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[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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It's harder than it sounds trust me. Anyone can think up of what they want. Making it a reality is a whole different matter.

[Her face goes 'wat']

... Are all those true? I mean, the motorcycle part and the... Um.

You could say I've already got some experience with that. Just not the kind of "making it a reality" that works out of thin air.

[Ridiculous superhuman stunts literally made up on the spot? Sure. Making a pizza poof out of nowhere? He wishes.]

Oh yeah. I've got a really big sword. As for the whole getting stabbed thing... Let's just say I've got a business partner who likes to shoot me if I tick her off.

[And as far as I know, paint ball guns weren't around back then; they still had *jukeboxes* in nearly every building we saw in DMC3. ~~All two of them.~~]

... She SHOOTS you? And you're still ALIVE?

Isn't that like domestic violence?!

... [Griiiin. Operation: freak out the kid, BEGIN!]

Yeah, you could call it that. But that's just what you call tough love.

It's a real headache sometimes, though. But at least she's not aiming any lower.

Oooooh my goooosh.

[Smiling. Just. :>]

You gonna be okay, kid? You look a little pale.

Yeah... I mean, you talk about getting injured so casually, but... I don't think it's that funny.

I lost my right arm once. It hurt so BAD I thought I was really going to die.

[... Whoops.]

Yeah, well. That's 'cause you're human. I don't even think it's possible for me to lose an arm. It'd hurt like a bitch, yeah, but...

[Never mind that there were a few times he really WOULD have lost an arm. Or had it bisected hamburger-style instead of just severed. Buuuut probably shouldn't mention that.]

... Still, sorry. Normally, people don't know what that's like, so it's fun to mess with 'em a little. Let me guess, you slapped it back on with some magic?

So you're not human? That's probably why it itches.

It's okay. [Holds up her arm] I couldn't get back my other arm. It broke into a ton of pieces since it got frozen so my teacher had to make a quick replacement.

Itches?

Doesn't look like a quick replacement to me. Just kinda... festive.

Yeah, I know right? Miss Steinbeck did a pretty good rush job. She's not sure of how long it'll last, but feels and works like a normal arm. But I think the magic in it helps make me cast my magic more effectively.

And it kinda itches when something... Weird or supernatural is nearby. I think that's the trend, I'm not really sure yet.

But I think you're a good indication of that being the case.

Oh, so it's a built-in demon detecter. That is pretty handy, for a rush job.

[No pun intended, for once. Oh ho ho.]

... Hey, just where is this Steinbeck chick, anyway? Given the party we're having, I'm surprised she hasn't come running. Not that I'm complaining, given what that thing did to her roof.

You think so too huh?

She's out visiting another witch I think. I was supposed to be watching the house for her.

Emphasis on supposed to.

About that.

Do witches have built-in lie detectors, too?

Uh.

We can make truth potions. Why?

Think she'd use one on you if you covered for me?

Er. To be honest, I'm kind of bad at lying. Like. Really bad.

... [SIGHHH.] Figures. I'm never gonna get that bike paid off.

Whatever. Are we there yet?

I don't think she'll make you pay. Miss Steinbeck is strict, but she isn't unreasonable. Besides we can fix it up with magic remember?

Um... [Her trail is flickering] Ugh, it's almost disappearing.

Oh, so now it's not a big deal?

Does that mean we're close, or is it just wearing off?

I was shocked okay? Geez.

It's wearing off, but I think-- [DEMONIC SHRIEK INSERTED HERE]

We're close.

Good.

Better think yourself up some popcorn, then. I'll make sure it's one hell of a show!

[... Though you might want to do something to lure it into a more wide open area, if they're in a place where Dante might inadvertently destroy some literature with his big Freudian joke waiting to happen.]

[They come upon an open circular room of the library where most of the shelves are a fair distance away-- and whaddya know, demon on the ceiling!]

Alright! I'll seal this area magically so you can go all out! I just hope it works!

Thanks! And if it doesn't, you'll just be doing repairs, too. Maybe that can be your incentive.

[Such a great motivational speaker, isn't he?]

Tell me when, Lucy.