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Who: Susan + Lambert
When: Day 72
Where: Training Grounds
What: Now that Susan actually works for Lambert, he should probably show him what he can do.

Susan hasn't really gone to the training grounds before, but it seemed like a good place to show off his magic. After all, it's mostly pretty dangerous spells, and they aren't very good indoors... Especially not if his magic decides to act up and bring a giant fireball exploding down on him.

He's hoping that doesn't happen this time.

Still, though, even if it doesn't, indoors is... Not a good place for this, and since apparently he's supposed to actually use the training grounds now (even if he's not exactly sure what he's supposed to do there), it seemed as good a place as any to meet with Lambert to show him some spells. He wasn't sure exactly what to start with or anything, but he'll just figure it out as he goes.

For now his familiar, Fluff, sits on his shoulder in hawk form as he waits for Lambert, practically bouncing in place as he just can't help but be impatient. He guesses he could always start off with some magic while he waits... Maybe it's better if he doesn't though, just in case something goes wrong.

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Dealing with Susan wasn't on the top of Lambert's priority list a few days ago, but now that the Ringmaster's assigned him here ... well, it's forced the issue some. Still, if the boy's to work with them, it does mean he needs to figure out what he's capable of.

Lambert strolls into the training yard, searching for Susan -- and he doesn't prove hard to find, given not a lot of people are using the place right now. He gives him and his familiar a lazy wave, then crosses his arms, raising his brows.

"You and your brother talked about some of your magic before," he starts off, business-like. Back in the cave under the Manor, he means -- though that's hopefully fresh enough in Susan's mind.

"Refresh my memory. What can you do?"

Susan waves back when he sees Lambert, smiling. He knows this may be some sort of... Test or something, like he has to prove himself to his "boss" (not that he's ever had one before except for about a week, so he doesn't really know how to act around a boss anyway), but that doesn't mean he can't still have fun.

His smile falters a little when he remembers exactly when he'd really ever talked to Lambert before, but after a moment he's back to smiling as he starts to talk.

"I can do all sorts of magic. Most of it's for fighting, though. And most of that is fire. But I can do other stuff too, like lightning, and I can turn into animals, and I can lift up heavy things and open doors and stuff like that too."

"Right... you're a sorcerer." At least, that's the word he'd used. It means something different, in Lambert's world.

"But you also said you only learned those things on your own. Have you ever actually used them to attack anyone before?"

He nods.

"I have. I figured them out on my own, without anyone teaching me, that's because I'm a sorcerer. But I've used it on animals, and monsters, and sometimes even people. We've gone on lots of adventures and stuff for people, and sometimes we had to fight bad guys. Even here I did too, I killed one of the vampires when they attacked us!"

Susan did mention something about being a sorcerer before, in the cave, but obviously they weren’t in much of a position to appreciate it then. Lambert cocks his head, considering... then nod and starts walking, in the direction of the magic-resistant striking dummies set up in a section of the training grounds.

“I want a demonstration,” he tells Susan, then points. “Try attacking that dummy with one of your spells.”

Susan follows as Lambert starts to walk, stopping when he does and nodding as he looks to the dummies. He hasn't really been here before, except for a couple times, but he's seen others use magic on them so he knows it must be alright. His familiar takes off from his shoulder to land still nearby in a safer location (i.e., not on him just in case his magic backfires), and after that it only takes Susan a moment to decide on a spell - not his most powerful, not yet, but still hoping to impress.

Casting only takes a couple of seconds of incantation before he gestures towards the dummy, a bolt of blue lightning shooting towards the dummy from his hands. Even once reaching the dummy it doesn't fade, the electricity still arcing between him and the dummy, sending shocks into it. Of course with a magically resistant dummy maybe it isn't obvious what damage it would be taking if it were alive, but the light show at least is still impressive, Susan thinks.