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[@Rune_Alchemist] [@Natsu] [@Deadlyrose9641] [@HeroicSociopath]
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[color=bc8dbf]"Ah? Of course, of course, I always have room for someone with such excellent taste in fashion."[/color]

Abi wasn't a stranger to compliments, if anything, the girl was used to hearing them. She smiled at the small gathering and took her seat with mute elegance.

That is, not before Melody offered to lift the jug from her. [color=#C0C0C0](Oh no no no!)[/color] She almost panicked but had enough reflex to adjust. The sudden weight off her tray had her almost toss her plates and utensils upwards, just by the moment of uneven force. Luckily, no food was flung for this moment-- at least not by Abi. [color=#C0C0C0](An ignoreable mistake; she.. didn't mean to.)[/color]

[color=#C0C0C0]"Th--thank you for that, Melody."[/color] Abi was lucky to be introduced; it meant the two hadn't met before. Abi doesn't remember names pretty well. If they [i]had[/i] met in the past, she wouldn't have known.

[color=#C0C0C0] "The jug was getting heavy anyway.."[/color] Quick to rationalise good intention, she tried to contain the jug situation as if it didn't happen. 

She now replies to Viola, who seemed to be a connoisseur for Victorian outfits. [color=#C0C0C0]"You're only saying that cause we're dressed the same, aren't you?"[/color] Ever the straight-talker, she was. [color=#C0C0C0]"--but if you really mean it, then Thank you. I also like how you mixed your brown ribbons with your black dress."[/color] Abi laughed coolly.

The other people on the table followed, no she nods to Luna and Alex. [color=#C0C0C0]"It's always a pleasure getting to meet other people. My name is Abigail Beckett-- you may have heard of me.

Or not. Either way, let's have a good year together~"[/color] Abi took a piece of bread and took a moderate bite, then poured herself a glass of water to wash down the treat. [color=#C0C0C0]"I took this pitcher for myself, but you're free to have some if you like."[/color] Followed by taking the cinnamon roll that Viola offered previously.

She pulled her dainty handkerchief from her pocket: a contrast from her gothic attire. It was laced from all corners, a pink ribbon adorned on one side and embroidered in an equal pink above was A.B.Y., her initials.

Abigail coughed once. twice., as quietly as she could. Her drills would still bounce as her head jerked forward. Something must have caught the back of her throat just then, nothing to worry about.

She looked up after the small fit. [color=#C0C0C0]"Terribly sorry for that.. you were saying?

My magic..?"[/color] Her eyes lit up, remembering Melody's question.

[color=#C0C0C0]"I'm an Alter Conjurer. Have you heard of us?"[/color] Abi liked telling this story. She drank some few gulps to wet her lips. [color=#C0C0C0]"We make a projection of ourselves, like how you would a familiar-- except that projection is an extension of ourselves. Who we are, what we think of ourselves.

Kind of like an extension of your being."[/color] She blinked curiously at the table. [color=#C0C0C0]"Am I still making sense? I hope you understand the distinction."[/color] followed by a modest giggle.

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That was when the brutish-- thing came through the arches of the mess hall. His stride was marked by a low tremor on the ground. His presence was known alright; the entire hall was looking at him.

[color=#C0C0C0]"My my.. who could this be?"[/color] She spoke out loud, hoping for an answer. [color=#C0C0C0](I think I'll sit back and let this play out first..)[/color]

For now, she wanted to gauge this event. By the looks of it, the brute has all intention to thrash about; Abi didn't want to be anywhere near him when he does so.