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[liugan]

I will not be powerless forever, writer dear. Try as hard as you might to prevent it, I will find a way to get my magic back. I am not going to stand around idly casting light spells to amuse the children.

And wasn't my shapeshifting one of your more favourite opportunities for ... shenanigans?

You cannot keep it from me for long. Distracting me with meeting new people is a temporary fix. Once I return to solitude, I will have it back, no matter what it takes.

Comments

[jeebies]

Why not?

[liugan]

Why not what?

[jeebies]

Why not cast spells to amuse the children? That you would do so is very considerate!

[liugan]

I've not run into a single child in the city, and if I had, my first inclination would be to skewer them where they stood.

[jeebies]

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That is a terrible thing to say!

[liugan]

[ villain, sweetheart. ]

They make terrible noises. They are better silenced.

[jeebies]

[Daughter of Hera, biatch.]

Oh! I hope you've not any offspring, lest they suffer your terrible contempt!

[liugan]

The difference between the two is, my children are well behaved, and know when to be quiet.

[jeebies]

[Hebe frowns, not believing him.]

You are still a horrible man.

[liugan]

I am aware, thank you.

[jeebies]

[If she glares long enough, will he turn into a peacock?]

[liugan]

[ Not if he turns into a raven and flies away first. ]

[jeebies]

[Where has that been seen before...]