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Bella has now read everything that has been written on the neutral demon species known as the Sessiaki. It's not much - it's never much - but she now has a general low-confidence picture of them and will probably be able to talk to one civilly without making them want to slap her. She's already juiced up her teleportation to take her to demon dimensions and back, but the Sessiaki supposedly have enough of a pattern of integration that there could easily be one visiting the earth at this time. She tried her crystal ball, but all it showed her was a couple of apparent siblings talking about nothing in particular, laughing.
After school (she's phoning it in at this point, but to placate Charlie's wish to "not have one of those children who just never shows up to school again one day", she is still showing up to take classes as honestly as she can with perfect recall and all the subjects pentagoned) she wishes up a globe sort of like Stella's, only it's small enough to keep in her bedroom (she can zoom in) and it shows demons and local magic instead of ingots and coins, and she can narrow down the pins from many kinds of demons to just one. Where might she find a Sessiaki here on Earth, pray tell, magic globe?
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Bella thinks while she snuggles. And then she summons a stack of notebooks from her old stash. It's quite a few.
"These are the ones I brought to school - and therefore ran a moderate risk of having stolen - plus some older ones I kept home," she murmurs into his shoulder, "that aren't so - fresh, but are still pretty representative of how it worked. To start with." As an afterthought, she wishes restrictions onto them so they'll blur into illegibility if anyone but her or Sherlock tries to look at them, including Jarvis's cameras. "It's all in note-to-self format so if something doesn't make a lick of sense and you want it to you can ask me."
"These are the ones I brought to school - and therefore ran a moderate risk of having stolen - plus some older ones I kept home," she murmurs into his shoulder, "that aren't so - fresh, but are still pretty representative of how it worked. To start with." As an afterthought, she wishes restrictions onto them so they'll blur into illegibility if anyone but her or Sherlock tries to look at them, including Jarvis's cameras. "It's all in note-to-self format so if something doesn't make a lick of sense and you want it to you can ask me."
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