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[negativegate]

Rita Mordio, genius mage.
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[blackshadow]

I've had enough of you, too.

[ He...doesn't really have a choice. He takes defensive stance with his bare hands and starts to cast the sleeping spell to shoot at her. ]

[negativegate]

[The spell is new to her, but it takes her mere seconds to figure out the formula as he casts.]

Idiot!

[She lunges forward and lashes out at him with the whip.]

[blackshadow]

[ His eyes go wide as she lunges at him, and even though he knows how much her whip hurts, it's still hard to avoid it even as he jumps back. ]

Agh-! Please...

[negativegate]

You thought you were so tough, but look at you now. Begging.

[She sneers and pulls her hand back as though to whip him again, and keeps it there, ready to attack.]

[blackshadow]

Good to see you still have a big head...

[ Even with her blow still stinging, he still has it in him to glare at her defiantly. He doesn't know if this is an unfair fight or if he is just weaker than her. When she doesn't move, though, he figures she means for him to move - which is probably the smarter choice on her part, but means he has to make this count.

Since magic is the only thing he has been working on, he casts and prepares himself to run away from the beach house. ]

Flaming arrows-

[negativegate]

[She has enough time to bring up her hand to protect her face, the magic shield she calls up being a little too late to block the fire from searing her side.]

Is that it?!

[There's a cold anger in her voice in response to the pain, and she begins casting her own spell, even as her cloak is still smoldering.]

Spiral Flare!

[It sends a larger burst of flame in his direction.]

[blackshadow]

[ Much larger than something he could cast in the same amount of time. He yelps as he dives to the ground in hopes of avoiding the brunt of the spell as it burns his back and hair. He really wishes he had some backup... Someone to hold her down long enough for him to cast the sleep spell. There's not even time to cast Silent Lake. ]

Ugh...

[ She might be keeping her cloak on, but he pulls off his shirt to keep it from burning his skin. ]

[negativegate]

[She strides forward quickly, unhooking her cloak at the same time--the simple temperate system inside kept the flames in check briefly, but it's broken now, and she's in no mood to be burned by her own clothing.]

Stay put this time if you don't want more!

[blackshadow]

[ While he doesn't trust her, he's sure that if she was going to kill him, she wouldn't care about his cooperation. He stands still and looks at her, trying to look stronger and taller. ]

Fine. Come on already.

[negativegate]

[She still holds the whip in one hand as she stares him down, then points in the direction of the house.]

Now walk. And if you try anything funny, don't think I care about paralyzing you.

[blackshadow]

[ He doesn't doubt that she'd permanently paralyse him, either. He forces his legs to move him forward, still wary of her and having her behind him. ]

What exactly do you want anyway?

[negativegate]

[She follows at the same pace, keeping a sharp eye on him as she snorts.]

Hmph! I want you to follow my orders for now. The rest, you'll see.

[blackshadow]

[ He sighs a little and keeps going. That's not the answer he wants... There's more he wants to know, though. ]

...what happened to your hand?

[negativegate]

What do you mean, what happened? There's nothing wrong with my hands.

[Not that a blastia limb is all that common in her world, either...]

[blackshadow]

I didn't say that it was wrong. It's obviously not flesh, though.

[negativegate]

Oh, this.

[She unconsciously flexes the artificial fingers, and her voice takes on an even smugger tone.]

The original was lost in an experiment and replaced. Of course, the early model was wholly inadequate, so I made vast improvements of my own.

[blackshadow]

[ He feels a shiver run though his spine as he imagines it and the sort of improvements this Rita would have made... ]

I see...

[ And he won't even ask what she did in case she tries to show him. ]

[negativegate]

[She scoffs immediately.]

You just don't get it, do you? A blastia made by me is far superior to a regular limb.

[blackshadow]

[ And he just shrugs. ]

I didn't say otherwise. You must not be too confident if that's what you jump to first...

[negativegate]

Really? Then you wouldn't object if I replaced a few of your parts.

[She isn't necessarily bluffing, either. It's not her priority, but she could always use a new guinea pig. Schwann's just about had it.]

[blackshadow]

[ That gets him to sneer at her: ] Use yourself.

[ He'll be happier not knowing about her experiments... ]

[negativegate]

Now that would be a waste. Better I test them on something disposable.

[She sneers right back, cold and arrogant.]

[blackshadow]

[ His blood boils when he hears her say that, less because she called him disposable so much as he knows Rita would never think people can be used like that. And he knows what that fake version of her meant to Rita before.

But he doesn't say anything. He just clenches his hands into fists to fight the urge to punch her for coming back. ]

[negativegate]

[It's an idea that Rita would normally find abhorrent, but today, it's practically her way of life. Using people as tools in her research--she doesn't have the slightest bit of remorse.

She figures she's shut him up for now, and the house is coming up ahead. She directs him with a simple, cold-]

Inside.

[blackshadow]

[ And he doesn't hesitate to open the door, just letting it swing open for both of them. ]

The basement?

[ Which is hopefully not as well stocked as the study upstairs since he doesn't think Rita's used it in a long time... ]