[center][h1][color=f49ac2]Jasmine Lockwood[/color][/h1][/center]
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[@MarshiestMallow]
Despite Penny's comfort, Jasmine couldn't quite ease her fears. She wasn't strong enough to wield such a magic, this had to be a mistake...it had to be! She wasn't like Penny, who was strong and kind. She on the other hand was meek, weak and useless. Her encounters with Jackson/Jacqueline had reinforced that fact, their words and actions affected her still. Their ruthless display of strength frightened her, yet they too were kind to her.

She had wondered why, but maybe they had known about her dormant magic? They were such a hard person to read, one moment kind and considerate and the next a murderous, ruthless machine hellbent on causing pain and misery. Who honestly knew. But these thoughts, coupled with Penny's comforting and one could only cry for so long, soon bought her sobbing to just a sniffle. With red, bloodshot eyes she looked up at the older girl.

[color=f49ac2]"Y-you...you really think I can do it?"[/color] Her voice came out as a soft mumble, but the uncertainty was obvious. This was all a complete mystery to her, as it would appear to be for Penny as well, but if the older mage seemed so confident and assured with her words how could Jasmine doubt her?
[color=f49ac2]"B-but...why hasn't it happened before?"[/color] It was an obvious and logical question to ask. If she had been born with her magic like Penny had, then wouldn't she have shown signs of it before? Anything at all? She thought long and hard, yet nothing surfaced. She couldn't remember shooting water, or anything of the sort before today. And she defiantly didn't remember meeting any dragons, gods, etc. [i]That[/i] she would remember surely.

.....or would she? Her memories had been patchy and fuzzy ever since she had met that mothman and butterfly woman. Most of it made sense, but she still felt like something important was missing. If only her parents were still here....
[color=f49ac2]"If...if I had known sooner...then maybe...my parents..."[/color] She could feel the tears begining to return at the thought of her parents. If she had magic this entire time, she could've saved them. She wouldn't have been abducted by those weird people who had turned her into a sword. She wouldn't have been so afraid and useless in that alleyway. Had they known? Had her parents known? Nothing could be ruled out anymore.

[color=f49ac2]"Can...can I stay like this for a little longer?"[/color] Mumbling, the younger girl buried herself into the older girl's shirt. Penny was so warm, Jasmine could almost doze off to sleep...Which she did.
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[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Cody Bloodstein[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=ed1c24]"I...see."[/color] James' response didn't quite satisfy Cody's thoughts. That would've been the answer he himself might've even used, maybe not quite as long or the same wording, but the same sentiment was there. Taking a moment to make sure he hadn't been distracted, and that he was still looking for tracks or had missed any, he quickly turned his attention back to the conversation at hand when he was convinced he hadn't missed any clues.

[color=ed1c24]"That woman's words, the one from the alley. They've just been bothering me is all."[/color] With a simple shrug, Cody answered with blunt honesty. No point skirting around the issue, he was the one who had bought it up after all. [color=ed1c24]"Amongst other things..."[/color] He added in a quick mumble.

He hadn't mentioned the dreams to James, or the visions he had whenever he closed his eyes. Thus far they hadn't affected his training after all, he was used to nightmares and the such by this point. One particular one haunted him to this day after all. But these were...different. Sometimes they contained people he knew, while most contained people he had never met before in his life. Almost all of them ended in some sort of bloodbath, or other gruesome scene. Whether he find himself to be in a position too powerless to help them, or the one covered head to toe in their blood.
And when those nightmarish images weren't on his mind, a much more serene if not as confusing and confounding one took it's place. That of the Ice Dragon Slayer, Amaya. He had seen so little of her since the Grand Magic Games, and just thinking about her now made him subconsciously grip at his heart as he felt it tighten.

[color=ed1c24]"I just don't understand what she meant by 'break my heart' is all. I might just be overthinking it, but I just can't grasp what she means. And for some reason, I can't shake Amaya from my head when I dwell on it for too long....am I strange for thinking this?"[/color]