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Just a heads up, readers, I'll be using brackets for skills since they will now carry a certain level of importance from this point forward. You'll see what I mean in the first paragraph.
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{Eh? Seriously? Interesting.} Cynrik found it hard to complete a singular sentence after hearing the explanation Tobs had given. His mind was already forming a dozen different strange ideas, from flinging blue [Fireballs] to flying by overusing his [Continual Flame] like a certain billionaire playboy philanthropist did.
{Hey Tobs, can you give me an estimate on how much a single point will strengthen my skills?}
-No, figure it out on your own.-
{SASSY, damn Tobs, I need you to let the whole cat ears and tail go, I'm sorry ok. I promise it won't happen again.} Cynrik shook his head in disbelief at her response and paid no mind to how Tobs seemed to be getting more and more "sentient" as the days went by.