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They chitter again, refolding their wings. “Magic on magic.. bad idea, magic reacts to magic..” They seem to be talking to themself, maybe a form of self comfort to calm down.

The shield doubled before a small flame appeared inside of it, a moment passed as the flame fluttered down to the sparking magick and the moment the flame and magick touched, a loud muffled boom could be heard as the small inferno engulfed everything inside the dome. 

The crystalline hawk chirps, shifting again as they watch, still sidling back and forth nervously.

The inferno quickly died off as Marvin glanced over to his familiar. “…I think I should go back to assembling the Guard Dog instead. What do you think?” His tone was soft and comforting.

They chitter quietly before bobbing their head in a nod.

With that, Marvin capped the four files in his hands before he dismissed the shield and settled back down on the now slightly scorched table. “Do you want to help me?”

They cock their head to the side at that, letting out a curious chirp.

“The etching tools and Ashes are across the room, and I don’t really want to get up.” He wasn’t facing Crystal at the moment, but the smile in his voice could be heard loud and clear.

They chitter again, but this time it sounds more relaxed, perhaps even amused. “Lazy magician man.” They launch off their perch, scooping up the things he needs and gliding over to him, where they set the items down carefully.

“Never said I wasn’t.” He grinned, “Thank you.” As he spoke he made sure to telegraph his movements to not surprise them as he scritched their head.

They sidle closer with a happy chirp, leaning into his hand.

With a quick move, Marvin’s hand dropped down to Crystal’s beak before he shook it like one would shake a hand, all the while he was grinning.

They startle slightly, then relax again, still chirping happily.

They chitter again, refolding their wings. "Magic on magic.. bad idea, magic reacts to magic.." They seem to be talking to themself, maybe a form of self comfort to calm down.

They let out a quiet chirp, moving forward to lean against the magician’s leg. “..why’re you upset?”

He sighed again as he reached down to pick the golem up. “The Anons. They wanted me to leave and visit Chase on my own.” The magician softly explained.

They tuck their head against him, talons curled up so they don’t hurt him. “..don’t leave me..”

“I won’t.” He quietly soothed as he rested his nondominant hand on them. With his dominant hand, he picked up another pencil. 

With a soft chitter, they settle against him. It doesn't take long before they're falling asleep again.

They let out a quiet chirp, moving forward to lean against the magician's leg. "..why're you upset?"

"I'm Chase! So so so sorry, thought they were gonna take me outside the place, but I guess not-" he looks at Crystal. "Wait... What are you?"

They slowly refold their wings, then offer a slight shrug. "I'm Marvin's familiar."

He nods. "Cool. What's your name?"

"Crystal."

"Well, I'm Chase. Marvin's friend. Nice to meet you and sorry for coming out of the blue, the gray guys wanted me to meet you."

They shift, settling back down with a quiet chirp. "I know how we were, don't need to explain that." They shift. "..you gonna stick around til he wakes up?"

He shrugs. "How're you two?"

They shrug slightly. "We're alright. It was rough for a few days but he's doing better now."

"That's good. Sorry I couldn't help, I didn't know. I'm glad Puppeteer helped y'all."

They chitter quietly. "It's fine. I don't really wanna talk about that, but you could ask Marvin.."

"Oh, okay, sorry. What else is up?"

They shrug slightly, chirping quietly. "Not much."

He nods. "Might if I stay for a little bit? I should probably talk to Marvin, we haven't talked in a while."

They chitter, settling back with a nod and resting their head on Marvin's arm.

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“I brought Hacker.” She hums, shifting her grip on the woman, then tilting her head. “Where’s your familiar?”

His eyes flashed for a moment. “…I believe they’re in the cell across from mine. Up for a second jailbreak?” He asked with a wicked grin as he glanced towards the cells.

She grins. “Sounds fun. Maybe I’ll go see what else is being held here too, hmm? Feels like a few other things. Bet they’d love a chance to rip some people to shreds.”

The magician bowed overly dramatically, “Then let us be off!” If he had a cape, he would’ve swished it around dramatically as he spun around and started towards the cells. 

She strides after him, still dragging the struggling director. She’s moving with a feline grace, like a predator on the hunt.

Crystal is huddled in the corner, absolutely terrified. When they see Marvin, shift, dragging themself up as best they can to move towards him, head low as they try to keep their balance.