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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] Primary Artificer Laboratory
[color=f14a83]Grimoire:[/color] Fae Magic
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[color=f14a83]”Of course my dearest,”[/color] Finley told Dysphoria. [color=f14a83]”I always have time for you.”[/color] 

Upon receiving the other blood samples, Finley set to work. They kept the samples of blood from each of the four of them in their separate jars. Finley removed from their pockets some leaves, sticks, and a bit of spiderweb. They broke apart each of the items so there were four piles. All four piles would be sympathetic to each other, having the same parent item. These items were added into the jars of blood, and whatever the hell Rohan called his body fluids. 

The magic combined as did the fluids, Annika and Rohan’s blood took longer and was a bit harder, but in the end, Finely was able to manipulate the blood into become an anchor. They, as a group, would be able to use the sympathetic magic of the mixture like a compass. 

[color=f14a83]”Here is my contribution.”[/color] Finley held up the glass container. The liquid did not look exactly like blood, but its original source was obvious. It was a deep red, like port, and watery. 


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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Room 12
[color=D8BFD8]Grimoire:[/color] Transform self
[color=D8BFD8]Skills:[/color] 
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[color=D8BFD8]”If you consider proper documentation hesitancy, no wonder everyone has gone mad looking at this, and left nothing to show for it. Did your coven, who were trying to map it, leave anything behind? Or are you destroying their documentation?”[/color] Connie asked, irritated. She gave Croan a scathing look and stood. 

[color=D8BFD8]”You can keep it in your room,”[/color] Connie suggested to Jake. She smiled gently at him. Glad that he appreciated the gift. Connie did note that Nick had apparently given Jake a gift too. That concerned her. The Macleod twin’s ‘gifts’ often came with strings attached to them. They were much like Fin in that way. 

Connie considered her options. Barty’s suggestion of a different look at things was interesting. Even if Croan automatically dismissed it. She did not particularly care what he thought. He had been giving this Mystery for how long and had still failed to crack it. Her other option was insanely dangerous. 

Connie’s transformation magic may be [i]exactly[/i] what was needed here. In theory, she could cast stone to flesh. But she didn’t trust the object. She didn’t trust that her magic wouldn’t just be eaten and she drained of it all. That fear was enough to convince her to hold off on that idea... for now. 

So, self-transformation and becoming a bird it was. Connie shifted, one moment she was a human woman, the next a [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d5/Common_Swift_2025_07_18_02_%28cropped%29.jpg]bird.[/url]

In the air, Connie flew over the statue, taking in the appearance of the markings. She was not entirely surprised to see that it looked the same; nothing stood out to her.