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Well, this seems to be a strange occurrence. I appear to have found myself far away from the hotel I fell asleep in.

I have to say: The technology is easy enough to figure out. Even though it is far more detailed and intriguing than I am accustomed to. I take
it this is some form of communication network.

Is there anyone out there that can give me answers? I promise I won’t take too much of your time.

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They're called blackberries. Don't ask me why, I've no clue. [She's reaching up to absently pet at Chime, who is curled around her neck like some sort of demented necklace.] You probably wouldn't believe the truth of it if I told you- I can assure you that it sounds quite mad.

*charming, relieved smile*

Believe me, I've heard quite a few things lately that most would categorize as mad. The very fact that I am here is enough to make me keep an open mind.

As far as I can tell, we're in the story of some overpowered, scarcely-controlled ambient mage whose power expresses itself through writing. Worse, she's not particularly good at her craft. [Charming smile has no effect on Tris!]

That's absolutely fascinating. So it is some kind of alter dimension? *he starts pacing in his room*

Essentially, yes. [Chime lifts her head up and makes a low, scraping-glass noise.] I think your pacing is bothering her.

Oh, my apologies. *peers down at his video* Is that...what IS that around your neck? *forgive him, he's discovering strange, exciting new things. He'll be like a child until he gets used to everything*

She's a glass dragon- a magical accident that happened to be a most triumphant example to convince a student I had that he was, indeed, a mage. [Tris rubs her fingers under Chime's chin, earning that strange glass-armonica purr.]

She's beautiful. *though he's skeptical about 'magic' per se, he's not going to question it right now with the evidence before his eyes*

[Question it and she will give you the Most Triumphant Example of an ambient mage.] That she is. Not many ambient mages break out in ways that create a thing of beauty, instead of destroying things or scaring people.

*Okay no, his curiosity always wins out* Now, when you say 'ambient mage', what is it exactly that you mean? *still watching the glass dragon, wishing he could meet her in person so he could see it up close*

Where I'm from, there are two sorts of mages. Academic mages, who are likely what you think when I say mages, and ambient mages, who are born with power expressed through a specific thing- such as plants, glass, all sorts of thread-working, smithing- and even the weather. Most people tend to underestimate the more subtle touch of an ambient mage... [Unless you're about as subtle as a brick, the way she is.]

Intriguing. *he bites at his lip thoughtfully*

*he sits down, and mutters to himself for a moment about various manifested mutations and how could he have missed such a thing. He's not being intentionally vague, he's just thinking too fast for his muttering to keep up*

What. [Listen to snippets of things on the wind enough and you learn to pick out what people are saying when they mutter. She might not catch all of it, but...]

*licks his lips and gathers his thoughts so he can explain. Hand gestures are a go!*

I have, in fact, met various people with mutations such as you describe, but not in the concentration I imagine you mean. From what you are saying there is a community of these 'mages' correct? And yet I have never even heard of it. *much less felt it himself. He connected with so many mutants using Cerebro and it still seems as if his knowledge is severely lacking*

[Tris is folding her arms.] There are schools of magic, yes, for those born with the power to use it. However, there is a degree of magic inherent in all people, there if you have the eyes to see it. [Tris is adjusting her glasses significantly.]

Incredible, though I must disagree that all people are capable to a degree. Most of the population, so far as I can thus tell, are entirely human with no ability whatsoever.

I could be wrong, of course, but in my research there is nothing at all that says individuals without the mutated gene are capability of using what you call 'magic'.

*he is trying to sound completely respecting of her beliefs, but it's just so HARD when magic, as people commonly think of it, just doesn't exist*

I provide a demonstration. [Tris has this very flat look on her face.] I could spell a glass or something for you to look through, so you can see things the way I can. I can assure you, it is inherent to everyone, regardless of possessing the ability to use it.

*if you just meet up he wouldn't need your spells to do that, but best not to say that. He's trying to be incognito*

You would do that for me?

It's a rather basic spell to me, all things being equal. [Tris knows she has Facts on her side. And you at least seem to be willing to have a demonstration... her pique means she's going to do this in a public place, where she's sure someone with weird power will come across it.] Meet me in the kitchen?

Of course. Give me a little bit of time to find it and I'll meet you there. *bustling about the room, looking for a small notebook and a pen. His interest is piqued and he's anticipating learning something very new*

Of course. I need a bit of time as well, to actually spell the glass. [She's going to cut the feed and go into the kitchen, Chime in tow. Charles will probably find her with a chair, etching signs into... a shot glass. It works. :|]

*he's certainly not going to complain about the shot glass, not when he's learning something new and fascinating.

When he finds the kitchen at last he pauses for a moment to watch her, stretching out his power just a little bit. She was focused entirely on the glass, symbols floating at the edge of her mind. He left it at that and waited, not wanting to disturb her*

[After a few moments, Tris is clearly finished.] The biggest problem is that testing it to make sure it works doesn't work on me- I don't need spells to see magic at all. [It's actually sort of the opposite, and her mind does flicker to the fact that the spells on her glasses are for dampening that sight.] Here. Look through the bottom of the glass at me and tell me if you see anything.

[There's a touch of almost barbed humor in her mind at that statement- she knows damn well what is going to happen.]

*he walks in, a little wary after feeling her thoughts on the subject, and holds his hand out for the shot glass*

I believe you that it works. I never doubted that.

*he holds it up to his eye without hesitation, facing her, and has to close it for a few seconds after his first glance because of how bright she was*

It is unfortunate that in order to see magic in people who aren't so inclined, it becomes difficult to look at those of us who do have it. [Especially to the ridiculous degree she has it.]

[She's pulling out her blackberry and calling up Saguru because she needs an example of someone who has no ability to use magic.] Saguru? Could you spare a moment to come to the kitchen? I'll make it worth your while. [Because she's pretty sure that, at least in the Manor, Saguru could use something like that.]

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