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Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.

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cross_and_bow

There's the crypt! Combat practice time. Juliet ramps up to two-minute sequences, bolstered by all her new blessings, but sometimes they don't last that long due to repeated enactments of Sherlock, Meet Wall, or sometimes Sherlock, Meet Floor With The Slayer Sitting On You Bending Your Arms In Ways They Are Not Supposed To Bend.

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dark_light

Amariah has nothing to contribute tonight; she works on movement-based spells, dancing around experimentally in another section of the crypt.

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eversomuchfun

It is all great fun.

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dark_light

The next day, Amariah brings her "groceries" to school with Juliet, and after school they go to Mr. Giles's house - the modification Amariah invented to the notice-me-not applies to him as well as to Sherlock. She casts blessings and a slightly different combination of less compatible charms and, after he accepts with great trepidation, a line of protective tattoos on his previously unmarked arm.

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pythbox

It helps that he's seen her cast quite a lot by then. Her magic and the magic of this world are fundamentally unalike.

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dark_light

"You're all set," says Amariah. "Don't be reckless with these. They'd help if you got hit by a car or something, but you shouldn't go lie on the railroad tracks."

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cross_and_bow

"I shouldn't? Gosh, thanks for warning me," says Juliet.

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pythbox

"Thank you," says Giles. "And I have no intention of putting myself in harm's way just because it's now slightly less likely to run me over."

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dark_light

"- Something just occurred to me," says Amariah. "On my world, you'd want those tattoos visible, because people are less likely to attack someone a witch has decided to protect, and because a lot of people, even humans, are magically sensitive enough to tell they're there even if they're not in a visible location. But here, those advantages don't really exist. I can hide them, if you want. Though I personally think the bayleaf one and the sun-shaped one are both very decorative."

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pythbox

"...I'm not sure."

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cross_and_bow

"Can you hide mine? I wasn't really getting them for cosmetic reasons. ...I don't have to take my shirt off, do I?"

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dark_light

"Nah, although the -" She addresses her cornucopia. "White vinegar and honey!" - she speaks normally again - "will need to soak through your shirt if you're going to leave it on. They'll disappear after, though, so you don't have to worry about laundry and Mr. Giles should not complain if you lie down on his carpet."

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cross_and_bow

Juliet lies down on his carpet. "Does this part hurt too?"

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dark_light

"Nope," says Amariah, pouring the vinegar and then the honey across Juliet's shoulders. "Hide my marks / conceal them all / make unseen / all my workings," she intones. The liquids vanish.

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pythbox

"...Could you hide everything after the bayleaf?" asks Mr. Giles.

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dark_light

"If I edit the verse. You like the bayleaf?"

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pythbox

"I do," he says, twisting his arm forward to look at it.

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dark_light

"Sure." She has honey and vinegar left. She pours over all the tattoos apart from the bayleaf, and contemplates adjustments, and finally says, "Hide four marks / conceal these four / make unseen / non-leaf workings."

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pythbox

And there they go.

"Your form of magic really is a lot more convenient than ours," he remarks.

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dark_light

"No kidding. I'd share if I could, but not even my boyfriend's daemon, who can turn into a witch well enough to fly a cloud-pine and feel celestial light, can get out so much as a pure verse spell," says Amariah apologetically.