My Cake? Your Cake? Pancake;; Exam;; Rosemary/Nyx

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Taking care of an entire guild wasn't the easiest thing to do sometimes, especially since she really desperately wanted to go off and practice her worship most times. However, to be fair most of her time was not actually consumed by the guild itself but the fact she was currently the sole one capable of maintaining the barrier that protected Savage Skull from anything that may wish it harm, the only one capable of maintaining the between. Once she had a full set of priests and priestesses? Things would become easier because they would also be able to help her maintain the realm so to speak. Only, teaching the magic required to bind one's self to the between was not easy unless someone already had knowledge of witchcraft which was not always the exact same as wizarding. For such reasons, she had taken a silent interest in one of her newer member's recently, Rosemary, someone who seemed to be somewhat knowledgeable about witchy things, perhaps making her predisposed to the magic required to upkeep the barrier. Nyx detested being near entirely unable to use her own magic because she spent most of it protecting the guild, though she supposed a portion of her strength would always be in the between, she spent so much energy to bring Savage Skull here.

"Rosemary, please come in." her voice spoke up as she sensed someone approach the door of the room she was sitting in, the kitchen. Since she had some downtime today and knew herself incapable of running around ripping heads due to the strain on her soul at the moment, Nyx decided it was the perfect time to gauge if she was right about the little witch. "Oh, I suppose we haven't formally met before have we?" now that she thought about it Rosemary was one of the few people she had not directly recruited herself these days. "You can call me Minx, I'm the high priestess of the guild." she provided her 'alias' for the moment as really only her close advisors and under a handful of people knew her real name to begin with.

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Minx let her eyes linger on the form of the new entry into the room taking note of the potions carried on the tray alongside herbs, likely failed experiments of the little witch in front of her. At the very first glance? Rosemary didn't seem to look the stereotypical appearance of someone who walked one of the darker paths life provided for those who ran along the stream of time. Yet, Minx herself was proof that sometimes the most ordinary or unsuspecting looking could be the most dangerous in the room. Seconds ticked by and she watched as Rosemary wandered across the room to place down the tray that had been carried in those slender arms up until this point, taking special note of the bow that symbolized respect. Honestly, sometimes the 'respect' that came with being a guild master could be 'shocking' to her sometimes as she was not used to spending her time being looked up to, and she spent a good deal of her time looking up to someone else.

"You're not in the way, I was waiting for you." the 'latent psychic' abilities she had possessed during her time alive, had been supercharged by her demise, thus it was easy for her to do something like this, sit in wait for one person and be sure they would come. "It's good to know I was right about you being a witch." the high priestess slipped off the chair she had been seated on, walking over to the tray that had been set down, transparent fingers picking up one of the bottles. "You weren't planning on just throwing these out were you?" swirling the liquid in one of the viles she could easily tell that it had not been the product intended, but from someone who claimed to be a witch throwing out something just because it failed was quite odd as if the child had not finished her training. "How are you supposed to discover your own creations if you throw out everything that isn't perfect to whats in the book?" with that comment Nyx set down the bottle and walked over to one of the fish tanks on the far side of the kitchen, carefully looking at all the small quickly breeding fish species within it.

If the years she had spent hunting down the supernatural had done any good? That would be the vast knowledge of the supernatural and 'less accepted' things, such as witchcraft. Of course, she wouldn't mention the fact she had once killed several witches for nothing besides the fact they were witches.

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On the assumption of fate versus precognition, Rosemary was correct about it being the latter the ability of 'future sight' was a power that Nyx had possessed from a young age alongside numerous other psychic abilities. During life? She had rejected those powers and only used them in what equated to forcing herself into self-defense or 'helping' people even if that wasn't what always the truth of what she had been doing. In her death? The ghost became much better at accepting and using her abilities, seeing the powers she had once been ashamed of growing increasingly powerful. However, she made it a point to not become so reliant on her powers that she could not function without them. Of course, the only time she would not be a psychic would be when she ceased to exist, her abilities happened to be a natural ingrained part of her.

The Pheonix Mountains, at the very split second the young girl brought up that location the ghosts eyes seemed to grow distant as if she wasn't really there anymore. At one time? She had lived with the guild that used to lay claim to those mountains, they had kept her safe until she found her god and then Savage Skull, yet the repayment they had received, well it hadn't been deserved, especially Astrid. Even if she hadn't been the one doing it? Nyx still blamed herself, for it was her hatred that had given the final spark to birth that monster. "What do you know of Pheonix's." the female shot her gaze to the side, averting making direct eye contact. While she had done intense research on the supernatural as a hunter? Pheonix's had never been on the table, after-all the hunting group had merely been human, taking on such a beast would have been suicide. Yet, she now had a problem associated with them, and maybe this other girl knew. "Pheonix's are creatures that are reborn from their own ashes, they always revive, at least they're supposed to." but no one who spread that word ever counted on something from the underworld eating the firebirds. "But what do you suppose would happen, if that didn't take place?" she could still recall Fluffy going on that rampage and the things that had been done in spite of wishing she could forget.  "If a creature that shouldn't have existed, an artificial life that could only sustain by stealing from another, consumed a Pheonix, yet found themselves killed later." she gazed at the other potion she had picked up swirling it slightly again, sighing out softly. "Do they just cease to exist in spite of holding that eternal energy? What do you suppose becomes of that energy, I mean according to the laws it has to go somewhere." it should have born after Pheonix but it hadn't, there was none born to replace the ones consumed by that damn life essence. So what was to be of that energy? Eh, she was shooting pipe dreams if she expected such a young witch to know.

Shaking her head Minx smirked slightly, turning her attention back to Rosemary from the fish tank. "What are you working on learning, I may know a thing or two." she pushed the current problem away, the sore feeling about the Phoenix energy currently able to be ignored again. Yet, she felt the floodgates, thanking her strength for being what it was magically, physically, mentally and emotionally.

Off topic? The high priestess looked over at the girl again since she had moved location slightly from the last glance. Oh, that sort of off topic, though it wasn't too far off topic since they had just been talking about potions. "Open the window first, I don't wish to find out if I can get high or not in this state." and with the plant Rosemary smoke of, the smoke could give someone contact, Minx didn't want to risk it. Losing herself right now? Was not an option. "That logo." observant to some degree the ghost did after a few minutes realize the 'RIG' labeled upon the items, raising an eyebrow slightly in response to the subtle note in her own head.

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Largely? The ghost's attention seemed to be on the fish tank, watching them swim around aimlessly unknowing they had such a small portion of the world, an envious ignorant bliss. In truth, she actually had more attention towards Rosemary, watching with the corner of her vision trusting her psychic to fill in what her eyes couldn't see. Even when she had been human? It had always been that way, she didn't look at the world the way other's needed to because she didn't have to, even fresh from the crib she had never cried for her parents, never watched the door waiting for them, because she already knew when they'd be back or when they'd just come check on her worried about why she almost never cried. It hadn't been until much later in her life that she had figured out her power's when she started school and people began questioning her directly, treating her different because she always seemed to know too much. Thus, over time until her death, she had learned to hide her innate abilities, so it was an amazing feeling to just let them be. As Rosemary opened the window, even without eyes on her Nyx knew exactly when she was going to sit back down, turning her attention 'back' to the witch in time with it.

Listening slightly it seemed that the young girl had a good grip on the laws of energy within the world, but may possibly be unaware of the fact it was possible to break things. Minx had a desperate desire to prevent any further breaking of the norms around energy, after-all it was the collision of energies that should have never touched that created that damn life essence who had caused so much damage. "Do you know why it's often forbidden to directly manipulate actual 'energy', why potions are made using ingredients, magic is cast through an individual or an item, why there is an equal exchange in pretty much everything?" she sure wished she had known back when she could have gotten help before Fluffy erupted into full existence no longer living as an alias, some feeling or voice in the back of her head. "It keeps the many different forms of energy that should never come in contact with one another from colliding or at the very least creates a controlled space of the reaction that results if they do touch."  sometimes energy would touch it was to be expected, but in the small amounts channeled through someone or thing, it couldn't spark so to speak. "When something goes wrong when ones that shouldn't touch are left in contact too long? They become like your potion here in a sense." she pushed her finger slightly against the bottle causing the contents to swirl around, glancing at Rosemary with the comment before returning her gaze to the swirling potion. "And like the potion, they explode when another outer force is applied. Leaving behind a vacuum where the energy should have been and it makes something, but what it makes-" the high priestess shook her head slightly, grimacing as she leaned back in her chair slightly, turning her eyes to the fish tank again. "Must possess another to live, yet it slowly poisons the soul and body of what it possessed thus meaning it has to jump around, they can be sealed in vessels but they are volatile and don't follow the laws that govern everything else because they don't technically even exist." she could still remember the feeling of slowly choking as she struggled in vain to attempt evicting that thing from her former body. "So promise to be careful alright?" she didn't want to end up dealing with another 'Fluffy' ever again.

So the little witch was connected to that company after-all, the leader of it, in fact, that was always interesting to know and it explained why Rosemary seemed more peaceful than most dark witches she had met in the past. "Many things are made in the witch world that are unknown to the rest of the world, mages develop their entire life to learning how to perform magic and increase the strength of it. On the other hand, witches study magic itself with the goal of understanding and passing that knowledge onto the next generation of witches so that the total competence of the entire coven increases steadily over time." getting up the ghost picked up a book from above one of the counter's where it had been sitting with many other books most of them just being simple cookbooks there for reference of members. However, the book Minx had picked up looked different, it was clearly a grimoire or something like one. "If you're focusing on everything, let's start here." the book was slim and clearly whichever witch it had originally belonged to had not gotten very far. "From what I know already, I'm guessing you're the last or separated from most of your coven and have not gotten to interact with other covens much." thus leaving a hole for Rosemary, a lack of educational variety that would have normally come from interaction with other witches especially from other covens to learn their basics thus opening up new ways to do things. "I have a habit of collecting information on the supernatural and such whenever presented the opportunity, so I have a good deal of grimoires laying about that were lost in one way or another from the original owners." plus there had been a good deal of books when she took over the guild, she didn't care much for knowing about the world, but the fringe was of great interest. "Being able to do things differently in an emergency is an important skill for a witch, I don't practice much even on basic mage magic these days but if you get lost of confused myself or the books I've hoarded should be of some help." she hadn't casted a spell for some time now, but it didn't bother her much, she was powerful enough without having to rely on magic.