The trio sat across from the mystery girl and began the interview in earnest. His former teacher explained the seriousness of what they are doing and expressed with great emphasis that honesty is desired in this current conversation, before concluding with asking her her real name. Dayyan just crossed his arms and stared at the girl, wondering about her and her past, her magic, everything else really. It was simple moments like these that made him somewhat envious of possessing not a shred of clairvoyance, then again, that helps you peer into the future, not into one's mind.<br/><br/>He also reminded himself that he is far better off without the added risk of going insane thanks to uncontrolled visions and confusing dreams. in that regard he truly pitied anyone talented in that field. It was powerful magic but it was double-edged and more often than not claimed lives far too soon because of it's potency. He hoped that would not be the case with this girl, intriguing as she is.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"What is your real name?"</span>The professor asked.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)">"...Mystera Beauvilliers."</span>She responded rather shyly while fiddling with her rosary. It seemed her sole focus was on the professor for some reason, offering him shy smiles and not acknowledging either man beside him for more than half a second. Hidden agenda? He has something she wants? Can she just be infatuated with him? A common "crush"?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"I am David Ianice. I'm one of the professors of White Castle. And have been for the last ten years."<br/>
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"Now for my next set of questions. Tell me a bit more about yourself. Likes. Dislikes. Hobbies. What drew you to learning Magic? And would your family be okay with you leaving home to attend our school? We plan on leaving by tomorrow afternoon."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)">"Thy needn't know my extracurricular activities. My ambitions are only that of seldom interest akin to only my own... for others rarely understand." </span>She sighed, pausing, before she continued once more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)"> "However, to satisfy your criteria... I enjoy a good book, and dislike those who disrespect the departed."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Why was she speaking that way? It's almost as if she was emulating a mannerism from a bygone era. So....archaic. He was sure this way of speaking is a clue to be utilized into further understanding the mystery of....Mystera.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)">"My ambitions are to complete what I am missing. To return to me what has been taken... and finally, non."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> She stopped abruptly before concluding. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)">"Thy needn't permission from those already departed."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">The departed? The dead?</span>