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He shrugged. "Most people here still can't conceive the fact magic exists. I think you can get around with not showing an icicle or two off. Maybe even three, if you try hard enough."

A spirit herself? John tilted his head to look her over. No, she seemed very much physical. Hair, skin, not dead. Maybe she was more a conductor for the spirits? Or it was the term her reality used. Wouldn't that just be peachy.

"Usually it goes off and I get a bit of magical blowback." He lofted an eyebrow. "What sort of idea are you scheming in that hair of yours?"

"Of course, you're right. And I suppose it helps that my powers aren't working as they should anyway." She straightened up again, this time with resolve, because she can do this. She might not have had much luck with showing restraint, but it was something she could do if she put her mind to it. And from where she was standing, she didn't have much of a choice.

She tilted her head as well, when John started to look her over. Her being the fifth spirit was something complicated, but it was the only way she knew how to explain it. Technically, she was more of a bridge between the worlds than an actual spirit, but that was what people thought of her as.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to get hurt in the process, but since both of our powers aren't working well on their own, what if we- What if we combined them and tried to reach out together?" It was somewhat of a presumptuous question, as they had only just met and were little better than strangers, but it was the first thing that popped into her head. Maybe she hadn't quite grown into being more restrained.

"Luv, I'll get hurt on me own by simply doing what I do. Don't worry that pretty little head of yours." John gave her a grin. "Good idea. Can't hurt to see if it'd ignore the pair of us."

John had always been a bit of a manipulator. It was easy to put people on the level he thought at and let them go. Then, they'd arrive at the conclusion he ultimately wanted, while they thought it was their idea all along. Underhanded, but, it worked.

"Well, that may be, but I don't want to see anyone hurt if there's something I can do about it. And there's a difference between being hurt by accident and just resigning yourself to it, isn't there?" She didn't mean to argue, but she really didn't like seeing people get hurt for any reason.

When he agreed, Elsa looked a little surprised, as if she expected him to refuse, or to change his mind. "I- How do you reach out to them?" She asked only because she was still just a hair nervous about showing what she could do in front of others, and while he seemed like he wouldn't make fun of her or laugh, the smallest part of her still didn't entirely trust people or their reactions.

"Suppose there might be. The lines for those blurred a long time ago for me." He leaned back, tilting his head at her. "Don't suppose you've got a place to hole up?"

A smirk spread across his face. "Last time I tried a spell that would communicate an idea. Words, if you will. We might go on and try your way, luv. How do you go about talking to those lovely nature spirit of yours? Now, I doubt you fling that white hair of yours about and wait for them to show up."

"How do I talk to them? Well-" Elsa grabbed a lock of her hair and began tugging on it nervously, because what never bothered her before when she was around her friends and family suddenly seemed silly when faced with the possibility of doing that in front of someone she was just getting to know.

"Well, I sing to them and they respond." Her mouth twitched as if she wanted to smile or laugh, because what he'd said about her flinging her hair around was at least a little funny. "I'm sure if I did just toss my hair around, they'd only laugh."

Someone was a bit insecure. John tilted his head at that. For all the talk of talking to elements and being in control of her ice powers? It seemed like Miss Snow here was still trying to learn about the great grand world of magic.

"Singing? Must be the vibration and resonating sound of your voice. Jives on their spiritual frequency." John raised his eyebrows with a shrug. It made sense to him. "You could toss your hair about and see what happens."

Insecure is a good word for it. She's had her horizons expanded, at least as far as the world of magic goes, but she's not like John. She doesn't know the ins and outs of it the way he does, but she'd be lying if she said a part of her hoped to learn something from him.

"I think so. I know that the singing got their attention, but also..." She pauses and gives him a somewhat cautious look. "How much do you know about runes and runestones?"

"Enough to get me to where I need to go. One of the blokes I know, into the Voodoo, once said I'm a jackass of all trades and a master of none." A grin spreads on his face. "Meaning I can walk around where I need to with the right song and dance."

He leans back in his chair and gestures outside. "First thing is first though, luv. You'll need a place to stay."

Elsa tries not to look too confused when John starts talking about himself and his- qualifications, if that's what he's doing, but as far as she can tell, he's much more aware of the world of magic than she is. It's a strange realization to make, but she can't help but feel like something of a novice when compared to him.

"I imagine that you never angered the spirits by accidentally creating a handful of ice runes and therefore waking up the spirits." She knows it sounds confusing; she didn't know she was waking anyone, spirit or otherwise, at the time.

But then he mentions her needing somewhere to stay, and she realizes he's right. "I do, don't I? I suppose I should start looking."

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Ah, there's that glossy eyed look he had expected. The woman barely knows what she is capable of, let alone the world she's just stepped into. She reminds him of Zed in that way. Except, well, one is visions and one has ice powers. Both can be deadly if they're not directed in the right way.

"Oh, trust me, luv. I've angered enough magical, elemental, demonic and angelic entities to write a bloody novel about." He shakes his head. "Plenty of houses are open. Boarding house is right down the street."

She knows some things about the world she stepped into, but at the end of the day, she's come to realize that it's a very big world, and she's barely gotten her feet wet. She imagines that more knowledge will come with time, but she's not always the most patient.

"I'm sure I shouldn't be saying this, but waking up the spirits and seeing what they can do was almost thrilling, in a way." Yes, their power is destructive and has the potential to cause a lot of damage if not checked, but the wildness of it all appealed to Elsa somehow. "They calmed down in the end, though, once I managed to make a connection with them."

She glances down the street as if taking in the buildings on both sides of the road, and then looks back at John. "I think that a house would suit me best." That way, she won't accidentally subject someone to a frozen hand or something else equally inconvenient.

He grins at her statement. "It always is. Getting to see what riles things up, how they react, magic in motion. Chasing after that thrill is what gets people in danger. Namely yours truly."

Everyone is addicted to something. It's easy enough to point at the cigarettes and alcohol for John. But, magic perhaps, is the biggest addiction. That thrill of getting to see himself prove that he can toss everyone around--that he is worth his weight. That they can all sod off and he's right. It's the high of success that is always met with the lowest of lows.

"How big of a house?"

"You knowingly put yourself in danger because of the thrill?" She supposes she can't blame him, especially after what she just said, but to hear it stated so plainly is- well, it's not often that she encounters that line of thinking. "Could you tell me a little about some of the things you've seen?" He just has an air of experience about him, so she imagines he must have some riveting stories behind him, if he's inclined to share them.

"Well, it would only be me on my own, so I suppose it doesn't have to be very big." She's never had to worry about that before, considering she grew up in a castle, and then became the bridge between two separate worlds. Choosing a house and interior decorating are two things she doesn't have much experience with.

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