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Pacing back and forth in a clearing has been Malva's newfound specialty these days, considering that's about the only thing she has been doing. After Cora confronted her regarding her daily routines that were somewhat quite 'disturbingly unhealthy' for someone like her, she had to go back through her records to see if people still believed her hiatus from the hospital was due to a transfer to Georgia. Apparently they still do and well, to say the Aspect of Magic was slightly relieved would be an understatement. She's been thinking about it since last night, the thoughts of returning to work as a pathologist there once again has been bugging her head. A little voice in her told her she should resume her work as one, maybe that could get her head away from some things that has been doing nothing but bring doubt and reluctancy to her. Whilst it was just as important as others, she was leading an unhealthy lifestyle, so much her younger sister had to shook her out of the state.
She still spent her time working on to retracing some trails back, but it's going to be slightly minimal due to her working commitment. She can't agree that performing autopsies and cutting people's bodies open was the option she opted for, to take her mind off things, but she wasn't being picky or choosy. And yet she has been doing nothing but pace around since last night. Her tendency to block things out and endurance was surprisingly a talent for the Aspect of Magic. For the past two days, all that the brunette has been doing was cutting her palm open to rectify her reasons on using blood magic to retrace their two finest guards’ disappearance that was holding their utmost attention at the moment, especially hers, considering she’s failed trying to get ahold of them. 13 times trying various locator spells she could think of, even up to resorting to blood magic for a more clearer insight, yet 13 times she was returned with a huge no.
Malva may as well make a dissertation out of it and see if anyone else reading hers would be just as frustrated as she is when everything she tried came back futile. Well, not everything. There were plenty of forms she still has yet to try but most of them dabbled way too much in the darker path; a path she doesn’t favor. But she’s desperate enough to seek out other ways just to see if she’s just a little low in her game or there was someone else who’s more advanced in this game than her. Of course she knew there were plenty of potential proteges everywhere in the world, but for someone to be able to tamper with her locator spells, that took a certain degree and the fact that she didn’t even know who it might be worries her to no end. Huffing slightly to herself, the pessimistic Ailward Aspect took the tablet on her desk and plopped on her bed, sitting cross legged as she ran her fingers wildly on the screen. It was clear that she was trying to find someone in their database, which would take a while considering they had thousands of names alone in them.
Halfway through her search, she stopped momentarily and wondered the risks that she was taking just to find someone. Everything was stored inside, every data, both internal and external, so she had to be careful. It was the same thing she did trying to track down Isaiah Bradford the first time, she did it manually so no one would notice and unfortunately, Malva needed this to remain a secret. “I can’t believe I’m really just diving into a pile of files to find one person.” she grumbled and pushed the tablet away from her before making her way downstairs to the control room so she could find physical copies of them. After spending at least two hours rummaging through them, she saw one particular name that caught her eye in the ledger. Until she noticed the species on the right side saying he’s a dark diviner. There was no point in pushing this prospect away in the end, she could make the most of it. Rushing to get his file and sneak out of there to get back to her room, but not before making sure there was no mess left around.
She’s going to get her answer today one way or another. He came from a long line of Necromancers, so surely he could hold the key to her question. She won’t know if she doesn’t try. Enacting a simple locator spell to find just where the male is, it didn’t take her long to pinpoint his location. A club, how surprising. She doesn’t usually venture to shady places like that but desperate times call for drastic measures. Brushing her hair for a while before letting it cascade down her shoulders, she wrapped a scarf and coat over her before taking her bag and make her way out of the room. As per usual, the habitual liking of locking her room and enchant them before leaving was making its comeback too. After a while of not getting used to her dragon transformation, she decided to retest it out, just for the sake of rekindling the fires that needed to be rekindled. In an instance, the dark haired Aspect had transformed into her purple dragon form as she soared through the skies and found the club not far off from where she was at.
Taking her place to land in between the trees, she was grateful their dragon forms were invisible to the eyes, since it would've been weird to see a dragon flying around. Even for supernaturals. Slowly reverting back to her human form, she made sure to trace her amethyst pendant that gave her the ability to transform into one. She missed the times where she would just fly around for the sake of peace in her own mind. The club was packed, as usual, even the wintery night couldn’t push her away. Malva’s adamant in finding this guy and getting an answer once and for all. But her temperament did got riled up because people kept bumping into her and if she couldn’t locate Lyndon in the hectic place tonight, she’s most likely going to throw a fit no one wants to be near. Until her sapphire hues landed on one raven haired guy sitting by the bar, thank god. Propping herself at the seat next to him, she obviously looked like she didn’t belong there. “I hope you’re sober enough to talk like any civilized person.”
Lyndon watched her as she questions him. She questioned his magic and, while he knew she was baiting him, it made his skin crawl that someone would diminish his ego so easily. He raised his hand in the air and twisted his fingers in while muttering incantations. Each bottle on the shelf proceeded to smash, launching out the shards of glass towards the girl in a long, winding, almost snake like stream. Just before making contact, it stopped and begun to dance around the girl in the air. The, the mutterings changed and the shards of glass disintegrated into sand before floating back to the shelfs and rebuilding themselves, piece by piece, until the bottles stood tall in their first form. Lyndons concentration was second to only a few he’d ever met. He was fully capable of weaving in and out of spells quickly and unlike some Diviners who needed to chant loudly and clearly, Lyndon had perfected the art of muttered incantations.
Turning back to her, he cocked his head to the side and flicked his fingers while saying nothing, each speaker in the club making a loud ‘POP’ before beginning to smoke and break, each with their own little electrical light show. “Just a taste love.”
As the girl, mentioned more on magic, he shrugged. “Magic is magic, it makes sense for it to be around. These evil beings sound more like an episode of Buffy than real life.” He snipped back before scoffy. “Risky would have been to leave the magic up for grabs."
Shifting his weight, the Diviner moved on to return the whiskey to its fixed bottle and pour himself a glass, taking a short sip, he turned with glass in hand. “Alright. I’ll help you do what you need to do.” A small smirk stretched its way across his features like a passing tide.
“But whats in it for me?”
Admittedly, she did not see this coming. Yep, Malva had no idea he would do that, though she couldn't say it wasn't included in the prospective channeling. She did her research on him before coming, afterall. Malva wasn't about to step into an uncharted territory such as this without any plans acting for backup. Even if she didn't, the Aspect of Magic has enough things in her mind to stretch them out to conjure one. Like Octavia and others have said, her mind is her weapon. You can defeat her physically perhaps, but when it comes to mind games, she's still a formidable opponent. “I'd say color me impressed but I'd be lying.” Blank. That's what she was. Blank and utterly emotionless. The threatening gesture he did earlier really riled her up and took her everything not to act recklessly on her impulses right there and then.
Malva had a temper; which always got her in trouble. She couldn't count the times she's pissed off some second degree witches around the world throughout this century alone. But did she ever took heed to it? No. Because she's stubborn and hard-headed per usual.
Though seeing the demonstration did confirm one thing, he is above average and a lot more experienced than others, in a few aspects. Especially when it seemed like he wasn't much of a practitioner. “Not entire non-verbal but close enough to it, that's a point.” Credit is given when due, even she understood that. “But don't ever-,” One tap against the counter. “ever try to intimidate me that way again, I won't hesitate to hex you the next time” she hissed, her tone slightly aggravated and sinister. But she hasn't given him any payback yet, so it meant her tolerance level is improving, something she prides herself in. “Wouldn't want to give you my taste anytime soon” she reminded, her sapphire hues narrowing slightly.
“Coming from a dark diviner to talk about that sounds funny, no offense. There's a lot more from where these came from, you know. People like us, we started somewhere. Haven't you gotten the slightest bit of curiosity to find out how?” Yes, she emphasized on ‘us', calculating herself as a diviner instead of imposing on herself to be someone else. It was the easiest route to use. “Well what do you want? Or need? I think I can make it worth that much.” Make no mistake, she is a woman of her words and she'd do anything to get her hands back on board to controlling her magic.
The credit she gave him seemed forced, but all the same it added a cocky grin back to the Diviners features. He cocked his head to the side and listened to her threat, the grin still placed on his features. “Maybe we could both use that advice.” He said, gesturing around to the empty bar surrounding them, still covered in water from the sprinklers. Shifting, Lyndon placed his elbows onto the counter and sat his chin upon his hands. “Maybe, seen as though you’re the one that wants something, you should be a little more polite.”
As she mentioned about knowing where he came from, he chuckled softly and shrugged. “I know where I came from, An alcoholic and an angel.” He snapped simply and then shook his head. “I don’t need to know any further than that. I started from the bottom, I got to the top. Isn’t that good enough?” He knew that’s not what she meant, but is was the smartest thing he could come up with. He wasn’t a fan of delving into things without needing too, He learnt that the hard way as a child.
Lyndon let out a breath and then shrugged. “I’ll help you, lets say you’ll just owe me one.” A smaller, slyer smirk began to creep across his features. “Im sure I’ll think of something.”
With that, the Diviner brushed off his jacket and watched her, grinning.
“Lets get started.”
Admittedly, she wasn't the best company, but that does not mean she could provide a decent one. Once you get to know her, only then can they actually make the judgement. To everyone else, Malva is a cold hearted witch who only ever seemed to like being people every time people found a way to irritate or aggravate her, which quite frankly, is very easy to do, considering the Aspect of Magic possessed a rather short fuse that would literally get triggered pee usual with ease. With Lyndon, it was surprising that she still hasn't been devising some sort of a plan to shut him up for the next 24 hours, because if it was any other casual day, that might've been a viable option for her to dally around.
Scoffing at the dark diviner male before her, she couldn't help but to wonder if she's actually making the right decision to trust him. Okay, maybe not fully trust, since the definitions go a different way. Malva is still here, because she's a desperate woman who's running out of time, and she needs to find a solution. Pronto. There only seemed to be so much that could offer itself as a good choice. Like it or not, she is in this alone, but at least if she's going to tread these matters by being a lone dragon, she should get a few starting pointers on where to start. That'll be extremely helpful on her journey. “Just you really.” Rolling her eyes at the English male, every second she spent with him was a second wasted and boy did she dread spending them. Asking for her to be polite now? The Ailward Aspect wondered what's going in the head of his to even think about telling her that. But then again, he didn't exactly know what and who she is as a whole, other than that she's a shady diviner who came into the club to seek him out for no goddamn reason. Seems legit.
“This is me being polite and civil, excuse you. I can't say the same for you though” she exclaimed coolly, narrowing her icy hues onto his dark ones. She had no time to be playing around and the more they banter between one another, the more it is likely that her temper lid will be ripped off and then there was no saying for what might happen next. “Besides, the part you'll play is hardly much compared to mine.” Considerably, he is considered an informant – a tether. It seems like he's not taking her words rhetorically, not that she would be surprised. “Sometimes that alone isn't good enough,” which is understably true, in the world they live in, you needed connections and power. Staying a humble foreground while possessing both seemed too good to be true.
A part of her was telling her to get out of the deal while she still could because the thought of having a favor owed to someone without having the slightest hint of what it may entail doesn't seem like Malva move, since the Aspect of Magic hated ambiguity in general. Is she going to risk it? Oh well, what could he possibly want that would jeopardize her state anyways, right? As long as it is not detrimental to her health or others, she can make do. That smirk bothered her but she brushed it off. “Strict rules applied on the said agreement. No killing. I don't do that” she muttered, her tone firm and stern. The smirk on him was as usual as her scowl, it's always there.
Mal dashed out of the premise as fast as her feet could take her, inhaling the cold breeze of the night air. Thank god she's out. “First step, your grimoire. You said the physical copies are no longer existing, right? Do you have anything that you brought from your home? Anything at all?” She didn't peg him as a sentimental type but if he has anything from home, then she can use ancestral magic to at least try to dig into the information she needed. Honestly, she'd like to have a choice before getting inside his head, it's too mind-boggling.
Lyndon chuckled and shook his head. "If this is you polite i'd hate to see you be rude." He purred challenging like, but never the less nodded. "A truce then, to politeness from here on out? If we're going to be working together I suppose thats the main thing to expect hm? Some respect either way."
He thought, for a moment, the girl before him would be smart and deny his deal for a favor. Unfortunately for her however, she agreed with one simple rule. No killed. He smirked softly and tilted his to the side casually, "When i'm killing i like to do it myself, make sure the jobs actually done." The comment itself came with it a flood of memories, one particular standing out...
The whites of her eyes were bright, almost glowing, the hazel hue to her optic bright and the bloodshot nature made Lyndon pause. He watched her eyes dull and glaze over, he felt her body stiffen and then relax too much, going limp before him...
He shivered and shrugged off the memory, watching Malva for a moment before clearing his throat. "What first?" he purred wandering around the bar towards her.
As she mentioned his grimoire once more, the diviner rolled his eyes and then stiffened as she mentioned heirlooms. He raised his right hand and twisted it around to show her the gold band that lay around his middle finger. "My fathers wedding band? Although there isn't any magic tied to this anymore." He then cleared his throat once more before sighing. "I also have my mothers jewelry...all of it, gifts tied to most the necromancers in the Beckett family."
With that, the diviner clapped his hands and wandered towards the exit of the bar. "Lets get started."
Malva was really trying her best to refrain from really just cutting the male out, she is not exactly the most hospitable person there is, but it’s also clear that she has decent mannerisms, though it’s not reflecting as well as it should be, on her. There is only so much a person can hold on to, after all. And Malva is very limited when it comes to her temperament and emotional ties. Anything that held any resemblance to her having to use her heart more than her head, she’s utterly and hopelessly weak at them, since most of the time, it’s clear that when she allows her heart to decide, that’s when things get awry. How had she managed to keep her temper stored inside when someone like Lyndon Beckett is literally flaunting every single thing that would rile her up to the sky?
As if that wasn’t enough, he also felt the amusement and need to push it to her face. God, how she’s never found it in herself to hold back for so long, yes… half an hour, give or take. That’s quite possibly the longest she’s ever lasted in a company that she has yet to hex to oblivion. “Well I’d hate to see you on one of your bad days too, seeing as this is what you can call ‘civil’,” she retorted hotly, clearly displeased with the idea of sharing the air with this guy any longer than she needed to, but if she wants to get to the bottom of this problem she’s currently having, she’ll have to play nice. For now.
Fortunately, seeing the male propose somewhat a civil truce between the two of them for this partnership to work, she was glad that the topic came up. Yes, if there were any chances of working together without any issues nor clashing conflicts, they’ll have to be tolerant of one another. The first step to that is to respect one another. Then, they’ll work their way around. Surely, it wouldn’t be half as bad. Scrunching her nose up at the thought of murder, Mal only turned away. She couldn’t be a hypocrite and say she didn’t even think about getting the job done, but as an Ailward Aspect, she’s never actually killed directly. But was she completely immune at the idea of it that she might actually have to get her hands dirty in the future if such circumstances presented itself? No.
Given how the Aspect of Magic is usually very adamant and resilient in wanting things to go her way one way or the other, it’s not something that’s going to be surprising. When he told her he had something of his family, she quirked an eyebrow questioningly towards the dark diviner. “Strange, I didn’t peg you as the sentimental type, but I don’t judge,” she trailed off, accentuating her words with deep snark casually. Enchanted jewelry, it wasn’t something new, but no one really keeps them around after the late 17th century, for good reasons, since most are cursed items and god forbids if it’s ever misused. The brunette female eyed the band carefully before tracing one finger around it, feeling the energy it pulsed faintly.
Magic can’t actually be erased, a fragment of them will always stay behind. Just like that band, it’s still a magical item nonetheless, and it’ll retain its identity as one. “You can dip them into tar or paint but it’ll still peel off if you use the right method. There’s still magic in there, not much, but it’s there. Enough to do an ancestral summoning.” Now whilst ancestral magic agrees with Malva, the Aspect of Magic, however, did not like conjuring ancestral medium plane. Mostly because she doesn’t have a lot of friends, but enemies? Plenty. Now where to go? “Let’s get back to the diviner territory, plenty of space to cover and we won’t be disturbed even if we’re doing magic. I’d be very much delighted to know this process would go on fast.” Oh, of course, she would. Then she wouldn’t have to be around him anymore.