[center][h3]Anna Kerensky[/h3][/center]
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"You don't fool with magic because you are very boring, Clive," Anna said with a smirk, before another wave of nausea threatened the stability of her stomach, and left her side eyeing the desecrated bucket of organs.

"Don't you know that Jesus himself was a wizard?" She added when she finally managed to stave off the urge to vomit. Teasing the Gunslinger had rapidly become a cherished hobby for the trash alchemist. Clive was the serious sort. He was serious about guns. He was serious about killing monsters. And he was serious about his beliefs, less frequently uttered as they were. Anna, frequently lost in her own arcane fueled adventures, felt his seriousness had to be challenged, lest Eleanor and Clive somehow turn the Sunday Group into the Very Serious Sunday Group.