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[Action - afternoon POST OFFICE]

[Yes, Marisa had been told by a few people not to go to the post office. Never, ever go to the post office. BUT SHE HAD A PLAN!

Marisa was currently... invisible. Theo had been wonderful, casting the spell on her, and once confirmed, the witch and Rita headed for the post office. The plan was perfect. Rita would head inside, talk to the postman as a distraction, while Marisa used that time (and the open door the other girl provided her) to check out the back area.

It was a scouting mission, really. Marisa didn't have any intention of -taking- anything. So after a quick silence spell on herself (thanks to her recently restored lower magic), they set off to storm the castle. Only it wasn't a castle, but a post office, and less storming and more sneaking.

Yeah, that.]

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[The door to the back room abruptly swings shut, but nobody's there to have closed it. Again, the Postman doesn't appear to notice, despite the loud 'thud' sound it makes.

He chuckles at Rita.] You tell me! You're the one that brought the letter in. Do you want it mailed or not?

[He lifts an eyebrow, leaning forward over the desk a little.] Or are you here for a trade-off?

[OH SHIT.]

...

[ohshitohshitohshit!

Eyes wide, Marisa freezes and stares at the now-closed door. A couple heartbeats later and she bursts into action, grabbing the letter she stepped on along with a couple more, and the most interesting looking package.

If she was going to have to bust out of this place with magic, she was going to get away with something. Letters go in a pocket, package under her arm, she creeps toward the door and tries the knob ever so slowly, hoping the sound of her pounding heart didn't echo through the building.]

[ Wait, why did that door close?

Rita backs up... just a step, but enough to show she was nervous. Was it because of the postman, or was it because of the door?

She was itching to throw a fireball either way. ]

I- No, I don't want a trafe-off! [ Trade-in? Whichever. ] I just want the letter delivered to Estelle!

[When Marisa tries the knob, it won't work. The click it gives indicates it's been bolted somehow.

The Postman's smile remains affixed in place- actually, he hasn't changed expression at all since Rita arrived. It's starting to become unsettling, the way he keeps looking directly at her.]

You sure? I could give you some new spells. [A chuckle.] Anything you want. Your Mystic Artes? Or maybe the Aspion?

[His smile smooths out into something less bright and cheery- something almost... hungry.]

Whaddya say? I don't ask for much in return.

[Marisa can hear the postman. 'Don't do it, Rita' she thinks, wanting to say it but didn't as she clung to the chance that she could get away without breaking the invisibility spell.

Peering at the knob, she knelt down to examine it. A moment later, she put two fingers on the metal about the doorjamb where whatever was bolting it was, and murmured the incantation for an unlocking spell.

Work... work...]

[ This Postman is really getting to Rita. She doesn't want to run away, though-- she wants to blow him up. Or punch him.

She knows, deep down, that it's a bad idea. That's never stopped her before. What does stop her is the fact the plan is still going, and she doesn't want to be the one to ruin it. ~~Get the damned door open, Marisa.~~ ]

I don't have anything I'm willing to give you, creep.

[ She glances down at the desk. Her letter's still on it. ]

Just... can you get this letter to Estelle... Estellise? [ She's trying to change the subject back to her letter. Better than slipping and punching the guy. Or worse, giving up something to get back her Artes. It's almost a tempting offer, and one she'd probably consider, actually, if the guy suggesting it weren't so creepy. ]

Did I touch a nerve? Heh.

[Before Rita can take her letter back, the Postman picks it up. He fans himself with it and appears to give her request some contemplation.] Sure. But between you and me, I think this 'Estelle' is still in Mayfield, eh?

[He winks at her and turns towards the back door.] I'll just go file it away for mailing, then.

[He turns the doorknob and opens the door easily.]

[The door is opening! Yay!

...THE POSTMAN IS OPENING IT?!

omgomgomgomgomgomgomg

BE FAST WITCH!

Staying low to the ground, Marisa tries to scrape past him as quick as she can. If she succeeds? Immediate barrel roll toward Rita.

COME ON, KIRISAME! YOU CAN DO THIS! JUST LIKE GETTING PAST MEILING INTO THE SDM. GO! GO! GO!]

[ Personally, Rita's hoping that Marisa's not right in the doorway so the Postman'll bump into her... ~~Herp derp.~~ But it's not like there's anything she can do.

Other than prepare a fireball if the postman notices something. ]

[The Postman turns slightly, and, for a moment... just a single, fleeting moment... he looks Marisa right in the eyes as she sneaks past him. Or has he? Is it a coincidence?

But then he simply glances away as if nothing has happened, and tucks the letter onto a shelf, carefully closing the door behind him again and returning to the desk.]

It'll go out with the rest of this afternoon's mail. [He folds his fingers together.] Anything else I can help you with?

[Whether he did or not, Marisa's eyes widen with fear at that second, and then she's rolling silently across the floor, not taking any chances lingering and making sure she doesn't drop that package.

Once back on her feet, she heads to the door, tugging lightly on the edge of Rita's skirt as she passes by as a signal to go. The witch wants out of there and out of there NOW.

COME ON, RITA!]

[ Rita has the chant ready on her lips, and she legitimately almost begins casting, but that tug pulls her out of that. She begins to back up.. ]

No. No, that's it.

[ She turns and begins to make her way out, somewhat hurried. She's out of the door, only keeping it open for a moment for Marisa before heading out. No good byes, nothing, she just wants out of there. ]

[The Postman strolls up to the door and stands outside it to watch them go. He lifts his hand with a friendly wave 'goodbye'.]

Don't forget my offer, you hear?

[With that, he'll slip back inside the Post Office.]

[Once outside and the door closed, Marisa will speak. She's still invisible... for now.]

Across the street and around the other building. I got stuff, ze.

[Her voice sounds really shaky.]

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This was crazy, you know that?

[ That's all she says as she follows those instructions, though. ]

[Invisible Marisa replies, still shaky...]

Yes. Yes, it was. I... I think he saw me. I dunno how but I think he saw me.

[Hear the panic starting to build in her voice?]

[ Rita snorts. ] Saw you? Come on, even that creep would have done something if he noticed you. [ Hear that tone in Rita's voice? PSHAH. ]

I know, but he looked right at me.

[And just before rounding the corner, the spell fades and Marisa shimmers back into sight with a package under her arm. Once behind the building, out of sight of the post office, she stops and slides down the wall.

And that's when she notices she's covered in sweat and her hands shake a bit.]

Gods... I'm so freaked out right now. I was trapped. The door closed on me. ON IT'S OWN.

It was a coincidence. [ Not "probably," there was no room for doubt in Rita's words. ] You need to calm down. It makes sense there'd be some sort of magic in that place. [ Even if it is magic without blastia--a concept she's still working to grasp. ]

...yeah. That's gotta be it. I just can't sense magic right now. But I'll get that back eventually... Yeah.

[She sets the package down and pulls the handful of letters out.]

This is what I grabbed. There were all sorts of packages in there and a big bag of letters. Kinda... what you expect from a post office. I was looking for stuff with our names on it or Patchy, Alice and Theo's, but then this damn letter jumped in my way.

[Pointing to the crumpled one]

So I just grabbed what I could. Let's see what we got.

[And of course she's going to open the package, but eventually they'll all get opened. Respecting the privacy of other people's mail? Hell no. This was well-earned loot.]

[The crumpled letter has a piece of paper inside which bears a strange symbol on it- a yellow orb of light. Like other similar packages containing immaterial things like magic, it will absorb itself into Marisa the moment she touches it. She'll be able to sense right away that it's healing magic- and whoever it originally belonged to was certainly powerful, because she'll be able to feel the strength practically begging to be let out again.]

What was that?

[ Rita hasn't seen an immaterial regain. Her own magic came form her blastia, a red core in the gold necklace around her neck. So she's legitimately confused. ]

Woah.

[Marisa blinks as she stares at the orb on the card. Her whole body feels so TINGLY. She's never had more than the bare basic healing magic before.]

Magic. Healing. Pretty potent from the feel of it. This is... Wow. [blink] You open the next one.

These envelopes have magic?

[ Rita's picking one up... looking at it curiously from every angle.

It's too thin, it can't hold a blastia. But magic didn't necessarily need a blastia here...

It was something to investigate.

So she'd slowly open it. ]

[This envelope also contains a piece of paper with a photograph; this time, the picture is all black. A thin wave of light runs through it.

The magic that absorbs into Rita is of a slightly different variety. The sudden shock of telekinesis as it grips into her mind is not a pleasant one, but after it settles into her she'll feel calm all over, and she'll be able to sense what the power can do; the psychic resident of Mayfield meant to regain this power could move or transport any object at will with just a single thought.]

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NOW OUTSIDE THE POST OFFICE

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