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⇒ Voice Test witchtalent

[In the town of Blackgale, California ~~again~~ one teenage Korean American is sitting in the living room belonging to her mentor, the Emerald Witch. What is she doing this beautiful weekend?

Studying. Yawn. A bunch of magical tomes and spell books and a book on potion recipes are opened up around her along with sheets of notebook papers strewn around. Lucinda Chang, apprentice and heir of the Emerald Witch taps her chin with her right arm thoughtfully obviously drifting off from actually reading and getting any studying done...]

Okay so... I CAN make a computer appear out of nowhere, but it's not like it'll work. Oh, man I bet you could totally sell people fake computers made with magic and get a ton of money and--

Wait, that would get me arrested wouldn't it?

[Her right arm... Glows a bit. She blinks and examines said arm. She's been settling into the new arm nicely-- it looks the same, the outside feels the same and receives sensory details like her old arm did. But it seems to have picked up other tricks as well.]

Huh. Feels itchy all of a sudden. Wonder why?

[She shrugs and helps herself to a chocolate chip cookie. It's not like anything TOO weird was gonna happen immediately.]

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... I can't pay for that.

Who...!? What...!? AHHHHH!!! [Throwing her arms up in exasperation, frustration, and generally 'WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE OF THIS']

Oh my GOSH! [To Dante] Okay, just... just step away from the property damage, put that sword away and-- [Huh.]

Is that a... demon? Um, okay maybe don't put away your sword uh... Oh, man what am I supposed to do?

I'll put my sword away when I feel like it, thanks.

[Is this the right time for innuendo? Better question: when isn't it the right time for innuendo?]

You could not tell your parents that you saw an utter badass with a really big sword crash through your roof? [IT'S WORTH A SHOT.]

[ABOUT THAT]

I... Don't really have parents. I mean, I have a dad, but-- wait why am I telling you that? Anyways, if you know about demons I guess it's okay to tell you that--

... Where's my cookies?

I know enough about them to have one pinned to your floor, rather than the other way around. That good enough for you?

[----Did he land on the cookies. Did he. No really did he, now he's checking to see if he did.]

And I'm a witch and I want to fix my roof before my teacher comes in and KILLS me for the mess that's YOUR fault.

[She sees the broken plate and several cookie pieces flung all around the room. She sighs and motions with her hand]

Okay, move over. Now. I'm fixing this.

Sure, whatever. But let's get one thing straight first. This? Not my fault.

[Points at the demon,] His fault, not mine. I wasn't the one being a squirrelly little bastard.

[Aaaand pulling his sword out and stepping out of the way now that he has that cleared up.] Alright kid, knock yourself out.

[Rolls her eyes muttering something darkly in Korean.] After I'm done, you better have a good explanation for ALL of this.

[Anyways, magic time. She takes a deep breath and stretches out her right arm-- it seems to glow lightly...

And in an instant the damage and mess has disappeared and the roof is back in place!

... Okay so there's still some holes, BUT SHE TRIED AND THE FLOOR IS MOSTLY CLEAN]

Oh, shoot. Still not that good... I'll just fix it up later.

[Maybe he'd better not mention that there isn't really anything to explain. I mean, really. Demon. Sword. Roof. Hole. It's like two plus two of cause and effecHOLYwoah. Okay, maybe this IS new after all.]

... So, a witch, huh? Which witch am I talking to?

[Lucinda grins, sensing that he is impressed]

The witch you're talking to is named Lucinda. Lucinda Chang, witch in training!

... [Looks at the holes in the roof] I guess I didn't need to tell you about the 'in training' part though. Makes it less impressive. [Gee, you think]

[Good, she's pleased, let's keep her that way so we can hopefully get out of here without footing the bill--]

Still not too shabby. And I bet it beats not being able to do it.

As for me, I'm a professional demon hunter. The name's Dante.

[... Wait, speaking of demons. Did she magic away his kill, too?]

Demon hunter huh? Never heard of those existing, but I suppose it'd true.

Speaking of which... Uh oh, where'd I put it?!

Good question! I'd really like to know, too, given how getting a paycheck kind of falls on me having that thing's head!

What'd you do with it?

I'm sorry! But you're the one with the flashy entrance and breaking into people's houses through the roof!

Oh, SHOOT it's going into the hallway! [And yes said demon has crawled away from the bickering duo]

Not good, not good, nooooot good!

Would you drop that already? I said it wasn't my fault!

[Oh there you are. Shoot? Don't mind if I do. Oh look! More holes for you to fix, Lucinda!]

[SQUEAKS]

Can you stop DOING that?! No guns! No more! And no sword either! [DEMON ESCAPING INTO THE HALLWAY TO HANG ONTO LIFE-- and Lucinda's running after it, oh dammit it's gotten pretty far]

Hey! No running in front of the guy shooting guns!

[ffffff Dammit, CHASING!]

And another thing, what would you prefer: holes in the wall, or a demon in your house?! There isn't really any other options, here!

[And the doesn't reply because the demon keeps going down the hallway... and said hallway seems to keep going on and on and on and on-- oh finally goes through an open door]

Oh, good it should get stuck in that room!

... I forgot what room that actually is, but all the same!

Oh, good, we don't have anything to worry about, then! Not like a demon can break down a wall or window or anything.

[SARCASM ASIDE, he'll be running for that door, Ebony and Ivory drawn. Hey, she didn't reply, and silence means consent!]

[Hey Dante, you're inside a LIBRARY! A very BIG library.

... huh that's not how physics work]

Seriously, no guns! I don't know if I could fix every single book by myself and my teacher is going to get really angry about this whole thing.

[We're sorry. The beefcake you have dialed cannot be reached. He's a little busy trying to remember if the house looked this big----OH LOOK signs of life!

Signs of life being him putting E & I away and getting his sword back out.]

... Fine. No guns. But I'm not gonna take any negotiations on the sword until we've caught that thing again.

Interesting place you've got here, kid.

It's Miss Steinbeck's place. She's had this house for a while, but I'm not sure how big she made it with magic.

[Quiet for now 8|a]

Does she take contracts? I'm not sayin' I want a library, but I could definitely think of a few... add-ons... it sounds like she could help me put into my shop.

[It always is. Demons watch first. Demons like to watch. Then they bust outta nowhere and stab you while you're trying to eat some pizza. They're jerks like that.]

Uh, I don't think she does stuff like that. I think. Not sure.

Tch. Figures. Still, you should look into doing that once you graduate or whatever witches call it.

Speaking of, got any lightning bolts or ice magic or something? Or are you just gonna kick back with some popcorn when we find it?

⇒ Voice Test witchtalent

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