Something was off. The presence she was so interested in was gone. Snuffed out from existence...no, it wasn't that. The presence was moved. Transported...yes, that's what it was. The Black Devil's work. A flash of something crossed Marianne's gaze before she chuckled to herself.

"Mister Try Hard is certainly [b]A.M.U.S.I.N.G.[/b] Honestly, does he believe I can't trace his magic? Ah, but no. That's too extraneous to waste effort on someone like him. My, my...."

The dark mage continued on her path with earnest, entering into Hazel's tent. Yes, it was what she expected from the Child of Omen. It needed more jars of eyes though. Humming to herself, Marianne found a seat on the bed and began the long wait for the other girl's return.

She was patient enough, and the desire to observe her new subject was exhilarating to say the least. Amadeus was just too trite but Hazel's reactions were worth experimenting over. So she sat in silence, smile on her face.

"Please don't take too long Mister Try Hard. I'll be sure to turn your head into a lantern when you die. It's the least I can do when you go around [b]M.E.S.S.I.N.G.[/b] with my work."

Another cheery rambling to herself. Then her mind conjured up a better idea and she perched off her seat and crouched down beneath the bed. Crawling under it, she waited for the other girl to return soon.

"Hmm...Hazel, Hazel, yummy, tasty, Hazel...."