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- 10/2019 (42)
Today was important, with a number of changes to the Scitorari, the leaders had organised a recruitment drive, or just a reminder to people that they existed, the ministry had been coming down on them hard, unjustly so. Yevheniy wasn't happy with that, much like how the other leaders and members weren't happy with it either. They were standing strong, they weren't struggling, they weren't a dying force in the slightest, Yevheniy who had joined on a whim, now stood strong as a leader, tired of the sitting around and nothingness of the other members, he was practically euphoric with excitement over what they were about to do even if it didn't include much brute violence. The fact that they were doing anything was good to him, and as the youngest faction they had the most reason to be at it, to want to do it, to be driving the point forward.
Yevheniy apparated directly underneath the scorched mark of the Scitorari in the side of the building, the proud letters, the ministry controls you scorched under the symbol, he had his wand in hand and a scarf of sorts covering most of his face, hiding his identity though he didn't much care knew about what he was doing. He let his pale blue eyes scan the surrounding area, noting that while people who passed were looking to the symbol with curious and questioning gazes no one was yet giving him any attention. The man began getting ready, unfurling the banner and using his magic to prop it up underneath the scorched mark in the side of the build, with proud symbol of the Scitorari's adorning both edges of it and the words, Anarcho-Magic, join the fight in bold unmissable letters.The others would arrive soon enough, and the other factions would be bringing what they wanted, their banners or just their message.
Yev with a small faction had sent his one other official member to the other location where the same would be be happening, but he trusted the man to do what he wanted and do it well, which was why he could afford to be here, plus with the school so close he thought that would be the best place for him. Yevheniy took a small glance at his watch and then back at his work, and decided it was time, he gripped his wand tightly in his hand and then pointed it upwards to the sky, casting the spell with determination, smoke shooting from his wand, and settling high above him and forming into a clear, high in the mostly clear sky for all to see was the Scitorari Ouroboros. It was time.
Yevheniy apparated directly underneath the scorched mark of the Scitorari in the side of the building, the proud letters, the ministry controls you scorched under the symbol, he had his wand in hand and a scarf of sorts covering most of his face, hiding his identity though he didn't much care knew about what he was doing. He let his pale blue eyes scan the surrounding area, noting that while people who passed were looking to the symbol with curious and questioning gazes no one was yet giving him any attention. The man began getting ready, unfurling the banner and using his magic to prop it up underneath the scorched mark in the side of the build, with proud symbol of the Scitorari's adorning both edges of it and the words, Anarcho-Magic, join the fight in bold unmissable letters.The others would arrive soon enough, and the other factions would be bringing what they wanted, their banners or just their message.
Yev with a small faction had sent his one other official member to the other location where the same would be be happening, but he trusted the man to do what he wanted and do it well, which was why he could afford to be here, plus with the school so close he thought that would be the best place for him. Yevheniy took a small glance at his watch and then back at his work, and decided it was time, he gripped his wand tightly in his hand and then pointed it upwards to the sky, casting the spell with determination, smoke shooting from his wand, and settling high above him and forming into a clear, high in the mostly clear sky for all to see was the Scitorari Ouroboros. It was time.
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