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He's a moron all right...Well, the two of them are quite cute together, so that's fine. Still, did he seriously try to blind me with rune magic? Speechless, the black figure traced out a rune of her own. ᚲᛚᛖᚨᚱ (Clear) Then it giggled. There's hundreds of plants in the greenhouse, and one...

As the pot was filled up, so did the corridor. The water went up to the ankles. "...Nice job. Maybe you'll want to set it on fire next? If the explosion is hot enough, dying will be painless." Snorting, the figure pointed behind them. "There's a greenhouse on premises."

"I'm your insurance." The black figure crossed it's stumpy arms. "It's not as if you can't leave, you know. Wars aren't always won by charging forward. And besides, it's a flowerpot. What do you suppose goes in there, genius?" If it had visible eyeballs, it would definitely be rolling them.

"We've forgotten." "It's been long and longer still." "Since you're helping, we'll let you decide." The apparition turned to leave. "It's a good night." "A fine night." "A night of trickery and lies." "Let us meet again." "Yes, agreed." Then, before it vanished--- "The piano music is...

"......" The short figure heaved a silent sigh, then spoke. It's voice was monotonous, but somehow managed to convey exasperation perfectly well. "Wrong festival, you moron. I'm just here to observe --- you haven't addressed the actual issue yet." It gestured at the corridor around them.

The black figure shrugged, pointing at the pot. It did not say anything else, nor did it come closer. Watching the black figure fills you with determination.:blob_hide:

The pot was deep blue in colour and felt glossy to the touch. Porcelain, most likely. It resembled a normal flowerpot as well. Except for some markings at the bottom. 'Fill'. The black figure crept closer.

...Was at the bottom of the lake. Before that, however, there were two...people?...fighting each other near the lake's banks. The grinding noise of metal on metal, the explosions of magical spells going off. It was a fierce match, and maddening laughter found it's way to the girl's ears. The...

"Hmm..." Now both girls(?) had thoughtful expressions on their faces. "We're not sure." Spoke the clean one. "But we have some conjectures." Added the second. "It's most probably one of the Seven Wonders behind this." "Or maybe several of them working together." "But if the ritual's...

"Of courze zomezing'z gone completely vrong, vhy elze vould ze accurzed moon look like zat? Ziz iz not a good night to be out vandering, lizzle girl. Ezpecially not alone. I don't knov if you're parzicularly provizient in mazik, vat zere are at leaz four beaztz outzide zat can znap bonez like...

Corridor The same flowerpot appeared with increasing frequency the longer Alba spent navigating the corridor. The first few times it appeared, that was it. Nothing else of note happened when it was maneuvered past and left behind. When Alba had probably seen it again for the fifth of sixth...

The corridor, like it's name suggested, kept shifting. It would continue on in the same direction for what seemed like miles without and end, leading back to the same path. Occasionally there would be a branching corridor leading off in another direction, yet if one were to go down this new...

Greenhouse "Vhat do you vant, young lady? Can't you zee that I'm buzy? All ze ztudentz valtzing around in here, making a mezz of thiz place. Az if that vazn't enough, that accurzed zaint haz invoked her ridiculouz zpell. Go back to your dormz if you vant to ztay unharmed! Zhoo, zhoo!" When...

Waking up once more. Bonus: This time there's no Wi-Fi

"Well then...thanks for the food." Nacht popped what looked like an oily, struggling orb of shadows into her mouth and chewed. Her expression perked up with a smile. "Now then, I guess I'll reward the ones who played a part in helping me procure it...hmm, this is quite a good token, but please...

Beginner's luck sure is OP. I had to whittle the count down to 34 for her.

Unfortunately, it was not. As soon as the girl neared the entrance of the greenhouse, a hostile intent drifted over, and the entrance to the building crawled over with thorny vines, blocking off access. Uuuuugh... That moan came from the surroundings. The source of it had yet to reveal itself...

The one who caused the mess didn't say a word. After all, it was rather difficult to do so, seeing that the upper half of it's body had been vaporized in the strike, with the lower half dissipating shortly after. If a highly certified doctor had been able to examine the corpse which had ceased...

When the dust cleared, the very tip of the clock tower had been sheared right off --- Nacht had cobbled together a long-distance high-powered attack, and upon deducing the position of the target, wasted no time sniping the target from her position. "Oops. Looks like there's a valid reason to...

I...will...tear...you...apart... With the gurgling noises also came globules of liquid, strange black liquid that looked like oil. The hulking figure, now dripping with every step, got closer to Lisette. Closer and closer. It stopped just short of the window. Centimetres away from the square...