Scene #2347:

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Ainsley	It's the middle of the afternoon where Ainsley lives, and the lizard girl is currently hiding inside of her study. She has a pair of walkie-talkies on her desk in front of her, and she's carefully written down the radio frequencies and the mathematics surrounding the transmission of them on a notepad nearby. She doesn't seem to be doing anything with them, she's just sitting there in her chair. Inga and Jimmy would arrive to a note on the front door that says, 'I'm upstairs, the study door is open.' And it is! When they arrive, they arrive to a plate of cookies sitting on a coffee table in front of the couch, as well as some tea in a large pitcher. Ainsley would never invite anyone to her home these days without preparing snacks first!! The lizard woman keeps fidgeting in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but finds that difficult when she is a full foot shorter and everything that requires adjustment in consideration of that, from the height of her swiveling seat to the distance of drawers in her desk and their contents, just feels too different to be comfortable for now.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga arrives on time, which she generally does when she actually knows where she is going. She is terribly at following directions, but once she has been to a place she generally remembers how to get there. As promised, she has brought a snack. It's fairly obviously a cake by the container she carries it in, a heavy duty tupperware contraption with a handle. The wisewoman is dressed in a new dress a little different from her usual style, an ankle length a-line with a bit of white lace and a peter pan style collar and sheer, drapey sleeves. She still has her belt and pouch though. She can't be bothered with a 'purse'. She needs one hand free and one for her staff. Upon arriving, she finds a note, sighs quietly, and squints at it for a while, trying to see if she can puzzle out what it says..
Jimmy Wen	There's the distinctive whump of a car door closing. Jimmy steps out of the Bel-Air and stretches his arms, stifling a yawn. Out of habit, he opens the hood to see if his mojo screwed anything up. With a car this old, it's not really an issue, but it never hurts to check when there /aren't/ flesh eating goblins two blocks away. Satisfied that the hexing effect has left his car unmolested, he steps up to join Inga at the doorstep. "Hey there, Inga," says Jimmy. The wise woman is reflected twice in his mirrored aviators, as is the note she's reading. "Whatcha got there?" He steps a little closer. "'I'm upstairs, the study door is open.' Huh." With that, the wizard opens the front door, unconcerned. He's been invited in, after all! "Need some help with that?" He asks as he strides in, nodding towards Inga's snack.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga turns as she hears the car's approach, watching Jimmy for a moment as he checks under the hood with a slightly raised brow, then smiles as he approached. "Good day, Jimmy," she says. He used her name, pretty much permission to be less formal. She lets him read the note, understanding dawning. Did Ainsley forget she couldn't read yet, again!? "Ah, I've brought a cake," she explains, then would gratefully hand it off to him so that she can go up the bloody stairs. Staff in one hand, holding onto the rail with the other, Inga begins the slow journey. She can do it, but it is slow and awkward and she will grumble about needing some of that floating magic Faruja seems to proficient with.
Jimmy Wen	Jimmy takes the cake and tucks it under his arm, filing in behind Inga as she ascends the stairs. He doesn't bring the difficulty up, or offer assistance. He just takes it one step at a time, like her, until they're at the top of the staircase. The wizard doesn't really know where the study is, so he just tries a door at random. As it so happens, it does look like he's found /a/ study, but is it the right one? From what he remembers, Ainsley was taller. The girl sitting here was at Tony's party. "Oh, hey," he says. "Uh, we're looking for Ainsley. Sorry to intrude."
Ainsley	Ainsley looks up at Inga and Jimmy when the enter the room. The lizard woman stares at Jimmy, briefly confused by his words. "That's me," she tells Jimmy, with a light smile on her face, patient about the misunderstanding. She points to the couch, as well as the plate of cookies and the tea. "Sit down, relax. Feel free to ask questions or explain at your leisure, I'm not going anywhere today. I... really should see about getting a magical elevator installed," she adds, recalling Inga's trouble with them when she sees the nordic mage. "Very sorry about that."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga gives Jimmy a meaningful glance. Grateful perhaps, that he neither bounds ahead of her or presume to help her without asking. Once in the study, Inga is still a little taken aback. Though she's seen Ainsley since her change, it is taking some getting used to. Inga smiles, snickers a little. "You did not know she had changed?" she asks Jimmy, taking the cake back and setting it off to the side somewhere. "I brought a strawberry cake," she explains to Ainsley, before taking a seat, leaning her staff nearby. Inga waves off Ainsley's apology. "Half the bloody world has stairs you need not apologize, I can manage them," she replies. Not like she needs to worry overly much about falling and breaking her neck... Well, before they badger her with questions or anything, Inga gets some tea.
Jimmy Wen	"Nope, sure didn't." Jimmy sets the cake down wherever there's room. "If I did, I would've quit drinking Stark's booze long enough to come say hi." He grins, leaving his sunglasses on and taking a seat on the couch. The wizard reaches out and grabs a cookie, folding his legs and getting comfortable. "So, first thing's first about your Sight. Can you turn it on and off at will?"
Ainsley	Ainsley displays some warmth and amusement when Inga waves off the apology, not pressing the point if Inga would prefer not to have the special treatment. The lizard girl instead turns her attention over to Jimmy when he sits down, and raises her brows thoughtfully when he cues the context for his question. "Yes. It's instinctual, like flexing a muscle a certain way. Here..." She closes her eyes, and then opens them again, her eyes glowing with Arcane Sight. She directs it down and to the side, away from Inga and Jimmy, since it's rude to direct it at other people without asking them. When she closes and opens her eyes again, her eyes are back to normal. As normal as they can be, at least. "Like that."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga nods, watching Ainsley curiously. "It is just a magical sight, yes? You do not see the wyrd now, do you?" she asks. She'd know that by what she Sees perhaps, but everything around Ainsley is still...in flux it seems. She's told looking at her with magical sight is very...bright. Her and the other Bees.
Jimmy Wen	Jimmy nods, munching on his cookie. When he's finished, he steeples his fingers and leans back in his seat. "Eye contact," he says. "Touchy subject with some people. Dresden avoids it by staring at something else on your face, I guess. I dunno. I do the sunglasses thing. Does making eye contact trigger your Sight like it does ours?"
Ainsley	"No," Ainsley tells Jimmy, "It only seems to trigger when I will it to. If I use it, I... well, here." She picks up one of the walkie-talkies, and presses the button to activate it. It crackles to life. She activates her arcane sight, and focuses on the walkie talkie. There's a strange warping in the air, and her mouth begins to move to form strange, alien words. A faint grey aura radiates from the walkie talkie as long as she holds it and keeps it activated. "This is roughly what I See when I look at this toy when it's on. I can't See mana, directly, and I can't See the whole of a person. It's pretty specific to things that convey information in some way. Like this walkie talkie."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga looks to Jimmy, nodding a bit, the corner of her mouth quirking. "The Soul Gaze is something...different, it seems to me. Quite a thing," she remarks. Inga looks back to Ainsley, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I...see. That's very interesting. Can you sort of...read objects, then? Tell where they have been or...?"
Jimmy Wen	Jimmy nods towards Inga, pouring himself some tea. "It's a hell of a thing," he confirms with a little smile. "Did Dresden tell you about it, or... well." He shrugs, leaving it at that. Best not to intrude there! "How have you been handling it so far?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga shakes her head. "He told me about it, then it happened. Moment of carelessness....and there it is," she commets. A little shudder tickles down her spine at the memory. Indeed, it is a hell of a thing. "That is what I meant when I said I had seen a soul," she tells Ainsley, raising her cup to her lips. "I can understand why you would where those glasses," she adds to Jimmy. "I do not get the...whole of a person like that. But my visions do come on suddenly, without any warning sometimes, and they can be...inconveniently intimate when first meeting a person," she says, lips thinning or a moment. "Indeed, are you accomodating well Ainsley?"
Ainsley	Ainsley deactivates her Sight again and stands from her seat, setting the walkie talkie down and stepping around her desk to sit down on the couch with the others. She retrieves a cookie and chews on it. "I can read a book without opening it," she tells Inga, "And if I use my finger to write in the sand and then clear the message, I can read that there was a message there and that it was erased." She frowns at Jimmy's question. "If I look at the wrong thing at the wrong time, I get hit in the face with an angry acid trip. It will take some practice to determine where my limits are and what I can and cannot see."
Jimmy Wen	"Yeah," says the wizard between sips. "That sounds about right. The key is... if you need to use it, just hit it and quit it. That way if you see something, let's say, ugly, you can back out pretty quick." "That's how it happens," he opines regarding the Soulgaze. "Always by accident."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga nods. "For these things...I was trained. Still, you will see things...things you could never prepare yourself for," she replies to Ainsley, fully knowing the overwhelming horrors you can subject yourself to with the Sight. "That is...intersting. Could be very useful. With work I can try to discern things about objects...but I am much better with people I suppose," she says, thoughtfully eating a cookie. Mmm, cookie. Inga looks to Jimmy, nodding. "If it were me...there might be times I'd just be tempted to get it over with. How inconvenient it must be, not being able to look people in the eye too long," she says, shaking her head. She's sure it would have happened eventually, maybe best they just got it over with!
Ainsley	Ainsley shakes her head slowly at some of their words about the Soul Gaze. She thinks about how that's described, and then tells them, "That's what I did to myself, with the mirror. It didn't grant me the ability to see souls or very deep into other people, but it does let me see... fragments of Names, I believe that's what they are. I've heard Loros mention them once or twice." She pours herself a glass of tea to sip at it. "I can use those to make spells."
Jimmy Wen	Jimmy scoffs at the mention of Loros, gesturing towards Ainsley with his cup. "What're you doing talking to Loros? That guy's Bad News." He shakes his head. "But yeah. Names. The true identity of a person or entity. It's like a... magical social security number. You can do a whole lot if you find out something's /whole/ Name."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga purses her lips, nodding. "You soul gazed yourself....then what happened? You made a choice?" she asks. Most people do not get that. Cannot change themselves like that. At the bit about Names, Inga blinks. "Names? I do not understand," she admits, then looks to Jimmy, eyebrows rising. "Master Loros? He is...Bad News?" she asks. This seems to surprise her.
Ainsley	Ainsley looks at Jimmy for a few beats, caught off-guard by the leap he made. She looks startled. "I've heard him mention them," she repeats, and then elaborates, "I tend not to engage him in extended conversation, for the obvious reasons that likely prompt your displeasure with him. It was over that public radio frequency." She looks over at Inga for a second, and decides to let Jimmy address that. "I can see the Name of that walkie talkie, or at least part of it, and then manipulate it with a spell so it projects light instead of a radio signal," she tells Jimmy, explaining what she did a moment ago.
Jimmy Wen	"He gives me the heebie jeebies," replies Jimmy to Inga. He nods when Ainsley essentially validates his opinion. "A bad feeling. He seems like the kind of guy that asks how instead of why, and I really, really don't like those kinds of people. Sure you /can/ go after that ancient tome bound in human skin. But /should/ you?" "So," he says, speaking to Ainsley. "It seems like you've gotten really good at the subtle stuff. And now, your specialty is information and how it travels? Or am I completely off?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga nods a little, her expression pensive. "Yes, I think I see what you mean," she replies. He'd reminded her a bit...of those followers of Odin. Or of the Old Man himself. But perhaps he is not as wise. "So when you say Name, you mean its sort of....essential essence? And you can alter it?" she asks. Inga is Old School. She doesn't have the same knowledge base as many mages today.
Ainsley	Ainsley nods meaningfully as Jimmy explains the Loros issue to Inga, taking a gravely serious look to her face as well. She then turns her head and smiles at Jimmy, in that absent kind of way that some people do when processing a question that they're not sure how to answer. Her head tilts to the side and she sort of looks through him instead of at him. "I was once a combat mage. When I looked into my own soul, what I found was my Name. My whole True Name, from start to finish, and when I did, it sheared everything off of me that did not belong. The storm magic, the blood magic, according to my Name they weren't really 'Me' but a part of Quetzal identity instead, and so they vanished." Answering Inga there. "What was left in its place was magic that calls on 'Communication.' Speech. Language. Emotion. Words. Radio waves, computer code, electrical signals... Possibly even brain waves, though I balk at the prospect of mind-related spells. That is a dark road to look down." She looks at Inga more directly on this, "I see what something is on an arcane level, like scanning deep into its core, and my sight is only able to focus on the parts that fall within my specific magical alignment."
Jimmy Wen	"Hey, so you're not a combat mage anymore. Guess what? The subtle thing's my thing, too, so you're in good company. Throwing around will is fun and all, but where's the finesse? Where's the pizazz? Work smarter, not harder, I always say." He lifts his cup in a little salute to Ainsley, then finishes the last little bit of his tea. "Mm. Great tea, by the way." He uncrosses his legs and leans forward in his seat. "Your Communication schtick could take you a long way if you use it cleverly. Found any quick wins yet?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga holds her cup of tea, much cooled now, listening as Ainsley explains. Naturally, she is wondering. What isn't me? All of it is me if I choose it to be. Is it really possible, that she could just unlearn these things? "Most roads are dark," Inga remarks quietly, with rather sudden intensity. A moment later, she is smiling again. "Well, I am glad you were able to teach me the lightning first. I would never have considered myself a "combat mage"...but the things we get into, it has become necessary sometimes," she sighs.
Ainsley	"Mmh..." Ainsley nods in agreement with Inga's serious comment. She directs a smile toward Jimmy and shakes her head in answer to his question, but then says, "I may have a few avenues to go down, some ways to use it for the betterment of a lot of people. But for now, and since my abilities changed about three days ago, I'm practicing how to use them again." She pulls her own tail tip over to play with the feathered tuft on the end, and the ribbon tied near it. "What do you do, magic-wise, Jimmy?" she wonders at him.
Jimmy Wen	"Thaumaturgy," replies the wizard. "Creating magical links between objects. It takes time, enough that even the sloppiest, rushed out hack job would take a few minutes. But, in return for that investment, I get a lot of bang for my buck. I summon stuff, I can conjure objects from ectoplasm, I can do the whole info gathering bit, I can hide something from people doing the info gathering bit. Wards, transportation, and, my favorite, crafting potions, foci, and enchanted items. The shades are a Jimmy Wen original," he says with pride. "They gather solar energy slowly over time, and with a special gesture, unleash it all at once."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga has wondered as much herself, and so listens attentively. Some of those words go over her head, but she smiles. "Very good. Seems we share a good many specialties," she comments. "Ah, you did want me to show you the ward I use in Kingsmouth. I do think I can teach it to you, especially as it seems you already have a good knowledge of wards and enchantments," she replies. The glasses get a look. She tilts her head slightly. "How do you mean? Unleash it how?"