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“A magician?” The thought seemed strange to him, it couldn’t be true... Could it? He looked too much like a cosplayer to be the real thing to Masato. It’d take a little more observation to figure out if he was telling the truth or not. Maybe he should ask him to test out his magic? “Could you show me a trick?”

[isolaradiale]

I would like to drop Black Mage (Tral) from Final Fantasy. He is housed in apartment 372. Sorry to everyone I've been RPing with. I'm just not feeling it. Thank you.

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“Hm?”

It wasn’t often Titan took notice of any stray looks he got on the streets. This time, for whatever reason, his head turned when he noticed a pair of gold eyes. Were they on his horns? He couldn’t quite tell.. besides, the face behind them was hard to make out. It was hard not to be a little distracted himself.

“Did you need help with something?”

[thiefguild-blog]

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ask my muse how good they are at: magic

“I can’t do magic, so...pretty shit.”

[uselessmarchhare]

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“Back in my own world, usually those wearing red capes would be a part of House Baskerville, so it’s a relief to see someone wearing a blue cape. You wouldn’t happen to be some sort of mage, hm?” He has an inking of someone he knew that is actually interested in magic like this. Or maybe it was his imagination.

[vcinglcry]

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“Sooooo, what are you supposed to be? Do you have a face? It’s so dark in there!” Still, she has to admit that they’re pretty cute!

[isilugay]

Mina, half-soaked and grinning from her last Pearl Hunt of the afternoon, runs up the boardwalk, away from the seaside into Golden Ward proper. The Festa’s nightly parades are not to be missed; she thinks she might have spotted a couple of flag-draped Isi spirit dancers in the last one! That last Hunt means she’s running on a very tight schedule, though - no time to pop home and clean off all the saltwater. She hardly even had time to change out of her wet swimsuit, which is now in a locker at the beach that she rented with prize money from that sharpshooting booth.

Using the last of her winnings on a rental bike, she manages to make it to Cotes just as the tops of the highest buildings are poking into the sun’s huge round outline. There’s already a crowd lining the streets of the parade route; Mina pushes her way through it, getting close enough to the front that she can actually sorta see what’s going on. The frontrunners are a small marching band (who all look like they have fox tails?), and a huge troupe of flag-twirlers in elaborate masks of everything from demons to a cartoon cat. Their performance is mesmerizing, and soon Mina’s hardly aware of anything but the lantern-lit splendor marching, dancing, and riding past her spot on the sidewalk.

Someone tall tries to shift in front of her, so she jostles sideways to keep her view from being blocked. Her elbow hits someone in what feels like their rib cage; it’s some guy with glowy yellow eyes and a huge hat, like a much larger wizard version of Ix but not mostly blue. “Sorry about that!” she tries to shout to him over the noise of the parade.

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[fantazuvaty]

📕 - Read to my muse

“This?” Varisella’s dark eyes flicked from the screen of the laptop, looking at the shot figure “I am writing a story, that was a good guess!” She smiled as she tilted her head slightly.

But as they asked her if she could read it, the succubus froze and the pink of her face started to grow more intense “I uh, well-” slight panic suddenly gripped her as she glanced over her own writing. “I mean, it’s not finished, you know, and it’s-” The colour on her face only grew richer.

Was this one a child, or just short in stature? She couldn’t read this to child, that would not be appropriate… And even if they weren’t, she didn’t want to read this out loud! That was always so embarrassing… Sitting here while they read it would feel almost as awkward. 

As the figure edged around the screen she slammed the thing shut, a look of mild panic on her features. 

“Maybe when it’s finished! It’s- I don’t like showing my first drafts!” She stood up from the table abruptly and slid the chair back, ready to run away leave.