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As Prism observed her companions' reaction to her inquiry, she silently wondered if she should have just left the topic alone. There seemed to be a heavy cloud of hate and hostility that surrounded it, and now it seemed to have tumbled over their little group. This has not been how Prism saw their trip going, especially not with how Jacket had reacted to what had been a playful and jocular question.

She raised her hands in a show of defense as she received the challenge of a fight and stern stare. No, she would most definitely not like to fight, but if Jacket made a move against her she'd have no choice but to defend, right? She side-eyed the cafe's owner who had been watching them the moment they walked in with distrusting eyes. She was sure that if they caused a ruckus here with their fighting, especially after how Jacket reacted to the Blood Mage inquiry, they would have more trouble than they could handle.

[i]Not that that doesn't sound fun,[/i] she thought to herself, but a quick look down to the terrarium hanging from her neck reminded her why she had to be a little more careful for a while. [i]Not yet.[/i]

[color=0054a6]"Right. Totally [i]not[/i] a Blood Mage, then. Roger,"[/color] The eye roll that followed her statement rang true to the sarcasm of her words, but she quickly followed it up, not wanting to further agitate Jacket, [color=0054a6]"Come on, Jacket. This was supposed to be a fun-filled field trip. As much as I'd [i]happily oblige[/i] fighting you, this is neither the time nor the place."[/color]

She sighed internally. She had meant to appease him, not further rile him up with her words but they tumbled from her mouth without her discretion. Damn it all, the fight on the ship had been exciting and she wanted to try her hand at it too, but things just weren't ready yet.

[color=0054a6]"Look. How about we just drop the-"[/color]

The pink-haired boy, the one Mikkish had been fighting, appeared out of nowhere and began speaking about how he was interested in learning blood magic. The surprise hadn't hit Prism as intensely as it had Sera as she had been feeling another life force following them around, but she hadn't expected it to be him. Or another human being.

Sera had whirled around, weapon ready, and the commotion had attracted the eyes of the cafe's patrons. Grimacing to herself, Prism stood slowly and placed a hand on Sera's shoulder. [color=0054a6]"You might wanna drop that. He's not here to cause trouble, although I think we may have overstayed our welcome here."[/color] She let her gaze wander around their little group before settling on Jacket. [color=0054a6]"Seriously, I think the owner has a shotgun in there. Unless you want a mouthful of shells, I recommend we go out, do our business, and settle grievances when we're not inside a place that could burn to the ground."[/color]

Her body hummed with adrenaline that begged to be released. She knew that with the lack of fighting, she would have to devote this excess of energy to working out. A light groan escaped her lips. That would be boring as hell. The wait had better be worth it.