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Working on my CS, just have two questions:
1) Do shrouds have a physical form? As in, can they interact with objects and people? Furthermore, are they visible/not visible to certain people?

2) How exactly does magic work? Not what it is, but the processes needed to use it. I have some idea, but if you could give a more in-depth explanation that would be appreciated.
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Anna woke up late.

Well, actually, it was very early. Just past 6am. But for her, that was much later than she was supposed to be up. The harsh vibration of her phone woke up her up and she became acutely aware that every part of her body hurt, and she was currently on the floor. Chances were that she had been for the entire night. With a groan, Anna attempted to pull herself up, with little success. She dropped back to the floor. Instead of getting up, she just hit the answer button on her phone and then put it on speaker. She could still talk, even if she had one cheek pressed against the floor.

“Anna! Anna, where are you?” came the voice through it. Anna groaned, finally sitting up. It was, pun not intended, a bit of a wake up call. She had work today. Right. “I’ve been calling you for ages! What are you doing?” She checked her phone to see that she did, in fact, have a good fifteen missed calls. Anna groaned again. She wasn’t really bothered.

”Hey, Jas. Yeah, whoops. I’ll come by... later? Soon. Hope that’s cool,” she replied, yawning.

“Right, you get over here as soon as you can. We have tons of customers in the morning and I’ve had to-“ The phone beeped as Anna accidentally hung up. Grumbling, she pulled herself to her feet, taking in her surroundings. She was in her kitchen, taking a nice nap on the floor. Still sore, she dragged herself to get ready, still half asleep. Anna didn’t even stop to question why she was on the floor. She had just accepted it.

Despite being late, she went through her morning routine slower than usual. Perhaps it was because she didn’t have to worry about being ready at a certain time. Or maybe it was because she just didn’t care. It was thirty minutes since the call that she appeared at the shop. ‘Bean & Gone’, the sign read, with an accompanying chalkboard written in Anna’s chicken scratch handwriting with Anna’s horribly sarcastic and unfunny remarks on it. She kicked it, but it stood firm. In fact, she’d hurt her foot.

Now scowling at the board, she walked in, hearing the bell chime as Anna pushed the door. There weren’t too many people in there, thank god.

“Oh, Anna! There you are. Get over here,” and all of a sudden she was being forcefully escorted behind the counter. “I can’t believe you. You’re always late!”

”Always? This is the first time I’ve been late in what, three weeks. That’s ages. You should be congratulating me, really,” Anna replied. She picked up a note on the counter (with Jasmine’s stupid, legible writing), nodded, and busied herself with the drink. Better than listening to what she had to say.

“Three- I’ve never been late in my life! What were you doing!”

Anna thought about it. She thought about why she’d been on the floor. And she remembered falling over the night before, then somehow, it slipped her mind as easily as it had come to it. She was still sore, as a matter of fact, and she stretched her neck a little, wincing.

”Hmm. I don’t remember.”

“Of course you don’t. Right. Once you’re done with those drinks, or when you take a break, I want you to redo the chalkboard - thank god no one can read that, because I don’t know why you wrote it - and make sure it’s legible. Leg-i-ble. Okay? Good.”

Jasmine, clearly realising she’d been an adequate amount of irritating, turned back to the counter, chattering with the customers and taking their orders. Anna made a grim expression while her back was turned to her. Yes, she understood why she acted like that, but she didn’t really care for it. Just another forty odd years of it and then she could die. Hopefully.
@Typical No, it's fine to keep it in, they don't have to be best mates to just chat, but you can take it out if you want.
@Typical I’d say that they at least knew of each other. Maybe they had a few classes together, but I don’t imagine that they were too close.

Effie sighed as she uncloaked them both. At least she could use less mana, but it was always a disadvantage when her magic was ineffective. She began to wonder if her other tricks wouldn't work too - but she decided to stay optimistic. Either way, she would find a way to win, and she had backup just in case. Magic or no magic.

She watched her companion as he dealt with some of the dolls. Well, she could do that too! Breaking away from Leo, she ran towards another automaton, slashing at its neck as she passed it. Effie wasn't too sure if they functioned the same way that humans did in terms of injuries, so she plunged it into its back for good measure.

She pulled her knife out, cringing a little at the sight, but persevered. Effie did the same to another automaton, injuring it the best she could, gritting her teeth as she used the admittedly limited amount of strength she had. Leonardo was looking further away than she would have liked.

That wasn't very good. So, she made it her next priority to get back to him, making her way back through the alley.

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Admittedly, it took Talía a minute before she realised that the lanky one was referring to her. When she did, she tilted her head to look up at him, not blinking at all. She liked to think it was unnerving. She looked him up and down, taking in how he looked. She had thought low-rise trousers had gone out of fashion years ago, but as a northern harpy, she supposed she wouldn't be the best judge of that. His wings were interesting, looking draconic but not entirely so. Perhaps she could get a closer look later.

She sat there for another minute, watching him blankly as she had done for all the other students that had passed through the gardens. Eventually, Talía stood, drawing herself to her full height, which wasn't very impressive, especially compared to the man in front of her. She maintained her disinterested appearance, still not breaking eye contact, though she had decided to start blinking again. "I see you as I see everyone else. You are one to speak of gawking when you have just spent an hour sitting with your eyes closed. What is the point? I do not understand." She narrowed her eyes, examining his face as if to see his intentions.

"It is a... competition you want, then. But a competition is not fun if it is too easy to win." She ruffled up her feathers. "If you wish to act how you do, though... perhaps I will accept your offer. I think it will be fun." Talía paused for a minute, as if considering her options. "A battle would be best, but I do not want to injure you too much. Such lovely wings, it would be a shame if they were hurt." She really was having more fun with this than she probably should have been. "If you still want to... then it will be a learning experience. I will teach you some manners."

Talía turned away, feeling rather smug, but maintaining her cool expression. "Shall we go, then? Unless you are feeling ill all of a sudden."
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