[A quiet snort, coupled with a disgruntled, bracing pronation of a palm against the wall, are the unmistakeable indications of Rush's displeasure at having his current mental orbit disrupted.
It has not yet become clear to him whether this particular disturbance is worth dividing his attention. He wavers, pen tip still frozen in suspended indecision against the wall, as Rush skewers the interruption with a look of wary disdain.]
'Magic' falls somewhat beyond an easily classifiable nature. [Obviously. Annoyingly. A simple concept, such like 'fate,' yet altogether too broad in its scope. Infuriating, overarching, a category refusing to be categorized. It's become quite clear to him that it is something of a fundamental aspect to some of the 'guests' here - questionable semantics aside - and warrants a modicum of reluctant, due consideration.
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It has not yet become clear to him whether this particular disturbance is worth dividing his attention. He wavers, pen tip still frozen in suspended indecision against the wall, as Rush skewers the interruption with a look of wary disdain.]
'Magic' falls somewhat beyond an easily classifiable nature. [Obviously. Annoyingly. A simple concept, such like 'fate,' yet altogether too broad in its scope. Infuriating, overarching, a category refusing to be categorized. It's become quite clear to him that it is something of a fundamental aspect to some of the 'guests' here - questionable semantics aside - and warrants a modicum of reluctant, due consideration.
He fucking loathes it.]