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Speaking of teaching, you segue as you silently curse your lack of a beverage, Libby set a bunch of dudes on fire up on the mountain!
“Yep!” The young mage replies as she puffs out her chest with pride, “I sure did! Took a whole bunch of concentration and two years of binging ‘<span class="mu-i">THAT’S THE SPIRIT</span>’, but it worked, huh? I’m still working out the kinks in my evocation methods, though–people say it’s really helpful to have a wand to concentrate the magical energy through, especially if you’re a beginner, but depending on natural talent some people just skip straight to the-”
Libby’s eyes nearly pop out of her skull when she realizes she’s rambling… and that you’re <span class="mu-i">staring</span>. And so is Chuck.
“Er, I mean…” she stammers as she runs a sassy hand through her hair, “... I <span class="mu-i">dabble</span>, yea… Whatcha wanna know? Just don’t expect much… some people got it, some just <span class="mu-i">don’t</span>. Can’t help ya’ there…”
Well for starters, you begin, how… how does it <span class="mu-i">work</span>? Like, shit–magic’s <span class="mu-i">REAL</span>?
“Uh, Earth to Diesel: magic’s <span class="mu-i">BEEN</span> real. Read a book!” Libby scoffs as if you’d just asked her what color blueberries are! “The general concept is this: wherever you go you’re gonna have energy, right? But there’s also this… this <span class="mu-i">other</span> energy. And it comes from <span class="mu-s">MAGICAL SOURCES!</span>”
You respond with a few listless blinks. Alright…
“So some places have more magic than others…” Libby continues as enthusiasm slowly creeps back into her voice, “But once you get <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> good at it you can take it with you wherever, y’know? So if you get <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> powerful it’s no big deal! But when you store it, um… inside you, it takes some of your <span class="mu-s">LIFE ENERGY</span> too… and that’s what makes people tired. And why it’s hard to use magic, sometimes.”
So-
“Anyways,” The goth interrupts, “There were these groups early on that practiced and studied magic, but they got all jealous of other independent, like, sorcerers and things? So they made these groups to contain it… but they all have these weird rules and things for joining. Nowadays people go solo to, like, practice without accidentally joining a weird cult and stuff, but a lot of people end up teleporting themselves into space or summoning a Lesser Demon in their backyard…”
“And <span class="mu-i">this</span> is the shit she practices in <span class="mu-i">MY</span> house…” Groans Chuck as he takes another swig from his drink! “Thought it was some weird teen shit like that ‘<span class="mu-i">K-POPs</span>’ or whatever you call it… but now I know…”
Libby responds with a withering glare. “... he’s just annoyed because I summoned a <span class="mu-s">FROG MAN</span> once. ON <span class="mu-i">ACCIDENT!</span>”
“Neighbors wouldn’t stop complainin’ about the smell coming from the garbage cans…” Growls Chuck, “Pain in the ass…”
>CONTD.
