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>>848910
> Delaney’s color of Grimoire.
She appears to have a Grimoire of Brown. Those tend to focus on mastery over the element of earth, and spells that temper the body.
>>848877
>>848923
> Poke Delaney in the chest.
I give a playful poke.
DELANEY: “Wha- Eugene! Bed the gods, don’t surprise me like that! Agh, jeez.”
EUGENE: (Harsher than you intended that to come out, as always. I pity the man that tries to actually romance you.)
DELANEY: “I mean- Damn… I guess it’s fine, but, er… Isn’t that sort of touching considered kind of straight up not publically acceptable or some shite to mammals? Don’t- I hope it’s nada habit yer picking up or somethink?”
EUGENE: “I assure you, ‘twas a mere jest between friends. Don’t think too hard about it.” (Though I’m normally not the one to be playing jokes such as this, out of the three of us. Thank the voices for that, I suppose.)
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>>848889
>>848921
> Unrealistic stories that shouldn’t be ending this well.
It is true that entities with that much raw power as to best these sorts of great threats with such alone are few and far in between in this world, and most did not end up being considered ‘friendly,’ as far as history would state after the fact. Yet, while I can plausibly see some embellishment happening on the behalf of my supposed father, he was also said to wield a remarkable dexterity with weapons and an alarmingly sharp wit, not even counting how impressive the spells he wielded were, even by the standards that came with his Grimoire being of White.
But enough of that. I need to live in the here and now, and we can speak of such matters once things have quieted down some, and I have some time alone to properly adjust to you lot.
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