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“Yeah speaking of which, do we just pick an empty room or what?” Mars says.
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“If he even cares, didn’t he tell us all to go here like, an hour ago? When is he gonna show up? Or is this some kind of weird mind-game?” Mars says. <i>Although that would be kinda cool… </i>he thinks to himself.
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“Well, it’s a little complicated. There’s Conjuration Magic, which is what I did with the bed, and more simple stuff like the teleportation across the room. That’s easy to do as long as your target doesn’t resist. I can do more, but I don’t want to attract attention. Y’know, school rules and all.”
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“Interesting.” Mars says. He looks to his side only to find that Tyler has fallen asleep. “Gosh, I’m getting real tired of making furniture.” Mars mumbles as he conjures up a simple bed and teleports it and Tyler to the corner of the gym.
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“My name is Marshall, but you can just call me Mars. And your name is?..” Mars asks, still glancing at the man who had brought up bounty hunters.
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“Uh, is something wrong?” says Mars, looking to the man who had just yelled across the gym. “You seem kinda, bent out of shape.”
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“Sure, should be around here somewhere…” Mars rustles through his bag, and after a couple of seconds of searching, snaps his fingers and a small needle and a spool of thread rise up out of the bag. “Here you go.” he says, and hands the items to the student.
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Mars turns to the new arrival. “Hey, dude, you might want to get those cuts checked out. I’m not a specializer in healing, so anything I could do could probably be done better, but if you want I could try to fix them with a little healing spell.”
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“Well, yeah. Magic. It’s a gift few are born with, but I discovered it… Rather early on in life…” Mars trails off, lost in thought.
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“Just studying up on some magic, caught word of the school around the streets, figured why not. Wanted to see what this place has to offer, y’know?” Mars replies.
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Mars cautiously reaches out and shakes Tyler’s hand. “So why are you here? What are you studying?” he asks.
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Mars shrugs his shoulders and summons a beanbag chair for the new kid who just walked in. “Is this the school of mute?” he questions. “Nobody seems to be saying anything.”
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Mars eyes the new kid over. “You’re in the right spot, kid.” he says. “At any rate, when is this principal going to make his appearance?”
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Mars rolls his eyes and teleports the fallen nearby cat-girl back to her feet with a wave of his hand, and opens a book and starts to read.
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Mars reaches into his bag and pulls out a map of the school, and with a few quick quill strokes, transcribes the map onto his scroll. He mutters some incantations, which are lost in the wind, and disappears to the gymnasium in a flash of bright purple, beanbag chair and all.