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Rain and Merci are now back to hanging out together. Rain is doing an intense ab workout while Merci pricks each of his own fingers.

*I'm so glad that I have escaped romance on this thread*

 *Ugh nevermind my irl place is so much worse than here rn.*

 *kay you wanna rp then?*

Asha walks over to them. “What’re you doing, new kid?”

 Merci looks up, his hand is covered in blood. “I dunno. Waiting for Rain to finish his workout.”

 “I havent seen you before. Who are you?” She looks at his hand. “Also why are you stabbing yourself?”

 “I’m Merci Sinistra. I’m stabbing myself to give these new obsidian blades a taste for blood.” He brushes this off like it’s not weird at all.

 “Ah. I’ve heard that blades can learn things. That they have feelings.”

 “That’s true for special blades. I have too many to care about each individual one.”

He takes his pouch and opens it above the ground. Several dozen knives start to spill out onto the ground before he closes it. (bag of holding carrying all the knife’s he’s collected.) “My spells mostly involve knives.”

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Rain and Merci are now back to hanging out together. Rain is doing an intense ab workout while Merci pricks each of his own fingers.

*I'm so glad that I have escaped romance on this thread*

 *Ugh nevermind my irl place is so much worse than here rn.*

 *kay you wanna rp then?*

Asha walks over to them. “What’re you doing, new kid?”

 Merci looks up, his hand is covered in blood. “I dunno. Waiting for Rain to finish his workout.”

 “I havent seen you before. Who are you?” She looks at his hand. “Also why are you stabbing yourself?”

 “I’m Merci Sinistra. I’m stabbing myself to give these new obsidian blades a taste for blood.” He brushes this off like it’s not weird at all.

 “Ah. I’ve heard that blades can learn things. That they have feelings.”

 “That’s true for special blades. I have too many to care about each individual one.”

He takes his pouch and opens it above the ground. Several dozen knives start to spill out onto the ground before he closes it. (bag of holding carrying all the knife’s he’s collected.) “My spells mostly involve knives.”

 She makes a sound of agreement, slightly startled by the sheer number of knives.

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Rain and Merci are now back to hanging out together. Rain is doing an intense ab workout while Merci pricks each of his own fingers.

*I'm so glad that I have escaped romance on this thread*

 *Ugh nevermind my irl place is so much worse than here rn.*

 *kay you wanna rp then?*

Asha walks over to them. “What’re you doing, new kid?”

 Merci looks up, his hand is covered in blood. “I dunno. Waiting for Rain to finish his workout.”

 “I havent seen you before. Who are you?” She looks at his hand. “Also why are you stabbing yourself?”

 “I’m Merci Sinistra. I’m stabbing myself to give these new obsidian blades a taste for blood.” He brushes this off like it’s not weird at all.

 “Ah. I’ve heard that blades can learn things. That they have feelings.”

 “That’s true for special blades. I have too many to care about each individual one.”

He takes his pouch and opens it above the ground. Several dozen knives start to spill out onto the ground before he closes it. (bag of holding carrying all the knife’s he’s collected.) “My spells mostly involve knives.”

 She makes a sound of agreement, slightly startled by the sheer number of knives.

 Rain sits up. “He’s obsessed. It’s unhealthy.”

Merci snaps and a knife appears above Rain’s leg, sinking into his thigh like butter. Rain pulls it out. “That was uncalled for.”

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Rain and Merci are now back to hanging out together. Rain is doing an intense ab workout while Merci pricks each of his own fingers.

*I'm so glad that I have escaped romance on this thread*

 *Ugh nevermind my irl place is so much worse than here rn.*

 *kay you wanna rp then?*

Asha walks over to them. “What’re you doing, new kid?”

 Merci looks up, his hand is covered in blood. “I dunno. Waiting for Rain to finish his workout.”

 “I havent seen you before. Who are you?” She looks at his hand. “Also why are you stabbing yourself?”

 “I’m Merci Sinistra. I’m stabbing myself to give these new obsidian blades a taste for blood.” He brushes this off like it’s not weird at all.

 “Ah. I’ve heard that blades can learn things. That they have feelings.”

 “That’s true for special blades. I have too many to care about each individual one.”

He takes his pouch and opens it above the ground. Several dozen knives start to spill out onto the ground before he closes it. (bag of holding carrying all the knife’s he’s collected.) “My spells mostly involve knives.”

 She makes a sound of agreement, slightly startled by the sheer number of knives.

 Rain sits up. “He’s obsessed. It’s unhealthy.”

Merci snaps and a knife appears above Rain’s leg, sinking into his thigh like butter. Rain pulls it out. “That was uncalled for.”

 “Do you have to snap for it to work?”

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Rain and Merci are now back to hanging out together. Rain is doing an intense ab workout while Merci pricks each of his own fingers.

*I'm so glad that I have escaped romance on this thread*

 *Ugh nevermind my irl place is so much worse than here rn.*

 *kay you wanna rp then?*

Asha walks over to them. “What’re you doing, new kid?”

 Merci looks up, his hand is covered in blood. “I dunno. Waiting for Rain to finish his workout.”

 “I havent seen you before. Who are you?” She looks at his hand. “Also why are you stabbing yourself?”

 “I’m Merci Sinistra. I’m stabbing myself to give these new obsidian blades a taste for blood.” He brushes this off like it’s not weird at all.

 “Ah. I’ve heard that blades can learn things. That they have feelings.”

 “That’s true for special blades. I have too many to care about each individual one.”

He takes his pouch and opens it above the ground. Several dozen knives start to spill out onto the ground before he closes it. (bag of holding carrying all the knife’s he’s collected.) “My spells mostly involve knives.”

 She makes a sound of agreement, slightly startled by the sheer number of knives.

 Rain sits up. “He’s obsessed. It’s unhealthy.”

Merci snaps and a knife appears above Rain’s leg, sinking into his thigh like butter. Rain pulls it out. “That was uncalled for.”

 “Do you have to snap for it to work?”

 “Not really. Most hand movements work. The wider the movement, the more knives I can summon.” 

He opens his arms wide in a large gesture. Dozens of knives appear around Rain. They don’t actually attack him though, as Merci knows that could kill him.

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Rain and Merci are now back to hanging out together. Rain is doing an intense ab workout while Merci pricks each of his own fingers.

*I'm so glad that I have escaped romance on this thread*

 *Ugh nevermind my irl place is so much worse than here rn.*

 *kay you wanna rp then?*

Asha walks over to them. “What’re you doing, new kid?”

 Merci looks up, his hand is covered in blood. “I dunno. Waiting for Rain to finish his workout.”

 “I havent seen you before. Who are you?” She looks at his hand. “Also why are you stabbing yourself?”

 “I’m Merci Sinistra. I’m stabbing myself to give these new obsidian blades a taste for blood.” He brushes this off like it’s not weird at all.

 “Ah. I’ve heard that blades can learn things. That they have feelings.”

 “That’s true for special blades. I have too many to care about each individual one.”

He takes his pouch and opens it above the ground. Several dozen knives start to spill out onto the ground before he closes it. (bag of holding carrying all the knife’s he’s collected.) “My spells mostly involve knives.”

 She makes a sound of agreement, slightly startled by the sheer number of knives.

 Rain sits up. “He’s obsessed. It’s unhealthy.”

Merci snaps and a knife appears above Rain’s leg, sinking into his thigh like butter. Rain pulls it out. “That was uncalled for.”

 “Do you have to snap for it to work?”

 “Not really. Most hand movements work. The wider the movement, the more knives I can summon.” 

He opens his arms wide in a large gesture. Dozens of knives appear around Rain. They don’t actually attack him though, as Merci knows that could kill him.

 “That’s cool. I can do illusions.”

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Merci tilts his head. “Is that useful at all? Rain’s practically blind, so I dunno how that would work on him.”

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Merci tilts his head. “Is that useful at all? Rain’s practically blind, so I dunno how that would work on him.”

 “Illusions are more than just sight. They can play tricks on all your senses.”

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Merci tilts his head. “Is that useful at all? Rain’s practically blind, so I dunno how that would work on him.”

 “Illusions are more than just sight. They can play tricks on all your senses.”

 “Huh. That’s cool. I was born without a sense of touch.”

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Merci tilts his head. “Is that useful at all? Rain’s practically blind, so I dunno how that would work on him.”

 “Illusions are more than just sight. They can play tricks on all your senses.”

 “Huh. That’s cool. I was born without a sense of touch.”

 “Is that why you can prick yourself and not feel anything?”

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Merci tilts his head. “Is that useful at all? Rain’s practically blind, so I dunno how that would work on him.”

 “Illusions are more than just sight. They can play tricks on all your senses.”

 “Huh. That’s cool. I was born without a sense of touch.”

 “Is that why you can prick yourself and not feel anything?”

 “Yes. I don’t feel pain.”

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Merci tilts his head. “Is that useful at all? Rain’s practically blind, so I dunno how that would work on him.”

 “Illusions are more than just sight. They can play tricks on all your senses.”

 “Huh. That’s cool. I was born without a sense of touch.”

 “Is that why you can prick yourself and not feel anything?”

 “Yes. I don’t feel pain.”

 “Interesting.”

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Merci tilts his head. “Is that useful at all? Rain’s practically blind, so I dunno how that would work on him.”

 “Illusions are more than just sight. They can play tricks on all your senses.”

 “Huh. That’s cool. I was born without a sense of touch.”

 “Is that why you can prick yourself and not feel anything?”

 “Yes. I don’t feel pain.”

 “Interesting.”

 “Who are you?”

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Merci tilts his head. “Is that useful at all? Rain’s practically blind, so I dunno how that would work on him.”

 “Illusions are more than just sight. They can play tricks on all your senses.”

 “Huh. That’s cool. I was born without a sense of touch.”

 “Is that why you can prick yourself and not feel anything?”

 “Yes. I don’t feel pain.”

 “Interesting.”

 “Who are you?”

 “Asha Amsler.”

Cyrus is passed out on the floor in his room 

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Cyrus is passed out on the floor in his room 

 He feels a knife poke his face. If he looks up, he sees the crimson haired new kid, Merci, staring at him from above with an unsettling gaze.

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Cyrus is passed out on the floor in his room 

 He feels a knife poke his face. If he looks up, he sees the crimson haired new kid, Merci, staring at him from above with an unsettling gaze.

 He groans and opens his eyes “you real or part of my imagination?”

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Cyrus is passed out on the floor in his room 

 He feels a knife poke his face. If he looks up, he sees the crimson haired new kid, Merci, staring at him from above with an unsettling gaze.

 He groans and opens his eyes “you real or part of my imagination?”

 Merci cocks his head. “Isn’t that a bit deep?”

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Cyrus is passed out on the floor in his room 

 He feels a knife poke his face. If he looks up, he sees the crimson haired new kid, Merci, staring at him from above with an unsettling gaze.

 He groans and opens his eyes “you real or part of my imagination?”

 Merci cocks his head. “Isn’t that a bit deep?”

 “For all I know this could all be a dream. Maybe just me in a coma. Or maybe none of us are real for we are nothing but figments of someone’s imagination.”