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  1. *grins* *licks fingers* Actually the word is "blomde"
  2. ... Haly, listen to your mother. *proceeds to take bite of wizard*
  3. *blinks* we're still on this? *mildly impressed*
  4. I trap the sneeze in a bottle and use it to give @Vyzkel the flu and then take the sandwich while he is weak and sickly.
  5. The Wandering Wizard he/him Posted 50 minutes ago It's so much fun to leave this place and come back to people bickering over who can eat you xD
  6. "My bad..." Aalmzith said. "To be fair, I did say I'm not the best person to ask."
  7. "I-- yes, well. There's no use dwelling on what could have been, now is there?"
  8. Sry, I'm having trouble formulating an actual plot right now. I got one hour of sleep last night.
  9. He hesitated. "Well, yes. That was motivated entirely by boredom, but it turned out well, didn't it? I mean, that's one way to fall for a girl..."
  10. Aalmzith returns. "And that to anyone who says pranks are a bad thing!" He was unusually enthusiastic.
  11. Leopold reaches for the teapot to pour himself another cup. A ring at the bottom starts glowing a violent blue. "You're kidding! Even the teapot is self heating!" He slumps back in the chair. "I hate technology..." idk. My brain is tired/broken right now. I'm stuck on exploding teapots ig.
  12. He zips into the floor, across it, and subtly transfers to someone's boot. The boot promptly sticks to the floor, causing the man, who was a waiter, to trip, spilling glasses of champagne across several partygoers.
  13. Leopold perks up. "Tea, you say? What kind?" *Leopold proceeds to go into a half hour rant about the merits of various tea blends. This part of the story has been removed due to obscene amounts of boredom.*
  14. "Right." He follows, visiblely shying away from stacks of whirling gears and glowing lights.
  15. "Ah! Here we are!" He hands it over. "I... think it would be best for everyone concerned if I stay away from the goods."
  16. Granted. They're on your doorstep now. I wish for a grape.
  17. "Umm... No reason. I think I'll stay in here, perhaps find a boot to possess. You know. Just for kicks."
  18. "Ah, no. Technically I'm more like the match that lights the bomb." He sighs. He digs around in his pockets for some spare ryns.
  19. "Really?" Aalmzith becomes a stream of light and flows into the ceiling. He returns a moment later. "My, my. That is an invasion! How fun! What do you suppose the odd are that any of those weapons contain zinc?"
  20. "Hold on! You can't just." I pause. "Actually, I suppose after telling you that, I shouldn't be surprised, but come on! Have a little heart! Being a human flashlight isn't going to help me get out of the desert!"
  21. "Quite. Anyway, what is there to do around here? I would dance, but I'm afraid my semi-incorporeal nature would not promote positive reactions..."
  22. "I thought it was merely a vanity ability. Many people in my family were born with strange, but relatively useless magic powers. I can make my skin glow. Used subtly, it does wonders for my complexion." He hesitates. "And... It could also be useful in the survival situation, I suppose. Anyway, a while back, I discovered that it isn't just light. It's some kind of energy that automatically converts, when it hits an object, into whatever type of energy the object uses. It... Turns out that the conversion ratio between, (let us call it Cerulium,) and ciol is a bit... Drastic..."
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