"Beer good, though," Sofia said off-handedly, though a geeky smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. "And a Victorian? Classic," Sofia nodded. She stalked over to a large, intricately carved wooden cabinet and pulled at it. "But the warded circle thing...who exactly are you, Miss Marion Scotts?"
After a moment or two of pulling, the cabinet wouldn't open.
Sofia took a step back and pulled at it again, using all of her strength.
It still wouldn't open.
Looking really competent there, aren't you?
Finally, she lashed out with a blast of magic...which did nothing. Because she wasn't all that powerful here.
With a sigh, she walked over to a desk, pulled open a drawer, and rummaged through it, finally coming out with a key ring filled with keys.
Three minutes later, the cabinet was open, and Sofia had a worn grey leather bag in her hands with the word "Exorcism" stamped across it in supposedly mystical looking letters. Yeah, that was very much her own doing.
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After a moment or two of pulling, the cabinet wouldn't open.
Sofia took a step back and pulled at it again, using all of her strength.
It still wouldn't open.
Looking really competent there, aren't you?
Finally, she lashed out with a blast of magic...which did nothing. Because she wasn't all that powerful here.
With a sigh, she walked over to a desk, pulled open a drawer, and rummaged through it, finally coming out with a key ring filled with keys.
Three minutes later, the cabinet was open, and Sofia had a worn grey leather bag in her hands with the word "Exorcism" stamped across it in supposedly mystical looking letters. Yeah, that was very much her own doing.
"Okay," she nodded. "Let's do this shiz."