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[negativegate]

Rita Mordio, genius mage.
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[negativegate]

Hmph! So it picked you because you're a soft, sappy idiot?

[She certainly doesn't...]

[Huff, that won't ever happen!!]

[blackshadow]

Yeah, that's exactly it...

[ He says it through gritted teeth. How long is she going to hold his neck? ]

[ Better not! ]

[negativegate]

[She stays silent for several seconds, then...]

...Hmph!

[She lets go of the belt.]

[Never happening!!]

[blackshadow]

[ He finally takes a breath and moves his head a little for some more room...not that there's much. ]

[ She'll regret it if it does!! ]

[negativegate]

[She makes a small noise of contempt, moving over to his hand. Her eyes linger hungrily on the rune for a moment, then she pulls out the needles.]

You can have a break. You're no good to me if you're finished, after all.

[There'll be nothing to regret!!]

[blackshadow]

[ He gasps as they're pulled out, eyes instantly drawn over to his hand and the little pools of blood welling where the needles had been. ]

...Thanks.

[ That's what he likes to hear. >:| ]

[negativegate]

[Rita is unbothered, though she pauses for a moment.]

Are you capable of healing yourself?

[Huff, good!]

[blackshadow]

[ He won't even try nodding. ]

Yeah. You don't need to do anything.

[ Just go away so I can heal myself... ]

[ Huff!! ]

[negativegate]

Then go ahead.

[She makes no move to leave, though.]

[:

[blackshadow]

...Okay.

[ He looks down to his hand and the drops of blood rolling off it as he casts a quick spell. Healing Drops comes out as just a mumble, though the spell is as thorough as ever as the water hits his right hand. ]

[ >:< ]

[negativegate]

[She stands there and watches, observing-]

So you can cast just by talking.

[>o<]

[blackshadow]

...That's right. Runes only require and incantation.

[ Now he feels nervous... ]

[ >3< ]

[negativegate]

How are these incantations determined?

[Her expression is as cold as ever, but there's a spark of interest in her eyes.]

[...X3!!]

[blackshadow]

They're built into the runes. Once it's attached, you'll know it unconsciously...

[ there's the moé in moevil! ]

[negativegate]

Unconsciously? How ridiculous.

[She snorts in disbelief.]

[hee, there it is! X)]

[blackshadow]

[ There's a defensive edge to his voice: ] It's magic from another world. You shouldn't be so closed-minded...

[ so cute! ]

[negativegate]

I would assume it developed in a logical and understandable way. Is your world totally backwards?

[this is why they're moe~!]

[blackshadow]

The magic didn't develop in my world. It was created when the world was created and evolved naturally. The magic is tied to the runes; people don't just wear jewellery and make up spells.

[ Heck yeah it is~ X3 ]

[negativegate]

Hmph! No, you just wear the runes and act like their puppets instead, don't you?

Just so you know, I don't plan on killing you to take the rune for myself. You can keep that parasite. But I will find a method to control it.

[With that, she sneers, and strides away--out of the room, leaving him alone and tied up.]

[Kya~ :3]

[blackshadow]

[ His glare intensifies - not because he particularly likes his runes, but because she's just being so rude. Although he opens his mouth to snap back, he just as soon closes it when he sees her walk away. This is his chance to get out. ]

[ ////~ ]

[negativegate]

[She never looks back at him before she shuts the door. And though she doesn't plan on being gone for very long, it might be long enough.]

[X3~]

[blackshadow]

[ Hopefully it will be. He doesn't want to risk her coming in to him undoing his restraints, so instead, he starts casting a spell to light a fire in front of the door. Whatever materials they lose, they can recreate later. ]

[negativegate]

[She's grabbing a drink and a snack, among a few other things, so she'll return shortly--though maybe not before the smell of smoke gets her attention.]

[blackshadow]

[ There's plenty to burn in the room, thankfully. He doesn't set fire to the door itself, focusing on making a barrier of fire around it instead. And honestly, that's not half as scary to Tyr as Rita is right now.

Although he currently has no idea how to get the belts off aside from yanking at them until they come loose. If they do. ]

[negativegate]

[There's a slim possibility with the way they're wound around the arms of the chair, but it would probably take a lot of time. As it is, Rita simply finds herself observing that it's pretty late before she thinks she smells something. Smoke.

No. She drops everything she's doing and practically flies up the stairs, throwing the door open-]

What the hell is this? My research-!