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« Last post by Serris on December 28, 2023, 10:31:36 PM »
(Myaardi)
Kire's pulled out his ice rod and hastily laid down some transparent blocks of ice as his wings ran out of flight time. Gently alighting on the platform, he paused for a moment to allow his wings to restore energy. He looked down and saw the spots of light that were from the jetpacks of Sasha, Rivet and Angela. After a few seconds had passed, he leapt into the air and flared his wings, shooting upwards as the blocks of ice shattered into glittering dust.
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(Pottermore)
Captain Carson held up a hand, gesturing for everyone to stop as she heard voices. She then carefully crept forward, her wand at the ready.
All of a sudden, she was greeted by someone saying. "Good evening, Captain Carson." Soon, several people seemed to emerge out of the walls.
The woman held her wand at the ready. Despite her being outnumbered (and likely underpowered), she figured she'd at least make them pay if they tried to kill her.
One of the wizards spoke. "Welcome to the meeting of the Society for the Abolishment of the Statute of Secrecy."
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(RIMCS Spire of Winter)
Dr. Kerzach was currently working in the kitchen of Winterville Inn. While baking wasn't his forte, it was still considered a part of his duties. As they were catering to Mawashiians, the traditional celebratory foods were scaled up to accomodate the enormous and muscular inhabitants of the planet. The town's artificial climate had been set to mimic a crisp winter day and as result, several of the residents and staff were bundled up. Currently, he was working on a traditional Mawashiian sponge cake, a traditional winter festival meal.
The Cassowary watched as an electric forklift moved the tray containing the freshly baked sponge cake out of the oven (a modified industrial kiln that had been specially made for the kitchen in the Winterville Industrial Sector). The alluring scent of vanilla filled the kitchen. The massive cake was nearly as wide across as he was tall. Once it was placed on the counter, Dr. Kerzach picked up the bucket of buttercream frosting with a full-sized mason's trowel sticking out of it and got to work slathering the frosting all over it. Meanwhile, some other staff were slicing the orange-sized Mawashiian strawberries that would serve as decoration.