Private Get Yer Wheels

Katie hopefully wasn't waiting too long for Sazz to arrive at their appointed meeting spot. He dropped in to check on a few articles for the school paper before zipping off to the cafe. He was undeniably interested in whatever it was Katie needed help with as it was undeniably magic related. Considering his overall knowledge on the subject and position as leader of the school's magic club, he was arguably one of the better choices among the student body for this sort of thing.

He entered the cafe and slid into the seat across from Katie. He set his bag down on the floor beside him, Gremmy floated and sat on the tabe, ready to pull up references if needed. Finally he ordered himself his usual tiramisu coffee drink with four brownies. It wasn't really much of a secret, but Sazz had an undeniable sweet tooth.

"So.... what's this thing you wanted to talk about?" he asked getting right to it.

Sazz was already in deduction mode as Katie started. It was about her girlfriend. That could mean any number of things, which were probably some level of serious. He thought about Wednesday as he considered the list of troubles. He popped a brownie into his mouth as she finally spit out the general gist of her troubles.

Vespa was going to die soon. Soon was a lot better than at random, or at least that's how he saw it. Did the school know about this? And if so, why wouldn't they do anything about it. As far as he figured they would more or less know the overall condition of students attending. He sighed and thought for a moment.

"Ah... that seems to be going around a lot. purging a part of a person's being isn't exactly.... easy. However, it's also not impossible either. I did something similar a while back but I think that could only work for me," he mused. At this point Sazz figured Katie was here because she remembered him mentioning this.

"Well yeah, it's really about finding the right method to do so," he looked thoughtful for a moment as he popped a brownie into his mouth. It still bothered him that this was an issue, and that a student was taking it upon themselves to look into this problem.

"So I'm assuming since you're here, the school doesn't know? I feel like a condition like this would be uh... known at least among the faculty," he frowned. "At the very least her dorm parent...assuming she has one, and like people in administrations and nursing offices."

"And then they get mad when people go off doing dangerous magic rituals to fix their shit..." Sazz grumbled. He had half a mind to write an editorial that was critical of that fact, but what would that accomplish? He was fairly certain some people cared if they went below administration levels of staffing.

"Notes always help, gimme notes, I like notes," he grinned and held his hand out. "I will say though if she's part reaper this should in theory be a relatively simple matter. It's only natural for a being of death to steer close to it. Being able to cross over and back in some way is no problem for most of them. Death is also a transformative aspect, in some ways similar to my own chaos magic. It might take a trial, but actually dying may help break the shackles of her demonic side..."

"Yeah no, don't even bother with one of those guys. Some of 'em aren't bad and generally do good work, but you've got enough people that you can do this with a magic ritual easy," he said in response to seeking out a deal making demon. "That said, as far as I know you're not particularly connected to any high ranking demons. If you want to deal with demons, having friends in high? Low? You want to be on friendly terms with high ranking devils."

He was going over the notes ,rituals, all the things Katie had compiled. He was honestly impressed, the girl was pretty damn thorough. "You kinda have a knack for this..." he commented at one point.

"And no, I am not sure that would work at all. It's a very well educated theory based on what I know about reapers. I know this is risky business and you're trying to save her. Like I understand that more than you realize, but there's always going to be a risk with any spell you cast," he explained. That probably wasn't what she wanted to hear, but it was the truth. He wasn't going to hold back anything. "I would recommend talking to a more... deathly sort and see what they thing. The leader of the Hereafter Club is some sort of soul reaping fae. Gravetenders I think they're called? Anyway, he may be able to help you. He's a real friendly sort, albeit a bit awkward."