OOC: Finally got enough free time to post something instead of just lurking in between projects or class. *Sigh* You'd think an art school would just be drawing and movement research but no, you have spend hours on history of art or listening to teachers rant on about their life in the field or need to do the work on a certain computer program that the school uses that you could get yourself but costs hundreds of dollars to buy (I'm college poor) so instead you go to the school to do it but all the rooms are taken up by classes and there are no open computers and when there are it's on the weekend when I have work and the school is only open for five hours on the weekend and work can sometimes overlap those.
Okay. Rant over. I hope I can get this done tonight.
IC:
The bike cooled in it's trek, turning to a small visitors parking lot a well sized factory, all in white of coarse. A huge, tacky sign read "Magonia Industries".
"Of coarse." The bike's driver, Chase, replied to his co-rider, Mary.
"Why can't I just stay out here?" She questioned.
"In summer? On a near cloudless day? Where the sun glares down on you as set on a hot seat and the heat of the pavement doubles that heat and no shade around?" He answered questionably.
She snicked in rebellion.
"Not only that but this your family that you only see every now and again." He gilt tripped. "Do you know what I'd give for tha-"
"Okay, alright." She broke. "*Sigh* You sure know how to force people to your flow."
"What are friends for if not to find ways to make you do something you don't want to." He jested.
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Inside was much cooler. Temperature wise, the decor still had much to ask for, if only it wasn't the style of the owners.
The waiting room was empty. A common sight seeing how most orders were done electronically instead of, the now rare, face to face.
*Ding* the desk bell rang, curtsey of one A class Stardust mage.
"One moment please." A older males came from the back. "Yes, how may I....Well, there's a sight for sore eyes. How have you two been."
The man was Brad(ley) Magonia. A B class Stardust mage like Chase, Mary's eldest sibling by seven years, and the closest thing Chase himself had to a older brother. He stood one head taller than chase with curly but short, dirt blond hair and wore the common lab coat over the uncommon jeans and red T-shirt.
"Oh you know. Same old same old. How's life been on your end?" Chase replied.
"Ah not bad here either. Been making a lot of single makes for Zenith Labs recently, so not that bad at all. So, wha'ch ya need?"
"I need a plasma energy converter or a magic clearance diffuser. For now either one can be normal sized but I'd also like to see if I can get either one the size of a fingernail."
"Ah, nice little pieces of tech there. What are you building this time? Finally found out what been holding those wings of yours down?"
"I wish. I so wish. No, this time it's a two for one special. As soon as get a personal project done I'm making a smaller version for Mary," the girl slightly blushed, "and that technique should make way for a patent for magic powered roller blades."
"Not bad. Sound like you've already got the prototype made. And seeing how it's this early, I'm guessing," the man paused, "you drove it here."
"Uh, why do you always get it right?"
"Can I see it?"
"Sure, it's out front."
"Sweet." the man jumped over the counter and rushed to the door, "But first", he paused, turning to his little sister and opening his arms, "No hug for your favorite brother?"
Mary's checks light up. "Are Mom and Dad-"
"Gone on business."
"And...w-what about Helena?"
"Sis is in the back. Come on, nothing to be embarrassed about."
A moments hesitation, Mary then grabbed her brother around the wast and pulled tight. No words did she speak.
"There, there." the much taller man hug back rubbing the shorter's hair. "It's alright."
As much as she acted against it Mary missed her family very much, but she had to be strong, she had to be or she wouldn't be able to see them again. Not with her talent. A talent that every scientist wanted and would have if her family wasn't there for her. But she needed to be strong by herself or she would never to strong for them.
"It's okay." Brad whispered as Mary hugged tighter. "Everything's fine because
The butterfly may signal change and hardship, but does not signal death."
Shock shown on Mary's covered face. Not him too. Not her brother with these messages too. What was it all these stardust magicians and butterflies?
"Now that that's been taken care of," Brad releasing Mary, never noticing her expression, "Let's see that work of yours."
Her walked out the door following Chase.
Mary just stood there. Her brother never lied to her. Why? Why him too? What was this Black Butterfly doing to the people she knew?
OOC: *cough* yeah, not my best. Anyways I got to post and give out more plot thickener. That makes me happy.