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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 2945126" data-attributes="member: 2710">Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogueMagyar knees in order to retrieve the bullet--and not-coincidentally cover his own response to the smell. When he hold the bullet up, he's all smiles. "Guess Colmarr isn't always such a great cook, huh?" Mag says with a wink. "Let's move this outside, then, shall we?"Assuming Lissa agrees, he starts in on his lessons again."Now, remember, Lissa, a juggler never lets what he's juggling move him. Feet planted, hands in the same spot, and when you toss--" Here he demonstrates, a slight flick of the right wrist sending the bullet in a perfect arc to the height of his eyes, then falling in the center of his left palm without his having to move or look--"you control where the ball goes."For a moment, Mag seems to consider something. He looks back toward the entrance of the morgue, opens his mouth as if to speak, stops. He turns back to Lissa, kneeling so he's at her hieght as he presents the bullet back to her."My father said juggling should always use as little movement as possible; it's mind over matter. How about you try now. See if you can't ... think the ball from one hand to the other."</blockquote>