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Gee Eris, thanks for summing up his dilemma. The mention of professional dueling got a raised eyebrow from the mage. Was that what Eris thought he wanted to do? Especially in the top leagues, the contenders there did nothing but train all day and if he didn't follow suit he'd just get murdered on live television. Way too much work. Was a quiet, simple existence free from exertion too much to ask? With Eris in the picture, probably.

[color=8585AD]"Yeah, I've considered all that, thanks for the narration,"[/color] Max snapped. Eris didn't express any preferences, at least, so he was probably just thinking out loud. Or fucking with him. [color=8585AD]"Could go mental magic and put you through another one of those tests everytime you irk me."[/color] Though Max didn't think any amount of pettiness could actually get him to sign up for the mental program, let alone their asinine telepathic group chat. He'd probably get banned from PsySpace in a day for rude conduct anyway.

[color=8585AD]"In any case, I'll pick something eventually, even if I have to flip a coin for it, don't get your panties in a twist."[/color] He waved a hand dismissively. Resources on magic were plentiful enough; if he [i]really[/i] needed to pick up a spell, he'd just do it, major or otherwise. Was this what being married to your work felt like? He might owe overcommited middle-aged men - and Ismene, probably - a mental apology. 
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