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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Frankie’s lab
[color=D8BFD8]Grimoire:[/color] 
[color=D8BFD8]Skills:[/color] 
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Connie wasn’t sure what to make of what Rohan said about her magic. She frowned. The gold part made sense if that was her natural divinely gifted magic. Rohan just didn’t have enough information for her to make any deductions about what the heck was going on. 

[color=D8BFD8] “Uh, alright. I suppose I’ll keep that in mind and look into it. We can do some experimenting later,”[/color] she suggested, half asking. She watched as Finley wiped up some blood from the corpse and just... ate it. Connie [i]knew[/i] that was how Finley’s magic worked. But that was not the same as seeing it. 

She suddenly felt very light headed and the room seemed very dark. Connie takes a slow deep breath, and leans slightly against a wall. She doesn’t pass out, which she is thankful for. But she doesn’t think she’ll go out of her way to watch Finley do their magic in the future. 


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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] Frankie’s lab
[color=f14a83]Grimoire:[/color] Ride the Blood
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Finley, once the group had all arrived into Franklin’s lab, did not wait long. They hurried through the door. Disliking the iron at the door, but it is a moment. They are not required to touch it.

Inside the room they swiped a finger across some open flesh collecting a bit of the congealed blood. There was no magic. Finley always had a surge of magic, belonging to the person they were Riding the Blood of. But there was none. That was... disconcerting. Often Finley would push the magic and memories aside when they were having sexual encounters. This was not the same.

It's late at night, and he is lost. He's at Strange Academy, wandering the halls in an attempt to find his dorm room. He's cold. He's dressed for the party. Poor thing just never managed to find it in the dungeons. But he's on the right track. There's a sign coming into view, one for Medean Hall. The doors to the hall are locked when he tries them - and perhaps his curiosity is piqued. It's not a problem his golems cannot solve. A bit of clever spell work later and he's inside, alone in the empty wing. He walks alone for a moment, seeing not another soul around, hearing nothing - until the sound of footsteps. He turns to greet the newcomer, but before he can catch a glimpse of a face, he is suddenly caught in an iron grip. He struggles. He tries to fight back. The memory goes dark soon after.

Finley quickly pulls themself from the memory. A shudder passes through them. They had not slipped into Pedro’s death, good. 

[color=f14a83] “Unfortunately, he did not see his attacker. He tried to fight back. However, the scene took place outside Medean hall. There is potential for more information at this location. I know the humans here have cops that do investigations on such things. They are very nosy and quite rude.”[/color]