talentsgirl | [ Action, Voice ] "You! What planet is this?"

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[So, after a month or so of study in shifts and things that mess with brains, Molly's ready to try an experiment. She attempts to say each of these in their regular languages: Spanish, Latin, French, and Chinese. All she gets for her efforts are a few words squeaking through Luceti's translation and a headache.]

I'm going to habla en Spanish.

Next to try nonnullus Latin.

I don't know many words in French but here it goes: belle, thanks, Camembert.

...Kung Pao Chicken.

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[She waits a bit for the headache to fade and then makes a general post.]

Two months in this place, and I feel like I'm still just getting my feet wet. I know everyone's getting adjusted with this whole new 'cycle,' but I wonder if a few people wouldn't mind answering a question: What language am I speaking right now?

[And in a bit, Molly will blow off her normal time at the library to enjoy the warm day and glorious weather in a pair of stonewashed cut-off shorts that are just a bit too short and a plain white men's T-shirt. She's roaming in and out of town, until eventually she finds a good hill to meditate on. Two months? Caution's getting thin. It's time to try and contact one of these filial spirits and just... start talking.]

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[She was right; he will have to work for that ruby pendant, just as he worked for the engagement ring.

It meant more time away from her.]

Agreed.

[...so then.]

Any other luck?

Lots! I've lots of luck!

[Apart from the fact that he just returned from over two weeks of beatings at the hands of rogue Malnosso scientists and everything hurts.]

Didn't I mention before that I am luck incarnate?

Might have slipped your mind mid-swindle.

And what are you known for, hmm?

[...well, that was an unexpected twist on the conversation.]

I'm not really known for anything.

[That whole magic bit is fairly strictly on the hush-hush back where she's from. And anyway, Harry's the star of the story. She's just the apprentice. And. Convicted warlock. Whatever.]

I'm known by something. I'm Molly. And what about you, Captain?

Molly.

[It is a very pretty name. And a familiar one. He thinks of Sharpe and smiles.]

Jack Sparrow, lovely. Known for anything and everything, far and wide.

Anything and everything?

[She can't help it, he's left it too opened.]

Isn't that as good as saying nothing at all? So we're even, then.

[Ha. Even with Jack Sparrow. Now there was a ridiculous thought.]