BLADE ✴

[calamitish]

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[baebladie]

It's how I greet you.

[ Witch is looking very cheeky. Though, Blade wonders for the very first time at the nickname. Would he not be more of a wizard? Well, it's whatever.

Blade begins to hurry on over to him, and begin to encircle him like a cat. ]

Did you expect me to suddenly play nice?

[calamitish]

[ that cheekiness is not going to last, what is this blade. witch follows him somewhat, but he's at least dignified to not spin around like a top. ]

...this isn't some courting ritual right? Please tell me it's not a courting ritual.

And no, of course not.

[baebladie]

[ Oh, so he can have his feathers ruffled. Except, well, today Blade is a bit too manic to even register that. ]

Courting ritual?

[ Okay, maybe he registered some words, but there is a heightened emotion today, and it...is something. Manic among amusement, apparently. ]

You must have made many enemies in your time. Especially a pretender like you.

[calamitish]

...I'm not going to answer that. Ask Dan Heng or someone else.

[ plz, he will explode if he needs to explain this to blade. onto other matters!

this is how the mg ends week 1. ]

I have, you're right. It's in my title isn't it? Witch. Witches are those who are hunted and persecuted for crimes they may or may not have committed.

[baebladie]

...he has much to answer for.

[ Don't mind the psycho-esque response here. Maybe he won't circle around back to the Witch. Totally normal things.

Can't promise for any other non-crazy actions, though - especially today. ]

That's why chose it. Didn't you? You could relate.

Instead of wizard.

[ That might explain it. ]

[calamitish]

That's part of it, so credit where credit is due. But I also chose it because it's what my Master went by, and I'm merely her humble attendant.

[ "humble", yeah right. ]

[baebladie]

I doubt you consider yourself that now.

Since you refer to her in the past tense.

[ And, also, Blade knows better. Even like this. ]

[calamitish]

...ah? You wound me! [ very dramatically, but his tone does drop to a serious one. ]

I wouldn't lie about her, or how I view her.

[baebladie]

[ Blade notices, even like this - if only because it's a dramatic change.

But, he is...in a state. He seems far too amused, too manic to do anything but look like he's heard the most hilarious thing that's fallen from the Witch's mouth. ]

Why not?

[calamitish]

Because Witch's have hearts too.

[baebladie]

Hearts that can be trampled upon. Just like anyone else.

[ Somehow that amuses him. ]

[calamitish]

How does that phrase go? It takes one to know one.

[ he doesn't mind admitting that much. ]

[baebladie]

[ It's one little piece of information in the grand scheme of things; can Blade comprehend it? Yes, on some level. But on another, at the moment, he can only respond thus: ]

It does, doesn't it?

[ Something bright and sharp is in his hand and he surges forward towards him, bringing the knife up in a throw at him. ]

...There's nothing more to say. But, take that as my last word for now.

[calamitish]

Whoa! You'll take out an eye with that one day if you're not careful.

[ this time, the witch doesn't teleport.


instead, the knife goes right through him, clinking against the rock of the grotto. sorry, he's still a cheat. ]

[baebladie]

[ Damn.

Okay he expected teleportation, but this is different - slightly. His eyes narrow, but even like this his patience runs dry, and so he leaves all but suddenly.

Yet, he won't forget this.

...His blade having failed to make its target consistently, that is. ]