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[fuckchild]

[Maybe you've seen this punkass, maybe you haven't. He was kind of a wild thing in battle, hard to miss if you saw a lot of enemies floating in midair. Somehow, he doesn't look injured, not even a single scratch. The scar across his brow is an old one, from a time long past.

Dante's not one to mince his words, so...]

Alright, would anyone mind telling me what the fuck is really going on? First we're two pissed-off frat house that can't share a campus, now we're twenty invite-only clubs? And all of that because we wished upon a fucking rock?

[The expression on his face says he's clearly buying none of it. He's a stubborn one.]

I want answers. Real answers, not whatever fairyland shit you can come up with.

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[fuckchild]

[He does manage to block it, but just so. The pure force of the shield, then the force of the attack has him so thoroughly surprised it nearly knocks him onto his ass. Good thing he's learned how to recover over the years.

His jaw has gone a little slack.

Dante doesn't know what to say. I can already do that, he thinks, but can he really?]

How does it work?

[erythristic]

Do you sincerely want to know?

[she folds her arms, and for all the lightness in her voice, this is a very serious question.]

If you want to know, if you truly do, I'll take you on as my student. But I won't do it if you aren't prepared to try it out.

[fuckchild]

[He measures the offer, wonder if it's worth learning. To get stronger, he's going to have to learn this, isn't he?]

Fine. But I'm not doing this for them. If this means we can get out of here, then I'll do what it takes.

[erythristic]

[Grell nods, evidently pleased with the answer.]

I didn't offer for them. I offer for you. But, it's settled then.

[closing her eyes for a second, the light from her chest dies down until there's nothing left.]

I can't promise we can begin immediately. There's much I have to still see to while we adjust to these "invite-only clubs", as you so charitably called them. But once everything's handled, we'll start.

[fuckchild]

[He twists his lips, absorbing what just happened, the raw power of that magic. God, he's sure Kat and Vergil would have a field day with the shards.]

I don't think there's a real hurry to get started. Nothing's attacking us.

[The yet is left hanging unsaid in the air.]