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Who: Rin & Whoever
When: Day 31, late morning
Where: Apt ☻, but the door is open
What:

[ . . . there's a quiet shriek and then a puff of smoke wafts out of Apt ☻'s door . . .

The source of said shriek is tossing some charred pieces of . . . something out the door '-' . . . ]

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[no signs of anything odd other than that you now have a super smooth orb]

So then I guess the right question would have been, why are you setting rocks on fire?

Did you do some kind of magic on this?

I wasn't setting it on fire, that was the accidental part.

I don't do magic. I have the ability to reject or accept whatever I wish, so I rejected the part that wasn't what you're holding there.

What were you trying for?

[getting out a cigarette]

[ CONTEMPLATIVE FOR A MOMENT, STILL TURNING IT OVER IN HER HANDS. Somewhat to herself: ]

Mm. . . that would still count as 'magic' to some people. An origin of 'rejection' maybe, though the power . . .

[ waves a hand ]

Make it useful.

Because it's just something I do or don't do, I've never thought of it that way. It used to be as simple as breathing, but this place has made me much weaker.

Useful for what?

Magic takes a lot of different forms, it's probably not magic to you or your world but it would count as magic to another.

. . . anything other than being a rock. Most things can be given some kind of power or purpose if applied correctly. I was hoping for storage. . . But I would even taken a flashlight!

A flashlight... so you just turn things into other things...?

No, but that's a lot more simple than something else right now, right?

[ sigh ]

But it turned out pretty uselessly. I guess I calibrated wrong.

Well, it's a bit less of an embarrassing failure than if it was really meat at least.

. . . I can cook excellently, I should mention just in case you get the wrong idea anyway.

Honestly, that sounds better than being able to turn rocks into flashlights anyway.

The kind who prefers food over flashy things . . .?

The kind who prefers food over most anything.

Edited 2012-03-13 04:44 (UTC)

. . . how weird. I don't think I've ever met anyone like that in real life.

Really?

Mostly I know pack rats and assholes.

Well, I fall into at least one of those categories.

Asshole? You'll have to be a pretty big one to compete with the ones I know.

I'm not very interested in competing. You don't happen to know a certain king, do you?

. . .

Somehow he gets around quite a lot.

I think he's rubbed off on you a bit too.

[ adfffffffjk ]

It's only natural! After ten years!

[?]

That long? He doesn't seem like the type to take in orphans.

Who's an orphan?