Julian hesitates in front of the shop's door, a hand hovering over his own mask. He takes a deep breath, and then removes it, squinting as his eyes adjust to the unfiltered lanterns. "Right. You can do this. You just need to go in, and..." "Make him see reason. Shouldn't be too hard." He swallows, glancing apprehensively up at the shop sign, and then storms through the door, coat whirling behind him. "Asra, we need to talk! I-" "Oh. he's, er. He's not here..." Julian's shoulders slump as he deflates, before he gathers himself and looks around the room properly. Even through the distant haze of memory, I can feel the thick magic in the air, hanging heavy in murky silence. Slick and oily, twisting through the shop like some untamed beast. Deep purple smoke trails from the backroom. "What has he gotten himself into?" Julian asks himself. "Oh, Ilya. Hmm, what are you doing here? I said I was fine walking home on my own." Asra says "Asra! are you-" He starts coughing, knees wobbling as the miasmic energy presses down on him. "Are you fooling around with that hocus pocus of yours? The count wants results, not magic tricks-" Julian stumbles and finally drops to his knees under the weight, the hands trembling at the oppressive energy. "What is this? What- what are you doing?" Julian asks Asra"Can't you tell?" Asra says with a smirk on his face.
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The Arcana (Julian and Asra's story)
RomansaThe Arcana is a mobile phone game. Julian and Asra are both males. Asra is the white-headed and Julian is the red-headed. Story is not mine. These are clips of Asra and Julian meeting eachother, but they are not in order and are also some of the rea...
