recolle | open | march is the month we spring ahead in

WHO: Elizabeth & you
WHERE: A variety of places
WHEN: Throughout the month
WHAT: It's an open log... and catch-all. An all-purpose post.
WARNINGS: None, will add if necessary

0. magic noises

[ Her ability to teleport is a very recent development.

...Coming, naturally, after the month where it would have been the most useful. This is becoming a trend. Not that it would have mattered very much, seeing as—through a little, ah, testing—she can't teleport outside of the city quite yet...

Practicing this is a very important thing though—and she is at least taking some manner of care in who sees her doing it. Mostly because summoning a magic circle from her grimoire is a little strange and alarming, and suddenly stepping out from one is also... strange and alarming. Not that all ever goes as planned: given her newness at this, and how it isn't exactly as intuitive as handling Personas are, she's bound to make a few mistakes. Whether that's suddenly dropping into a fountain, getting stuck on a roof, or interrupting some study time by appearing out of almost nothing... just to name a few interesting situations.

Really, feel free to be anywhere, anytime for this; I'll write to match. ]

i. this girl is on fire

[ The other thing she's found her book can do is... summon a new Persona. Surt isn't one she's actually very familiar with, so there's two options here:

Catch her studying Norse mythology in the library, with her grimoire opened to Surt's page. It's important to note that Surt and Surtr don't look alike... at all......

OR

Catch her... at the beach, experimentally summoning him from her book and studying it for a moment before... lighting herself on fire.

........she's fine, this is more alarming than it actually looks. Surt absorbs fire. It's cool. Don't even worry about it. ]

ii. ghost adventures

[ One last and final thing she's gotten back recently: a sense for the spiritual. She can be found snooping around the forest, the shrine, and spots that boast some sort of haunted legacy as a result, like graveyards, abandoned places, Leviathan's Claw since she keeps buying "possessed items" from it... At pretty much any time of the day.

Particularly at night though (accompanied by Jack Frost), since spooks are supposed to be out and about then. The fact she doesn't really need sleep anymore is great for ghost-hunting. ...The fact the city is latently full of ghosts does not, but at least it's always fun to point it out to people.

Additionally, there's a post for PC-related spiritual things here; if you wouldn't mind filling it out if you think it might apply to you, it'd be much appreciated. ]

iii. wildcard

[ Nothing catching your interest/we already have plans/you want her in the Velvet Room/maybe at work at Sweet Stems/whatever? Go ahead and throw me anything, I'll roll with it! You can also catch me over on plurk at flaired, or on Discord at Bella#4429; I'm quicker to reply to pings though, as a heads up. ]

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[Amelia deliberates this, tapping her manicured nails against the book.

With a quiet but long-suffering sigh, she answers:]

I suppose. Don't touch anything.

[She was being generous today! Not calling security, or anything.

Still, she frowns again, squinting her eyes at Elizabeth. The older woman even turned to face her, still staring in intent confusion.

That was not Elizabeth, that...armored knight she just saw. Certainly not. And yet that circle was the same--if golden, rather than blue.]

[ Oh, thank goodness... Elizabeth gives her another small curtsy. ]

Thank you for your hospitality, Miss... [ ... ] Are you alright?

Mrs. Wagner. [Amelia was very forthcoming with her name, at least.] I saw something, that is all.

[She also spotted something on the mantlepiece. With a frown, the older woman swept over to it, readjusting a plaque slightly. It seemed a bit askew, at least to Amelia.]

I suppose you weren't a knight in your past life, were you?

[ She can't help but follow the motion—what a stunning plaque. Dragon...! It's not her place to press about seeing things (not with her friends, not with strangers; she stays a respectful distance most of the time with regards to Retrospec things), but she gives a small nod anyway. ]

A pleasure, Mrs. Wagner; you may simply call me Elizabeth... and as for being a knight, not at all. I was... an elevator attendant, of a kind. Rather, that was my role and job, though I could do much more than that... [ . . . ] It was quite unorthodox.

[The older woman paused mid-adjustment, looking back at Elizabeth more than a bit incredulously.]

An elevator attendant who warps places.

[you missed the TARDIS by a few]

[ Look. ]

Yes. I'm aware. [ ... ] Teleportation is not the only trick up my sleeve, but I'm afraid it makes even less sense with my job being "elevator attendant".

[Amelia kept her gaze level without so much as a blink, and then turned back to the plaque. There was an odd bit of sand on it.]

I suppose it makes as much sense as dragons do.

[ ...Dragons... ]

Not to pry, but do your memories involve such things? I have a few friends who... have dragons, so I'm a little familiar with them.

Yes.

[A pause, for suitably dramatic effect.]

I am one, on occasion.

[Amelia knew one person who had at least two(?) dragons with her, but she didn't know it was such a group activity.]

A dragon, or a friend of them?

[ ...Either is worth the dramatic pause

but being a dragon would be much cooler. ]

The first. I become one when I wish. It is...what I am, I suppose.

[Amelia brushed a bit of dust away from the heraldic dragon's crest.]

I'd demonstrate, but this ceiling is too low.

[It was a penthouse, but it wasn't built with twenty foot dragons in mind.]

[ ... ]

Mrs. Wagner, you're now officially the coolest adult I know. [ She can turn into a dragon. ] Demonstration or not... I won't pressure you into one, but if you'd like to show off a bit, I could take you with me the next time I jump. The woods are easy to remember the location of and there's hardly anyone ever there.

[...hm.

On one hand, Amelia had no idea who the fuck this was, and she was a little wary of teleportation yet.

On the other, that was a bit flattering. And now that Amelia had...sort of the hang of transforming, she wasn't about to decline the chance to show off.

There was a little quirk of amusement in her face at the forest suggestion, too; that was just where she had been, for largely the same purpose. It was quite popular lately.]

Perhaps. I am not yet dressed for the occasion.

[As otherwise unbothered by trampling about in less-than-civilized places, she wasn't about to go to the woods in a dressing gown. And away she swept! Leaving her book on a table only occupied by a single orchid. Besides the plaque, which was slightly mismatched with its modern but opulent surroundings, there was a collection of what seemed to be Heckbusters DVDs on a bookshelf. They certainly didn't fit with the more serious and esoteric titles around them.

Amelia was out of the room, she probably wouldn't notice if Elizabeth touched things now.]

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