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"Not that kind of small, though."

2016-03-02 02:37:12

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"...you do have a point"

2016-03-02 06:57:52

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"And it isn't...a part of a whole, either. That makes things different."

2016-03-02 06:58:33

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After a doctors visit and a brace put on her wrist, Mysteria was far from healed. Especially with her lack of souls. Work hadn't had any real emergencies lately, so no one was that desperate yet. However, Mysteria was. She dropped the feather into a wooden bowl from her dinning room table. Four gray colored candles made a square around it. This would work like a lock of hair, right?

2016-03-02 07:11:29

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In the meantime, Edmund was setting up mood lighting. All the lights were out and he'd lit a few nonessential candles, along with drifting a flashlight aimlessly around the room. He'd kicked Jack out for the moment so he wouldn't stumble in and mess something up; they might end up opening a gateway to the underworld or something if a candle shifted out of place. Who really knew. Her magic was as unpredictable when performed wrong as his was when done correctly.

2016-03-02 07:13:36

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Everything was set up. This looked suitable. Mysteria held out her hands and focused on the feather.

2016-03-02 07:16:48

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He waved the flashlight over the bowl and made wooshing noises with his mouth.

2016-03-02 07:19:03

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She opened one eye. "Eddy if I lose this feathere you're sleeping outside."

2016-03-02 07:20:57

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"I'm not blowing on it, just making sound effects. They add to the aesthetic."

2016-03-02 07:22:47

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"The aesthetic is ruining my concentration."

2016-03-02 07:25:02

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"But don't the candles smell nice?"

2016-03-02 07:25:35

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"They do, but if they catch on the feather then we lose our leverage."

2016-03-02 07:29:06

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"Don't worry, none of them are within more than ten feet of it. Carry on."

2016-03-02 07:29:39

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She closed her eye, and inhaled deeply, becoming focused once again.

2016-03-02 07:31:02

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He lowered the flashlight, looking down at the feather and waiting for something to happen.

2016-03-02 07:31:57

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The feather glowed, and a map of new york appeared in its place. A red line indicated where she needed to go. She tiredly lowered her hands and, hey, it worked.

2016-03-02 07:33:57

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He leaned over it, careful not to disturb the candles. "...that's a nice part of town."

2016-03-02 07:34:30

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"It is. Girlfriend must be 'daddies little girl.'"

2016-03-02 07:39:41

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"I wonder if they need a fridge repaired....?"

2016-03-02 07:41:19

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"They could probably buy an entire new fridge every time it breaks."

2016-03-02 07:42:57

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"Probably. You need water or something?"

2016-03-02 07:44:21

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She nodded, and collasped into the chair beside her.

2016-03-02 07:45:59

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"On it." He went to the kitchen and came back with a soda, a glass of water, and a pear.

2016-03-02 07:47:13

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She reached her hand out for the water. "I never realize how much these take out of me until I don't have souls."

2016-03-02 07:51:17

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He handed it over. "/Your/ soul's fine though, right?"

2016-03-02 07:51:45