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[H1][center][color=Red]The Statue of Ardyon[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][center]Connie, Barty, Jake[/center][/sub]

“Yes, it is.” Croan confirmed, but offered no further clarification. The look in his eyes was distant, staring out and beyond the statue, and the familiar frown smoothed out into something softer. The vampire was by no means a nice man but for a moment, it was like he forgot he was cruel. 

“The magic is as you say, Mr. MacLeod. A tangled, knotted web scattered across the flesh of a fool.”

[H1][center][color=magenta]A Trip through Magic[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][center]Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia[/center][/sub]

“Excellent, excellent! The library will certainly be the right place to start. You'll need to find the [i]last[/i] place it was recorded in history and work your way back - I personally like to start in history, with a focus on politics and art. Movements like this typically shift their cultural markers to fit around it and you'll need to document the book-shaped holes in the narrative as you do.” Mikkail agreed. “You'll also have access to a more private collection on the magical happenings of the century than most students so please discuss with the librarian and they can assist you in getting to it.” 

Mikkail turned to Willow thoughtfully. “I admit, I failed to consider that - I was just too excited to have you all! If you are comfortable typing, I will endeavor to procure a method for you! You may have to rely on your coven today but when I find one, I will have it sent to your room!”

Nicholas watched Cal's slight head shake and turned his attention to the exit. If Nicholas had thought Cal was just covering for his mentor, he would have froze the shifter out in a heartbeat. But Nicholas knew Cal well enough to note confusion - the witch wouldn't deny some of it was protecting his mentor, but it was clear they were both in the dark here. Nicholas sighed, not bothering to hide it. 

The dragon was going to be insufferable about this. 

[color=5b8a9a]“Then, let us take our leave. No answers will avail themselves to us here.”[/color] Nicholas stood, smoothing out his clothes, and looked at the two still sitting. [color=5b8a9a] “Well, come along you two. There is work to be done and you shall certainly do your share.”[/color] Nicholas promised irritably, crossing the room, throwing the door open, and heading towards the library without a glance back. 

Mikkail watched him leave. “In my experience, divination is an excellent starting point and the perfect way to clear roadblocks during an investigation. I would caution against using it too often - the cryptic nature of the divine often bogs down genuine research. So wield it, but sparingly.” Mikkail advised Willow. 

[H1][center][color=gold]Into the Unknow[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][center]Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Frankie, Annika[/center][/sub]

Sariel leaned against the door, watching her Coven start to get into the process of creating their anchor. 

[color=F739D7]“Trees take too much time, we agree. We should make something soft and squishy. What are those things Dewdrop showed us, Darling?”[/color] Dysphoria swung back and forth as they contemplated, a tendril snapping lightly on Finley's arms when it came to them. [color=F739D7] “Fruity Gushers! Yes, we should make a fruity gushers with blood and then when we are done, it will be a rewarding snack!”[/color] Dysphoria recommended, almost salivating at the thought. The symbiote offered Rohan a sharp, toothy smile as well.

[color=F739D7]“Yes, Woodling, let us help you with your bloodletting.”[/color] They crooned, a tendril reaching out to caress his arm.