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Post by theraptor on Feb 17, 2016 16:16:26 GMT -5
Nys was picking out a book, enjoying the general quiet of the library. Hopefully, it would remain like this. She didn't want to explain why her arms and hands were in a series of metal, springs, and pins, and why they didn't like to listen, as they were now. "Don't drop the... godsdangit, wwhhhyyyy?" she complained at her hands. She'd dropped another book, but at least, all the ones she had were in a nice tower. She would take the little blessings. She clambered down the ladder, slowly. She didn't feel like cracking her skull open again today. She got to the floor, and picked the books, humming a nameless little tune as she did so.
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paperbending
Sacrifice
http://thecandlecult.freeforums.net/thread/1788/metal-magic
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Post by paperbending on May 28, 2016 17:39:58 GMT -5
Cullain gently dragged his hand against the wall of book spines, searching for names and titles. The librarian at the desk had been anything but helpful, waving a vague finger in the direction of the books Cullain was looking for, and then turning back to her pile. Grumbling to himself, Cullain searched, almost fruitlessly, until he came across two of the books he was looking for. Turning the thick hardcover over in his hands, he sighed in relief as he walked backwards...until his foot caught on to something. Something--or rather, someone--that yelped as his heel connected. Surprised and thrown off balance, Cullain fell rather inelegantly over the person, sending himself sprawling on the floor and the two books flying out of his hands.
Rubbing his head, Cullain groaned, "Geez, give a guy a warning, why don't ya?"
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