"Vincent, what did I tell you last week about losing your cool and losing a battle?" Alysis said, reading a titled [I]Origins for Dummies: How to become a D&D Sorcerer[/I], while admitting to herself that perhaps just throwing magic around without Arias to focus her magic, while necessary during her early days, may have been inefficient. "Just chill. You'll find a card. You can start panicking when you have to fight me in the finals." Tucked towards the back of her book, ready to be used as a bookmark, was her Saber card, soon to be wakened from its slumber.
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Shin Kitsumoto meditated, feeling himself become empty, yet at the same time, whole. He felt a moment of brief perfection, and then it passed. Shin smiled. It was getting easier for him to fully sink into a meditative trance. Doing so always left him with a feeling a certainty about his life. He opened his eyes and smiled down at his back pocket.
"Soon, it will be time for us to fight together, Lancer." he said.
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"Hey old man, can we-"
"No." Allen Galfore said instantly, glaring at the self-entitled brats in front of him. "First off, I'm not old. Second, that's [I]my[/I] booze. Third, you aren't old enough to drink, and I don't want to have another "discussion" with Avenger. So buzz off." He slammed the bathroom door on underaged drinkers in waiting, sighing heavily.
"I hope you'll be able to help me ward off those brats when you're here, Archer." he said, pulling his Arcana card out of his pocket.
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Marcus Philman gazed. So many walrus's. Some of them slumped along, others gathering in circles and chattering, while others made out or outright engaged in intercourse in discreet corners of the room. At least, they [I]would[/I] have been discreet if those hiding in them weren't walrus's. Marcus blinked. Now there were praying mantis's. He blinked again. Turtles. Blink. Cakes. Blink. Cubist paintings. Blink. Gondoliers, complete with there boats. Marcus snickered as he blinked one last time, allowing his perception to align with the generally accepted reality, his classmates returning to the form of normal students.
"Ahhh, things are going to be more fun that [I]ever[/I] once you get here, Rider." he said to his Card.
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Victoria Allstead humming cheerfully to herself as she took apart the fireworks she ordered and started putting them back together in far more potent, and far more lethal combinations on the roof of the Wood Gate.
"This going to be so much fuuuuun~ This going to be so much fuuuuun~" she sang. "Are you as excited as I am, Assassin?" she asked. Her card was unresponsive. "I thought so!"
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Mark Ilnsen smiled, reclining in his bed as the insects buzzed around him. Such pathetic creatures were beneath him, unworthy to even call themselves Magi. Once he won this foolish tournament and proved his power, his family would have no choice but to strip his worthless brother of the family Crest and award it to him as they should have. Then he would no longer have to associate with this filth.
"You are the only one worthy of my attention, Caster." Mark said, holding his card up to his face. "After all, the might of your magic made you a legend. Anything else could never win an ounce of my respect."
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Jacob Fitzgerald was having a trying time. "Come on, dude." one of his classmates urged him while Jacob was trying to read in the library. "You're a good looking guy, you're practically a bishonen; the girls will be all [I]over[/I] you, and the rest of us will be bound to pick up some of the run off as a result. Do your brothers in arms a solid!"
"Going on a group date to act as bait once does not make us brothers in arms." Jacob said without looking up. "And none of you have ever done anything in return. I stand firm in my refusal."
"What's there to repay! We each manage to get a girl while you leave with dozens! That we lead to to such a gold mine should be repayment enough!"
"I have no interest with spending my days frittering around like you do," Jacob said, turning the page of his book on alchemic regeneration, "and even if I did, I still would not fid being mauled by the opposite gender rewarding. They got excessively violent when I turned them down."
"Wait, you didn't sleep with any of them? What are you, gay?"
"I don't know. I never had the chance to find out." Jacob said.
"What?"
"Its nothing. I'm not going, that's final. Leave me be."
"Fine! We'll pick up so many chicks without you help that you'll cry and beg to let you hang out with us."
"I doubt that." Jacob said as his acquaintance stomped off. He pull a card out of his sweater. "I hope that things won't get even more irritating once you get here, Berserker." he sighed.