Girl's just wanna cast spells

As a result, Drake headed into the kitchen. Truth be told, he had been getting used to Isaac's place. While the Phase Doors were at first quite disorienting, it was honestly incredibly convenient to walk through the nearest door, only to head to exactly where you were heading. The magical side of Drake’s mind wondered how it worked. Was it literally reading his mind? Was it some sort of divination spell? Perhaps incredibly advanced illusions? Regardless, the end result was impressive; to drake, the only room he really knew the layout was the main sitting room, everywhere else lead back to the main hall, and the main hall lead everywhere, a layout impossible in a non magical abode, but a welcome one, nonetheless.

Drake headed through one of the phase doors into the main kitchen, looking for something to eat.Once inside, he found Fishguts, Isaac's alcoholic sea-chief slouched in front of a mixed bowl of vegetables. Upon hearing Drake zone into the kitchen, however, Fishguts appeared to suddenly regain posture, as if mildly embarrassed by drakes presence. With one hand, he began throwing the healthy chopped vegetables into a bowl, whilst with the other, he proceeded to draw a hidden bottle of ale, and begin nursing it.

Drake walked over, and sat down at the nearby table. “You ok, Fishguts?” he questioned, though his train of thought seemed to quickly gravitate towards the food. “That salad looks good.”

Fishguts responded in a confused tone.“Uhh...” he said, grasping for words. “Ahoy their, uhh, madam?” His words were slurred, partly due to the alcohol that seemed to always be in his system, but also particularly due to his confusion of Drake's new, (old) gender. As if to elevate his confusion, Fishguts grabbed a nearby glass full of liquid dressing, and, proceeded to dump the entire thing into the “said” he was preparing. Dish thoroughly and fully fished, he slid the random mishmash of leatus, cucumbers, onions, and other vegetables in front of drake, hopeful that the druid wasn’t _too_ offended by his choice of cooking.



Drake gave a small chuckle at Fishguts antics. “Ya, it’s me. Though this is my true self now.” Drake bit into the food in front of him, his mind still lost in thought of the events that happened previously. “This is good.” he announced towards Fishguts. “Your a damn fine cook.”





The component appeared to go right over Fishgutz head, however, as the old cook stared at drake, his eyes zipping down to her(his?) chest, and back up to Drake’s face. “So...them boobies are removable now?” Fishguts said, astonished, before mumbling to himself: “Isaac and his robosexual fetishes...” Upon hearing drakes comment, Fishgutz started his spine once again. “Oh!| he responded, surprised. “Thank ye! Been cooking onboard ships for the last forty years. I suppose I ought to be, eh?”



Drake gave Fishguts a smirk. “I’m afraid Isaac had nothing to do with...this” Drake gestured towards his newly flat chest. “I was magically cursed to be female.” Fishguts looked surprised that Drake head him. “Cursed?” he spoke. “Aye.” answered Drake. “Magical gender change.” Fishguts binked. “Well..alright then. I suppose I’ve scene weider. At this, Drake simply shrugged, and continued eating the salad.





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As drake finished up his meal, Ann walked into the kitchen beside him. She sat down opposite Drake, but did not say a word..seemingly embarrassed to be back in the kitchen. Drake looked at ann, and after a moment, opened with. “Look....I’m sorry.” Ann simply blushed back at him, unable to respond. “But I do like you” continued Drake. “And I don’t want you to go back to your father.” Ann struggled with words. "I......uhh...I...." she said, before turning towards Drake and blurting out "Please don't send me back!."



Drake looked Ann in the eyes. “You know I would never do that.”

Ann returned the gaze. "I......I....this magic. It feels.....it feels like I have all this pent up energy! For....for YEARS. And it feels ready to.....too.....". Ann promptly threw her hands right up, and two cones of flame shot from her fingertips, heating up the air around the kitchen. This raw display of magic even appeared to catch Fishguts off guard, who quietly backed up from the two sources.



Drake looked at the magic exploding out of Ann, and gradually, a smile appeared across his face. “I have an idea.” he spoke out loud, before getting up, and offering a hand towards the young Ann. “Come with me.” Confused, Ann looked at drakes hand, but took it in a trusting manner.



Drake walked over to the nearest door, and focused his mind. Shurely Isaac had some sort of room for this sort of thing. Drake closed his eyes, and visualised room after room. He saw a dojo, a boxing ring...an archery range......A-ha! Ann in hand, Drake walked through the Phase door into a magical firing range.

The room that the two of them stepped into was mass, about 200 feet in all directions. Practice wands lied the small orange “shooters box” that sat in the center of the range. Christals hummed with arcane power, and levitating clay disks served as targets. “Here ya go.” spoke Drake. “Here’s a place to practice your magic, and release all of that pent up energy of yours.”

Anne looked around the massive firing range she now suddenly found herself in, seamingly shocked by both the sheer size of this place, as well as the sudden freedom she had to cast whenever she wand. “Wha......WOW!” she exclaimed, with her mind suddenly swamped with questions. “Is this place safe?” “Did Isaac build this?”



Drake simply smiled. “Whatever kinda room you need, you just need to think of it. It’s really cool.”

At this point, Ann's excitement and curiosity overwhelmed her desire to sit still and ask questions. “Ya!” she responded, entirely ignoring drake. “This looks fun!” At this point, Ann ran over to the main part of the firing range, and, holding her left arm like a crossbow, attempted to focus her spells through it. At first, nothing happened. However, after a few moments, her magic begin to slowly coalesce into her hand. Then, a good five or six seconds later, a magic missile fires out of her hand, shattering one of the nearby clay targets, elisting a cheer of excitement from the young sorceress.

She focused her energy once more, in much the same many as she had done previously, and once again, the magic circled around her hand. Once again, after a few seconds or so, the magic went off like a bolt from a crossbow, and blasted into one of the targets. Drake gave anne a smile. “Your a natural!” he spoke.



By the third Magic Missile, Ann seemed to definitely be getting the hang of it, her spellcasting getting quicker. The magic was called, formed, and cast in a little over four seconds by this point. In addition, Ann's face was flush with excitement, she appeared to definitely be enjoying this distraction. “Not just a natural...” she echoed towards Drake. “I haven’t cast this much magic since before Dad got his hand on that. STUPID blood thing!”

The sudden increase in volume caught drake off guard, as did Anne abilities. She flicked her hand, and almost immediately, another missile came out. A few second later, another. And another. The recharge time between the missiles became three seconds. Then two and a half seconds. Then two seconds. Ann's veins begin to bulge as her sorcerer blood surged with power. Her face a became alight with a mixture of desire and pleasure, an expression Drake hadn’t seen since the two of them had embraced together.

The magic missiles were getting dangerously fast now BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Entire waves of missles shot out of Ann’s hands, the magic flowing towards her hands like water, her rate of fire utterly obliterating of Isaacs targets as Ann's face became a massive grin of pleasure. As Ann’s magic became faster and faster, the spells appeared to morph. Her magic missiles became elongated, and after a moment, exploded in fire! The missles became Scorching Rays, and a few moments later, the entire range was engulfed with flames!



Drake stood back, partially taken aback by Anns massive magical barrage, and also unsure of how to respond. After a long wait, however, he moved up behind the sorcerer, and grabbed her in a massive bear hug, pinning Ann’s arms above her, and rendering her unable to cast further spells. “You need to stop and relax.” he uttered.



As Drake grabbed her, Ann’s hands still cracked with magical energy. "No...wait, no!” she responded in desperation. “I wanna keep casting!" The sorceress let out a few more Scorching Rays towards the ceiling as Drake attempted to hold her still. Her armed shook, and her veins seamed to pop out of her arms. "No, please...just one more spell! I can control myself...I promise!"



Drake pulled her arms down, and held her close. “You are overworking yourself.” he spoke towards the sorcerer. As he did so,, she continued to shake. A magic missile shot out of her hands, and landed dangerously close to Drake's foot, but did not do any damage. Ann continued shaking, like an alcoholic after a bit of bad drinking. Her eyes were glazed over and twinked with magic, and appeared to be dazed, apparently worn out from the massive display of magic.



“Is anyone around?” Drake called out towards the phase portal. “I need some help!” At the same time, Drake held the sorceress close, and attempted to think of a way to perhaps relax her. His mind was full of possibilities, though his medical knowledge was the first to answer. “Sorcerer spells are blood magic.” he reasoned. “As a result...maybe I just need to release some of her energy.” As a result, Drake pulled out a dagger, and stabbed it, ever so slightly, into Anns arm, but deep enough to cause her to bleed a chaotic mix of multicoloured blood. This, combined with recent events, was enough to knock the poor girl quite out.



Hearing the bombard of spellwork followed by a call for assistance, Fenris straps the axe he had been sharpening to his side and moves to find the cause of this ruckus. At first he would not know how to react as he did not understand the situation, just that the room was on fire and the woman was still firing off spells even as Drake seemed to be trying to quell Ann.

The Skinwalker had seen a many strange things during his lifetime, on part of where he was raised, and by who, so even this sight was not enough to cause Fenris to either overreact or panic. "Do I even want to know?" He stands there with crossed arms and a raised brow.

“I didn’t do anything!” spoke Drake towards Fenris, limp Ann in his arms. “ She got a bit overworked and we need to put her to sleep”. Drake continued to holds her, and laid Ann down, and tended to the cut in her arm. “Go put the fire out, Fenris” spoke Drake. “I’ll take care of her!”



"If you have an explanation,” asked Fenris “I would be interested to hear, but that can wait. I will go ahead and do as you asked." Fenris quickly headed through the Phase door, and returned with water from the kitchen, and begin putting out the fires (Rewrite this garbage)

retrieve water from the kitchen, and returned





Would start by stomping out some of the smaller flames, retrieving water from the kitchen it takes a few trips to snuff out the flames spread about the ground... But... He looks up to where the ceiling is still smoldering. "Know where I can get a mop? Might also need a ladder or chair, whichever is the most readily available so I can do a better job at reaching,... That." Points upwards to signify.





“I, I don’t know how this happened. I was helping her let out some stress, and well....” Drake gestured his arms around the smoking remains of the range.”

“She must have been under a lot of it then” responded Fenris. “This was actually a pretty typical sight back at the mages guild I used to work at. Fenris smirked “So I’m used to cleaning up flames.”

“Thanks” spoke the Druid. Drake kneeled down at Ann’s body, and, after feeling for a pulse, cast Cure Light upon the girl. As he did so, Fenris looked upon Drake with suspicion. “Given what just happened...” spoke the ranger, “Maybe healing her with magic is a bad idea?”

And yet, the spell did wonders for healing her cut, and she awoke in Drake’s arms. "Wha...." she says, magic still twinkling in her eyes. "What happened?" Ignoring Fenris, Drake looked down at Ann. “You overworked yourself.” “Overworked?” echoed Ann. “

Where am I? Why does everything smell like fire?”

“You got a bit carried away when we want to the shooting range. You were having fun, but I fear you may have overdone yourself a bit their.

Ann slumped in Drake’s arms. “I feel like I want to throw up.” At this, Drake chuckled, and, with the flick of his wrist, conjured up a bucket for Ann, who threw up rather lightly, all things considered. “Thank you.” she spoke towards Drake.

“This is what happens when you push yourself too much...honey.” spoke Drake, now with a mondium of more confidence. “Let's get you something to eat.”

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