girl, you made the right mistake

[hairpine]

[Hello London, it's been a while. Valentine's Day approaches at a breakneck speed. Do you know where your children are?

One Michielaine can actually just be found at her usual cafe, working diligently at her homework. Sorta. Kinda. As diligently as she ever does, I mean.

But on the other side of town, making her way through the back alleyways, is a young lady who some may recognize as Margaret. Whether this is for the best or not is sort of up in the air, considering she is, for some reason or another, covered in blood. But she goes through the alleys at a leisurely pace -- less concerned with getting caught and more with scaring someone.

Not that she's all that concerned with that either.

Alternately, there's just some redheaded gent leaving a local bookstore with a rather large stack. All the titles are obscured.]

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[leviathaned]

Alright.

[Looking her up and down.] You may need new clothes, though...[Blood stains like a motherfucker.]

[presages]

All right.

[Puts her coat down gently, in a heap -- don't ask what the lumps are -- and starts to strip down. Like she cares, man.]

[leviathaned]

...No, no. You know what, hold on.

[He just...sighs, and she probably sees his eyes mist over a bit, maybe feels a slight tug as the world shifts, imperceptibly--

And her clothes are pristine. Just like new.]

[presages]

[She stops mid-disrobe when she notices his eyes, and then -]

... Magic?

[leviathaned]

...Not quite, but close enough.

[presages]

Then what is it really?

[leviathaned]

Bending reality, and that's all I'm saying about it. [reaching down to tweak her nose.]

[presages]

[It's not really an aggressive gesture, not that you could tell with her glasses on -- but when he reaches for her nose, she opens her mouth with the intention of biting his fingers.

Not hard, but still.]