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hh_mirrorKeenan Caine stands in an empty practice room, the door open, screams of "EXPECTO ANIMA!" and "EXPECTO ANIMUS!" ringing through the halls.
He brings to mind his memories of his3 Intimacy 3 Trust relationship - as short as it is - with Primavera to his mind, and tries to manifest it, yet again. "EXPECTO... ANIMA!"
A brief flicker, a small gun, flickers before him, bright green, the color of mint chip ice cream; but then it fades.
He slumps down a little. "Fuck. Is it because I'm not Anchored?"
(OOC: Anyone interested in weird, unusual dueling magicand crack pairings should come on down!)
He brings to mind his memories of his
A brief flicker, a small gun, flickers before him, bright green, the color of mint chip ice cream; but then it fades.
He slumps down a little. "Fuck. Is it because I'm not Anchored?"
(OOC: Anyone interested in weird, unusual dueling magic
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