mayfield_rpg | 16th ☆

[Action - School]

[Marisa is sitting on top of the table in the cafeteria, legs crossed, as she's finishing up telling a tale to the other students sitting around her at lunch.]

...and that's why you need to be careful when you see lots of flowers just suddenly appearing all over the place, like they did here, ze. They could be a bunch of dead people just waiting for a lazy shinigami to take them across the Sanzu to Higan.

[Action - Makeout Point - Evening]

[Anyone attuned to the flow of magic with the capacity to sense it feel a surge coming from Makeout Point. In fact, this sudden concentration feels VERY much like Shana's Guren no Souyoku Unrestricted Method that grants her wings of flame.

Only it doesn't feel quite right. It doesn't feel like fire, but... starlight? A shimmering yellowish glow can be seen from the Point.]

[Phone]

So who wants to go to the Drive In? It's almost dark and I feel like seeing a movie on that really big screen with popcorn and some friends and b--

[She cuts herself off. No, no drinking tonight because... The phone is partially muffled as Marisa yells something back into her own house.]

Oi! Ciel! I'm taking the car tonight. No, I'm not going to drink. Yes, I know how to drive. And no, you're not stopping me. I already got the keys, ze.

[And back to talking on the phone.] So who wants to come with me? No boring people allowed.

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[Upon reaching the Point, she'll see Marisa standing in the middle of a magic circle that blazes a brilliant blue-white. Coming from her back are a pair of large wings made of magic. The construction and weaving of them are so similar to what Wilhelmina knows.

But yet they're bright yellow and instead of embers of flame falling from them as with Shana's wings, small stars fall from them and a close look shows many stars in their form as well. Marisa is looking back over her shoulders at them, eyes narrowed in scrutiny, but there is a bit of sweat on her brow, relaying the level of concentration and strain this spell requires.]

[Wilhelmina slowly approaches, eyeing the girl carefully and keeps a safe distance. When she is as close as she feels is currently safe she stops and watches her. This was no Flame Haze and she was quite confident it was no one from Guze either.]

Who are you and where did you learn to use such a skill?

[Marisa looks over at the... maid? She holds a hand up to stay anything further from Wilhelmina as she silently mouths a few more words and stabilizes the spell. The magic circle under her vanishes, though the ground is scorched from it, and the wings remain.]

Marisa Kirisame. And I saw this spell used before, thought it was interesting, and figured it out myself.

On your own and that easily?

Impressive.

[Tiamat had felt like commenting as well. Wilhelmina was also impressed, she knew few people who could do such things, even the Interpreter of Condolence could not duplicate such things in that context.]

[Marisa looked around for the source of that second voice, curiously, and that's when she noticed the barrier.]

Yeah. Took me a couple months of deconstruction and reformulating it to be workable with my magic, but yeah.

...if this barrier isn't yours, someone's about to jump us, ze.

It is mine. Caution is best played first. The only other person capable of casting this is the Flame Haired Burning Eyed Hunter and she is not here. There is no danger.

[She decides it's safe enough to walk forward a bit more, the girl did not seem hostile.]

You must have a great talent for magic, it is a rare thing to see.

Oh. What's with the long, formal name, ze? You could just call her Shana like I do. I

[Marisa shows no hostility at all. Now that she knows the origin of the barrier, she shifts her attention back to the wings, moving them slowly and checking their range of mobility.]

I'm a witch, ze. And yeah... I've been told I'm pretty rare for an ordinary human.

I would prefer not to.

[But then this was the woman who never thought to give her a personal name to begin with....]

In the world we came from humans are unable to use spells or any special skills without a contract. This is a unique situation to have the chance of observeing.

[Marisa gives an experimental flap of the wings, lifting herself a few inches off the ground before dropping back down. She's not going to actually try flying this time. She needed to see how long she could maintain the wings first. Sweat beaded on her brow. Unfamiliar magic, new spell... it was quite taxing on the witch.]

Where I'm from 99% of humans can't do more than a basic cantrip without being gifted by the gods. I learned the hard way to use magic. No contracts... none of that. Shana thought I was a Flame Haze at first. It was kinda funny, ze.

I can see where she would come to that conclusion. It would be the safest assumption given basic information.

Yeah. What I call mana is what you all call Power of Existence.

You're Wilhelmina, aren't you?

That is correct. That girl must have spoken of me.

Yup. Back before this resurrection crap happened. She said something about us meeting, but I don't remember what. We're friends, ze.

I see.

[She pauses a moment as if getting a good look of Marisa.]

You seem like someone who could be a good friend.

I'm a great friend to have!

[Except when she borrows your things or shoots you with lasers, but then there's tea and all is well!]

[Wilhelmina would probably not take kindly to such examples of her friendship, though tea was always welcome.

She nods slowly not adding anything more. She just wasn't very good with keeping a conversation up.]

[Apparently not. Marisa spent the next few minutes examining her wings, flapping them experimentally, but not trying to fly. Flight this time wasn't the purpose of the spell; she needed to check her endurance with it before trying to take to the skies.]

So you're a Flame Haze, too?

That is correct. I am the Manipulator of Objects Wilhelmina Carmel. This [She indicates her maid cap.] is the Illusionist Crown Tiamat.

[That gets Wilhelmina a weird look.]

I thought Tiamat was a seven-headed chromatic dragon-goddess from Babylonia.

That description is a recent assumption. Also most stories of such things are not entirely accurate, though may be based in true events. This is also not her body, simply a vessel in which to communicate.

Untrue.

...but really? A maid's cap? That's so... silly, ze. Alastor's pendent is really cool.

[Marisa blinks and looks around.] There it is again. I swear I'm hearing voices. The non-normal ones.

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