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[knifestorm]

[this fine evening sees Sakuya, taped up and bandaged in a few places, on one of the lobby's couches. There isn't any particular reason for the choice of location, it's just convenient for her, living on the second floor

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[brightsiding]

[ She cares! And she's eying everything with great interest. ]

What's this?

[knifestorm]

[\any audience is encouragement/]

My inventory, in a sense. I hadn't noticed there was so much until now.

[brightsiding]

An inventory of what?

[knifestorm]

Equipment for conjurations. [not tricks. "Trick" is such an unflattering term] It's a little hobby of mine.

[brightsiding]

You mean... Magic?

[knifestorm]

Or something like it. [sob "real" magicians would take offense at that, wouldn't they]

[brightsiding]

[ Probably... ] Wow..!

[knifestorm]

[she chuckles] Not as great as it sounds, actually.

[brightsiding]

Aaaah... Can you show me?

[knifestorm]

I would be --

[she extends a hand, which is suddenly holding a folded paper flower. There's nothing up her sleeves, of course; her arms are bare from wrist to elbow anyway]

...most honoured to.

[brightsiding]

[ She squeals with delight, clapping her hands together. ]

How did you do that?!

[knifestorm]

[:>] If I told you, it wouldn't be exciting anymore.

[brightsiding]

That's true..!

Ah... Can you do any more?

[knifestorm]

[she chuckles, making a big show of covering the flower with her free hand briefly. When she next lifts it, another identical flower has appeared next to the first]

Certainly.

[brightsiding]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

[brightsiding]

You're amazing..!