Imperfectionist said
Ah, the timeframe's off. It'll be detailed in Misa's post. Logically, there's no way they would be sitting around the entire time that Adam and the Headmaster are discussing these things...Just trust me, they're gone. And besides, Ren has been at the school for, like 9 years, and knows Miataea by name. They certainly would have interacted in the past. (I just realized that without the sheet, you had no way to know how old Ren is. My bad. She's 19, and has been at the school for a time.)EDIT: Assume that a few moments after Ren asked "option A or option B?", Aoife said "option A", and they both made their way immediately out of the building.

A clash.

Aoife had barely managed to defend. The blade had sliced through the cloth of her sleeves and left a nick upon her skin, by luck of reflexes was she able to reinforce her flesh, she would keep her arms for now. The inspector was in a compromised position, leaning back as far as balance would allow and Scottie towering over her. Sweat gleamed across both of their bodies, and where Aoife looked cornered, Scottie's grin and gaze remained.

"I just didn't care," he said.

"Eh...?" Aoife looked bewildered. What is he getting at? How had he located her among those illusions?

"Do you..." Scottie kicked at Aoife's vulnerable thigh and slashed down with his sword at her now exposed neck. He kept talking, "Know the definition of insanity?" His grin was cockier than ever before, his eyes looked at Aoife as like a demon that looked at its next victim.

Aoife rolled to the side, hardening the flesh and skin of her neck just in time, and using the force of the blade swing to help propel her.

She whispered to herself an incantation, and hid her true trajectory again. It did not matter.

"It's doing the same thing over and over, and expecting a different result every time!" Scottie cackled, "So I just cut through the illusions!" That human charged, ready to bring his full wrath to bare upon the little witch girl. He spoke for both himself and for Aoife; himself in that he had attacked the illusions before, again and again and again while only taking damage himself, and Aoife where she thought that making more illusions would eventually lead her to victory.

It was Aoife's turn to smile. No more illusion, no more play. She still wouldn't be nuking the forest, but she thought to herself: The rest were cowards and fools who abided by a larger thug's every beck and call. The giant only meant to survive through the only means he had ever been thought, means of violence. Scottie was a murderer, a duelist that took lives unnecessarily, the retribution is equal to
the crime. No more holding back. Perhaps she wouldn't kill him, but she no longer cared if she did.

"And I don't care, either," Aoife's lips cracked up into a feral grin. She was holding her powers back because the bunch weren't Magestrava or Sepcarim, and because she didn't want to kill them. Scottie thought her measured, and found himself wonting.

Ask, and ye shall receive.

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Komamisa as Verniy said 20:23 - Verniy: Okay, so... all of my current posts combined total to 40121 characters
20:23 - Verniy: This post is 39587 characters and isn't even finished

Komamisa said
Almost.Can't believe I've actually typed this thing over three times. I need to streamline my "proofreading" process into something that just involves reading, and not rewriting the whole thing.