Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

"Well enough," she says. "Busy last night, by any chance? The newspaper is going on and on about some 'mysterious incident' involving a ring of child prostitutes." Her mouth wrenches into a grimance as she says that, distaste fully shown.

[Carthrat]

"You know what the late-night shifts are like, I can get a call just as I'm going to sleep," replies Carthrat. "I think the project I'm working on now might take a few more days, though. Can't be sure."

[Anastasia]

She nods, not pushing the subject. Instead, she takes a bite from her pastry.

"Are there any other plans besides making the weapon?" she asks, still reading the paper.

[Carthrat]

"No plans, but I'm sure I'll think of something to waste our time," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "But there's something you might be able to help me with.

What can you tell my about psionics? I really have no idea on their utility in this world, I've never encountered them before last night."

[Anastasia]

She looks up. "Psionics? You mean things like telepathy and the like," she questions. "Well...I know there are a few. I don't know any personally, but they have powers that center on controlling minds and using the force of the mind to effect the world around them."

[Carthrat]

"Is there any way to disrupt them? Any countermeasures? Any magics you can weave that'll screw them up? Anything?

Those kids last night were entraped, Rachel, and I couldn't do anything for them but get them out. I'll bet anything that paper says they were having schizophrenic fits since they got out."

Carthrat's voice is thick with emotion.

[Anastasia]

Rachel puts down the newspaper, looking at you. "I wish there were...but psionics are extremely rare. Countermeasures do not commonly exist, because the need isn't there."

She takes a sip from her drink. "But...I know a few spells can interact and effect some psionic effects, or mimic them. There is a telepathy spell, for example, and a basic telekenisis enchantment. But as far as mass mind control..." she pauses. "that's in the realm of greater magic and psionics.  It's simply out of my league."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat pauses, then shrugs. "I see. Look, um.. I don't know how your faith works or anything, but if there's any way you can find out more, or learn some new spell, or research it, or I don't know, please do it."

Leaning back in his chair, Carthrat sighs. "That aside.. did you do any athletics before I dragged you out here? Athletics, martial arts, gymnastics, anything like that."

[Anastasia]

She purses her lips. "I can...make requests, yes. How much fruit they will give is hard to say. And...well, I did a bit in High School," she says.

[Carthrat]

"High school? How old are you, anyway?" blinks Carthrat.

[Anastasia]

She hmmps hautily, her brown hair bouncing a bit, as well as other parts of her.

"I'm in my twenties, Carthrat. Shouldn't you have better manners?" she asks with a smile.

[Carthrat]

"Manners? Me? Surely you jest," replies Carthrat, smirking.

[Anastasia]

"You remind me once again of why you are fortuntate to be a one man wrecking machine," she jests back with a small laugh.

[Carthrat]

"I'm as gentle as an angel, honey," replies Carthrat. "And I'm sure you wouldn't want me any other way."

[Anastasia]

Rachel merely laughs and returns to her paper.

"So...how is work on that weapong going?" she asks.