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[nexmosnonlucror]

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[medicatus]

[ Well now she's entirely curious, and knows better than to straightly ask what is exactly. And so she curtsies and nods, tilting her head a bit to the side. But there is one thing that concerns her, God knows even why. ]

If I do take it - how will I hide it away?

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[And Tom lets the feed click on, though he isn't in sight.]

I can teach you, if you are so able. But I warn you -- the event is still in place.

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[medicatus]

I do not mind.

[ Later she will. A bit. A lot. But for now to swap bodies seem like silly magic tricks and nothing more. ]

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[And this is why Morgana is his favorite.]

Come meet me, then. My home.

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[medicatus]

[ She moves swiftly, since it feels to her like matter of importance. Any further questions are delayed. It will not take long for him to see a tall cloaked woman approaching. She counts on the vibes of her magic to be enough for a knock on a door. ]

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[The door opens of its own accord, but Tom is not in sight. He is down below, in the basement -- but there are tiny globes of light on the floor, to lead the way.

The closer she gets, the more the magic is felt.]

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[medicatus]

[ Perhaps it all brings a smirk to her lips. Ever the mystery, he was. And so she leaves her cloak behind and follows. He knows she is here, of that she is sure. ]

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[Tom himself is in a secluded room -- but when Morgana grows closer, there is a solid wall of magic, invisible to the eye, but impossible to miss. He glances up immediately as she draws near, waving a hand dismissively, and Morgana is allowed to pass through the curtain.

He is wearing a white button down shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, and he looks tired, but his eyes are bright with something.

And, most importantly, in the center of it all, levitating perfectly in mid-air, is a vial full of a brilliant white glow.

An angel's Grace.]

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[medicatus]

[ She walks without stopping or flinching, feeling the magic move around her, allowing her entrance as she moves to stand besides him, eyes fixed on the item. ]

What am I looking at?

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[nexmosnonlucror]

The Grace of the angel Castiel.

[Tom glances at her, with the tiniest twitch of a smile.]

Raphael decided to stray too close to me for the event. I took advantage of her stupidity.

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[medicatus]

So unfortunate for her, a terribly pity.

[ she cares nothing for the angels. ]

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[nexmosnonlucror]

A terrible pity.

[Mildly, and Tom extends a hand toward Morgana, with half a smirk.]

Come look at it. It's power in its most base form.

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[medicatus]

[ She lifts an eyebrow before taking it and stepping forward, heels clicking against the floor. ]

Are they entirely powerless without it?

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[nexmosnonlucror]

[He takes it only to lead her forward slightly, stopping her with a gentle tug to avoid her getting too close. Magic is a dangerous thing, after all, and Tom has used quite a lot of it in order to keep the Grace protected and hidden. Safe out of harm's reach.]

They become normal mortal human beings.

[Tom looks vaguely entertained, at the thought.]

From gods to ants.

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[medicatus]

[ Well this is fitting. ]

A lesson in humility.

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[nexmosnonlucror]

I thought so. They, unfortunately, don't agree.

[He frowns slightly before letting go of Morgana's hand, to slide them both into his pockets, watching the vial with a large amount of interest.]

They are going to come to kill me soon for taking it.