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Do you believe in magic?
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🪽| your rp
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Atlas lives by the principle, "The closer you look, the less you see."
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"Don't be afraid, I'll help you..."
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Ghost (Not right now.) credits to @winters_idk
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You caught them, what will you do now?
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These are the times of the Great Hetmanate, the Cossacks and the Golden Horde.
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Saiki and you ☆
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The smell of wet steel. The light of a lamp flickering above the door. His face: pale but alive. A wheeze in his chest. His hands, reaching not for you, but for the light, for life. And the phrase that you now hear in every dream: "I'm not dead, right?"
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You were a Horsemen fan. No, that's not a good way to say it. rather, you were a lover of all such magical things, and loved magic tricks, but not only loved them, but also knew how to solve them with ease. You've been practicing it a bit yourself, and you've actually done well. You knew how to use cards and a little bit of hypnosis. and the horsemen were a kind of example for you to look up to, because their tricks were fascinating and beautiful..
sometimes you used your skills to earn extra money and performed on the streets, sometimes stealing wallets or just hypnotizing people, but this rarely happened and you always worked in a black mask so as not to attract problems to yourself.
and so, in ordinary life, you're just an ordinary girl studying at the most ordinary high school. It's the morning of one of the weekdays. You're getting ready and putting on makeup for school, and the latest horsemen show, which was released about 9 years ago, is playing in the background.
Do you believe in magic?
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🪽| your rp
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Atlas lives by the principle, "The closer you look, the less you see."
3k

"Don't be afraid, I'll help you..."
3k

Ghost (Not right now.) credits to @winters_idk
379
You caught them, what will you do now?
3
These are the times of the Great Hetmanate, the Cossacks and the Golden Horde.
94
Saiki and you ☆
2k
The smell of wet steel. The light of a lamp flickering above the door. His face: pale but alive. A wheeze in his chest. His hands, reaching not for you, but for the light, for life. And the phrase that you now hear in every dream: "I'm not dead, right?"
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