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((I'm compiling the RP in one file and stuffs. Right now I'm up to page three and the file is here. I'd like input on how I'm formatting stuff, and maybe a few edits from the sources on extremely awkward segments? FYI, tense editing and formatting editing are not major changes for me, so yeah. Its places where there's like, "Oops, no content here, timeskip with no explanation!" that are the trouble. Peace.))
((Also: I play Quillspike, Devoted Druid, and Roughshod Mentor. Muahahahaha.))

"Umm... right, so, in theory, I could summon something inside the range of his shield, but I've already learned one way of losing a dæmon today. I'd rather not learn another."
Yeah, Centauri responded, I would not go for that, personally.


Using Samuel's shifted attention, Siber launched an assault into his mind and planted "brain ninjas." ((brain ninjas probably copyright Dane Cook)) These little ideals would fester and pop at different times, depending on Samuel's situation at any moment. A few were bound to take effect now, and more would follow even weeks later.
You're a blunt instrument.
Thick-brained cow.
It wasn't too late to...
You are devoid of purpose.
coward
...missed your chance
HELLBOUND
You're stupid like your father.
Phase knife. Siber began walking towards the Sage, armor down, arms spread wide and empty. He grinned. "Dude. Gimme your book. I want it."
He could feel the weight of the knife in his pocket. He needed just barely two seconds to work this.

Keilven waited a moment to work up the courage before he ducked into the room from which he had sensed two unshielded magical sources.
When he looked up though, he saw nothing.
"Damn! I knew I should have hurried!" Keilven muttered to himself. "How will I ever find the Cabal again if everything I do is a step behind?!"

After his little outburst, Keilven took a better look around the room. There was only one door other than the one he had just come through, so Keilven decided since that was the only other way he could find to go, he might as well see if it would work.

He ran through the door into what turned out to be three or four rooms "put" together. And also three or four stories "put" together. Keilven was about halfway up when he started to sense a large gathering of magical powers.

((okay, I'm off for the night, see you guys later. Also, good job with the compiling the story... *EDIT* ok, good job though again. I'm reading through it again right now for fun.))

((That happened in the last post. The action was already in motion when Siber did that mental contraption. I made a suitable edit for situational purposes. Aye. That I will. His next post will state his position on the issue.))

((Yeeeeeeah, thanks Venom/Devath. I was about to get really confused/angry.
And...are you guys talking about MTG?))

Joe had no idea what was with the sword, but like the Sage, it split his defense. He had no intention of finding out what would happen if it hit his body.
He jumped back, away from Sam, and threw a handful of searing fireballs at him. "All right then Sam. But remember, I didn't start this." With that, Joe flared bright white and sent a jet of fire straight at Sam.

((Well, the way I chose to see it, he poked my shield [which, by the way, when did I get it?] and I jumped back. Nothing hostile enough to warrant a full offensive with a Sage at my back. ninja
Ahh. In that case, Triskelion with Doubling Season and Rite of Passage. Sloppy, but it works.))

((Your shield is a wall of the pressure of the Djinn's mana. You've had it this whole time but Sage magic goes through it like a steel drill through a stick of butter. Samuel didn't poke it, he punctured it with a sword. He then began to strike again, this time at Joe's exposed body, at which point he managed to jump back.))

"He's getting closer," Takeshi warned. "Don't know if he's hostile or not, so be careful, yeah? Or could be a she, I guess. Whichever."

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