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“You know what,” He said and slowly opened his eyes. “I don’t think that this is working,” he said with a sigh and looked over and up at Aether. He was sitting on the couch, upside down, his arms on the floor below him and his legs folded over the back of it. He’d read somewhere that being upside down would help you think and get ideas. If he’d gotten anything, he’d slowly started to get a headache and a heavy head.

"Huh?" Wither looked up without thinking, fingers still pressed against the pages of books splayed out on the small makeshift table. That was a mistake, she realized, as soon as her vision began fragmenting. There was an inferno behind Gale, blue, purple, and white, raging, wrathful, ravenous. It didn't just burn, it unmade. In Waterdeep, in a grand library, in dozens of places across the wilds, she saw the blast consume her companion and everything nearby. Instinctively, she pushed her index finger against her mouth, biting down as she looked back to her books, waiting for her ruinous eyes to realign with reality.

No more eye contact. "Sorry, Gale, you startled me," she lied, unconvincingly. "I was too focused. You know how it is, reading books and all..." A weak laugh punctuated the trailing of the sentence as she tapped her fingers upon the page, before clearing her throat. At least Gale was easy to talk to, compared to most people. Wizards were all famously strange, such that she likely didn't stick out too badly. "But, I really don't think you have anything to be afraid of. You're a far superior wizard to me," came her protestations, eager to shift the subject from her abrupt flinch. "You command all manner of magics, and I mostly command, er..."

Vivienne was rummaging around in Wither's bag beneath the table, no doubt looking for something to snack on, before the wizard scooped her up to display. "Her?" The abrupt removal from the bag prompted a deeply displeased squeak from the rat, who wriggled in her grasp. "Sorry, sorry." Gently, she sat Vivienne in one palm, scratching at the top of her head with her thumb, and hand-feeding her a scrap of bread, before she looked back to Gale. This time, no eye contact, she remembered, letting her eyes lose focus and stare past Gale, over his shoulder.

judas supresses a snicker as he drops another stack of papers onto the desk. “ at this rate, that’s our only option, ” he replies, taking a seat. paperwork was bitch work, in his honest opinion. as much as he hated doing it, it was easy to get him to hate it a little less with a little convincing from secondo.

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As Christian's eyes flickered open, his body slowly regained sensation, and a flood of confusion washed over him. The reality of his restrained state hit him like a jolt of electricity, igniting a primal surge of fear and desperation. Instinctively, he began to squirm against the restraints, his muscles straining against the unforgiving bindings that held him captive. His voice erupted in a desperate cry, a raw expression of his yearning for freedom reverberating through the air.

"Let me go!" he pleaded, his words echoing with terror and fury. His eyes darted frantically, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings for a shred of familiarity, a glimmer of solace amidst the bewildering chaos. Questions tumbled through his mind like a torrential storm, demanding answers. How had he ended up in this predicament? What had they done to him?

Driven by an adrenaline-fueled surge, Christian's natural response propelled him to fight against his confinement, to push against the invisible forces that sought to control him. His body thrashed with wild abandon, a defiant rebellion against the unseen bonds that held him captive.