“Ah, I see,” Marianne said with her own smile, making a mental note to fill Alice’s organs with gunpowder later. “So I see. I’m glad Mister Amadeus is making new [b]F.R.I.E.N.D.S.[/b] After all, it’s always nice to have [b]F.R.I.E.N.D.S.[/b] And making new [b]F.R.I.E.N.D.S.[/b] is always the best way to avoid enemies.”

The dark mage then caught on interest to the boy’s next choice of words. So he wanted to learn more about the dark arts, was that it? More specifically, he wanted to dabble in her profession of necromancy and the like. Oh so many horrible, gruesome things to teach him. So many lessons to choose from…

“I’m afraid I will have to deny your request,” said Marianne with a tilt of her head and a giggle. “Mister Amadeus can barely go around without breaking his sword and I doubt he’d be able to control magic of my caliber.”

For what was pretty much an insult, her tone of voice remained as pleasant as ever. And how had she known about his Pride sword shattering? Through the almighty methods of her stalking of course. She made it her duty to at least put in twenty hours of the practice and the other four to thinking of new ways to kill Amadeus.

“Apologies for my blunt implications. I only want what’s best for Mister Amadeus after all.”

The dark mage gently pulled on his arm in the indication that they should walk together on this fine day. Then she saw Solanne and she changed direction to join her big sister. Oh yes, she saw the illegitimate faker trying to interact with [i]her[/i] Crimson Hound. In fact, Marianne tried at least three times a week to murder Hazel. Of course, their magic was pretty much equal and successes were low.

Not that the Corpse Collector minded. Even so, she couldn’t help but study the Diaphat with a look of…interest? Who could say for sure?

“Yo, what’s up Spell Spitter,” Solanne replied to Hazel with crossed arms and a huge grin. “You’re just now eating lunch? Sheesh, even your dining habits are fickle,” she joked before noticing Marianne.