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h.c. andersen | professional simp ([personal profile] manlet) wrote in [community profile] inkwreaths 2019-08-17 07:02 am (UTC)

... he actually left.

[No, this man was the furthest thing from a mage. A mage would've taken Caster's support, would've threatened him with their command seals. This fool? He's choosing to walk away without even giving his name. Where did he think he was going?

Catching up to his Master isn't a difficult feat. Caster simply shifts into his spirit form and glides to the man's side, reforming out of glittering gold dust.]


Of course I know shit about you. You don't even have the courtesy to give me your name. Where are your manners?

[Even as he berates him, he's summoning his book with a flick of his finger. The pages glow with lines of ink, ethereal and blue. The words peel themselves free and, like a swarm of fireflies, encircle the man. Their light soothes his pain, mending broken skin and muscle.]

You were too busy ranting about your delusions of grandeur, you pompous ass! Even if I'm a third-rate spirit, it's only right that you introduce yourself to me!

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