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Pelagion lounged on a bench on the school grounds, gazing ponderously at the sky.He wasn't thinking of anything in particular, he simply... was. It was a nice day in Halloween, and he was comfortable here, existing, on his own time. Sure he was probably supposed to be somewhere, doing something, but what did that matter to Pelagion? He was bothering nobody on this bench, and nobody, for now, was bothering him... He stretched, relaxing, and closed his eyes...

Pelagion finished stretching languidly and, aware that someone had sat down next to him, opened his eyes. He took in the armor, the familiar (because even he could tell that wasn't a mini) and the sketchbook. She was a reaper – okay. What he was really paying attention to, however, was her very volumptuous mane of hair, bouncing in curls.

“Hey.” he greeted, blinking his yellow eyes at her, “Nice hair.” he said it, of course, with a completely straight face and he meant it – it was really amazingly lovely hair. And such a color, too!

“You should be fond of it.” Pelagion agreed, appreciatively. He wasn't sure about napping in it, but if that was what her insect familiar wanted to do, then Pel wasn't going to argue with him. It. He ran his hand through his own white hair. “Yeah, it is.” he said, pleased, “It's my natural color. Got it from my Mum. My skin, too.” He tapped his hand against his face and, with a little concentration, created an illusion that flipped the colors of his hair and skin – well, the skin that was visible, anyway. Illusions only worked with what could be seen, which made this particular illusion a little easier. “Doesn't look nearly so good.” he said, giving her a smile, “When it's black on white, and not white on black...” He dispelled the illusion, returning to his normal colors...

“Um...” Pelagion hesitated. Sometimes, he had to double check, especially when he was using his illusions a lot. Sometimes, they did things they weren't supposed to, or lingered even after they were dispelled... tricky little things. “Yeah. Natural colors.” he said. The non-human shades and pointy ears were sort of odd for a reaper, certainly, but that was a mixture of fun pumpkin patch fear mingling from his parents and some of his magic... heh. Okay, so it was a little illusion magic... but not really much. “Guess I'm lucky.” he said, smiling mildly. “My mum, she looks a little more...” he cast the illusion again, but this time the hollows of his cheeks and the bones of his face were more accented, he had a blue, icy tint to his skin, the hair was a little more wild, and the eyes were pits instead of their usual gleaming yellow. Just for kicks, he managed to get a little frosty, misty action going, too, a few wisps appearing to drift out of his eye sockets. It was, though, a very complicated illusion, so full of multiple parts that he could only hold it for a few seconds before he had to dispell it. He felt a little drained as he let the magic dissipate, and as he checked himself again for any lingering illusions, he felt – smugly – proud – he'd gone a little bigger, a little longer, a little better than before.

Hey.

Maybe school was good for something after all.

“Cept, you know, she's also a horse.” he explained, matter-of-factly.

Pel was, admittedly, pleased that she liked his powers. Honestly, they weren't that much, not yet. “Sure, it's pretty neat.” he agreed. Being able to mess with one's appearance saved a lot of time and effort, and it was pretty fun besides.

He nodded, understandingly and looked over her approvingly, for the moment, with an artist's eye – something he didn't indulge as often as he might have liked.

She certainly was aesthetically beautiful, with a great skin and hair tone, not to mention bright and clear eyes. Good bone structure, proportions, and very snazzy armor, too.

Hmmm... Maybe she could do well with a different color or style of hair or eyes, just for variety and for special occasions, but she certainly didn't really need to change anything, and was clearly happy with her colorful appearance. He could appreciate that.

Not that he could really test a magical change in her appearance. “Not yet.” he replied. “To effect it, I've got to be holding it, its got to be on me, or it has to be... me. And then it's not permanent.” As she had obviously seen. “One of these days, though, I probably will, though”

Amityville turned out lots of skilled... everything. Amityville was just prestigious that way. Pelagion didn't like it but, as he stayed here, he grudgingly admitted that there was probably something to it...

“Potions, huh.” said Pelagion thoughtfully, “That's a handy skill to have.” he commented after a moment, “Can do lots of things with them – all kinds...” He nodded – he was sure she had learned many new things here, and he actually did want to hear them, maybe, but first... Those potions.

“So, your potions... make any hair related ones? Like... not hair growth...” that was for scarelings, “But, uh, shampoos, conditioners, treatments, mini grooming... things like that?”

Pelagion nodded. “Theres got to be.” he said, somewhat emphatically. Hair and fur was important – there needed to be magically enhanced treatments for them. “And if there aren't...” Pelagion considered his offer carefully, “You wanna try to make some up?” It was an offer of time as much as a question.

Pelagion managed a smile – her enthusiasm was infectious. Heck, he was enthusiastic. “Yeah, maybe the library... Or, uh, the library in town more likely will have it. Even some simple stuff – just to get a sense of some basic working combinations, right?” His eyes followed her hands idly - “Yeah. As needed. I can pick up whatever at the maul, if we need it – they've got some massive potion stores there” he said, thoughtfully. Though, obviously, a garden would have fresher ingredients.

“Yeah.” he agreed, nodding along as she talked, That was an interesting thought – mixing illusion magic into the mix. Now how would he manage that? Or combining, for that matter... Eh, he'd figure it out. “Yeah. Sounds like we have a plan, or something like one” he said, offering a hand out to shake – that was what one did when starting a partnership, right? “So, you do potions. Are you a witch or something?” Somehow, that didn't seem likely – most straight up witches he knew of had something feline for a familiar, not a mantis, and they weren't so... planty. “Or a, uh, shaman?”