Yeah? ... I'm not playing, either. You run. Or stop this damn thing, if you can.
[Shinjiro braces himself, slowly sliding one hand into his pocket for his evoker. All the color is bleached out of his face. It's the last thing he wants to do right now, but if Soraoto drags magic, or power into this...]
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[Shinjiro braces himself, slowly sliding one hand into his pocket for his evoker. All the color is bleached out of his face. It's the last thing he wants to do right now, but if Soraoto drags magic, or power into this...]