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[hammer_echo]

[In a library far far away, one lone Bookman's apprentice sits at a desk, scribbling away in red ink. A jar of blank ink sits mostly untouched to his left]

Are we going to have to redo this one again? Really now.

[Sighing, he crumples up whatever he was working on, tossing it into a nearby oil lantern and watching it crinkle and burn away]

[[ooc: Lavi's mentally unstable alter-ego. Approach with caution]]