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[Walking down a hallway, a Luke is busy checking in every room he passes, looking for someone, and slamming doors loudly when he didn't find who he was looking for, cursing under his breath.] Dammit!

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It takes time to cast a spell. And only an instant to disrupt it.

Depends on who's casting. Or if it's really a spell at all.

[:3 Ohshi- is that a Mieu behind you, Asch? Blowing a Mieu Fire right at your ass? :3]

... [ that's some hot breath the little bugger has there, though he isn't going to let them know that. stepping on the damned cheagle is much more appealing. ]

[Which means you just left Luke the window of opportunity to smack you over the head with his staff. :D]

[ son of a-- this is why he despises replicas. ] Is there a reason you are so keen on beating my head in? You spout all this drivel about me caring about my damned replica, yet you're keeping me from finding him.

Like I said before, you need some sense beaten into you.

The only thing you're succeeding in doing is giving this moron a dent in the middle of his head.

And I'll heal him when he's himself again.

You do that. I have work to do. [ steps over the cheagle. ]

[fooooollowing him again~] You realize you're going in completely the wrong direction, right?

And how would you know that?

Because my room's near here, and I know no one's near mine?

.... [ sure as hell isn't going to thank him, but he does change directions. ]

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