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[mogget_cat]

Yrael is lounging on his favorite couch, a thick, leather-bound book open on his lap. He's not even half paying attention to it, however, as he draws a long sequence of Charter Marks into the air before him. Each burns with bright fire for a moment before fading to hang unseen in the air, which grows thick with the concentrated magic of the spell

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[killitwith_fire]

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

The voice that goes with the leather-clad elbows on the back of the couch is atypically sober.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael can only nod, his muttering not stopping. So many of the Marks he's having to make need their names spoken, many more than need themselves drawn. His fingers only pick up about a third of the Marks that are congregating, hovering.

It's going well so far. It's just the making of the physical, which after so much study is relatively simple to make. He's not going into the emotional, the spiritual, the connection aspects just yet. Those will take much more concentration than even what he's giving it, now.

[killitwith_fire]

Axel remains silent then, just watching for a while.

[mogget_cat]

A few minutes later, Yrael calls aloud a Master Mark, one to hold all of those that came before together in their pattern, to solidify their existence and make them meld...

What falls into his hands is unmistakably a heart, though without emotion or connection, or a body to sustain it, it soon unravels and dissolves back into the firmament.

[killitwith_fire]

There.

Is.

Staring.

[mogget_cat]

There is a friendly smile, a little lopsided.

"Hey, Axel."

[killitwith_fire]

"Hey, Yrael."

He grins back.

[mogget_cat]

"How goes the night?" He takes out his notebook, full of symbols written in a strange shorthand style, with little lines connecting them all. There are pages and pages of them, written tiny.

[killitwith_fire]

"Same as always," Axel replies with a shrug. He shamelessly peers over Yrael's shoulder, at the notebook.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael jots down a few more symbols, joining them with more little lines to the massive whole.

He glances at Axel, "Thinking of trying your hand at it?"

[killitwith_fire]

He blinks.

"...Do you think I could?"

The thought has, honestly, never even occured to him.

[mogget_cat]

Without ceremony, Yrael reaches up to poke Axel firmly in the forehead, just above his eyebrows.

Nothing happens, which is what Yrael expected.

"Not really," he says, relenting. "The Charter's something that everyone's connected to, but only those who have been baptized into it, or are made servants of it," his voice gets a bit dry on that word, servants, "are connected closely enough to manipulate it."

"There's only one person here, I hope," he adds, looking around, "who has the Mark. She wouldn't know how to use it, wouldn't have cause, and I'm not teaching her."

[killitwith_fire]

Axel blinks, and rubs his forehead.

"Well, that's about what I expected," he says. "It's still interesting."

Pause.

"...Who'd that be?"

Is it someone I need to be wary of? goes unspoken.

[mogget_cat]

"Edielweiss," he says, smiling. "When she was only a few days old, she was so small and weak that Svava worried that she wouldn't survive. So, I baptized her in the Charter. A connection to something that extensive does wonders to strengthen a life."

It's why lesser Free Magic creatures prefer to feed on the life's blood of Charter Mages. It gives them that much more power.

"If I am lucky, she is the only one with the Mark here."

[killitwith_fire]

"Is that something to do with--" And his finger describes a small circle in the air, just in Yrael's line of sight, and out of that of most of the bar.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael nods.

"A bit, yes," he says, then stretches, arching his back in a too-flexible-for-a-human movement. "Though, due to the nature of Milliways, it also doesn't."

"She came in from before she got the ring."