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[radiantrawr]

[It's a beautiful sunny day, and Marta is spending it in the shade of a large tree in town. She has a notepad in her lap and a pen in hand; every so often an excited look crosses her face and she scribbles something down.]

Hmmmmmmm. Does "throbbing" have one "b" or two...?

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[insipid_poison]

[ There's an Estelle wandering by, pad in hands as well, fancy that! Overhearing the question though, (and her own natural curiosity) she can't help but wander closer. ]

Two. What're you doing?

[ooc Also, hi random stranger helping with spelling yey. :3]

[radiantrawr]

Oh, thank you! *scribble scribble scribble*

I'm writing a story.

[insipid_poison]

You're welcome! Oh! A story? What about?

[radiantrawr]

The pure and beautiful romance between a girl and a boy!

And his rough yet sexy alter-ego.

[famed_mage]

*Rita is walking by when she spots Marta*

Oh its you. I hoped you learned that it's bad to play with those Fell Arms.

[radiantrawr]

I sure did. I thought that the power of Ratatosk would protect me.

It's a shame I can't remember a single thing about what happened after that thing took control of me. And therefore can't be held accountable for any of my actions.

[famed_mage]

The power of what now?

Don't try and pull that on me! You still should go apologies to those you hurt! Like me for example. You should also thank me, since it was my spell that knocked you out of the attack.

[radiantrawr]

You did what now?

Leading physicians agree that amnesia is a common side-effect of "Fell Arm Toxiosis". Everyone knows that.

(I love having a PR manager.)

[schwannoltorain]

[Schwann happened to be walking by, how ironic. He's now peering over your shoulder.]

Oh whatcha writing there? A love story?

[radiantrawr]

Ahh! [She clutches the pad close to her chest so Schwann can't see the contents.]

Mr. Schwann! You should know better than to sneak up behind a girl like that!

[schwannoltorain]

Uh.. Well I wasn't sneaking up on you, you were really engrossed in whatever you're writing...

[radiantrawr]

That's not the point!

The secrets of a girl's heart are precious.