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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]

[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.]

[dedikated]

[ NEEEEERD.

Don't worry, Kate has no reason to tell anyone there is a squishy centre in the crotchety old man guise, Carlisle. And, honestly? After all the pain her abilities have cause recently, it is really... nice to see someone smiling because of them. Even if that reason is because of something she's long taken for granted. So maybe, just maybe, her face settles into something that looks vaguely pleased as he plays with his powers. ] Should last us a month. Think that'll be enough time to work out any kinks. [ more than enough, really. She remembers a good amount of the design, and now that she knows how to react to Carlisle's power, all that needs doing is adjusting for those variables and making sure she didn't forget anything necessary for stability.

She scribbles a few notes down and lets Carlisle continue to examine himself. This is looking better already. ]

[tongueamok]

Right.

[Still only half-listening as he summons his fifth or sixth ball of light. His lap is pretty bright now, but so is his expression as he's clearly enjoying watching them materialize. He remembers somewhere as he's conjuring some sparks that he's supposed to be telling her all he can do.]

Ah, yes. That's about all I can do in terms of manifestation. I know a few glyphs for other objects, but I can't say I'm a very good glyphcrafter. I leave that to the experts.

[dedikated]

[ More notes, then! She is going to guess that falls under the conjuring part, honestly. ] Can we try using your healing power? [ Guess who is going to injure herself just for you, Carlisle? ] Need to see the difference between the two. [ If there is any. She hopes there is, or this might get harder. ]

[tongueamok]

Er, right. Of course.

[He's almost hesitant to give back those glasses, but he does. He also pushes the balls of light out of his lap -- they fall to the ground and dissipate with a pop, some of them bouncing a time or two before doing so.]

I can channel without a wound, though it might be a little unfocused. Will that work?

[dedikated]

[ if you ask nicely maybe she'll make you a pair, Carlisle. ] Probably quicker if I just- [ kate no, no kate put the throwing knife down. ]

[tongueamok]

If...?

[Carlisle glances her way, his eyes landing on the knife, widening at the sight. He doesn't know which one of them is going to be on the receiving end of that blade, but he already doesn't like the implications.]

Kate, no.

[dedikated]

[ dude why would she stab you.

but fine. ] Gonna need to do that at some point. [ just forewarning. because testing. ]

[tongueamok]

[She would not be the first to threaten him with a knife, okay.]

Well, if one of us needs to injure themselves for you to do research, it should logically be me, since you'll be observing. And you know what my art feels like.

[The burning part, he means. He keeps talking, parsing it out to himself.]

Though I suppose if you're making trinkets to heal others, you'd need to observe how the energy manipulates your own into repairing yourself? In which case, you would make the better candidate. What we need is a third party, clearly.

[dedikated]

[ ... is anybody really surprised? nah.

she lets him talk and considers this for a moment. really, she would much rather keep this at least semi-quiet until they're ready to be shown. fewer questions, less doubt. that kind of thing. ] You have someone in mind? [ she could, technically, test it on clinic patients but Dagny is already in her head, lecturing about ethics in testing and talking about designing proper experiments with a pool of participants-

it would just be easier to stab herself a few times and see what happens. ]

[tongueamok]

Well, I'm not about to call anyone I know and ask, "How are you? Would you like to be wounded in the name of research?"

[... Yes, it would just be easier to stab herself at this point.]