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[i]You arrive at an old townhouse in Offtopic, red brick, and dark windows.[/i]
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*Gerald enters, intrigued.*
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[i]The walls and floors are dusty, and there is silence.[/i]
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*Gerald looks around for a chair, tapping his left foot somewhat impatiently.*
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[i]There is an armchair sitting in a corner, a woman sitting in it. Ruby red skin, blazing snake eye pupils, and two feathery black wings.[/i] "Hello.", [i]She says, grinning mischievously.[/i]
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Gerald: “Hello, and who might you be? Or can we skip the formalities?”
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"I need you to make a spell. Head through there." [i]The fireplace explodes into flames, and morphs into a portal.[/i]
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Gerald: “So the formalities will be saved for another time.” | *Gerald heads through the portal.*
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[i]You arrive in a desert, sandy and hot. A voice is heard, the same one from the woman. "You will now find you can do magic. Make a spell. Nothing large, just something small and sweet."[/i]
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Gerald: “I’ll try, just give me a few moments to think.”
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[i]"Of course." [/i]
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*Gerald decides to pull out a deck of cards and tries to focus on lifting them.*
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[i]They float into the air, going off in random directions.[/i]
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*Gerald chases after them.*
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[i]You catch most of them, but a few escape into the sky.[/i]
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*Gerald sighs and tries to lift them again.* | Gerald: “You are probably amused by this, I take it?”
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[i]Her voice rings out across the dunes again, "Not a bit." They float into the air, the same result as before. [/i]
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*Gerald doesn’t even bother chasing after them.*
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[i]They return to a stack floating in front of you, even the ones that escaped.[/i]
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*Gerald seems extremely confused.*
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[spoiler]The point is to make something trivial, yet mildly entertaining and fun.[/spoiler]
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(That I am aware) | Gerald: “Well I’m not sure what to do but start trying to either make a castle of cards or just stack cups very fast.”
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[i]No answer. The stack of cards lowers itself into the sand, falling there.[/i]
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*Gerald picks them up and tries to levitate them again, but with a little more focus and precision this time.*
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[i]They float into the air, spinning slowly, but don't get away.[/i]