[An action post]
Palom stood in front of the grocery store, his face pressed up tightly against the glass. It would not have been entirely out of character for him to merely salivate and stare, dreams of ice cream and sweets fluttering through his mind. But no. Other thoughts were occupying the boy's head. Namely: was it worth it to try? If he
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She wished she could feel the magic, but that part of her was still sealed tight, no matter how she meditated or tried to draw it out of herself. But it was quite easy to see and hear. "Palom!" she hissed, looking around as she hurried over. "The police are going to see this," she said, but she watched what he was doing. Fire and Blizzard... that wasn't a bad idea, actually.
"How long have you been at this?"
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" . . . A while." Palom paused for a breath, panting as he parked his butt onto the ground. "I don't think it's gonna work." And of course, all this effort had just gone to make him even hungrier. Staring at the food through the windows certainly didn't help matters; though there was soot and frost all over the glass, he could tell that it wasn't even close to breaking. If it was even glass at all.
"What're we gonna do, sis?" He continued after a short pause, wiping his sweaty hair out of his face. "Do ya think they'll give the food back if they find out who broke in?"
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"I know... they seem to cover everything," said Porom with a frown. "Using fire and ice together was a good idea, though."
She sat next to him, a look of concern on her face. How much energy had he just burned up doing that? And in the summer, too... she shook her head at his question. "No. They already know who broke in--that's how people are brainwashed for punishment. They just want to turn us against each other and make us obey their rules."
She waited for him to recover more--but after that, she was going to take him back to her house and give him some of the little food she had managed to gather.
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He noted the expression on Porom's face. "It's OK. They said we don't die here, so -- might as well do everything I can." The boy scooted over to a grassy section of the ground and flopped over backwards. "And yeah, you're probably right. But maybe once we start arguing and stuff, they'll give the food back anyway. Maybe we should fake it."
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I'm starting to figure that out. Go and draw a person-sized hole on the glass or something.
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[She draws the hole, but... nothing. Still not defeated, she draws a huge golem, as big as a car - the biggest she can manage at the moment. It pounds away at the glass fruitlessly until Relm finally flops onto the ground in exhaustion.]
...This is stupid.
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[He flops back as well, having been sitting down the moment before.]
I'm starting to wonder why cows can eat grass and why we can't. Wanna give that a shot?
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