MaraTwasHere
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“Well I dont think its even big enough to be a village.” She murmured even after the girl had fallen, and Blaise, with quick reflexes, caught the girl. “Well, Pyralis, I’ve got to get her out of here without anyone seeing her. Ideas?” “A potato sack?” Blaise rolled her eyes before propping the hybrid against the wall in a way that she could pick her up as though she were giving the girl  piggy back ride. “Then I have to come back here…take care of that henchman…oh so much problems she’s caused.” Pyralis chuckled as Blaise made her way toward the cellar where their preservatives and wine was held, taking the trap door up into the street with some struggle with the hybrid on her back. “You’re going through so much trouble for her. What’s the point?” Blaise snorted. “I told you. If someone’s gonna take her in, its gotta be me.” She threw the hybrid’s hood over her head before her and Pyralis rose their temperatures enough for an unsuspecting escape through the shadows. Once they made the edge of the forest, Blaise sat Eni down on a rock to catch her breath. The ice bracelet and their battle from yesterday still had taken it out of her, and she could only wonder how the hybrid was fairing with so many bracelets on everyone.
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A red thick line had formed on the girl’s wrist, and she stared as it evaporated away, taking the chill away from her bones. “Alright.” She moved forward, sensing the hybrid’s energy was quite low, and wasn’t really worried about the white haired girl snapping another bracelet on her right in the firekin town. She grabbed some of the volcanic ash and dusted it along Pyralis’ blade. Murmuring words of incantation under her breath foreign scrawly letters glowed on his blade seemingly from no where as she grabbed both of the hybrid’s wrists as a pair. She pressed the blade down on the cuffs and the etchings on the cuffs melted away as they snapped in half. “There.” She sheather her sword once more, holding a hand out for Eni to take.
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(Daah..~ x”D)
“Well, nothing dangerous will really come of it unless the witch or wizard does not properly understand what they’re doing. Of course, I am here to assist you. I am the one who conducts all the binding spells.” She sighs, “All 3000 of them in this school. You see, it all starts with the first witch or wizard to bond, and then they all just flood in.”
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Blaise turned back to the hybrid on her heel. “I told you.”  Pyralis murmured, and she nodded. “Mm. So then, you know how I spoke very distastefully of your group of ‘peace’. I just want what you do.” She thrusted her wrist out, the bracelet gleaming on her wrist. “I don’t really want father to discover the almighty you in this state, and I’m sure you dont really either.” She said, although her tone wasn’t exactly mocking. Her eyes hardened, “Besides, if its anyone who’s going to present you to my father it will be me. So I’ll drop you off nearby your camp.”
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“Well, maybe. Let me know if you feel any earth-shattering emotions or somehow your auras have meshed together.” She smiled, “but if you want to hurry and try to meld your auras together now we can always speed up the process with a ritual.”
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A laugh bubbled out of Blaise, and Pyralis joined right in even though the hybrid couldn’t hear it. “Oh. Surely she must have hit her head on something.” Blaise wiped a tear. “No. I think she is actually serious. As you like…uh…” She never had caught the girl’s name. She shrugged. “Anyways, if you’re so excited for your death my father should be down soon.” She turned to leave the cell.
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“Mhm, mhm, oh yes…” Ms. Vine smiled before wiping a tear from her eye. “Such chemistry. It starts out so small, y’know, and before you know it–BAM! They’re your familiar. I remember when Genie and I were paired together.” She sighed happily.
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Blaise stepped back, dropping her samples into two separate baggies. For now, this would be all the DNA she required. “Are you waking up? Good, then that mixture I have over there wont be of any use to me.” She murmured, pulling the gloves off with a similiar snap they’d came on with. She tossed them out of the cell to cross her arms and look at the hybrid. “Well, this is a sight. Earlier you made yourself sound so sure you wouldn’t be caught by these people.” She murmured, but continued on. “Look. I’ll make you a deal.”
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“Hm…Aaron…The panther familiar, yes? My sources have told me Aaron isn’t very social. It’s surprising to me that you to hit it off.” She grinned like a little school girl, sitting gingerly down in her seat again. “So, tell me all about it.” She propped her chin on her fisted hand, elbow on the desk.
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After changing into dark green shorts, a white t-shirt and black cardigan Blaise went into the ‘science’ room gathering materials of blank slates of test glass and rubber gloves. Volcanic ash and some other ingredients were taken from the lab for her to bring down stairs to the cellar. “I take it we can’t just hand the hybrid over to your father. We’re going to make this far more complicated then needed.” Blaise shook her head, a grim smile on her face. “Oh, how you know me.” She pulled the rubber gloves on with a snap before moving over to the cellar door to open it with the keys the henchman left behind. With some tweezers she easily began plucking some of the hybrid’s hair, and taking swabs of spit from her mouth.
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“Oh, dear girl, here your requirements of magic can be little to none. The beauty of the school of binding is not the knowledge you have in your head, but the ridges and passages of your heart. Here, you find your bonded. Your destined one to walk by your side in battle and companionship.” She laughed, “If this stage required certain magical skills many of my students would not be here.” She thought for a moment, “Of course, who’s to say you dont meet your bonded during your time here with us now? If the connection is strong enough..” Light seemed to shine in her eyes at the thought.Â
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Blaise followed closely behind, lighting a fist of hand on fire as she moved to follow them below her home and stables. It was good to be back, even in this danky cell, but she didn’t let it show on her face. “Alright, well, I guess I better go get my equipment.” She nodded to the man who’d brought the hybrid down here. “Go to the kitchens or bar if you like. I’ll call you when father is done.” The redhead stripped off the now tattered black jacket from her and the hybrid’s battle, tossing it on a warped wooden chair to reveal her school uniform which was also torn up in the back a bit. “I should go change as well.”
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“Unfortunate it is that this world can be so cruel to one another. It’s just the days, I suppose.” Ms. Vine shook her head, also taking a sip of her tea. “But I have grown quite fond of you, Rea. It’s quite nice to enjoy tea with someone like you with intentions so pure. We will find your parents, and even after we have you are more than welcome to join the academy at any time for learning if you wish to further seek out your witch blood. We would be most honored to teach you.”
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Blaise’s eyes burned. “Uh-oh partner, thats not good.” She reached over and pushed the head back to see the girl’s face. Yes. It was most definitely the hybrid. “Well…That’s really something.” Her voice to anyone who had truly known her gone strange, and she looked at them. “To the cellar with h-it then.” She corrected herself quickly, taking a glance at the shackles on the girl who’d kidnapped her. Isn’t it ironic how the tables swung ’round. “I myself am quite interested in it. You’ve shackled it with what? We need to ensure it cannot escape so easily if I were to observe it in the cells. I sense fire energy on it, with a bite of bitter cold. I want to look further into this.”
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“Ah, alright.” Ms. Vine nodded. “I heard some werewolves can be aggressive, but I suppose that usually stands with the human bitten ones. I’m sorry for misunderstanding.” She rolled her chair over to a phone before smiling at Rea and dialing a few numbers in, pressing a button for speaker phone. “Hello? Mr. MCafe?”
“Yes?”
“I was wondering, as a dear old friend of yours, if you could send over one of your W.I.T.A wolves to accompany my minor wolf these full mooned nights?” She smiled at Rea, crows feet from her eyes showing how old she actually was.Â
“I suppose so, Ms. Vine ole mine. However, you’ll have to take me up on this weekend.” The old man’s grin was almost heard.
Ms. Vine rolled her eyes. “Very well then. I will be waiting at 8 oclock sharp this Saturday. I promise that if you are not there to pick me up on time I will not be there when you are late.” She smiled a bit, hanging up before he could answer. The blond looked at Rea, almost forgetting the girl was there. “Oh. I’m sorry dear, I’m sure you could have lived without that.” She laughed jollily.Â