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Date: 2024-07-23 04:26 pm (UTC)
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Avalon has what looks like a large marble out when they arrive, tiny streaks of teal swirling over its surface. As they close the door behind them, they drop the orb back into the small bag hanging from their belt.

They approach Angeal and shake his hand, their grip firm enough. “Avalon.” They pause for a moment, considering explaining their lack of a last name, but decide against it. “I would like to know what you can do with your current limitations, since I cannot remove any of them.”

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