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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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[madetothwart]

[Magic shows, you say?! Well, that certainly pertains to the interests of this particular smiling gentleman.]

About to put on a show, miss?

[knifestorm]

?

[she looks up upon hearing his voice, blinking] That...depends on your definition of "show," perhaps. I'm just checking what I have.

[madetothwart]

And what do you have, may I ask? I always found the good old Regal to be the best cards for tricks, myself.

[knifestorm]

Oh, I've long since forgotten the make of the cards I use. [namely because she goes through too many, too quickly, that it's no longer practical to remember] You have interest in this field?

[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.

[neverdream]

[ A tall man with white hair, coming in from outside - sitting somewhere unobtrusive, he'd been smoking - he doesn't look particularly interested in anything going on around him. Truth be told, the only thing that catches his eye about the girl is that she looks like she's been in a fight. So he glances over, just for a moment. ]

[knifestorm]

[and what a fight it'd been...okay, not really. She's had worse, the dressings just make her seem a little worn. And they don't seem to be in the way, if the ease with which she's handling the dice -- like they're coins being readied for a trick -- is any indication]