Suddenly going on the offensive, she attacks it before she forgets. Furiously, with more energy than she could spare to give, she drove back the intruding magic, and it again collected slowly in her palm. Beads of sweat begin to appear on her forehead, and she slips from consciousness, a small sliver of the magic still within her. "Terror..." she whispers feebly, her vision wavering. "Don't.... touch.....it...." she says, her voice faint. -- X-mas Room: One

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Date Posted: 19:08:59 12/28/01 Fri
Author: Daughter of Light
Subject: Suddenly going on the offensive, she attacks it before she forgets. Furiously, with more energy than she could spare to give, she drove back the intruding magic, and it again collected slowly in her palm. Beads of sweat begin to appear on her forehead, and she slips from consciousness, a small sliver of the magic still within her. "Terror..." she whispers feebly, her vision wavering. "Don't.... touch.....it...." she says, her voice faint.
In reply to: Magic and Tize'em 's message, "The magic dims, shying away from the approaching Terror. Then it begins to seep through DOL's skin, into her viens, through the complicated roads of her body, to her mind and heart. The ball of magic in her hand is gone; it is now in her body." on 19:02:18 12/28/01 Fri

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