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Warning: This post treats the curse's subject in a half-serious manner. Parents are mentioned. Be careful if that squicks you![Leaving the house today may just be the worst idea Rin has ever had. But she's running out of rice, and you can't ever not have rice. As far as she's concerned. So even if the very new notion that the people all around her

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[i_archmagus]

[Raistlin was a master at blending into the shadows. At the moment, he was sitting at a bench, in the shade of tall buildings, his cowl drawn over his face. He had tried to explore the City without tiring himself, and as per usual, had noticed something wrong with its citizens. The deities certainly kept themselves busy.]

[His lip was curled into a scorn, hands tightening around the Staff of Magius. How disdainful those beings were! How he longed to overthrow them - to take their place. Soon. Soon . . .]

[He saw a girl walking towards him, wearing garb that he was unfamiliar with. She seemed to be singing a song - something about mother, before she seemed to be sick. He could be sick too. He wanted his mother back - or had wanted her back, a long time ago, when he was a younger man.]

[Now he was alone. Alone in his ambition. Just the way he had wanted to be.]

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[And, 'scuse her, Rin will just be so very caught up in her concentration that she pretty much stumbles over Raistlin's feet. Yes, literally.

Which results in her trying to gain her balance and... landing on him, grabbing blindly at his clothing for hold.]

... errr.

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[Now, see, magically, Raistlin could challenge the gods at any given moment. That was no lie. But physically, a leaf blowing in the wind could topple him over, and thus, with limbs akimbo, he fell onto her while trying to force her away.]

[Sputtering, he gathered his black robes about her and pushed himself away from her, coughing out onto the street.]

Control yourself - ! [He all but hissed.]

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A-ah, I'm so--

[Ugh what was that smell why did man-musk suddenly equal "tasty" -- she had to fight down the sickness again and instead pushed herself away as well.

Once at a marginally safer distance, she could properly assess the situation. The situation being a coughing and rather frail-looking man before her.

Conflict of interests, get. Not that such a conflict quite like this should ever even exist.

Tentatively, she reached out a hand, more a gesture of sentiment than anything that would truly help. Her face showed clear chagrin.]

I'm sorry! Are you all right?

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What... are you singing?

[ because last he heard children chanting obliviously, all hell broke bloody, loose, and bloody loose. ]

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[Takes a moment, taken out of her reverie, and digs the device out of her... kimono. Don't ask where.]

A-ah, it was recording... ?

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[Finally looking at the screen and -- oh, right. Person.

She decides to nip this in the bud and switches to audio.]

Uhm, just children's songs.

[And she almost asks "why", except she's not really looking to hold a conversation.]

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[ oh, that's practical, she had her device down her - ]

[halflost]

... Well, it's a nice thought.

[revengeisalie]

What is?