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...that's not Sadde's apartment. He's pretty certain his apartment should not have all those tables and a counter and—he's pretty certain his apartment shouldn't be a bar. He has perfect memory, he'd know. Which has several implications, but the most interesting one is "Cool there's a bar where my apartment used to be!" so he walks in, walking at human speed towards the bar. He takes a seat, just for appearances' sake, and then there's a napkin: "Welcome to Milliways! I'm the bar, I can take requests and I talk via napkin. Your first drink is free. Female pronouns, please." "...this is the coolest thing. Do you answer questions or just take orders?" "I can answer questions." And of course an entirely predictable string of those succeeds. This is probably the state one will find the oddly pale man for the next while.
"Can I cast a spell to see your magic? I might be able to help, we've already speculated that sense dulling potions might help with turning into a vampire. I might be able to help with your magic somehow?"
"It won't do anything except tell me about your magic, I promise."
"Because, not to put too fine a point on it, you two seem nice and all but I don't know if I should actually show you the source of my powers."
"Oh. Well. I see what you mean. You've seen my wand, it's not the source of my powers, but I'm pretty helpless without it, I guess," she offers. "But I mean well, and he definitely does, you've read about vampires."
Flora shivers. "Now I really want to know why that is, and whether I can fix it. But it is very, very up to you, I won't do anything at all without consent." She shivers again. "Sadde, can I cast on you, just to see how it works on offworlders?"
She casts, bringing her wand around Sadde and then herself.
His body radiates strength, speed and durability, almost like a magical creature or a non-human sapient species with those qualities, but different, alien. It also projects a quality of "This is not a thing that gets sick or ages". His mind has a comparable quality. There is a metaphorical rope, flitting around, looking for a compatible rope to attach to, or a compatible absence of it to wrap around. There is a- a slot, which contains magic. The magic is connected to life itself, and looks able to generate life and living things, and also looks like it can change its user.
"It's really different, but definitely decipherable, with lots of staring and me looking back over my notes on the subject. I got about half of the things it told me, which is decent. I think I can figure most of it out if I have the notes."
"I definitely saw your strength, speed and durability. I saw some kind of metaphorical rope which was searching for something, from context I think that's the mate bond. And, there's, a slot which contains life-oriented magic, which is probably your biokinesis. If I didn't already know about these things it would have taken me a lot longer to figure them out, though."
"I'd like to get my notes first. Sadde, if I hold the door, could you please fetch them? They're in the cupboard at the bed with pink pillows, you'll have to go around and through the bathroom, they're in the top drawer." She holds the door open.
Well, Sadde's gonna have to interrogate Willow!
"So, what can you tell me about your magic?"
"Magical fighting skills, general-purpose healing, agility and strength, I can see and fight witches, some miscellaneous minor magic like short-range teekay, um, that's it."
"That seems... really strongly geared towards fighting those witches. Is that all your magic can do?"