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Spell looked over at the others, unsure how to respond. Part of him really wanted to give the newcomer a chance, but he was fairly certain that he did not have that kind of authority. Spell gave a small frown. "Should we get Blazestar?" he said finally. It seemed like a decision fit for the leader to make.

Blazeheart.

Spell was once a very awkward person. He relapsed into it every once in awhile when talking with strangers, but he had largely gotten better after becoming an ambassador. Nevertheless, he understood the Skyclan leader's slight strangeness. "That's okay. Yeah, Spellpaw." he said slowly, "It's nice to meet you."

Spellpaw approached slowly, giving a few curious glances to all the kits gathered around the mat. Was this only for small children? Learning basic herb functions seemed like a useful skill to Spell, so he decided he would stick around. "I'll come listen if it's okay." Spell said, looking up at the medic.

Spell arrived with a sigh. He had never wanted to move away from the old territory, but he he supposed he was just thankful that they hadn't moved before he could return from the Rebellion of Terminus. Taking a seat next to Feather, he looked to his brother and asked, "Do you want to buddy up?"

"May I have one?" Spell asked, padding over.

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track-- also Spell is played by Kiwibird.

Spell did not recognize the song that was being sung, but the call for help was plain enough to the young apprentice. Spell darted over toward's the noise, also careful to avoid any places where debris could fall and injure him or worse. However, once he arrived he could not seem to spot the creature who had called out. "Hello?" he said, "Does someone need help?"

"She can if she wants to." Spell assured his brother, realizing how much Feather liked the other apprentice. He probably would have offered to just let the two pair up together if he had anyone else to buddy up with. Spell was friendly with almost everyone in Stormclan, but his only true friends were Featherpaw and Featherkit, who was still very young.

"Okay, well I can't think of anything we really need." he said thoughtfully, "Maybe you can ask Pipit." Spell considered for a moment what he wanted to be. "I'll be a wizard who has dedicated his life to developing defenses against black magic."

Spell had no time to try to decipher the meaning of the near illegible words he had read from the scroll because once he had begun, the room seemed to rumble and books fell from their shelves with loud crashes. The young ambassador was startled to say the least. At first he thought it might be another earthquake like the ones the clan had been struggling with, but the shadowy figure that materialized itself in front of him made him realize with a sinking feeling what he had done. If a cat could, Spell might have been as white as a sheet as he stood gaping at the apparation. With a hard swallow, Spell gathered himself. He knew what this creature was, and he wouldn't allow himself to show it weakness. Demons were all too adept at sensing the insecurities of mortals, and Spell shuddered to recall the demon that had swept him away and held him prisoner for nearly a moon. It had only been a few weeks since Spell had escaped and returned to Stormclan. Needless to say, he was not yet ready to go summoning and commanding demons. "I am Spellpaw of Stormclan." The young tom piped up, his voice cracking a bit despite his attempt at sounding confident, "Who are you, demon?"

Spell nodded, intrigued. The griffin's accent was unfamiliar but he had grown used to hearing strange accents and disregarded it. His main interest lay in her goggles and. . . Did she say demons? "Uh, yeah." Spell said, impressed, "They say that demons both smell of sulphur and leave sulphur behind them when they've been somewhere. " Was it possible that this stranger shared his interest in the paranormal? Spell had never met anyone else who held the same interest as him. He decided to proceed cautiously, lest he seem like a total nutjob. "Why?" he said with a playful smirk, "Do you think a demon may have been around this tree?"

Spell had always had a slight problem with nerves as a kit. He was once anxious over talking to people, breaking even small rules, the responsibilities that he had been awarded so young. Everything was an internal ordeal. Over time, Spell had simply learned to get over his fears out of necessity; he was an ambassador and ambassadors talked to people. However, this was all new to the young apprentice, and the nervous butterflies that lay inside him were suddenly going wild, fluttering violently against the inside of his chest. For the first time, all eyes were on him and he had a group of people who relied on him not only to relay some words and drop off a gift basket, but to act like a leader. Spell was flattered that everyone he had invited had decided to come. . . Including one he hadn't invited. Spell noticed Feather with a small frown, but wasn't about to single him out in front of all the other people so he pretended not to see his brother. "Uh, hello, everybody." Spell greeted, gathering his confidence, "Welcome to the paranormal investigation group's very first meeting." It was an okay start, normal enough. "The first thing I want everyone to know is that this is a team and we will all work together and all have a say in what goes on here. There should never be a meeting where I just sit on this rock and say stuff the whole time." Spell felt strongly about the group being a community. He wanted to organize it, but by no means dictate it. "That''s going to be our library, where we store our research, collected items, and anything else that seems useful. Anyone is welcome to add anything they want to the library." He said, motioning to a large hole at the base of a massive tree which looked as though it may have been some animals burrow once. It was another reason why Spell had chosen this spot; the den was decent in size and would without a doubt shelter their resources from the elements. "I was thinking we could hold a meeting every week. How does everyone feel about that?"

Spell did not immediately find the source of the strange voice and began to wonder if he were being pranked. The way the voice spoke was odd and Spell was unsure what to make of it. Was it singing? That's when he noticed the small wing poking out from under neath a root on the ground. Spell listened for a moment. Yep, that's definitely where it's coming from.Was it a bird? Spell reached down and attempted to remove the branch from on top of the little bird.

"Whoever. Does anyone want to start?" Spell asked, looking around. He would begin if nobody else wanted to but he figured he would give the others the opportunity at least. Beginning the story also allowed the teller the first chance to set the mood of the tale.

It felt odd to Spell that he was no longer the only ambassador. It meant that he now had things to organize and coordinate with another person. However, Spell didn't mind sharing his job with another, especially when that other person was his brother and best friend. If anything, it would make the job more fun, not to mention lighten the load. Spell thought it would be a good idea to talk over what gifts were appropriate for who, which allies needed to be visited and who would take which, so he had decided to schedule a meeting with his brother.

Travel the World || ambassador meeting

Here! Sorry for the super lateness of this.

"Definitely." Spell said with a nod and padded off to plan his task. Spell had a diverse array of interests, so choosing lesson to give would be a fun but difficult task on its own. The ambassador also greatly enjoyed being back in Stormclan and not being imprisoned. Being imprisoned definitely sucked.

Spell noticed how his remark seemed to irritate the griffin. So she did take this stuff seriously then. "Nah, the claw marks combined with sulphur are enough for me. Might not be super recent though, marks like that can take awhile to come off trees from what I've heard." Spell said, more serious this time. "Is that what the goggles are for, getting an estimate of how recent it was?" he asked with a curious tilt of the head. Was it possible that she was looking for a demon here? The thought gave Spell a sinking feeling. What if she stumbled upon Reyes, the demon he himself had accidentally summoned and had been making attempts to contain? Would he lose credibility as a paranormal investigator? That would be disappointing, especially since this stranger seemed like she had the potential to be a valuable addition to the group.

Spell paused and stared at the newcomer, slightly embarrassed and features knotted in confusion. Why was this creature offering to help them? Spell might have been slighty suspicious if it hadn't been for Shirin. The lion seemed to be familiar with the visitor, and even knew him by name. Suddenly everything made sense to the young apprentice. He is friends with Shirin and doesn't want her to get hurt. he thought to himself. In that case, Spell more than welcomed the help of someone with that much experience. "We'd love that." Spell said, "Help would be more than welcome from someone with as much experience as you. Uh, thank you." The words sounded a bit awkward even to him as he spoke, but the excitement was beginning to well up inside his chest already. Perhaps this all really could go somewhere.

Spell gulped after the demon spoke, believing every word the creature said. After the beast he had seen at the Rebellion of Terminus, Spell would never underestimate what a demon was capable of. While prisoner he wasn't treated nicely, but he had seen much worse while he was there. Other prisoners had been tortured publicly and brutally. He believed that this creature would tear him to pieces. . . But then why hadn't she already? What was stopping her? Spell had heard that demons could be controlled by skilled magi, but he was completely unaware that any random guy who summoned a demon was technically capable of binding the demon to their will, so as far as he knew he was completely and utterly powerless. The only advantage he had was that she seemed to have fallen for his facade of confidence. Maybe she thought he could fight back and control her? That he was more than a mere novice? Or maybe she's playing with me.a little voice in his head said gloomily, You're probably giving off nervous cues. Spell knew that there was no time to panic now. "But you haven't." Spell pointed out, "This world isn't like the underworld. You know nothing about it. I think it's in your best interest to listen to me." Spell could only hope his words would throw the demon for a loop, because his words were all he has; the thin, fragile lifeline between him and the creature that likely wants to kill him.