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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] Primary Artificer Laboratory
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[color=f14a83]Skills:[/color] N/A
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Finley was impressed. They were also a little turned on. That was not as concerning to Finley as one would hope. Their vaguely predatory smile had grown as Rohan dug into his own... hmm, flesh was not the correct word any more, bark? What was the inner part of a tree called? 

[color=f14a83]”What is the inner part of a tree called, not the bark part, but once you get past that?”[/color] They asked anyone willing to part the knowledge upon them. They tilted the glass that Rohan had handed them. A little disappointed, but a spark of glee still in their eyes. 

With little concern for health and well-being Finley stuck a finger into the viscous bubbling liquid and then stuck their now sticky finger into their mouth. They only needed a sample, but they had to verify that this was something they could work with. 

Finley’s eyes went blank for a moment. They did not say anything, they did not move. When they finally did they reached for Dysphoria, giving them a loving caress. 

[color=f14a83]”I can use this.[/color] Finley did not elaborate. [color=f14a83]“Annika, I will also need some of your blood.”[/color] They then pulled up a seat at a wooden table with glass beakers. Finley offered one to Annika. 

[color=f14a83]”Feel free to be less interesting when you bleed. Unless you are also made of interesting material that is not the normal weak flesh of mortals. I will be disappointed, but understanding.”[/color] 

Finley neither said thank you or please during any of these exchanges. They saw no need for it. This was a group project for a singular goal. If any of the others needed such things from them they would not expect those words. Those oh so dangerous words. No debt was being made here. Work and skills were being exchanged. It was fair.


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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Room 12
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Connie sighed, disappointed in the contact that Barty had. Of course the prior student had been useless. They hadn’t left any notes behind. Anything verbal also would have been tainted by time. The delay between what had happened and passing on the information made that information all the less reliable. 

On her knee, Connie started tapping her fingers. She started with her forefinger and then middle, and then ring, ending with her pinky. After taping her pinky she tapped her ring, then her middle and then her forefinger. She did this several times as she tried to understand what the fuck Jake meant. 

There was nothing quantifiable. Nothing measurable. Just vague ‘feelings’. She understood, intellectually, that some people’s magic worked that way. In a way, her own magic did. However, she had spent the last almost dozen years digging into the minute details of her magic. She had found the cracks and crevices of her magic and figured out [i]why[/i] and [i]how[/i]. She didn’t know the source, other than what her father had told her ‘bloodline blessing’. That was alright. She could live with not knowing... She could. Really.  

She was glad Jake hadn’t touched her. She wasn’t completely touch adverse but she did not know Jake well enough to feel comfortable with him touching her. He had gotten way too close for her personal space comfort, but he hadn’t crossed that little invisible line. 

Connie gave up a bit on composure and folded over her ankles. She was flexible enough that she could lay her forehead on her ankles, almost touching the floor. Connie spent a moment just breathing before sitting back up. 

 [color=D8BFD8]”Alright, let us see if we can confirm this with resonance testing. Jake you said that you can sense the magic of others, such as our professor, in the object. Do you sense any of my magic in it?”[/color] 

As Connie had not previously interacted with the object if it had any of her magic within that meant it was passively consuming magic. If it did not than someone had to actively interact with it. 

She pulled from her bag several pieces of wood, clay, and metal. The clay was soft and pliable. She considered the pieces. Most of the wood and metal were pieces she had channeled her magic through before. She picked up one of these and offered it to Jake. 

[color=D8BFD8]”Here is a sample of what something that has been manipulated by me feels like.”[/color]