[voice, ota]

[rebells]

Hello there.

This is Jay. If we haven't spoken yet, I've been with this "coven" more or less since its beginning, and I helped coordinate defense during the first Uvi raid. Feel free to ask me any questions you don't want to bother Genette or Brie with; a more informed group benefits us all, after all.

I'm talking to you all in interest of that, actually: a number of us have expressed that a comprehensive listing of everyone's abilities, particularly those granted us by Qri, would be useful to have. If you'll come talk to me about yours, either over telepathy or in person, that would be much appreciated. Genette should know about your Qri-granted power, if you don't.

I'll be in the house we're staying in for most of the day. Please do take care of yourselves, and be careful not to get shocked.

[Indeed, Jay can be found at a table near the entrance to the coven's house, with a stack of papers that read:

NAME:
CAN YOU FIGHT?:
QRI-GRANTED POWER:
OTHER POWERS:

He'll be handing them out to anyone who passes by, although what you do with yours is of course up to you.]




((a thing for you to fill out))

Comments

voice.

[hydrostorm]

Hmmmm... Sounds kind of dangerous to me. A list of everyone's strengths and potential weaknesses? What if that happened to fall into the wrong hands? Oooh, or even better! One of us isn't as interested in the good of the others and is dirty scoundrel.

[ this has been an unhelpful update. ]

[rebells]

[There's silence for a bit . . .

. . . and then the sound of laughter, slightly muffled, coming through the telepathic connection.]

Well, you're not wrong. I could be completely untrustworthy, and playing everyone who answered this survey for a fool.

Should I assume you're declining the opportunity to become one of them?

[hydrostorm]

[ she's amused, she'll give him that. ]

Oooh, and now you're admitting it! Is this a clever ruse to avoid suspicion or is this a confession no one will take seriously? The plot thickens!

But... I tend not to answer such prying questions from strangers, even the most famous ones.

[rebells]

Or perhaps, just an admission of the truth--? That I could have ulterior motives should be obvious, and I'm not very good at pretending to be stupid. It's a flaw in my personality.

In any case, I certainly can't force you to answer if you don't want to. Can I ask your name, or is that also a prying question?

[hydrostorm]

Magilou, for short. A great and powerful witch that isn't so easily duped by wolves in sheep's clothing.

[rebells]

In sheep's clothing? I had no idea I was that innocent-seeming.

I'm pleased to meet you, Magilou, if you'll trust my word that far.

[And indeed he sounds cheerful, engaged, like someone enjoying himself very much.]

[hydrostorm]

Well, I haven't taken a look at your outfit yet, so who knows! Maybe you're edgier than you sound.

Since I have you on the line, a girl's gotta know... why are you doing this?

[rebells]

Would you actually believe me, whatever I said?

You're welcome to come talk to me in person, by the way.

thanks dw????

[hydrostorm]

My, my how forward of you ... but I'm not busy. I'll come find you. Are you in the common room of the house?

[rebells]

That's right.

[He's at the table, specifically, a stack of surveys by his side, scribbling in what looks like one of those black notebooks for gel pens.]

[hydrostorm]

[ how adorable.

he's definitely not fitting the mental image she had, but then again, when does anyone ever? she saunters up to the table, arms crossed behind her head. ]

How studious of you.

[rebells]

There's a lot to take in.

[Almost automatic--he finishes a sentence and glances up for real, studying her. The notebook is shut.]

Hello. Magilou, yes?

[hydrostorm]

Mhm. Yessire, the one and only.

[ she eyes him, hand on her hip, studying him just as much as he's studying her. ]

You're younger than I expected, kiddo.

[rebells]

Oh? What were you expecting, a middle-aged man?

[He does not sound like a middle-aged man, for the record.]

[hydrostorm]

[ it's all about the mannerisms, baby. ]

You wish. [ she twirls a long piece of hair around her finger. ]

Alas, I was expecting an adult, not a teenager.

[rebells]

[If she meant she was expecting an adult in a flirty way he is studiously ignoring that. Anyway--]

I don't, actually. I like who I am.

[hydrostorm]

[ who says that with a straight face? she quirks a brow but then sighs, holding her hands up in defeat. ]

You seem pretty harmless, so I suppose I'll fill out ... whatever this is.

[rebells]

Oh? Changing your mind so easily?

[It's probably in his best interests not to say anything, but he can't help it. He hands her a survey.]

[hydrostorm]

You're going off the assumption I'll be telling the truth.

[ she winks, holding the survey up curiously. ]

Qri....

[rebells]

The one who brought us here. And you always had the option to lie.

[He shrugs expansively.]

[hydrostorm]

But now the lie would be even more compelling, wouldn't you think?

[ the smirk dies down as her eyes comb over the survey once again. ]

And I knew who she was. The mysterious enigmatic poor excuse for a witch.

[rebells]

Perhaps. It depends on how poor you think my memory is.

You seem to have some opinions on what constitutes a 'witch.'

[hydrostorm]

You're a sharp cookie, kiddo. It takes a great and magical witch to know when someone isn't living up to that name.

[rebells]

What should a witch be doing, in your opinion?

[hydrostorm]

Dazzling her audience! Not hiding behind some so-called witches and carting us around like caged animals.