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[gremlinctrouble]

Again. She'd kept the process secret other than two mogs and one of her old necromancer contact back on Kesaid. No one had known. No one could know. She'd prepared to the tiniest detail. The right circles in the right angles. The right stones in the right places. She even special ordered a set of black robes with summoner stones sewn into the

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[name_of_thorn]

*Disturbed by the powerful ritual magic being performed in the house, Thorn lingers at the door, hesitant to go in, but worried for his employer. Restless, he paces just outside the door on the crutches, and the soft, rythmic tapping of it may eventually break through into Anna's notice...*

[gremlinctrouble]

Anna twitched, snarling a second later. Her face relaxed, mewling some as her mind worked to obtain a normal expression that wouldn't change two seconds later. The woman pulled herself into a stand, hair falling over her face and shoulders to half hide her features. Turning dully, Anna let blaring orange eyes fall on Thorn. Dark watery lines had streamed down her cheeks, collecting at her pale chin.

[name_of_thorn]

((Hmh? Assumed there was a closed door between them.))

*He looks startled, then guilty.* "Err... Miss Trüble, Ma'am...? 'S everything all right?" *He still hangs off the crutches, but he looks somewhat recovered from his run-in with the posessed Courtney.*

[gremlinctrouble]

Her eyes douse in intensity, brows ducking back in a sorrowful wince. A staggering step takes backwards, putting just that much more space between them, though it pained her to have to do such to a friend. A shakey hand raises to her cheeks, sweeping away the dark watery lines from her face. His question brings nothing but a simple lie as she nods, attempting a smile that was far weaker than than she'd ever given him.