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[melodramagic]

[ Some might remember the last time they saw Sabrina she was living in the empty Spellman Mortuary, but the view on the screen today reveals she's returned to her assigned government housing in Maurtia Falls #001. Not that she had wanted to leave her "home", but with it disappearing altogether on her there was very little choice in the matter.

Her expression is contemplative, a low hum can be heard before she speaks. ]

For those of you that come from worlds where you were born with magic— uh, or I guess were given magic powers here...? [ She shakes her head, staring off to the side as her train of thought is derailed. ] Sorry, what I just want to ask is if there's anyone who would be willing to help me hone my own magic?

[ She's had quite a bit to think about since the Diomuhr fiasco. Sorry for nearly getting some people killed. ]

I'm wondering if there's anyone whose magic is primarily based on incantations and is adept at conjurations, too. Since my arrival I've learned that there are so many kinds of magic, something I honestly didn't know much about back home. I'm hoping I could practice alongside someone whose magic is similar to mine.

[ While Sabrina's opened up more about her witch powers, she's never made a public announcement like this before. It's almost surreal. ]

So if there are other witches, that would be helpful, but it doesn't necessarily have to be a witch. Seems like magic comes in all shapes and forms across the universes and still operates similarly in some places.

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[youresovein]

A horror story! I'd have gone out of my wits if I'd seen something like that.

[ he can say that easily, because it didn't happen to him. ]

The main thing we have is overzealous human beings who claim to speak on God's behalf. It's always been that way, as far as I know. [ he shrugs nonchalantly. ] I believe in the existence of spirits, though I doubt anyone truly understands their nature, even the witches and mediums and television psychics that claim to speak with them. I ought to clarify: I don't mean ghosts, though I suspect they are responsible for what people think of as phantoms and apparitions, and surely for our concept of demons. I mean spirits, intangible and intelligent and unconcerned with human notions of good and evil. If there is a world outside the physical, I suspect it's theirs, not Heaven or Hell.

[melodramagic]

You don't find it's a bit odd to pick and choose what's real and what's not? If spirits exist, surely gods or demons must.

[ Or Lestat's world is the rare exception. ]

Spirits should exist on an astral plane, if it's similar to my world. That's where they can exist, while also traveling between the realm of the living and dead.

[youresovein]

Does one necessarily follow the other? [ lestat taps his chin. his tone is strangely sincere, as though he's actually hoping for a real answer. ] I'm sure there are other forms of intelligence, but I don't see how their existence provides evidence for Heaven or Hell or what happens to us after we die. The chaos is easy to believe, but I've never seen proof of the order.

I envy your certainty, in a way, though I suppose it's easy to be certain when you've met the man himself. Have you always believed in all these things you're telling me?

[melodramagic]

I'm not sure there's a Heaven, but Hell is real in my world.

[ She hasn't been and assumes she won't... but kids these days, man. ]

Well, yes. I mean, I don't necessarily believe in the Dark Lord in that I follow him religiously, but I know he exists. We witches are raised to understand these things from a young age.

[youresovein]

Does everyone in your world know all this? Or is it a well-kept witchy secret?

[melodramagic]

It's a secret. Mortals aren't supposed to know.

[youresovein]

[ intrigued. ]

You don't consider yourself mortal? That's one I haven't heard.

[melodramagic]

No, I'm very much still mortal, just half. My father was a warlock.

[youresovein]

How can one be half-mortal? I didn't think it was a matter of degrees.

[melodramagic]

My mother was a mortal, hence the half.

[ Little does Sabrina know... ]

[youresovein]

I see, so it's by heritage! I've never heard of anything quite like that— does it grant you longer life, or is it more like being half-Italian? Ah, but forgive my endless questions— you've been kind to indulge me. For my part, I was mortal, and then I wasn't. Rather more like switching on a light.

[melodramagic]

Well...

[ So many questions from Lestat and Cassidy, she's not sure why she didn't expect this. ]

I age the way any other person does. And I'll die when I'm old. I'll live longer if I complete my Dark Baptism.

[ But she refuses to do so. She tries to change the topic then to something he's mentioned, which does make her curious. ]

... you're not mortal. Then what manner of being are you?

[youresovein]

[ note to self: follow up on Dark Baptism. buuuut: ]

Ah! I'm a vampire.

[ he gives what semblance of an old-fashioned bow he can, while holding a phone camera in one hand. ]

I haven't aged a day in two hundred years.

[melodramagic]

Oh!

[ She's not alarmed by that, honestly. ]

Like Cassidy. Are you from his world...?

[youresovein]

[ that gets a light chuckle. ]

That's right, like my friend Cassidy, but from a different world. Things might have turned out rather differently if we'd known each other when we were young. ... Well. Younger.

[melodramagic]

How long have you been a vampire for?

[youresovein]

Two centuries. Strange now to think that I was only mortal for twenty years.

[melodramagic]

[ Pause. ]

... do you miss it?