june catch-all; quests and more

[topslug]

Who: Yako Katsuragi + Others (TBD)
When: Throughout June Iuneril
Where: All over Aefenglom.
What: Your friendly neighborhood catch-all.
Warnings: TBD

[ I'll just be using this log for various individual top-levels and custom starters through the month and add them below as I go!. I write in prose because that's what I'm used to, but I can adjust to match. ]

1. Do it with Class

Although it's her second month here, Yako still hasn't made that much progress as far as spellcasting goes. The best progress she's made thus far is in enchantment, though for the most part, she's only practiced enchanting food and doesn't have much in the way of combat applications.

In Abjuration class, she looks a bit nervous when she's paired up with someone, giving them a sheepish look as she readies her focus.

"So, ah, do you want to practice blocking first, or should I?"

In Divination class, her fingers are covered with specks of pale yellow light, but when she shakes them off her fingers, they only drift down lazily onto the ground instead of pointing in any particular direction -- certainly not leading towards whatever hidden object they're supposed to be looking for. She sighs, shaking her head and glancing up at whoever's nearby.

"No good ... I can't get the spell to focus right. How about you? Any luck?"

It's in Transmutation class that she finds a surprising bit of luck: as she concentrates on the shattered teacup in front of her on the table, the pinpricks of light that seem to be her signature magic alighting on the ceramic, some of the pieces of shattered porcelain suddenly snap together in front of her, making her jump and lose concentration -- and it falls apart all over again. Still, she's elated.

"Did you see that?!"

Alternatively, you might catch her after classes end, holding a tray of various baked goods and a clipboard by a doorway. If you make the mistake of making eye contact or even coming too close, she'll perk up and step over.

"Excuse me, but would you mind trying one of these enchanted pastries and rating them? Um, the effects are temporary and nothing bad, I promise -- I just need to know how effective they are."

2. Lost in a Good Book

Early in the month, Yako can be easily found in Undermael College, sitting at one of the tables with a book open in front of her and some scattered notes scrawled all over in a girlishly rounded script. Some of it is information on basic spells and invocations taught in the Coven classes, but there's also a roughly doodled sketch of some kind of globe on one corner, and she seems to be intent on her work ... so much so that she's muttering under her breath.

Those close enough or possessed of keener hearing might catch something about 'leylines' or 'divination' or, more perplexingly perhaps, something about the ideal ratio of dry to wet ingredients ... but either way, as quiet as she may be trying to make it, it's a little bit disruptive.

3. Wiped Out

Closer towards the evenings, though, will see Yako straight up passed out on top of her work, pen beginning to leave a growing ink-stain on paper as she snores softly. Will you wake her up kindly and send her on her way, or be a bit more rude?

4. How Does Your Garden Grow?

In the Shopping District, Yako can be found intently browsing through a selection of ... plants? She hasn't picked up any from the shelves and planters yet, but she seems to be quite serious about looking through them -- so much so that she doesn't realize there's someone right beside her.

"Oh, sorry -- I didn't mean to get in your way. I'm having a hard time deciding what I should get for the garden."

???. Wildcard

[ None of these work for you? Want to write your own starter? Hit me up on the CR Meme, let's make something happen. ]

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for ritsu: postal service to potion sampling

[topslug]

Yako's bottomless pit of a stomach may not quite need as much filling these days, between roommates generous with their cooking efforts and what she's able to eat at the Coven, but a girl's still got to earn her way somehow. In this case, she's taken up a part time job delivering mail around Aefenglom. As a bonus, it's a good way of getting to know the various nooks and alleys of the place, as well as getting to know more about the people who live her, and it's good exercise, even if it does end up working her appetite up even more.

The two mailbags hooked to either side of her bicycle are almost empty and she's towards the end of her route when she spots a familiar figure in the distance walking with his back to her. Standing up on the pedals of her bike to put a bit more effort into it, it's easy enough to catch up, and she slows down once she's pulled up right alongside Ritsu, glancing over to give him a quick grin and a wave of greeting. She's currently wearing a few more layers than she normally does, with a cape in the colors of the couriers Ritsu might have seen around town.

"Hello, Sakuma-san!"

for kaoru: the joy of cooking

[topslug]

Usually, when someone's using the kitchen at home, it tends to be Kaoru -- Yako's more than happy to partake of his cooking (even if it comes at the price of smoothly blanking over his attempts at flirtation). This afternoon, when Kaoru comes into the house, there's the distinct smell of scorched food and ... Yako's crouched on the edge of the kitchen counter, apron and skirts hiked up high enough to bare her cycling bloomers as she warily scans the floor, wooden spoon gripped tight in her hand.

Realizing she's not alone is what has her looking up in surprise, blinking. "Ah-- welcome home, Hakaze-san!"

Nothing weird about this tableau at all!

[nemuru]

Lately, he's felt like being out during the day more - he wonders if it's him getting better, or if it has anything to do with the bunny tail he insists on hiding beneath baggy clothing. Regardless, he tries not to pay it too much mind, even if he still likes staying up, insists on doing it and ends up a little more tired than he needs to be. It's why he takes a moment to realize Yako's like, talking to him, especially with the Sakuma-san business.

He makes a face, hunching his shoulders with a siiiiiigh.

"Riiiitsu, Yako-chan... Don't call me Sakuma. Ritsu's fine." Very Firm About This. Ritsu peeks at her a little, then looks at her better to size her up. Hm... Hmmmmm... "Plannin' on trading in your witch's cap to be a postwoman?"

[topslug]

'Ritsu' just seems so familiar, though ...! She'll settle on some compromise that works for both of them later. For now, she puts her feet down to hold the bike steady while gives him a jaunty wink, showily tipping the brim of her hat.

"Even witches have to pay the bills, you know! And enchanted food doesn't really fill your stomach..." The last is said in a mutter, but she sighs, dropping her hand back onto the handlebars. "I'm actually heading back to the Coven after this -- what about you? Do you need a ride anywhere?"

[nemuru]

He chuckles at her wink, rocking back on his feet a little. Hm~mm, well, he didn't really have anywhere he was going; the Coven's as good a place as any, and maybe he can get some help for the itchiness down his back where he can just feel more fur coming in at. It's honestly really, really unsettling, and he isn't sure if it's a real feeling, or if it's because he knows things are changing. Sort of like how you become acutely aware that there's a bug on you when you see it and can feel its legs, or when you're told about spiders crawling on people and you can just imagine the sensation. Or when you watch that one video of someone disturbing a nest of harvestmen bugs and they all scatter.

He isn't really susceptible to that kind of stuff, but it gives him a bit of a chill nonetheless.

"Ahh, seems like it's my lucky day~," he replies with a bit of a grin, head tilting against his shoulder. "I was headin' that way too... You really gonna give me a ride?"

Wait, pause. Glancing at her bike.

"Can you really fit two people on that?"

[topslug]

Thankfully, this one is a pretty ordinary-looking bike relative to some of the ones wheeling around, but it does have a distinct lack of places for a second passenger to hop on. But Yako pats the crossbar between the seat and handlebars, scooting a little back in her seat to give more room.

“It won’t be the most comfortable ride, but if you sit sideways close by the bars and hold your feet out of the way, we should manage just fine.” How does she know this? Well, some of the neighborhood kids are about as friendly and daring as the ones they met that first night, and insist on getting free rides from one end of the street to the other...

[nemuru]

"Yako-chan's experienced, huh~? Maybe I should call you senpai." ...That said, he does carefully get up as instructed; he can feel his tail pressed up against his back and is grateful, as ever, to have found less tight clothing in the city. Shopping sucks, so he'd really rather not do it-

he treats Yako to a happy sigh, resting against her as comfortably as he can manage. Head curled against her shoulder, an arm loose around her waist primarily because he doesn't want to chance falling off... Perfect. "'Kay, I'm good, let's go...♪"

oop, mini timeskip time

[topslug]

"Don't idols get to ride bikes to school too?" Yako can't help but laugh, though she's surprised when Ritsu tucks himself in all cozily, making himself right at home.

"Hey ... you're not planning on falling asleep there, are you?" The reproach lacks any real bite to it, though, especially as once she's recalibrated her center of balance, she doesn't waste any time in getting them underway, pushing off the ground and pedaling to keep the momentum going forward.

The layers of cloth go some way to making her a more comfy makeshift pillow, seeing as she's not particularly ahem gifted as far as certain assets go, but she seems to possess a surprising amount of strength and has little trouble steering the bike with an extra passenger along. Inexplicably, this close, the scent of sugar and tart fruit seems to lie close to her, like she's carrying around her own personal haze smelling of freshly-baked goods.

Not that Ritsu can stay that relaxed for long -- Yako has to nudge him off her from time to time so she can actually drop mail off, sometimes leaving it in mailboxes, at other times handing it over the fence to smiling homeowners who are clearly already familiar with her face (and have a curious look or two to spare for Ritsu). There aren't any questions, though, and after the last drop off, Yako points them in the direction of the Coven.

I. Transmutation Class

[hearthebell]

This is actually L's second class of the day in which he's noticed Yako; the first was Divination, which was enjoyable to him as the branch of magic he's excelling most in. It comes naturally to him the way mathematics did as a child, with every new lesson a challenge to see how much higher he can climb; the discipline is exciting, rather than discouraging. Transmutation is another story, especially when it comes to fixing broken things (or healing magic), it's... well, a bit of a disaster, really. Every attempt L has made so far in those arenas has had the precise opposite effect of what he was going for. Broken things break more; a papercut turns into a laceration that requires stitches. That's why he's perhaps a little more apprehensive about practicing these particular spells, chewing on his pen, eyes scanning over his classmates looking for anyone who seems to truly have the hang of mending.

He's rough on his body and his possessions. This branch of magic goes beyond useful, to him, and actually hangs over into pathetically necessary territory. It doesn't work to his advantage to either ignore it or keep failing as hard as he has been at it.

He approaches Yako when he notices that she seems to have had some success with a shattered teacup. He's more quiet than is really polite, and when he speaks, he's probably encroaching far more on Yako's personal space than most people naturally would assume is OK, but he seems earnest enough when he says "I don't suppose you'd mind doing that again..."

While he watches, is the fairly blatant implication. His eyes are already boring holes into the tabletop among the ceramic shards, with such laser-beam intensity that it might be enough to shatter a cup by itself.

[nemuru]

Just like Mao - she might reproach, but she doesn't mean it, and he shakes his head briefly before they're off. He does nap a bit though, stirring when she nudges him off so she can do her job; he doesn't complain too much either, a grumble here or there, but at the end of the day he's happy to be able to cuddle up close to someone at long last. Admitting that that's what he wants is a little too honest though, given what he knows of rabbits (they die if they're left alone), so he banishes the thought and just relaxes with the steady feel of Yako's breathing by him and the sweet smell of goods that surrounds her.

He wonders if she tastes like that, too, but he's kind enough to wait until her last stop to turn his head up a little, just enough so his lips are dangerously close to her throat.

"Hey, Yako-chan... Can I bite you?" Mmm. "You smell really good..♪ I wanna know if your blood tastes ju~st as good."

[topslug]

Yako’s not always the most perceptive of her immediate surroundings or an alert person by nature, so someone appearing so suddenly at her elbow when she’s not expecting it takes her aback, the table shaking again as her knee bangs into it reflexively.

“Ow!” Wincing faintly, she cranes her head over to her a better look at who’s addressing her. She can recognize his face from earlier in the day, but she doesn’t recall a name to go with it. The intensity is a little intimidating, flustering her, but she’s quick to turn her attention back to the broken pieces of porcelain in front of her. Something had clicked, in a way that made a lot more sense than some of the magic she’s tried so far; the surprise came from how relatively effortless it was.

“I can certainly try,” she says, gamely. She didn’t it once — surely she can do it again, right? She studies the pieces in front of her again, holding the image of the teacup whole and unbroken in front of her, and her nose wrinkles as she concentrates on the mending spell again.

This time, the light takes its time to gather on the brittle edges. Some of the larger pieces wobble, magic struggling to bear them up, but when Yako reaches out to help prop it up with a finger, it locks into place. The end result isn’t quite a mended cup, but it is one that is whole, held together by magic that threads through the cracks like veins of gold.

[topslug]

Well, that’s unexpected enough to make Yako’s hands jerk on the handlebars, taking them into a mildly alarming swerve before she recovers her equilibrium enough to get them back on (slightly wobbly) course. This close, there’s no hiding the way her pulse has shot up, but her tone is adamant and firm.

“Absolutely not.” No fangs in flesh for you today, sir! Or certainly not in Yako’s flesh. “To begin with, I’m sure my blood doesn’t taste of anything other than, er, blood. Second of all, drinking witch blood can be dangerous for monsters. Don’t tell me you’ve just been going around asking everyone if you can suck their blood...”

On the one hand it wouldn’t surprise her, but still!

[nemuru]

Uwah, an even tastier reaction - well, an even more fun one, but Ritsu presses his forehead to her neck instead, liking the feel of her pulse beneath it, his arm tighter around her slightly from his brief panic at their swerve. If they were closer, she'd get his mouth; so, well, be thankful this is the extent of their friendship right now.

"Blood always tastes different, actually... I can smell it." Just a correction there. "But, mmm, I totally forgot that thing about witch blood... I haven't been asking just anyone though, don't worry. I mean, it's been really hard not to - I'm really thirsty and tired, y'know? - but I'm behaving. Promise."

...He sounds genuine about that, at least, because he is; he's just been trying to adjust in other, less bloodsucking ways. Having only a limited amount of people he actually knows in this city has pushed him towards that, and the people he does know aren't really on his ~would love to bite~ list. His brother, his brother's unitmates, that pink kid, Lucifer-chan... Lucifer-chan gets close at least, being easy enough to sucker into it, but no luck with the rest of them.

"'kay, though. If you ever change your mind, lemme know. It doesn't hurt." Much. "I'm really gentle - Anzu never complained... Well, she usually just gave herself a papercut or something and let me drink from her like that, not actually bite her, I guess."

arrives fashionably late

[kaowont]

Honestly? It's more worrisome than weird, and the instant he smells the... uh, overwhelming whatever-that-is, Kaoru gently places his shopping tote down and to the side.

"Uh, are you sure everything's okay in there... ?" Because, like, look at this. He isn't sure where to start or what to ask besides that — and there's also... well, it's not cool for a guy to waltz in uninvited when a girl's got her skirt folded up like that, so he's hanging just on the edge of the kitchen with a wary look and a casual need to amend the situation.

After all, given how often he's cooking for a household of four ( seemingly, since one of the ladies is nearly always absent ) now, he's starting to grow pretty fond of the kitchen space.

[hearthebell]

Though L is not naturally an empathetic person, there's a definite ripple effect when Yako bangs her knee on the table at her startled lurch. He reels back himself, long-limbed, skittish and spidery as he regards her warily before, very slowly, his shoulders lower and relax. He moves closer to watch, of course, and now that Yako is aware of him fully, it goes much better.

"Thank you," he replies, neat and crisp and rote, when she agrees to give it a shot. The process is fascinating, and seeing the slower transitional phases is even more so, and it's far better than anything L's managed so far in terms of mending charms.

"Is... there a trick to it, do you think...?" he asks, his words slightly distorted by the finger in his mouth that he is speaking around. Yako might notice that his finger is actually a little battered-looking, with several bandaged lacerations. It's clear evidence that with his existing magical skill, he hasn't been able to heal them himself, hinting at his intense interest on mending spells in general.

aaa sorry for the delay, it's been a busy week

[topslug]

Just how many people's blood has Ritsu had the chance to drink? Probably better not to ask, Yako thinks, and she's not sure she entirely takes Ritsu for his word about 'behaving,' but it's not as though there's been anything to contradict that, too.

Her huff of resignation stirs his hair as she steers them back on the path to the Coven. "If you're thirsty and tired, a little blood from a papercut isn't going to help that, you know," she tells him, heartbeat evening out to the normal elevated rate one might expect of someone pedaling a bike with a (mostly) grown man along. "You should get some real food in you. And water."

But then again, she's biased, because she thinks food is the answer to everything. Health lecture over, it doesn't take them much longer before they've arrived at the Coven and she nudges Ritsu off the bike.

"Well, here's our stop," she tells him, walking the bike over to where she can set it in place, to be retrieved later. "I'm going to try out that Bond-testing thing they said they were going to do today ... what about you?"

[topslug]

It's still taking a good deal of Yako's conscious effort to hold the spell together, but she frowns thoughtfully at the question. Understanding the answer to that might be part of the answer to helping it stick, and she uses a finger to gingerly push in a piece that's threatening to slide out of alignment as she mulls it over.

"It look longer to do this, and it's holding itself better together," she offers as insight into her thought process. "I spent more time actually imagining what would need to happen for it to get fixed. Thinking about which pieces fit together, if I was using my hands instead of magic. So maybe it helps to visualize it clearly in your head."

An experienced witch could do it in less time, no doubt, but even this much is a victory in its own quiet, private way. Yako cradles the cup in her hands, still thinking -- only for it to fall apart again with a soft tinkle of porcelain when she loses her concentration, and she fumbles to keep from dropping the pieces and ending up with her fingers sliced open much like L's.

[hearthebell]

Conscious effort with success as a result is a great deal more satisfying than conscious effort without, even if L is only experiencing it vicariously, even if it is only a modest amount of success. It's an affirmation, ultimately, that it is possible to do the things that have been giving him so much trouble.

He nods, parsing the explanation, drawing what value and precision he can from it. It sounds more intuitive than methodical, which makes it easier to frame mentally... but in practice, no amount of visualizing or creating a plan or map has helped him.

"I see..."

As she cradles the cup, he's about to ask a follow-up question about whether or not she feels any sense of nurturing, any gentle or sentimental feelings, wondering if that could contribute to success in either mending an object or healing a body. But it splinters and comes apart rather suddenly, so much that he bolts back again in startlement.

He draws closer, gingerly, at the sight of blood.

"How are you coming along with the healing spells?" he inquires, hoping that she will not expect him to offer assistance. The professor might possibly come around to it, but is occupied on the other side of the rather large study hall.

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"Everything's fine!" Yako replies, a bit too quickly, but her gaze is darting around, and --

There. An ominous, metallic clatter and scrape from somewhere behind one of the chairs, and Yako pales a bit as a shadowy shape scurries along to dart away. Still, she does owe Kaoru and explanation for all this, which she tries to offer even as she awkwardly crabwalks as best as she can in a half-squat, trying to catch sight of her prey.

"... I think I might have. Um. Overdone the magic while I was cooking."

[topslug]

There's a bit of blood, but it isn't much -- just as though she'd gotten a few nasty papercuts. Yako winces a little, but she doesn't drop the teacup pieces laughing wryly at herself as she prioritizes setting them down so as to not lose them again.

"Sorry about that ... I guess I can't repair them permanently like that yet." But she does have something for wounds. She checks her hands over briefly for splinters -- thankfully, none have lodged themselves under her skin -- and turns to rummage in her bag on the bench.

"I'm really not that good at healing magic yet, but..." Rather bizarrely, what she turns up is ... what looks like a muffin in a petaled paper baking cup, laced through with red sticky swirls of what a sniff will quickly reveal to be strawberries. Diplomatically, careful not to get any blood on the paper itself, she breaks the muffin and paper cup into two pieces, offering him one of the halves.

"... I've gotten pretty good at baking it into things. Would you like some?" she asks, already halfway through stuffing hers in her mouth, so that she has to talk in between mouthfuls. "It'll help with your hands."

a midsummer night's dream

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1. a very listless full moon

[ The last thing Yako rather expected to be roped into on the night of the full moons was agreeing to an impromptu (and, she's realizing, probably questionably illegal) run of a hedge maze. Despite the relative energy she'd felt earlier in the day, right now, the concept of having to run around doesn't much appeal at all for some reason, and she turns to who she's partnered with to give them a wry smile. ]

I don't suppose I could convince you to take it easy on me, could I...?

2. litha celebrations [ day ]

[ Its unfortunately difficult for Yako to resist free food whenever it's on offer, meaning that Yako's pleasantly buzzed on spiced food as she wanders around the celebration. It brings a flush to her cheeks and a lightheadedness which isn't all that different from the magical exhaustion she'd felt during the full moons, only instead of listlessness she finds herself filled with a strange energy.

Which means she can be found:

a. wandering the crowds and occasionally bumping into people when she grows a little clumsy, though she's quick to apologize and offer a bit of whatever food she's been carrying as a token of her repentance;

b. abruptly appearing out of nowhere, clasping your arm and rather too loudly asking if you'd like to run through the maze with her;

c. sitting in a rather unladylike sprawl on the ground, a flower crown already in her hair, happily plaiting more and more blossoms into one that's looking -- hang on, that's not a crown at all? Maybe someone should tell her that. ]

3. the witch in the well [ night ]

[ Perhaps you were thinking of making a wish or looking for your true love. Or perhaps you just happened to be passing by on the way to somewhere else. Either way, a young woman's voice echoes up from the depths of the well, faintly plaintive, though with a bubble of laughter rising for the ridiculousness of the situation. ]

Hello? Is anyone there?

[ A thoroughly damp young woman is diligently treading water in the bottom of a well, looking surprisingly placid despite her predicament and squinting up at the distant, lit circle of the well's mouth. ]

I seem to have gotten myself a little stuck.

[ That and someone seems to have pulled up and put aside the bucket and rope that originally went down there. Hmm. ]

4. wildcard

[ None of these suit your fancy? Hit me up on Yako's plotting post or PM and we can hash something out. I've written them up in action for convenience, but I can adjust to match.

For the Litha prompt, she's more 'cuddly and touchy and giggly' than 'single and ready to mingle,' but I don't mind threads turning in a more NSFW direction. Just let me know if that's where you'd like it to go! o/ ]

[hearthebell]

L's not squeamish, not deeply affected by the sight of others suffering... but that's a strange thing for a human to feel unless they're a surgeon, or otherwise in a career where they've been exposed to a great deal of it. And that's true for L as a lawman, of course, but he doesn't want to draw attention to any of that here. No, his invented persona would absolutely not have a reason to be so numb to it all. He knits his brow, leaning forward, approximating true concern as best he can even when she tries to defuse the situation by laughing.

"It's still good..." he offers, feeling that at least some modest praise is in order for any level of success. He watches curiously as she rummages in her bag, surprised when she draws a strawberry cupcake out, of all things.

He is very partial to strawberry cupcakes, and would be even if they possessed no healing magic. He accepts it, not taking his eyes off the person who baked it, doing some quick and calculating thinking.

"It's a creative solution," he admits, "but... as someone who has been burned before by the food in this place, it won't make me say whatever's on my mind, or fall in love with the next person I meet as a side effect, will it? Nothing like that?"

It might be his attempt at a joke; it might be completely earnest. It's incredibly difficult to tell when he says everything in the same flat monotone.

[topslug]

"Food usually seems like the first choice for pranks here, doesn't it?" Yako sighs, with the put-uponness of someone who knows that, and knew that even when she shoved it into her face anyway. Why does it have to be so bad, but taste so good...?

"A spell would probably be faster, but this has been more reliable for me so far." They haven't been talking long, and the other Witch has only just taken the half offered to him, but incredibly, she's already almost finished with her piece of the cupcake, meaning she can set the paper aside and hold her slightly crumb-covered hands palm-up to him, showing him how under the bright dots of blood, the small lacerations are already knitting themselves back together. It's easier for her minor wounds; his might not be so quick to repair themselves.

"It isn't a trick. Oh, though you shouldn't eat it if you're feeling tired, or it might make you really sleepy." Her expression creases with a touch of sheepishness.

[hearthebell]

He nods, slowly at first and then picking up speed and intensity, because he does legitimately agree with her. He's been careful so far to memorize his lies, produce them as promptly as he would the actual truth, but it's always easiest when it happens to actually be the truth. Sometimes, it takes a moment to realize it, if only because everything is so complicated and tangled up. "Linden Tailor" is, after all, an amalgam of the kind of person he actually is, and the kind of person he believes he can sustainably pretend to be without raising any red flags or drawing any undesirable attention to himself.

Etiquette.

"Thank you..."

She's already bitten into the cupcake. It's probably safe for him to do the same, especially when he sees the effects on her hands. The evidence is sound, and therefore, he's taking a bite of his own, and not only is it magical, already starting to do exactly what it's supposed to for his injuries, but it's a very good cupcake by its own merits. And L would know; he's eaten a lot of cupcakes in his life. Of course, she warns him just a touch to late that it might make him sleepy, after he's already swallowed two bites.

"I see. As it happens, I drink a lot of coffee, so... perhaps it'll balance out, after all," he suggests. It's also in that ambiguous territory of maybe being a joke, but not only does L look like he drinks coffee to replace most meals and then some, he sounds gravely, somberly serious.

"Did one of the professors suggest this to you, or did you come up with it by yourself?" he inquires, going for a third bite and visibly savoring it.

Witch in the Well

[psychotronics]

[ Morgan doesn't believe in wishes and she doesn't believe in true love, so passing by it is. She can't ignore a cry for help when she hears one though, so it's only a few moments after Yako calls out that her face appears framed by the well's mouth above, peering down at her through the depths using a simple candlelight spell. She grunts incredulously; never thought she'd see something so cliche as a person trapped in an old timey well, but. Here they are.]

Seriously? How in the hell did you even wind up down there? Hang on...

[ This doesn't immediately appear to be some kind of sinister trap or anything, so she's already reaching for the bucket and rope to lower it down to the trapped woman. ]