Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26444332-20171017021812

'Well, Cher... wait, tons of misinformation?' she asks, suspicious, before her eyes widen in horror, a magic circle opens, and she shouts a single word.

'Stigma!'

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Artoria finds several books on interesting topics and had just settled down to read when a single, magically-enhanced word reverberated through the compound if not the whole city: Stigma. The nightmares of child and adult alike, the insane murderers, the bearers of the Cursed Eyes that slaughtered everything and everyone in their path, leaving only ashes and dust in their wake.

As soon as the cry goes out, every Mage begins running, some collecting books, others casting spells to return and seal them in their place. The elderly gentleman who had helped her before shakes one bony finger at her, and the books fly back to their chains.

'You... You were with that foul creature!' he cries, spittle flying. 'I won't have it. I won't have the secrets of the ancient masters betrayed to a Devil's Eye!'

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'Ma'am, a Stigma has been reported. A magically enhanced shout was received from the Mages' Quarters.'

'Any locks?'

'We've detected several, but the mages in the vicinity make it difficult to track specific Flow trails.'

'Move in. I'll be along behind you.'