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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 14:58:00 GMT -5
She blinked, then looked a bit nervously at the bird, "I-I never really asked this before... b-but you always seem to land on me when I am in a group with my illusions... c-can you.... see through them?" she asks nervously.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 16:28:09 GMT -5
Munin turned to stare at Mythic, her eyes as piercing and vague as ever. The bird simply nodded her head once before flying away.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 16:34:27 GMT -5
She watchs the bird fly off, slightly worried now, "... w-well thats not good..." she said quietly, then returned to work, far more nervous, "B-but i-if she hasn't t-told him about my real cutie mark yet... T-then I-I shouldn't worry about it... right?" asking her other clones, who between the five, give one nod, head head shake, one shrug, and 2 nervous laughs, ".... r-right."
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 16:39:11 GMT -5
A while into their cleanup, Mythic hears Typewryter shout, followed by a loud crash.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 16:46:53 GMT -5
She sighs a bit, didn't sound that bad, and has happened before, starts on her way in that direction, leaving clones to continue, "Type? Is everything alright?"
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 16:59:57 GMT -5
As Mythic approaches, she finds Type buried under a mound of books, his head poking out from under the stack, "Oh yes, quite alright" He squirmed and pulled a bit. "Though I might need some help up...."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 17:10:35 GMT -5
She giggles lightly, trots over, magicly starts lifting and returning books to there proper places, slowly though, she grabs his hoof and starts pulling a bit to assist him up.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 17:15:47 GMT -5
Type stands with her assistance as Munin cackles loudly, "Quiet you! It wasn't 'that' funny!" Turning to Mythic, "thanks again, Mythic."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 17:19:14 GMT -5
She blushs a bit, but nods, "It was no problem at all Type...." still holding his hoof.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 17:26:48 GMT -5
As she spoke, the door to the Archives opened, and Silver Wands entered. She eyed the two with a smirk on her face. SW: "Typewryter; fraternizing with your assistant? I would have expected better of you!"She chuckled at her joke.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 18:02:52 GMT -5
Mythic blinks once, not really fully processing this yet, she lets go of Types hoof and blushs heavily, "S-s-sorr-" sees Silver Wands, mouth falls open, in shock seeing her now, more blush.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 18:41:37 GMT -5
SW: She's adorable. Type, why've you been hogging her all this time? Type: I'd be lost without her, so no, you can't have her. SW: *To Mythic* So... I hear you're a bit of an illusionist?
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 19:10:40 GMT -5
She blushs, taking a few steps back, she nods quietly towards Silver Wands, having not been prepared for her sudden arrival, early at that.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 30, 2011 19:19:50 GMT -5
SW: Show me what you can do then, Miss Swirl.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 30, 2011 19:22:55 GMT -5
Blushing a bit, she nods, and waits a moment, her 5 clones approach, lining up with her, each bowing there head, her not sure what else to do to start, waits for first reaction.
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