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[dedikated]

Who: Katydid and a city in Cumbria (dedikated and tongueamok)
What: Just two neighbours. Using their powers. Planning things.
Where: Spire 4, the disaster floor (floor eight) - Carlisle's apartment.
When: Slightly backdated to the 7th.
Warnings: Nothing atm, but maybe later? IDK! Plans. Plans involving Kate. AKA disaster zone.


[ God, she's glad for the flow of her powers in her body again. If not for the constant reminder of what she did, at least for the fact that she feels whole again.

She can, at least, bear the guilt a little better with the ability to run across rooftops regained, with all her jumping and agility skills back to their full potential.

And she has... well, better ideas than the last ones. If she can get Carlisle to agree to them.

Hence the knocking on his door and the armful of papers with notes on them. ] Hey, you in? [ Why is she asking that he's always in ]

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[tongueamok]

[She has all these great notes, and yet it's pamphlets on sexual education that she'd have him read instead. Sigh.]

Broken bones are no problem for a trained healer like myself, though I do wonder if the energy I channel will be compatible with your device, given that we're from different worlds.

[dedikated]

[ Carlisle do you really want to have to heal someone's infected knob DO YOU REALLY.

But there is a note about that! A little 'N2KM: C's power' that's scribbled in the corner of a page. ] Think so. [ Ah, part two of the plan. Really, step one, but there was no point in explaining it if he didn't seem interested. ] Haven't had trouble making my powers work with anything else so far. [ See: Sharon. Just because it went wrong doesn't mean it didn't work. It just didn't do what they hoped. ] We can check. If I can monitor your powers, I can make something that will drain and store them. [ To which end, she's brought her sunglasses with her. ]

[tongueamok]

[No he doesn't. Don't ever ask him that. Don't you ever ask him that, Kate.

His eyes trail up from those notes to hers.]

I see. And how does monitoring them go? You're not going to break your arm right here and watch me heal you, are you?

[dedikated]

[ Then quit your bitching because she doesn't want to have that in her clinic, either. ]

Using them does help. [ But no. ] I can try enchanting these- [ Sunglasses, the ones she's pulling off her head and tapping with an uncharged finger ] -until I find whatever wavelength yours operate on. Should be able to see them after that. [ And therefore means she can do anything else possible with her powers for them. But that's obvious, isn't it? ]

[tongueamok]

See them?

[He's versed in a fair amount of magic, but she's lost him somewhere along the way.]

[dedikated]

[ Oh for God's...

You know what. Demonstrating this shit is easier. Give her a minute to tap the basic enchantment in. ] Put these on and look at me. [ Because it is much easier to let him see her powers - something that looks very much like a circulatory system, all lit up in cornflower blue with splashes of yellow and lilac. It's bright, but there's still some patches and knots in lines of it across her arms - after effects from the power exhaustion that only ever disappear with time. Or a manipulator, but they don't have one of those here. ]

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle takes the glasses, holding them before his own so he can see through them. He pulls them back almost immediately, hesitating before taking a second look. He has no reason not the trust Kate -- it's just an odd sensation, being able to see magic the way a doctor would see blood vessels. They have potions for this sort of thing where he comes from, but it seems all Kate needs is a pair of sunglasses.

He offers them back, a few troubling thoughts entering his mind. If she could see magic, what else could she see? Could she see his curse, as well? Discover just what it is he can do?

He'd rather not ask, just in case. Better not point out what she does not fully know.]

Right. See them. Got it.

[dedikated]

[ much easier this way. Kate nods, satisfied that he gets it now. ] Any questions? [ more questions, things she still needs to clear up? ] Or we can start now.

[tongueamok]

[He looks like he's about to tell her they can start, but nope, he's got one more question:]

This... isn't going to end up like the last thing you tried, is it? Not that I'm doubting your abilities, but how likely is it things can go wrong?

[dedikated]

[ to be fair, that was one of the reasons she was hesitant about proposing this. she expected that question. ]

For one thing, [ her voice is hard, sharp and businesslike, similar to the tone she used when they escaped this place back before everything went to hell, ] I've got no plans in trying to push this through in under a week. Would rather take time and make sure it works. [ And things can go wrong, but; ] Something like this is less risky anyway. Worst case scenario, you drop it and I disenchant it.

[tongueamok]

[His brow furrows as he considers her words. At least it sounds harmless enough, in his case -- though the question of why she didn't do that with fog incident does occur to him. He assumes she might have drained herself, left herself too exhausted from spellcasting. As a magic-user himself, he knows that feeling well enough.

He could deny her, and that'd be that... but he wants to help, and healing trinkets does sound like a fair way to go about it. If it works, he gets to help without having to put himself through too much discomfort. If it doesn't, he has to visit people on foot, as usual. At least if his healing gets out of hand, it's mostly just energy expelled. It's not a monster-summoning fog or anything.]

All right. How do we get started?

[dedikated]

We see if this could work. [ she taps her glasses and lets the original enchantment drop. Step one, seeing if she can see his powers. ] Tell me everything you can about what you do. [ it helps, knowing what people do and why, she thinks. gives her a base to work off. while Carlisle talks, she'll be tapping out an initial option to test. ]

[tongueamok]

[He gives her a quizzical look, watching as she fiddles with her glasses.]

I... uh. I manipulate magical energy to heal people. Using myself as a conduit, I am able to use the energy to ascertain where the injuries are, then force it to mend them.

[A pause.] Do I have to talk about everything I can do? Or just the restorative arts?

[dedikated]

Everything would be best. [ she stops tapping and raises the glasses, frowns, amd puts them back down, scribbling notes on a half-written piece of paper before tapping twice to disenchant. ] Better to make sure I can separate them.

[tongueamok]

[He utters to himself.] Cisth there's a lot.

[Then clears his throat, trying to think of what all he knows.] Aside from healing, I know some minor conjuration.

[And he conjures a small globs of water in the air to demonstrate, figuring Kate remembers their encounter with the inky abomination well enough.]

[dedikated]

[ THAT helps. as demonstrated by Kate's increased vigour with tapping on her glasses.

Let's see... Well... shit got foggier. ] How long can you keep that up? [ because she's disenchanting now and trying another set of taps. every series of them sounds just a touch different to the last. ]

[tongueamok]

[He takes the way she's tapping on her glasses as a good sign.]

As long as I need to, I suppose. Once it's manifested in this plane, it's not hard to maintain.

[He keeps the glob afloat with one hand and curls his other one into a fist. A second or so passes, then a tangible orb of light, nearly the size of a softball, pushes his fingers apart. He sets the orb carefully on his lap to free up his hand again so he can call a vibrant, green feather into it.]

[dedikated]

[ alright alright alright, let's try this one.

she squints behind the glasses as something emerges from the fog, vessels almost like her own, but... indistinct. she must be getting closer. maybe this wavelength was moving too quickly to properly interact. ] We're getting somewhere.

[tongueamok]

[He pauses, having conjured his third ball of light. He's got a little pile growing in his lap.]

Should I keep going?

[dedikated]

One more. [ because she's pretty sure-

yeah, this ought to work. something slow, pulsing like lazily flowing waters. that works. ] Try it now. [ she can see the light, but just to be sure, let's see how it reacts to power in use. ]

[tongueamok]

All right.

[He goes with flowers this time, blossoms manifesting in his hand as he opens his fingers, petals carefully spread between them. He just hopes all the conjuring looks about the same, because having to calibrate her glasses for each one sounds tedious.]

How's that?

[dedikated]

Got it, [ it does indeed. power is flowing everywhere and it's wonderful. sometimes she forgets how much of her life is coloured by this view, her constant use of these enchantments. one would think months down here would be enough to let her forget, but it feels much better seeing things in full colour. ] Wanna look?

[tongueamok]

I... yes, actually.

[The idea of seeing his own magical energy is a fascinating one, though he does wonder the limits on its power, especially in regards to his curse and the abilities granted by it.]

Does conjuration look different from healing?

[dedikated]

[ There you go, Carlisle. Knock yourself out. Man, she would not have offered that seven years ago. See, Kate, you are a different person. Sort of. ]

Generally. Different purposes. Though... not sure how it works with us being from different worlds. [ It's how it works back home. Like the way each colour he saw in her was a different power. ]

[tongueamok]

Ah.

[He's only sort of half-listening to Kate at the second as he holds the glasses in front of his again, conjuring another feather into his hand. Seeing the magic pull itself from his fingers, almost like electric sparks, and draw the feather in the air just before manifesting it is fascinating. He assumes the lights left over on his hands are what he'd call magical residue.

He grins, snapping his fingers, watching the feather vanish. He conjures another ball of light next, the corner of his mouth pulled into a wide grin at how the sparks fill out the orb as it pushes itself out from his palm.

What had been a frightening concept at first is now making him genuinely smile. It's a rare sight.]