<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Merlin had always told Declan during their many training exercises to never reveal too much, the famed saying a magician doesn't reveal their tricks. He wasn't trying to be rude to Bell, but he wasn't going to go on about his mark until he was sure he could trust her, but he would not leave her fully in the dark. He wasn't sure she's been eyeballing it or not, but he was not going to misdirect much more, yes he did use a lot of misdirection, it was part of the illusion school of magic or magick...<br/>
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As she was turning to leave, he tried to put her at a bit of ease.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"I'll be on time...keep the rune safe, I know you will. Oh and we can talk about the mark on my arm later, if you're still curious about it."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Declan watched Bell exit and turned his attention to cleaning up the tea service, the display case caught it eye again...that damn thimble or as it was called "a kiss", bullshit all of it. It was hard for him to even speak Wendy's name as it was for Bell to speak Peter's. Declan's eyes flashed and began to glow red...and the thimble and sewing kit began to disintegrate. The lies and deceit that Wendy had pulled, it was unforgivable...those damn labors he was now tied to, hopefully one more would be completed tonight.</span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He picked up his smartphone and checked to see what was going on down at the Looking Glass...nothing of interest, some local punk band was performing and the 80's rave night wasn't till the weekend. Per the news it was going to be thunderstorms for the next 3 days...more so this evening. Heavier short sleeved shirt would be needed.</span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The tea service was cleared away without issue, and Declan retreated to his room to change clothes and ensure he could meet Bell where he needed to. Wearing one of his graphic t shirts would attract attention, especially that crazy bastard the Hatter. No, he'd wear a blank shirt one of his heavy charcoal colored ones, the jeans he was wearing were a lighter shade of blue, usually Declan was seen in dark blue jeans or black jeans around town...he had to buck normalcy for this go round. He was still going to leave his dragon ring home for this one...that ring had another purpose. </span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">This was not something he was looking forward to, he was unsure what he'd do if he ever saw Wendy again or for that matter her brothers...then again it was Michael Darling that had the grudge...he wasn't sure what John Darling thought of him. None of that mattered now, as he pulled socks and his slide on shoes, he avoided laced shoes, his use of magic caused laces when he was in training to explode or in another case...he'd turned them into snakes...then lit them on fire. His uncle laughed for days on that one...</span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He readjusted his bandages to allow some flexibility in the event things went south, pulled his shirt on, then checked to make sure he wasn't going to need any additional runes or powders or potions. No place to put potions...however powders...yes he'd need two sorts. Stuffed one in each pocket of his hooded full zip sweat shirt, sure it was 80+ degrees and raining, but it wasn't torrential rain.</span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">As he stepped out to walk his way to Bell's address, he noticed some strange folks from Achilles' office across the street. They never stepped foot in Old Town, they preferred the government area or the harbor area. He had no way of knowing they were watching him, as he pulled his hood up and made his way off in the direction of the address, hoping there wasn't going to be any trouble on his way, that would be the last thing he'd need right now...</span></span></span></span>