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[Action - POST OFFICE]
[After weeks of suffering, Marisa was finally going to give back the magic she stole from the Post Office. With Patchouli waiting outside, the weakened witch heads inside.
What a sight she is - pale with dark, dark circles under her eyes, her hair limp, eyes bloodshot and dull. Marisa had lost a lot of weight and it showed with the way her clothes hung loose on her body and there was old dried blood covering her left forearm. She moved slowly as if walking was a struggle, which it was at this point.
The witch was so miserable and she chose Patchouli over the magic. Now she just had to give it back.
When Marisa reached the counter, she used it to support herself, leaning heavily on it. She didn't look at the Postman yet, but at her hands to see if the counter would crack or break like everything else she'd been touching did.]
[ooc: This post is specifically for interaction with the Postman. PM me if you wish to have your character interfere.]
[After weeks of suffering, Marisa was finally going to give back the magic she stole from the Post Office. With Patchouli waiting outside, the weakened witch heads inside.
What a sight she is - pale with dark, dark circles under her eyes, her hair limp, eyes bloodshot and dull. Marisa had lost a lot of weight and it showed with the way her clothes hung loose on her body and there was old dried blood covering her left forearm. She moved slowly as if walking was a struggle, which it was at this point.
The witch was so miserable and she chose Patchouli over the magic. Now she just had to give it back.
When Marisa reached the counter, she used it to support herself, leaning heavily on it. She didn't look at the Postman yet, but at her hands to see if the counter would crack or break like everything else she'd been touching did.]
[ooc: This post is specifically for interaction with the Postman. PM me if you wish to have your character interfere.]
