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Nov 03, 2006 02:23

In Boys' 5, Swift is stirring. He turns to the mattress and notices a mountain of multicolored candy.

So, does anyone want some candy?

He stands up an shakes the candy off his clothes. Then sighs in annoyance.

... and Omi, I found your narrator.

((OOC: And going to bed. I'll pick up threads tomorrow if anyone wants to. Good night ♥))

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fingeroflife November 3 2006, 02:25:30 UTC
...again?

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swiftamorato November 3 2006, 02:28:54 UTC
Francescu had a nice "wtf" face, Swift thought idly.

Yep. Candy?

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fingeroflife November 3 2006, 02:31:24 UTC
...

...I suppose. I would not have expected this particular phenomenon to recur.

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swiftamorato November 3 2006, 02:42:56 UTC
And he could be a genius of deadpan humor with some practice.

I could've lived without it.

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fingeroflife November 3 2006, 02:44:33 UTC
I imagine so, yes. As I recall, it faded relatively quickly last time.

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on_target November 3 2006, 02:57:15 UTC
But I was also insane then.

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fingeroflife November 3 2006, 03:00:02 UTC
Believe me, I remember. I am hoping the effects are separate.

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swiftamorato November 3 2006, 03:04:26 UTC
Of course, the sorcerer had been more worried about his boyfriend at the time.

They are, I'm still sane.

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fingeroflife November 3 2006, 03:06:48 UTC
And this is worthy of note...how, O narrator?

That is a relief to hear. Though, granted, the wild power cannot support an attack of mass insanity after recent events...at least I hope not.

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swiftamorato November 3 2006, 03:49:22 UTC
Swift didn't think it was wise to engage the narrator in conversation, but he didn't comment, it was a relief to have it commenting on something else.

...

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fingeroflife November 3 2006, 03:51:07 UTC
....interesting. I wonder if it is enough its own creature to respond to a binding?

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swiftamorato November 3 2006, 04:26:22 UTC
...

God, please try.

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fingeroflife November 3 2006, 04:32:56 UTC
So be it.

*Francescu raises his hand, and a mandala of white and gold bursts from his palm, rotating slowly, hypnotically. Reflected in it, as though in a mirror, something can be seen -- a faint unpresence, a bodiless consciousness. Slowly, inexorably, the mandala shifts, weaving itself through the presence, binding it with chains of its own essence, fading into the same nonexistence. At last, the mandala is gone, and the sorcerer speaks, his voice echoing strangely; the power in his command is an almost physical force*

Be silent.

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swiftamorato November 3 2006, 04:43:32 UTC
mfffght!! fkk :(

Thank you!

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fingeroflife November 3 2006, 04:44:57 UTC
The pleasure was entirely mine.

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on_target November 3 2006, 03:08:43 UTC
He got the candy. Maybe it's a simultaneous thing.

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