Event

[weavethebonds]

There's some youthful looking girl with goggles and the outfit a complete shut-in might think was stylish loading crates of what appear to be volatile chemicals into a little red wagon.

She looks familiar.

Comments

[weavethebonds]

"It's not like I could teach anybody magic anyway. Or that I would want to do it if I could."

[pureplainpatron]

...oh ho? Is that what happened with your 'disciples'... Magicat and Magidog, if I recall?

[weavethebonds]

"It's. complicated. They were the only ones I could teach, cause I already knew how to teach them. I don't really. 'know' magic. I pull it all up from fragments of a shattered memory and personality, and how to teach them was already in there."

[pureplainpatron]

...interesting. So you find that those memories become more fragmented over time?

[weavethebonds]

"They're more like. Broken Glass that just sits in places I can't reach."

[pureplainpatron]

Huh. I wonder if I'd be able to do something about that...

...then again, I rather like you as you are.