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[video: week twenty, friday]

[The image that appears is of Briar, sitting on the grass just outside the ship and frowning at the device in front of him. Settled next to him is a potted miniature pine tree. But the most striking thing about him is the intricate leafy vine tattoos on his hands and forearms - which if you look closely at, you might be realise are actually moving.

When Briar starts talking, he seems to be addressing the mirror itself rather than anyone on the other end]

You can't be working, you know. I've never been able to scry - and besides, you don't even have any magic anyway, so I don't see how I'm supposed to talk to anyone with this.

[Not that Briar's all that sure he wants to talk who whoever brought him here. But magical objects without any magic is just plain bizarre, so his frown deepens]

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[The knife bit isn't bad. Presumably he has some hidden cache, in his sleeves. Defending himself is a plus, anyway.]

There are not many people with magic where I am from, and those who have it are secret and do not tell others much. There is the word "witch", but no one believes in those really, and "demon", but demons are not human.

[She makes an effort to use those words in English rather than Japanese, in case he recognizes them, too.]

[Oh, Briar definitely has a cache. Overall, he has eight knives hidden away about his person. He would carry more, but this was all that he found when he woke up]

Witches are mages, demons definitely aren't. But why would they keep their magic secret? How are they gonna get employed if no one knows what they are? And what about new mages - someone has to teach them how to use their magic.

[Their worlds are obviously very different....]

For one thing, because they will be called witches and demons, and probably killed. For another, there are so few....

[She shrugs. She doesn't really want to get into it, period, since it's all personal and about past lives and all that. She wants to get into it even less over the network.]

Are you interested in coming, or not? If you come, we can talk about magic there. These things are not always safe.

What?! Being a mage is reason for other people to kill them? Why? [And once again, Briar looks at Haruka with complete horror. Different worlds, indeed.

Briar looks distinctly unsettled, but right now since he has nothing to do other than sit around here - well, he might as well come along to look at this explosion. Maybe then he can ask some more questions in person] I'll come. Although I'll hope you aren't bringing any mage-killers with you.

Have not met any here yet, so you should be fine. Well, except the soldiers, but they will shoot anyone, and they are not invited. Meet you at the northwest end of town in a few hours? Bring whatever supplies you have.

[She'll be making a quick trip into the city, herself, for some food type things and her coat, but otherwise everything she'd want is in her and Michiru's old apartment. Safer that way.]

[Briar's scowls very deeply at the mention of solders. He'd rather not go anywhere near soldiers]

You got a map? I don't exactly know the area. And I'll need somewhere to put my shakkan while we're away. [Briar nods his head towards the miniature tree next to him]

Just walk down the mountain from the ship until you hit city ruins, then turn left and walk along the edge of those until you hit farm fields. I will find you. As for the-- ah, the sha-kan, there are farmers on the edge of the city. Ask one of them?

[Briar reaches out to grip the side of the shakkan's pot, looking altogether reluctant to part with it - even if he was the one to bring up keeping it somewhere else in the first place] These farmers - can you trust them?

[She looks perplexed by his reluctance. It's just a tiny tree, right? ... looks kind of like a bonsai tree, actually, all miniature like that, though she's never seen one that looks quite like that.]

As much as you can trust anyone here, I suppose. I doubt any farmer will let a plant die, so you do not need to worry about that.

[A magical tiny tree, and one that's very important to Briar.

He scowls at the mention of letting plants die, and pulls the tree closer] Like I'd let anyone let my shakkan die!

[It takes a lot of effort not to roll her eyes, but she manages. She does mutter something unflattering about his mental prowess in Japanese, though.]

They are farmers. Your tree will be fine. Or if you really want to carry it with you, do that. I will see you in a few hours in person, good?

[Sure, they might take care of it. But they might also decide to steal it. Shakkans were valuable, after all, and Briar knew all too well the inclination to steal]

Yeah, I'll see you.

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