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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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[Color=8a9a5b]”Did any of them have [i]the sight[/i]? Or were they looking at things without any knowledge or understanding of what it is they were looking for? I also wonder if maybe the statue's previous location has any clue towards this mystery. I doubt we could visit there on such short notice, but I'd hate to think that a clue was left behind in the means of where it was looking, pointing, anything that could further the plot.”[/color] Barry raised an eyebrow as Jake mentioned Nicky had given him a gift. How very unlike him, not unless it was meant as a means to an end. No sooner did the buffoon volunteer his assistance than he failed to even give it. Having managed to somehow waste magical energies and yet remain in a singular spot. 

Connie of course was able to at least lift off the ground and fly above the statue, but to his knowledge she didn't have a witch's eye. He didn't know if she could open up her third eye and view the full extent of the weave. That was when he finally noticed. The red glowing marks upon the stone, the glyphs and lines that were carved into the statue. He was so focused on what was invisible he himself failed to notice the very things right before him. Barry went to grab a match, having it instantly snap in his hands as he took a deep breathe to try and quell his frustration with fate. He decided to proceed without it. Hewas looking at a diagram for a spell. Some of it made sense, the framework essentially anchoring the spell where it was as it aided in carrying the magic throughout the stone. But even then he couldn't identify the spell, it seemed…broken. [Color=8a9a5b]”Well now that seems incredibly wrong. Shoddy spellmanship? No…perhaps…”[/color]


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Franklin wasn't sure why Annika would ask Rohan to help out of everyone in the group. Finley had the most practice with blood it seemed, he himself was very capable of drawing it and had varying ways to do so as well (and safely), Rohan…shoved paper into a wound and called it a day. While he couldn't exactly doubt Roman's commitment to the craft he could in fact call to question his hygienic practices when it came to retrieving blood. He decided to set that aside. His part couldn't be completed until all other pieces were. Rohan had finished his, and Finley theirs. Good. Franklin made his way over to the fae, holding his hand out for them to pass on their portion of the work. 

“Perfect. It seems we need only have Annika's portion done and then I can set to work on mine. Once that's all complete we'll have a working beating heart. I daresay its potential could far exceed some of the anchors I've seen before.”