"If you guys need help with magic, me and Azrael can always help! In fact, we would be glad to!"
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"Yeah, thanks," Teddy said, but he wasn't sure that would be of much help. "But I'm not sure our magic works the same. If theirs doesn't-" he motioned to Arabelle and her friends. "-we can't be sure yours does." Teddy started to feel a bit overwhelmed. He had never actually been good at magic, and now there were witches and the angel of death in his home due to some failed magic. Or something.
"Azrael's portal closed when they came," Lana said. "And you guys couldn't open it again… am I right? I know you said something about fuel, but we don't use fuel for our portals."
"Yeah…"
Arabelle had jotted something down on the piece of paper. She sat in silence for a few moments, thinking. Then she started doing it out loud.
“So you don’t use blood, you use incantations… does the voice create sound waves that induce the magical effect?” She shook her head, as if clearing it. “And he doesn’t think he got it wrong…”
She straightened. “Is that all it takes? An incantation? Does it require something like an emotion or desire? Or no?”
Teddy perked up at the last sentence. "Yeah, yeah, I think I remember something like that. I read it somewhere…" he racked his brain, trying with difficulty to make the words float to mind. "The object reacts… reacts to emotion, or your thoughts once you say the incantation. Something of the sort."
“But you didn’t mean for it to go out of control?” She perked up too, locking her eyes on him. “Or maybe you didn’t think about it too much because you expected it to go the way you wanted?”
"I… I don't know," he admitted. It was a bit embarrassing to admit that he didn't really know what he was doing, but it was the truth. "Maybe. It's possible."
“Okay.” She scribbled on the piece of paper again. “That’s a start. I’ve seen it happen with blood rituals too. Maybe try to be aware you’re playing with fire?” Arabelle grinned. “Actually, could you try to do it again? I think a demonstration would help.”
“Arabelle, are you sure?” Charlie said. “He’s literally playing with fire.”
“It’ll be fine. We just need to give him space and don’t put any pressure on him.” Arabelle turned her eyes on Charlie at the last few words.
"Yeah, I mean, yes, okay," he stammered. He'd never been asked to show off his magic before. He stood and walked next to the fireplace. "Stand back." He held out his hands, although he didn't need to, but it helped him focus. A small murmur came from his lips and when nothing happened, he said it again, out loud. A roar of flame, bright red and orange, filled the fireplace. Then as quickly as it had came, it had gone.
Lana's heart started racing at the scare of the flames. "I've never seen you do that before."
Arabelle paused for a moment. “… Interesting. I definitely think sound waves help as well. But tell me, what exactly were you doing? What was the thought process?”
(Im trying to think of a way to integrate my characters naturally…)
Teddy's hands had started shaking slightly. He, indeed, had never done that before. Fire didn't just disappear like that. He shook his head, dismissing the small bit of fear creeping up in him. "Well… when I say the incantation, I also think about what I want to do. But, I just wanted a small fire, and I swear that is what I thought about." He wanted to turn the attention away from his failure, so he turned to Azrael. "How did you do it? The fire, I mean. I know you said it just comes to you, but is that all?"
"I just think about it, and have the desire to do that and only that in the moment," Azrael said as she woke up.
Arabelle furrowed her brow. “So maybe… hmmm. Maybe our magic is different.”
She scribbled on the piece of paper. Then she set it in her lap and said, “Okay, let me get this straight. So Azrael… right? She simply summons fire at will. You summon fire through incantation and willpower. We summon fire with blood, willpower, and sometimes emotion. So I’m going to have to abandon the observations I made back… back in my world.”
"You don't have to… It just isn't useful here…"
“I know. That’s what I meant. I mix up what I say.” She shook her head, then looked at Teddy. “I needed to figure how exactly your magic works. Now that I know it works differently than I expected, I’m not sure if I can help you. Sorry. Although, I can try to help you if the need arises.” Arabelle gave a small smile.
"I'm also available to help if you need," Azrael added.
Teddy grinned. "Yes, please," he said gratefully. Lucien walked into the room moments later, and Lana updated him on what had just happened.
"Interesting." He frowned. "But you don't know why the magic is acting up?" Lana and Teddy both shook their heads.
"Beats me."
“Strange,” Charlie looked thoughtfully at Lucien. “I never thought of magic as a thing to ‘act up’. You guys,“ -she gestured to Victoria and Arabelle- “always said that your abilities had certain rules. That it couldn’t just not work. It’s kinda like…”
“Like their magic is alive… in a way.” Arabelle finished.
"Yeah," Lana and Teddy said at the same time. Lucien ran his hands through his hair, thinking.
"We should go to the library," he said. "Do some research, and try to find out how to get you guys home."
(agh, sorry for the lack of response. i couldn't/can't be active today, but i will soon!)
"I literally just need some portal juice. Which is made from Potato Beer, which comes from I-317… Goddammit."
“Oooh I’d like to see the library,” Victoria said.
“Do you think we can get ingredients to make this… portal juice? Potato Beer?” Charlie asked, turning to Azrael.
"I don't know the ingredients…" Azrael said, "besides it's also made from some other stuff that I don't remember at the moment."
"Well… potatoes, obviously. We have lots of those- perhaps we could experiment," Lucien told Azrael. He thought of the Potato Beer he had tasted years ago. Surely he could come up with something close to it.
"The library is not too far away," he continued. "If you'd just follow us…" he shrugged and headed to the door, Lana and Teddy not far behind.
“I’ll come,” Victoria stood up and followed behind Lana.
“Me too!” Arabelle followed Victoria.
“Are we all going?” Charlie straightened uncertainly, wanting to go with Victoria but not that interested in libraries. “I guess I could help you find potatoes?” She shrugged at Azrael.
"Yeah I guess," Azrael said, "but we would need to distill it for 18 years and cool it to a temperature of -40° Celsius. On top of that, we would need for it to have an alcohol level of 80%.
"Thats after we squish the potato until liquid comes out of it!"
Charlie stared. “Well, I guess we’re going to the library.” She followed the others out the door.
"Wait for me!" Azrael and Vozrea said as they followed Charlie and the others.