text; un: warden

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how do you do magic if you're not a mage

fake magic for not mages?

where do you buy meat for dogs

[These are not, in fact, incorrectly-aimed omni searches, this is simply how local not-a-mage Carver Hawke chooses to communicate. He has all the grace and poise of a preteen trying to google puberty, when it comes to Doing a Magic, but he also doesn't know how to be anonymous, so here he is.

Also if you've ever received a message from a one Palamedes Sextus and are wondering what's up with this severely different un: warden post, oopsie doodle? The click-through userid is different, if you make the effort to check.]

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[fusrodaaaah]

Sorry! I'm sorry - I'm um.

Melius. Melius Senyan.

[He very nearly leaves it at that, you know, because that's a great point to leave off on without reciprocation.]

... Um. What's - what's yours?

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Stop- stop apologizing, will you? You haven't done anything.

[Maker, please. He makes a face directed somewhere offscreen, doing his damnedest not to look exasperated and inspire More Apologies. It's fine? It is alright. He's reminded the smallest amount of Merrill, apologizing for babbling, but only just.

Well, it's easier to talk to people outside of this dumb little device anyway, he supposes...]

I'm Carver. Hawke. Just call me Carver.

[fusrodaaaah]

I - I'm s-- [His whole face scrunches up. Kind of like Kermit if either of them knew who Kermit was.] Okay. I will um. I will try.

[It's so hard NOT to apologize for apologizing too much.]

Carver. Okay. Um. What... what can you... do? With the not-magic?

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[homie.]

Well, you know... [Boy, is it embarrassing.] I froze my beer. Twice in a row.

[Maybe this doesn't sound like 'panic online' levels of magic, but it is!!]

[fusrodaaaah]

... Oh.

Um. Okay you um. Have the same as me... then. Did you try - thinking warm thoughts? About your beer?

[Melius that doesn't help.]