SACRIFICES TO BE MADE — O, SUSPICIOUS STUFF

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Alchemy. Transmutation. Homonculi.

They were words that Margaery had almost never come across in her life. Sure, she had read a bit on alchemy in a book of hers a long time ago, but she never understood the process nor the taboos and restrictions in place to keep it, well, ethical. She supposed it all boiled down to the same thing- the paranormal. She fell into that category with her vampirism but, when it came to relying on another's blood and life force to survive, there weren't as many rules in place. She was vastly unaware of the moral code that came with being an alchemist and had not even the slightest of ideas what human transmutation was... though it certainly had an ominous ring to it. 

All she did know right now was that Roy was making quite the commotion.

Part of her didn't even want to investigate. She was tired and wasn't feeling very well and the energy that was required to forcibly get up and joining the forming group currently evaded her. It was a miracle that she somehow coaxed herself into it, following the loud sounds until she came across Maes, Luna, Roy, and a circle that succeeded in sending a chill down her spine. What exactly was Maes doing? And why did Roy seem so hellbent on preventing it?

[color=#b14767]"What is that?" She inquired, her voice neither honeyed or sweet as she stared at the transmutation circle with mistrusting eyes. There was something wrong here, that much was obvious, and Margaery, with renewed vigor, wanted to know what.