The all important lead-up! I really hate when things do differently than they're meant to... or even exactly as they are when it's not in my favor... But hey, what TF lover hasn't had something back fire on them in this manner? At least I make quality work : p

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The magic gleamed with intensity as sparks seemed to burst every now and again. He use to get a bit nervous around sparkles, at least the small ones with metal handles. But now he had a bit more nerve, and was certain of the harmless nature of these mana flakes. He was so focused, he didn't really notice he was being questioned at first.

"So… Whatcha doing?" The raccoon asked, hanging upside down, seeming rather pleased with himself. The cat absentmindedly answering without thinking. "Ah, just weaving my magics, a powerful curse on top of a potent enchantment, my two best skills married into-" He said, rather unenthusiastically as it hit him, his fur shuttering from his tail to his head, shooting a few feet into the air, his little wings fluttering feathers everywhere.

The item bobbed in the air, looking far less stable, as did the frazzled feline. "What are you- Are you Crazy?! This wasn't the.... I mean... Do you also break into a Corneria military base while they're working on smart bombs?" He questioned, doing his best to keep it together. Clow's magic was much like a deep well with a busted tap. It had its issues... Only being able to cast and weave spells, charms, curses through items. It wasn't all bad, heck if he was allowed to choose between casting with ease, but having a shallow source to devel, he would more than likely stick with what he had. On the other paw, it made it very hard to maneuver in situations like this.

"Only if they're paying me to test their security system." He answered, causing the feline's eye to twitch. With an answer like that, Clow was shocked he hadn't exploded into little bits by this point. Being professional was all well and good, but there was a time and a place! Preferably when volatile dangerous things WEREN'T being worked on.

"Well, then you need to work on your self-preservation! That's a good way to get blown sky high!" He retorted, wanting to scowl at the cheeky raccoon, perhaps he was too nice, considering what danger they were technically in. Though more likely he was too worried and nervous.

"INTRUDERS DETECTED!"

His ears drooped a bit, he would have smacked his paw to his face, if not for the fact that he was still holding the card up with his green aura. "See, now do you see what you've.... Intruders? Did you just say, intrudERS?" Despite himself, he managed to glare at the card, actually looking rather perturbed despite the issues starting to arises.

"Now you stop that, you stop being plural right now, do you hear me?! That's just- it's..... not allowed!" He groaned with a bit of strain. The aura was compressed, struggling and shaking. He looked very much as if he was trying to silence a noisy alarm clock before it woke up everyone in the household. But it wasn't looking promising to say the least.

It was times like this Clow envied other casters. Some could craft a spell as if it was code, pure thought, and mana, but for the feline enchanter, it was far more emotional. It made for potent quality items, but it made something like a "Kill switch" a bit trickier. Especially when he was only part way through the curse. He was trying to dispell and contain, but the card wasn't recognized him as anything but an intruding caster, and what kind of cursed card would it be if it didn't have magical defenses?

Finally, his aura broke, he wobbled back a bit, staring at the card a bit wide-eyed and pale, as if maybe if he held his breath, maybe it would just run out of juice and ignore them. "INTRUDERS WILL NOW PAY FOR THIER CRIMES, PROCESSING SUBJECTS" It boomed as his ear twitched along with one of his eyes. "Well...." He noted with a sigh and an audible gulp. "Crap Baskets."