OPEN POST; [ TAKA AMBULARA / ORIGINAL ]

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[Oh? What an interesting display of magic, and for it to be used so casually is odd to see. For years now, he's lived in a remade world where magic resides only in the background, a thrumming energy that can sometimes be tapped into with the greatest of effort and only by those deemed too eccentric for anyone's good. It's nice to see someone other than Nova manipulating it like it were as easy as breathing.

He watches the display. The metaphor makes sense.]

And you have one of those here, doing what? Building its own "shapes and structures" for... entertainment?

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Something to that effect.

[Witches were one of the shapes molded and added permanently to the box they're currently in. Espers were allowed within by virtue of being here first.]

To keep it brief, the ones who exist here maintain the integrity of the box. The child who lays claim over it, watches gleefully and taunts other children outside of it to come and look and then the people in the box deal with the consequences.

[Amelia sweeps the box away.]

In any case, we make do. A fickle creature is hands off more often than not.

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[A fickle creature having that sort of power sounds even worse. Taka wonders if the same applies to his world, in degrees of similarity either small or large, but without knowing proper motivations, he can only guess.

He hates having holes in his knowledge.]

"We make do", like it's just something you have to live with forever. What if the people in the box don't want to be treated like little playthings to be gawked at?

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[Amelia grunts.]

Swatting back isn't really in the cards.

[Lord knows she's learned the hard way.]

But that's simply the nature of this plane. And right now, we're looking to get you back to whatever sandbox you're from.

[The point of her explanation was just to illustrate the similarities and differences between their respective worlds and keep in the back of their minds, the greater forces that they have to keep at bay.]

I'll use your clothes then. Give me a week, at worst a month, to show results.

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[Frowns at the verbiage. "In the cards." But he shrugs and stuffs a slice of meat in his mouth next.]

How do you know? I've swat back before. Yes, look where it's landed me, but it proved something previously unproven: even powerful forces can be taken down with some ingenuity.

[With his free hand still holding onto his vest, he offers it over.]

Anyhow... It's not as important to keep that in one piece, but... [He pauses.] If you can spare the birds, I'd appreciate it.

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I know because I kept the child entertained for a few decades and failed enough times to know better.

[Might as well put that out there, layered and veil as it may be.

Amelia leaves it at that to carefully take the offered vest, nodding at his request.]

I will.

[She folds it with care that contrasts with her otherwise brazenness and tucks it into her book bag.]

In the meanwhile, I think Emile can keep you entertained with maps if you're so inclined to look at them.

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[So she has first-hand experience? Interesting. Maybe there's a connection, then, between powerful witches and otherworldly entities that like to toy with mortals.

But he sets that thought aside for now.

Taka rolls up his poofy sleeves. And then... he leans in and, now with both hands free, shuffles a bunch of food into his palms. Crackers, meats, cheeses, pieces of fruit. Wahoo!]

After food! My stomach's better now, and it's left me with a giant appetite in its wake.

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[Unexpectedly (or not) she swats his hands in a way that is not unlike a fussy motherly figure scolding a child.]

Slow down! The food isn't going anywhere unless I make it grow legs.

[Or any other number of ways. Magic!]

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[GASP how dare she!! Taka brings what food he's managed to salvage close to his chest, like slices of cheese are precious baby birds he must protect.]

Hey! I'm your guest! You're supposed to let me eat as much as I want, and fuss about serving me more if I finish it all then, too! You could learn a thing or two from Miss Lucinda.

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And you're supposed to have manners! [Even Ai Thao, big eater as she is, is much more polite and has great table manners.]

You're also making a mess! Emile worked hard to arrange the board so the least you can do is eat properly!

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[Table manners? What are those when you've spent much of your lifetime wandering from place to place, scrounging up what you can? It's not like he visited a lot of fancy establishments on purpose.

He clicks his tongue.]

You're not my mother!

[hilariously this is one thing his family always chided him about too]

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I'm old enough to be your elder.

[So there??? She takes the board away as if protecting the rest of the food stuffs.]

You don't get any more since your hands are full.

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[OLD STUFFY GRANDMA!!!!

Stubbornly, Taka stuffs all of the food in his mouth, cheeks puffing. Then he holds out his palms. See? Hands not full.]

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[With one hand, Amelia reaches over to flick his forehead.]

1/2

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[Ow??? (Not really.) Taka makes a show of slumping back against his chair again. Chews chews chews and finally swallows.]

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[Eh, suddenly loses his irritation — which probably means it was never sincere to start.]

Mr Emile can bring the maps out here, so I can look them over while eating.

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[Disgusted noise? Disgusted noise. Emile comes out of the house with several rolled parchments beaming happily at the two adults(?).]

"I'm back! I found so many maps and I couldn't pick just one!"

[Amelia sighs and pats Emile on the head with her other had.]

Have fun. I think you'll be picked up later.

[The witch takes her book bag and before she goes into the house...]

Mr. Ambulara? Have you been on a motorcycle yet?

[you know just asking in case someone picks him up on one...........]

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[Ohhhhh SO many maps! He can’t wait — his nerdy academic side is threatening to creep out-

Wait, what?]

Motorcycle…

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Agh, wait, you mean those growling bicycles that go faster than the cars?!

[He probably saw one or two on the way here.]

You better not be trying to imply that I’m going to ride on one of those!

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[Amelia glances to the side. Thinks.]

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[LEAVES.]

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[;ajsf;ja,] Hey! Hey! Don't just walk away-

[She's gone.]