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Post by Tosca on Apr 26, 2007 2:41:26 GMT 9.5
lmfao, that was great! Ah, I can see fun times ahead! Just so long as she doesn't drop any alligators out of the sky, she should be fine. ^^ This is such an ace fic, mirandafan, keep it up!
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Post by mirandafan on Apr 26, 2007 4:33:18 GMT 9.5
Awe, thank you. I'll do my best to try and keep it interesting!
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Post by himiko on Apr 26, 2007 6:24:30 GMT 9.5
LOL, loved that.
(Yes, or the gentle rain of newts and salamanders, or flowers, ey Tosca?
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Post by Mab Rox on Apr 26, 2007 7:05:31 GMT 9.5
LOL! ;D
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Post by Tosca on Apr 26, 2007 8:07:16 GMT 9.5
... ;D
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Post by mirandafan on Apr 26, 2007 10:15:21 GMT 9.5
"What's this?" Droped in front of her was a large binded book. Thick, and so old it was begining to curl at its edges. The cover was horse hide, by the looks of it. It's only survival seemed to be from the minty like glow of magic surrounding it. "In this book, I've recorded a series of spells. You memorize all of them. But first, you must note, magic is not simply conjured. It needs to be believed." "I beleive it," Lillian insisted. "I've seen it, how could I not believe in it?" Mab didn't like hearing a voice raised at her. "Read these spells closely. Know everyone of them." "So quickly?" The girl looked at the large binding. "How?" "If you are made to study magic, it should not be hard," Mab challenged strongly.
(a breif moment of words. hope it fits well.)
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Post by Tosca on Apr 26, 2007 17:16:58 GMT 9.5
Awh, Mab is being as sympathetic and understanding as ever. Ah well, the sprog could always explode a pineapple at her if she gets fed up! This is as great as ever!
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Post by Incapability on Apr 26, 2007 20:08:52 GMT 9.5
fun fun fun!
Ain't she an understanding reacher?
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Post by mirandafan on Apr 26, 2007 21:24:42 GMT 9.5
At first the book of spells was tedious. Lillian went cross eyed just looking at its pages. The words were not written, but etched in, as if by sheer will of mind. They seemed to be spoken to her, rather then read. A grinding sound within her head. Yet, with each page, the spells became easier. The words bacame actual words. The symbols made sense. Lillian, amongst her confusion, was suddenly inlightened. Mab stood over her, arms folded, watching with her cold glare. The pages turned, and turned again, until the book was shut at its other end, and Lillian looked up at Mab, a new look within her sharp green eyes. Mab moved her own eyes toward the tables edge, where an apple appeared. Why always an apple? It was an orignal sin, wasn't it? And was magic not something the religious might scoff at? The apple stood there, still as a stone. Lillian starred at it, at first hoping to will it up ward. But it didn't move. She waved a hand. It didn't move. She spoke her spell. It rose.
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Post by Incapability on Apr 26, 2007 21:41:12 GMT 9.5
Ah. Finally.
Mab's teaching methods appear to pay off.
*applauds*
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Post by Tosca on Apr 26, 2007 21:52:08 GMT 9.5
LOL, I love the way she tries to become a wizard (or witch, y'know) of pure thought with her first spell! <3333
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Post by mirandafan on Apr 26, 2007 23:09:11 GMT 9.5
(It's coming easier now, quicker too.)
Lillian watched the floating apple until it fell to the floor, shattering like glass. She turned to Mab, flabbergasted. “That was amazing! Was it really me? Did I do that?” Her shock might have been cute to anyone else. But Mab didn’t bother to even acknowledge it. This was to small a display to be rewarded. Through the face of Big Ben, she could see London working its own magic before her. It would take much more then a floating apple by a young teenager to convince the world that magic was something that existed by more then just faith. There was much more work to be completed. Hand magic began with tricks. Sometimes words would even help at that. Classic spells known by children through fairytale stories, maybe even the fairy stories Frik had taken the time to write, sounded fake coming from Lillian’s lips. It frustrated Mab to no end that people had taken her craft and made an entertainment. Still, perhaps, if some where out there, there were more of Lillian’s kind, the spells would spread into something more then what they were originally presented as. Then of course, there were also spells in fairytales that were nonsense. Like Cinderella’s “bibitty bobitty boo.” Honestly, who had thought up such a sorted sense of magic? Mab sat at the table now, head held lazily in hand as she watched Lillian perform. It was her test, at the end of her first semester of study. And she was passing. By the skin of her nose. A few words sent this way, a few more that. She could turn apples into oranges. She could even light a candle without a match. Finished, having explored her limits, Lillian rested against the table, as if she’d just run a mile.
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Post by Tosca on Apr 27, 2007 0:01:28 GMT 9.5
squee! I like the way Mab's so contemptuous of the cinderella spell, when some of hers are "alicka knick ka knack..." Gah, not even gonna try that again. ^^ *checks the sky for alligators*
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Post by Incapability on Apr 27, 2007 0:29:30 GMT 9.5
well, Mab can have spells like that, because a) she doesn't need tem, ergo it doesn't matter what they sound like and b) even if she did need them - coming from her they would still sound better than bibitty and so on.
Love the update, it's great how you're keeping everyone in character!
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Post by himiko on Apr 27, 2007 1:48:57 GMT 9.5
Admittedly, the "Alicka..." spells are rather odd sounding, but they can also lead to hilarious results, such as gentle rains of reptillian creatures. The Cinderella spell makes me cringe, LOL.
Loved this part- how Lilly's so impressed with herself, and Mab's pratically bored, LOL.
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