Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141227060154/@comment-29458028-20141230005428

Siris felt this unnatural desire to speak up. He said "hey, dude, if I wanted to nail your daughter, I could have done so in Shor's Stone easily by using my magical powers to make her like me. This is just me being nice to a friend! I can't give my other friend flowers or I'll get into real trouble."

Somehow, he had the wierd desire to just retort, without thinking.

The sword that Fanari held became not just powerless, it began to drain Fanari's magicka and devour her stamina, testament to pure hatred, jelousy and anger, so much of those that the sword's power reversed. Annalyse was seething in anger. She handed the sword back to Syinter and her photokinetic blade formed in her hand.

"You know, my sword is not to be just ... taken like this. It's not very nice to steal weapons" said Annalyse calmly, her eyes narrowing. Her pupils contracted into slits as her irises lit up. The abstract, white armor formed around her right arm.

"Normally, they like to have a restoration teacher and destruction teacher to sanction a duel. You are a restoration teacher, Fanari. Syinter will probably become staff soon..."

(Yandere mode engage.)

(@ Kad: that was a figure of speech, but I have this sinus issue that when the pressure increases, my sinuses inflame and it feels like someone stuck a dagger into my head)