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Sep. 7th, 2005 10:46 pm[Some hours after this.]
*Andrew's clearly been doing some rummaging. Every weapon he owns is laid out on the desk, along with several rolled scrolls, one heavy book, and a few occult-looking odds and ends -- candles, crystals, bags of herbs, a pan-flute.*
*He seems to have forgotten what he was doing, though. Because right now he's sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the bed, with a blank book open on his knees.*
*...No, not quite blank. There's a small drawing on the page he's looking at: three stick figures, one shorter than the others, one with a conspicuously larger nose, with the word 'Good' scrawled nearby.*
*Andrew's clearly been doing some rummaging. Every weapon he owns is laid out on the desk, along with several rolled scrolls, one heavy book, and a few occult-looking odds and ends -- candles, crystals, bags of herbs, a pan-flute.*
*He seems to have forgotten what he was doing, though. Because right now he's sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the bed, with a blank book open on his knees.*
*...No, not quite blank. There's a small drawing on the page he's looking at: three stick figures, one shorter than the others, one with a conspicuously larger nose, with the word 'Good' scrawled nearby.*
