Witch of the East

Anders hummed a low laugh of agreement. He’d no doubt that yes, if his demise was Morgan’s goal, he would have been well on his way to dead now, if not there already. As it was, he liked to think that he remained fully alive, an illusion not yet shattered by loss of blood or a heart that had abruptly stopped beating or any one of a hundred less than pleasant ways to go. It disn’t feel like something he ought to be joking about (and a particularly strict tutor’s nasal voice in the back of his mind echoed the sentiment in no uncertain terms), but it was, in all honesty, worth the brief reassurance. Always good to know who one’s allies were, however long that lasted.

"Flying is something I taught myself. They see it as impractical and a waste of energy and time. Why fly when you can scry in a crystal ball. But magic should only exist to make the frivolous possible I think. Ti make dreams a waking reality." Morgan made the bike circle around the city a few more times showing off the hills and mountains to the west. The flat green plains to the west. Slowly they circled back down to the ground, a bike was much harder to keep air borne than she had originally thought, which was a good indicator for the future. She'd have to make a note of that. 

"False that is my sister you are thinking of. I'm the one who crushed by the house."

daughterofanevilqueen

"Yes."

"Ah, I see. Well, welcome aboard, then. I’m sure they’re very grateful to have more people coming to that department… Not enough people are interested in chemistry anymore."

"What's not to love about making drugs for a living. Or you know. Other things. I like chemistry. It's almost like magic."

Odile raises a eyebrow “Is that why you are collecting hearts? to finally defeat her?” She smirks a little as she leans back. “Everyone has something that will take them down.. you just need to find hers.”

"No I'm working on something else. I don't do obsession. Obsessing over something invariably leads to demise." Morgan examined her nails and shrugged. "She will die when I am good and ready to kill her. I have better things to do until then."

She nods a little, she grew the body? Impressive. “Cursed? Oh dear.. I would say I was blessing in disguise.” She waves her hand a little “So your from Oz? With that witch bitch Glinda? or glenda.. i never really know what name she goes by now.”

Odile chuckles, oh she was a feisty girl. She liked that. “I couldn’t.. after all the only way for me to show you.. would be if I showed you the spell book…. however… Iv’e hidden that… Can’t have anyone else know of that kind of power.. you know?” She wouldn’t tell morgan that the magic had to be transfered to the new witch through death. After all Odile had killed Baba Yaga to obtain her power and knowledge on the forbidden art. “Soul bonding is something that is considered…. a bit of  a old art…. I guess… hard too… keeping a hosts soul intact while yours is in it as well… some think that’s possession.. but that’s just a messy crappy way demons and ghosts do… no…. Soul bonding is much more.. you see… my soul…. is technically eatting away at my sisters taking her energy.. and taking her power…” She shrugs a little “Poor thing actually thinks she is just going insane.” She eyed the witch again, they could do a swap for knowlage… she was interested in Voodoo a little.

"Oh, yes, of course… Thank you."

Odile shrugs “Considering my body is currently rotting… it only makes sense….” She says with a curious expression. Odile looks at her and chuckles “Second rate? Oh sweetheart….. i learned from old..old old..magic…. from an ancient… have you?” She waves her hand “My sister is what you would call a Second rate sorceresses… but me? Oh no…. Im a natural.” She shrugs “I could help.. it would be fun for a while… but it’s whatever… I can go find some fun elsewhere as well.”

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