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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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[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.]