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[color=298e25]"Yeah, what he said,"[/color] Rohan nodded, sipping from his chalice. [color=298e25]"I'll be packing everything I've got, just in case. Magic bow, magic mask, magic staff, mundane sword and all. I like packing a back of tricks, helps when I don't always know what's coming."[/color] There probably wouldn't be any demonic beings in the Neverish. And if there were, it'd take a few days to make a jar of Flamepitch anyway. Any undead or odd barriers, though... That'd be workable. And he could always show someone else how to use one of his artifacts in a pinch. [color=298e25]"If you think you've got an easy way to escape, I guess you'd run it by Marino first, just in case. I'm bringing Root, his best skill is being a scout to find where's safe and-"[/color]

Rohan was interrupted when the doors blew open. That wasn't so unusual, but it was the wave of brown, dead leaves that followed that made his heart freeze and sat his senses on edge. The school was located in a pocket dimension, there shouldn't be any way for-

[i]Clank.[/i] His coffee-filled chalice was knocked to the floor as he was on his feet in a flash. The chair he'd sat in was turned over, and Rohan's left hand found itself on the hilt of his knife. He always kept it on him, even when he was here and not actively doing anything magical. He hadn't drawn it yet, but what he saw tempted him. [I]Magpies.[/i] Three, swooping this way and that, only to land on him. Two landed on his shoulders, the third landed on his head. Then, he didn't dare move a muscle. He stood still as oak, eyes flickering everywhere. The door, the others in the room, the birds perching on him.

Magpies were messengers that delivered signs of something yet to come. They were related to crows, both ecologically and in the myth of what a group of the birds meant. He knew what they signaled, Rohan had heard the rhymes before, and for someone like him, it often mattered most to commit such things to memory...

[i]One for sorrow, two for mirth.

Three for a funeral, four for a birth. 

Five for silver, six for gold.

Seven for a secret never to be told[/i]

Three rested on him. Was it a coincidence that someone's severed head was found? No, Rohan didn't think so. He wasn't convinced they didn't him for something. Not yet, anyway.

There was another piece of story to them. That one could ward away the ill omens with [i]respect.[/i] But that was said to only work on a single magpie, [i]one for sorrow,[/i] and he wasn't aware of anything that suggested meeting three. So Rohan relaxed his grip on his knife, and did his best to remain calm. If they were really here for him, they would've done more than perch on him. And if it came to that, the whole school would be in an emergency state on account of intruders, anyway. And that, he told himself, was assuming the could even get inside.

[color=298e25][i]"...Yōkoso, kasasagi san-biki,[/i][/color] He greeted them. [color=298e25]"What brings you here to us?"[/color]


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Yōkoso, kasasagi san-biki: Welcome, magpies three
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