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[center][h1]The Artist arrives!... In the desert?...[/h1][/center]
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Fiske followed suit of the others as he was thrown out of the portal although he was not one to make an ungraceful entrance. The boy used his kinetic magic to redirect his momentum into a flip, landing gracefully on his feet soon after as he took a pose akin to having finished a dance. [color=#FF00FF]“Opa!~”[/color] Bowing towards his nonexistent audience 

He soon enough got to realize that his normal attire was not suited for this arid.. Hot.. Horrid place. A desert. Quickly drawing and casting to keep his body from potentially overheating. [color=#FF00FF]“Why do people choose to even live here?!”[/color] He grabbed onto his collar of his vest. 

Seeing the others prepare to fight got him rather hesitant to stand out any further. A shiver appeared on the poor lad’s expression as he spotted Benedetto’s grin. [color=#FF00FF]“A way to get there?..”[/color] The boy was on his toes, prepared to move out of the way if the Revidian wanted to show off his brawn like usual.