[h3][center][b][color=d6ecef]Leonhard[/color][/b][/center][/h3]

[indent]Leonhard’s eye twitched, and he tilted his head to the right. Looking at Adara before, he could’ve sworn he saw something in her. Whatever it was, however, he could no longer see. Adara was pathetic. That much was clear to him now. How could a mage, someone who had that which he so desperately toiled to achieve, so nonchalantly doubt their magic. It was enraging. They have nothing left to redeem themselves.[/indent]
[indent]He took a deep breath. This didn’t mean Leonhard would give up on Adara. She would not be so lucky.[/indent]
[indent][color=d6ecef][b]”You can’t--”[/b][/color] Growling, Leonhard coughed, and checked in his tone to a more benign acoustic. [color=d6ecef][b]”You can’t mean that your magic is only relevant when given the resources. Not to mention, if you can’t do an on the spot demonstration, then you’ll hardly be prepared for any interviews come internship season.”[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent]Leonhard leaned forward, with an intense look in his eyes. [color=d6ecef][b]”Magic is not as simple as yesses and noes. It’s the very reflection of your will imposed on the physical world. Resources are useful, but their presence is just a catalyst -- though if you were to ask me, I’d call them handicaps. Magical circles are just an abstraction of the inscribed magic, it allows the inferior magicians not to worry about static magic prepared prior their ritual. Necromancers rely on bodies as the vessels for which them to defile and utilize, but given the proper knowledge, they need not but a spec of organic dust to fashion their own cadaver. Even magitech gear is just a middleman to make our lives easier. It’s all for the sake of making harder tasks possible for inferior mages.”[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent]Leonhard looked into Adara’s eyes.  [color=d6ecef][b]”Those who have magic should not rely on anything but their willpower. Those who have magic should not be content to call it below average. Magic is our determination to change the world. It is intelligence. It is wisdom. It is knowledge. It is an infinite number of hours spent pouring over textbooks and journals while you struggle to produce a spark strong enough to light a cigarette, all so that you’d be recognized as something more than a tragedy.”[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent]He turned away, breaking eye contact and looking at the rest of the crowd. [color=d6ecef][b]”You’re going to learn all of this, and so much more. You value your time, so if you’d like to minimize how much you waste, you’ll meet me after classes let out tomorrow.”[/b][/color] Leonhard looked over his shoulders. [color=d6ecef][b]”Whatever your magic is, you’ll show me it then. So be prepared. And then, once your resources are expended and you have nothing, I’ll teach you how to do it again.”[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent]Turning away once again, and walking off back towards the crowd, he muttered under his breath. [color=d6ecef][i]Each and every one of you will excel, no matter what it takes from my end.[/i][/color][/indent]

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