Reads one of those no evidence magazines; an article about a man in a tinfoil hat yelling about memory wipes and what not. Now bored, he tossed the magazine over the balcony, sighing as he waited for any real intel on Tartarus.
Now standing at the crime scene that was once a library, Reve knelt down to pick up some of the remaining ash, letting it fall through his hands. “So what did they steal exactly?”
“Apparently something is happening at Port Hargeon. It’s a bit too far for any immediate action, so I hope they’re alright.”
“Oi…” blink. “Are you deaf? I said no, Talia. Go ask Kuro or someone else that actually has time for you.”
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He looked up to see Talia in front of him, causing him to groan. “Kid, I don’t join teams. Either I’m making one or I’m solo, and if I make one..” He leaned over, flicking her forhead. “You definitely wouldn’t be on it.”
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Shakes his head no. “But I mean… whatever makes him happy, I guess?”
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He leaned back in his seat a bit more, chuckling once at the jab. “My talents reach all type of mages, you know. They’re all equally fodder to me.”