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[heartsbook]

[Hello, Dressing Room. Long time no see.

A certain Fallen angel's decided to hole himself up in a library somewhere, scribbling things down. He has a lollipop in his mouth and ignoring Rihan trying to climb onto his lap. Eventually, he pauses and scratches his head with the end of the pen he's holding.]...No, don't think the spells go like that.

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[stainedlotus]

[Peers.] Spells?

[heartsbook]

Yeah. I've been trying to create new spells for a while now.

[stainedlotus]

What for? [Curious curious.]

[heartsbook]

[All that curiosity will remind him of a Bookman soon enough.] Just bored. And thought it'd be an interesting way to past the time.

[stainedlotus]

[Well, he did work as one for the Noah...] Surprised you're not with the sprout.

[heartsbook]

Allen was still sleeping last I checked. [Points the pen at him.] Care to do some research with me since you're here?

[stainedlotus]

[Blink.] Sure, I wouldn't mind.

[Moves to sit across the table from him.]

[heartsbook]

Nothing too hard. Just need some help finding the origins of magic spells.

[stainedlotus]

Have you thought of asking one of the Crosses here?

[heartsbook]

I'd rather not ask any of them.

[stainedlotus]

Why not?

[heartsbook]

I don't trust these spells around people who are capable of using them.

[stainedlotus]

Are they that bad? [Taking papers and books to look through.]

[heartsbook]

Yup. A few of them has that tendency to backfire on you and cause serious damage.

[stainedlotus]

[Glancing at Lavi and then back at the papers.]

[heartlessbooks]

What's the look for?