[h1][b][i][color=FF9A4F][center]Leah Jordan[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ktEJkOK.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=FF9A4F][b]Location[/b][/color]: Fortune Shack > The Hammer
[color=FF9A4F][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Punching things and throwing rocks
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Well.

Shit.

Agatha's readings seemed less like a reading and more like a heavy prophecy that hung over Leah's head. Of course, she understood [i]exactly[/i] what it meant. There wasn't anything cryptic to decipher in the meaning, no extra questions that came from ones already answered. No, it was about as clear an answer as anyone could possibly get. She had to kill him one day, and make sure he was actually dead this time. She was hoping that day wouldn't actually come, or if it did, that it wouldn't come for a long time. Though, it already [i]has[/i] been a long time, so it could be tomorrow for all Leah knew. Oh well. Under normal circumstances, Leah chose to punch things in a philosophical, nigh meditative way when she had a big question she needed to think for a while. The sound of absurdly strong fists hitting a punching bag was like the language of the universe flowing through her ears, giving her the wisdom she needed.

These were not normal circumstances. Normal circumstances didn't involve a prophecy written in the stars... Or was it the cards? Was it both? Honestly, Leah didn't know. Maybe it was in the stones, considering Leah was handed a tool of divination from Agatha. She didn't even [i]understand[/i] divination. Alas, it was a gift, so she would keep it. She had punched things enough today, so instead, Leah felt like testing her luck against another cosmic force of nature that wasn't destiny, but worthiness. Whatever the hell that meant. Leah walked across the academy grounds until she got to the hammer, which no one seemed to be testing themselves against by the time she got there.

[color=FF9A4F]"Hammer, hammer, on the ground. Does your judgement deem me truly sound?"[/color] She mused aloud, and then knelt down to reach her grip around the handle. And then, with all the might and heft of one who could shatter a mountain, Leah made an attempt to lift the hammer from where it sat. There was likely some otherworldly presence watching out of curiosity, or amusement at the notion that someone of her... descent could lift it. Alas, Leah was not one to avoid taking shots the had the opportunity to take.