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locke cole (lockecole) wrote in silverage,

What the boy had said almost made Locke trip in his own feet. What did he say? Immunities that would kill...moogles? No, it wasn't quite like a moogle, more like a ma-gle like mugging people by smuggling but that didn't make sense. "Oh...right," he said distractedly as he glanced at the end of the aisle them jogged towards it.

He came back with the items almost as soon as he could. "Well, I haven't met anyone who didn't need hands to cast. Magic's tough. But it gets a lot of things done, all right..." Cleaning up after a kill, though, was not a part of it and Locke was used to leaving that to...someone else. So on turning to the massacred Malboro, he regarded it with a crumpled face and a grimace. "Ehh...I guess we'll have to...d'you," he turned to the brunet with a gesture, "got a spell to make it shrink? Sort of like a Mini but uhh...your version."