[h1][color=f49ac2]Jasmine[/color][/h1]
[@Raijinslayer]
"[color=f49ac2]Magic isn't evil. Magic is simply a tool, only the caster can be evil.[/color]" Jasmine responded a little more cheerfully than she should've. She had a rather naive way of viewing magic.
"[color=f49ac2]I mean magic has so done so much good for the world in the right hands, and the opposite is true. However as long as good people exist bad people will as well.[/color]" Jasmine mused as they entered the butchers shop.
Watching Nidhogg disappear now she fished around in her pocket for her coin purse. She pulled out 50 jewels and paid the man before taking a seat as she waited for Nidhogg to finish.


[h1][color=ed1c24]Cody[/color][/h1]
[@Prince of Seraphs]
"[color=ed1c24]....Suppose you're right.[/color]" Cody mumbled in agreement. He knew it would be a long shot but shouldn't they exhaust all means at least?
He followed behind Dawn silently as he scanned their surroundings. There must be a clue somewhere? Surely? At this stage in time he forgot he should be looking for Jasmine and was focused solely on the task at hand; find Elizabeth.
Cody continued his train of deep thought as he waited for Dawn to finish talking with the cotton candy man. If he was someone who enjoyed magic and found themselves lost in Crocus where would they go?
Glancing upwards the stadium entered his view but he quickly dismissed the thought. Surely not. He only just noticed that Dawn was talking to him and now turned back to respond.
"[color=ed1c24]Hm? How can I you ask? Everyone has a unique magic signature, that's something which I've found out. No magic signature is the same. If she uses her magic in a place surrounded by large clumps of magic like the stadium I would probably struggle to distinguish however.[/color]" Cody admitted with a shrug.
"[color=ed1c24]View it like a fingerprint. I never forget magic signatures. I've been searching for a particular one for a while now, why would I want to forget them?[/color]" Cody added as he glanced down at the ground while he spoke. His fists were at his sides, clenched and trembling slightly. He wouldn't forget that magic for as long as he lived and had developed a habit of remembering magic's in case....well he wasn't sure what he was preparing for.