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Started December 01, 2019 by @The_Painted_Wings groupDMs open!

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Franziska got up and stretched, checking the movement of her arm. Then she randomly punched a tree, leaving the bark cracked. Yep, it was fully healed, not even a scar to show for her battle. Immediately after, she looked like she was about to slip away from the camp when Miles grabbed her forearm and stared at her sternly. Franziska tugged her arm away, but Miles continued his glare.

He spoke quietly to her, basically unintelligible to everyone except them. Franziska looked…upset. But not her usual anger, more like Miles’ shameful grimace. The man seemed like he was trying to calmly convince her to do something.

Varuni immidetly pointed to the tree and said "douse. Douse the flames." and the flames on the tree went out. "Usually, magic is a mystical color, one that i can't describe.. its.. almost like a purpley orangeish silverey color… that… dosent make sense… I call is Mystive. magic also usually makes some sort of pattern, even if the pattern is hidden. The forest appears… almost black… except also green and red, and yellow somehow. all at the same time. its like the opposite of Mystive. it also has absolutely no pattern, there are uneven jagged lines, circles, triangles, curvy shapes… and a lot more. and its loud. Magic usually has a music, a soft chime to it. this is more like screaming." Varuni said, as her eyes went back to normal.

Joel looks at the tree, then his hand.

"But- my hand-" he says sadly, flapping his hand again.

"Douse? Extinguish? Kablooey?" he rattles off.

Kablooey worked. God, it worked.

The nearby trees were vaporized and Joel now stood in a crater 10 feet deep.

"Oops-"

"ah… Reverse? bring back our stuff?" Varuni tried. "Heal? Undo? Vicissim?" the latin translation worked, and all the matter (and fire on joel's hand) was back. "Douse fire on hand." It started to work, but the fire sputtered back. "douse ignem manibus" Varuni tried, working this time. "Ha! Latin for the win!"

(There most definitely was a loud boom, akin to the sound of 4 pounds of C4 going off all at once)

Joel looks around, relieved.

"Latin, huh?"

Luckily for Miles, the tremor from the explosion was only as bad as a plane landing. But Franziska wasn’t as fortunate; as soon as the boom rang out, she latched herself onto Miles’ arm, eyes wide, her fingers digging into him, barely cushioned by multiple layers of clothing.
The older prosecutor could feel her heart pounding through her chest. He didn’t know what to do, she’d never acted like this before. He set his eyes on Maya, who knew much more about emotions than he did, asking her for help with just a facial expression.

(no!) "Yes, Latin. I internshiped with the latin at some point. forever ago."