[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989755-dcbb-757d-abd0-fb53f7f9c333.webp[/img][hr][COLOR=9A5B8A]Location:[/color] Library | Statue of Ardyon -> Mikhail's Office 
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Grimoire:[/color] Wild Magic Surge 
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Skills:[/color] N/A
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Wild Magic Build Up:[/color] triggers on a 1
[/center][hr][hr]	Jake was alone. 

	He did not mind it. He spent much of his short life alone. There was no one to talk to in the middle of the night when he could not sleep. It was part of what he adored about Frankie - that when the world felt small, his friend was there to brighten it and chase back the shadows and the cold. Any other moment, Jake would not have rushed off after Connie and Barty as they left him without a world, content instead to examine the change to his body - the light had dimmed away now and he felt much the same. He might have sat at the base of the statue and waited for them to return. But he felt something tugging at him deep, something intense and demanding and frantic. 

	He was needed. 

	S̴̷̸̛͖̖̖̼̭̭̭̰̟̲̬̮͓̤̟̼̼̗̝̀̎ͧ̒̍ͮ̇ͨ̎͛̀͊ͤ̋̃ͧ̓͘͘̚̚͢͟o̡̗͓̳̱̣̝͇͓̼̘͇̲̺͇̠͆́͌ͨͮͨ̂ͩ̄̂̒͒̿͛̍ͣͧ̎͞͠m̢̞̫̣̜͗͗̆ͩ̆e̴̢̦͓̣ͬͬ̓͊ơ̙͚ͩ̅̾͐ͬ͆̄͗̌̋n̖̣̂́͌̔̔ͪ̌ȩ̵̵̨̢͎͈̬̪̮̠͈ͪ̆͑̋̓̂̈́͂̾́̄ͅͅͅ ñ̝̙̙͐ͯ̕͝ḙ̸̢̛̥̟͚̙͉̟̰̗̳̫̩͖̜̗̘̗̻͈̽̋̾͛͋̃̽̎ͨ̀ͨ̈́̊̈́̊̀̏͑ͧͬͭ̚͟͢͜è̢̢̛͍͍̼̀̌̄̒̄ͮ̅͊ͤ̕͟ͅd̨ͣ͝_̛̛̜̘͔̬̝͔̺̟̞̯̫̲͆̀ͫ̽̓ͫͩ̅̊͂̅͊͆ͥ͐̈̎̚͠ͅę̢̛̞͚͓̜͚̭͕̞̻͖͔̦̭̼̱̣͍̟̓̐͐̇̍ͯ͑ͥͤͬ̽͛̐̅̆̔̀́ͨ̄̒͗̆͜͟d̦̪̲͔̈̓̑ͥ h̳̿̎̕͜ì̴̺̥ͬ_m̵̶̼͔̥̰̱̝̬̹͍͔̓ͫ̀͌̏̊̔̑ͤ̉̂͟͡ 

	His breath hitched in his throat and the next thing he knew, he was rushing into Mikhail's office. 

	His movements were jerky and uncoordinated, his body stiff until it wasn't, slow until he was rapid, his face almost frozen in a single expression, before rapidly fear and concern rippled across his features. Nicky was unharmed and relief filled him, but that same driving force continued to prompt him, as he slid to a halt beside Willow. Connie was here - but something told him that Connie wasn't enough, as he looked on at the wound with someone else's eyes, someone else's fear. [COLOR=9A5B8A]"I can,"[/color] he hiccuped [COLOR=9A5B8A]"fix this."[/color] He didn't know any healing magic, he didn't know what he was capable of - but certainty filled him as he knelt down next to Willow, looking at her injury and taking a deep breath, before he suddenly stilled. 

	He didn't flash with light this time nor did he dim - instead, he became transparent, translucent as a ghost yet still tangible. He didn't say a single word, didn't move, didn't have a single thought in his head as a tendril of pink-purple magic snaked its way out of the ground. It slowly slithered its way up Willow to her injury, before attaching itself to her and yanking suddenly, the wound transferring from Willow to the tendril. It snaked its way back to the ground, slipping between the floor boards, before vanishing from sight and color returned to Jake, sweat and exhaustion gripping him. 
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	[COLOR=9A5B8A]"A̸̢̙̠̝̤̠ͤͧ̃̀͑ͯ̍̅̈́ͦ b͖̓h̷̛͔͙̦̪͚̼̼͈̬̖̮͓̦̳̟̠̃̓̊̾͋̐͑ͫ̍̌ͪ͑̓̇̀͛͂́̊̕̚ͅͅẹ̸̗̄̅͋̉̇͗͢i̴̪̓͞ļ̵̶̷̨̻̩̰̞̼̹̜̮͎̙̯̗͔̹̱͕̓ͮ̈́̅͂̐͒̑̐̔̂̉̋ͬ̀ͦ̌ͯ̈́̊̕̕͞͡͡ͅ t̻̙͋͊ͫ̉͘h̪̝̥̳͓͕̳͍̲͚̞͑ͯ̾̐ͤͮͩ͆ͪ́̉͝ͅu͓ c̨̙̞̠̮̬͎̠̘͗͆̇͊ͤ̇ͭ̄ͭ͜͠e͙͐a̴̛̜̹̮͔̫͚̰̞̥ͧ̎̀̏̑͆̉ͦ͐̔̊̿̕͟͞ͅr̸̡̛̜̠̗̣͚̠͔͙̯̜̖ͦ͛̎̋̆ͧ͛ͤ͗̆̃̈̈͊͌̾̌̏͑ͩ̀̒̈̕͘͢͟͠͞͞ͅt̸̵̵̢̤͙͙̘̘͈̣̹̲̼͍̝͍̹͇̲͆̅̽ͨ̐͒̽̄̇̊̀ͩ̏̾ͪͮ͛͒́̋̅̈͊̚͟ g̮u̞_̷͇̠̙͕̫͙͍̥̪͎̘̩̠̀̃͂͋͐̽̄̀̇ͩͭ͞ͅ l̛ͥ̍ͣͥ̚͢ȩ̷̡̠͕̫̑ͦ̈̓ͧͤ̄̌ͧ͜͡ò̸̢̢̨̤̫̟̫̜̱̲͇̬̩͉͈̥ͦͯ͒ͣͥ̇̅̌̀̽ͮ͛̀̀̃͐͛͋ͫͫ́̌͊͒͜͟͠ͅͅr̶͍̫,̷̢̡̡̨̰̤̬͈͎̩͇͈͇͑ͥ̆́͂̍̄̂̓̓́ͥ̇̊̾͋͜ P̵͕̹ͫͭ͌͝ą̻̦̪̮̼͈̺͚͔͔̀̏͊̎̽ͥ̕͢͞͝e̷̡̡͇̤͖̖̖̻̝̯̣͓̻̼̺̣̻̖ͥ̈́̅ͣ̽͂͒̓̃ͮ̒ͫ̊̌̕͜͟͜͢͞͞d̙͖̠̀ͮŕ̸̷̩̦͕̟̠͈̭͖̲̤̞̩̮̳̜̙̣̔̉̔̏̒͂͊̓̓́͑͂̈́̆ͦ̃̀͐ͨͨ͋͌̀̉͡ͅų̵͍̮̖̞̙̺̼̭̝͔͇͖̳̖͖̯̓̉̌͛̔ͭ̽̿̈́ͪ̊̍ͦ̇̔͘s̨̧̳͕̜̞̣̣̖̥͆̂ͩ̾̇̀̌_̛͇ͦ̒͊͒̅ͫ̔̓ͧͨͤ̚͟͝?͓̭̅ͫ̋̏ͦͦ͡_̦̮͔͊̎"[/color]

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.[/color][hider=Translations]Gaelic - A bheil thu ceart gu leòr, Paedrus = Are you okay, Paedrus?[/hider]