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[color=#663399]Location:[/color] Primary Artificer Laboratory, Strange Academy
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[color=#663399]Skills:[/color] N/A
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Annika’s eyes widened as Rohan literally stabbed himself in front of everyone. Her eyes flashed to his face before looking back at his very wooden chest. Annika suddenly had flashes of [i]The Wizard of Oz[/i] in her head. She likened Rohan to more of the Tin Man than the Scarecrow…and definitely not the Cowardly Lion.

Her eyes roamed freely over his torso, taking in its unique composition. He was literally turning into a tree. It wasn’t like Annika hadn’t believed him, but seeing it was something she would have never been able to picture, and she had seen a wide range of creatures in her time. She felt foolish now, after talking about how connected she felt to trees and nature the night before. Rohan was a tree. 

Annika scoffed at the wadded-up fabric Rohan shoved into the [i]literal hole[/i] he had in his body and dropped his shirt. She looked up at him once more.

[color=#663399]”Unbelievable,”[/color] she said outloud. Annika’s eyes widened, and she turned her head, realizing she had just spoken out loud. She stared at the glass where a piece of Rohan sat.

She ached to touch it, even if Rohan advised them not to. But magic and unique items like this had always fascinated her. A bad habit she had picked up from her father, but you couldn’t learn unless you explored. And sometimes exploring meant making questionable decisions.

Annika’s fingers twitched, reaching out to the jar…just as Nochella appeared and slid her shadowy form under Annika’s hand. Annika frowned, watching her familiar slink across the table. Her ears twitched as she looked at Rohan and sat down in the middle of the table. Her cat eyed Rohan, and Annika wondered just exactly what she was seeing.

[color=#663399]”So a heart?”[/color] Annika questioned, rocking back on her heels. [color=#663399]”I guess that makes sense with our blood running through it. If your gift is organic, Frankie, could you make a literal heart?”[/color] What could she add to such a thing that would represent her? A pretend pacemaker? Those contained precious metals. 

Annika heeded Nochella’s warning, though, and shoved both hands into her pants pockets.
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[color=#B22222]Location:[/color] Mikkail’s Sitting Room —-> Walking to Library, Strange Academy
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Callaghan grinned at his favourite professor. More access to a wide range of knowledge was just what he needed. Cal would probably spend all his time in the library if he could. Plus, there were so many hidden, shadowy corners for other activities. He glanced over at Cassie, wondering if she had any aversion to being pinned to a library bookshelf.

[color=#B22222]”Thank you professor.”[/color] He bowed his head respectfully before leading the group out of the room. He made note that Willow didn’t follow them right away, but Cal was okay with that. He handed his notebook to Nicky. The words on the blackboard still flashed through Cal’s mind. If only his mentor would share that language with him. And there was nothing in the library about it. At least not that Cal had found. Whatever Mikkial’s subconscious had written on the board, it was important. A warning perhaps. Something niggled at Cal, telling him that his beloved mentor wasn’t exactly all there.

[color=#B22222]”The professor seemed to be in high spirits today; he was practically glowing at some points,”[/color] Cal said vaguely. As much as he enjoyed Cassie and Willow’s company, he did not fully trust them yet. Nick…Nick was different. Even if the witch would never trust Cal. Cal glanced sideways at Nick. [color=#B22222]”He seemed almost ready to fly away,”[/color] he said, hoping Nick would take the hint. 

[hider=Held Rolls] Is Predatory Instinct still active? 
Perception check - does Cal notice anything else from Mikkail’s words? 
History check - navigating the library and leading the group to the right section for history, religion, and language[/hider]