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[stillshrill]

All right. Who besides me has got some echo or memory of doing magic? Real magic, not Houdini stage stuff.

And if you do ... how do you remember people around you taking it? Were you prized for it? Was it just another job, nothing remarkable? Or were you persecuted?

And to what extent, if you were. Minor inconvenience? or Puritan outrage. [ He forces a dry chuckle that doesn't reach his eyes. ] Never again the Burning Times, as they say.

Oh! And what did you use to wear when you were doing magic? Did you use equipment you weren't born with?

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[stillshrill]

[ Anders reminds himself once more that these are not special effects he's seeing. It's one thing to know, rationally and on an intellectual level, that all this stuff is not staged by Improv Everywhere. It's another thing to trust that knowledge on a gut level. Right. OK. Talking to a zombie. ]

Were there any visual markers of the spell casting process? Lights, sounds, smells?

[scramasax]

Uh - mmh, there were s -

[Pauses, organizes thoughts - he's only had the vision for more than half of a year now, he knows how to describe it.]

...There were sigils, on the ground, glowing blue. And a -- voice reading an incantation, of the - names of the sigils. -- I - I learned um. One of the names of the sigils itself, separately - and - I obtained a physical one.

It -- [Gets the sense of his continuation out with a fidgety shake of his head.] - isn't the one that I know the name of - though.

[stillshrill]

((ooc: I'm not neglecting this tag - rather, it opened an interesting echo possibility for me! ))

[scramasax]

((OOC: Ahh, no worries and glad it could have something wrung out of it! Thanks kindly for the note even so~!))