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[Grovygrunge]

Maxwell slowly drew his dagger. "I am going to warn you, if you are in here and keep up with your want to fight me, that the more either of us bleed the more I have to work with. It won't be particularly fun for either of us and if I come out on top I will make you suffer for wasting my time." He stepped away from the door. "I'm nothing if not a gentleman so I'm giving you the chance to leave right now. We can then forget about all of this if you wish."

[Angder]

Grunan's eyes narrow, this guy still was not taking her seriously. She steps out into the doorway of the bathroom. Knowing full well she was invisible. "Fact: 600 or 700 years ago you died and went to hell. Fact: You recently escaped. Fact: You are at least somewhat skilled in your magic. And finally, you recently hurt someone, a bear, just post teens. Now... given your history in hell, its safe to assume whatever you did to that bear, you plan to do to more people. Without further information, that implies nothing good." Grunan whispers a spell, causing her head to burst into blue flame. Just as she prepared via the ritual. "So. Maxwell. Right now my question is, how without endangering others, can I ignore you and just... LEAVE?" Even though all maxwell can see is the fire, its clear Grunan is looking right at him.

[Grovygrunge]

Maxwell rolled his eyes. "First of all, I only took a small sample of his blood. I can't use mine all the time, that's beyond dangerous. Secondly, I was planning using it to test out some new things I had learned. Thirdly, I ended up in Hell because I was willing to do the things necessary to get what I wanted, which is knowledge. Sometimes you need to break a few eggs and so on. I can assure you the man is alive and well, as far as I'm aware." It clicked that she mentioned magic, and he could clearly see she was a magic user. "A fellow magic user I see. I'm certain you didn't get any of your power through the most peaceful of means yourself."

[Angder]

Grunan tilts her head to one side. "Only a small sample? judging by how much you were dripping around the place, I suspect that's a lie. And even f that was true, Why did you hide it. You must surely have realized I was a magic user, when your door refused to shut." She states. "Also, I am assuming you victim was unwilling. Why go to all that trouble? Finally, you know that blood has a disease in it right? Unless... you put it there of course... that's possible" She narrows her eyes again. "Also, my magic is almost entirely ritual based. I am very careful with where I get the resources from, and tend to avoid hurting people. Judging by your attitude, you are far less cautious, and far faster to harm people."

[Grovygrunge]

Maxwell stares blankly at Grunan looking a little confused. "Diseased, you say? Well, I can assure you I didn't do it. How would I benefit from giving a man I don't know a disease? The sample I intended to take was small, he struggled and made it more of a hassle then it was worth. Sure, you may not hurt people to get what you need. Where did the knowledge come from? Are you going to tell me you've not had to step over a single person to get it? I will call you a liar."

[Angder]

Grunan's hands twitch. "So... you pinned a man down and stole their blood, against their will. Classy." She hisses. "I assure you, the only people I hurt in any way are those who deserve it, or don't count as people." She states, coldly. "If you needed to hurt a man for that experiment... then..." Grunan walks to the side, towards the kitchen door. "I only really have one reaction."  She readies a ball of flame, and throws it towards the open fridge.

[Grovygrunge]

Maxwell just scowled at Grunan for a few moments, letting the vial in his sleeve slide down and opening it. Collecting the blood and shaping it all into roughly a dozen small, spheres that quickly solidify. "I swear, people have forgotten their manners over the centuries." He winced as the glass of the tube in the fridge could be heard exploding. "I must implore you... to get the **censor** out of my apartment, before I decide I'd like to see your hide as my next pair of boots."

[Tina]

"Err...do you want to wear one of these." Sierra asked blushing a little.

"Believe it or not... Yes," Cifero said, taking off his sweater and cut-off tank top. "I mean, I have them, so why not wear them? But first..." Running into the bathroom, the crat ran water for a few minutes, then came out with his bangs dyed a crimson red. "I never thought I'd be doing this again," he muttered, swapping his piercings out for ones that matched his bangs. He glanced in the mirror for a moment and smiled. "... My half-sister dyed her hair like this once."

"But I have never sang anything before...but I may have danced though." Sierra said getting really red.

Cifero, who had been reminiscing about his half-sister, looked over his shoulder at Sierra. "You want to help too?" he asked, blushing darkly. "Um... Are... Are you a good dancer?"

"Yes I was an excellent dancer. When I worked for Yaezhing he had me learn even more dancing."

[Angder]

"I think I am done here." Grunan states. "Your new to this century, so I guess you can be let off with a warning. Next time. I will put you in the fridge first." Grunan moves for the door. The flames fading as she does so. She pauses, and clicks her fingers, causing the flames to glow blue within what used to be the fridge, she was just making sure the flames cleared up most of the blood. She then proudly tries to leave the room.

[Grovygrunge]

Maxwell thrust his arm to the side, sending all the spheres of blood out the window, which was luckily open. Off in the distance they slammed into a tree and splintered the bark. After a few moments, he calmed down and realised he had wasted the vial of his own blood as well. "Curse that rotten shrew..." Despite his anger, he felt an odd amount of respect for her, he wanted to shake her hand whilst driving a dagger between her ribs. What an odd feeling.

[Cifero Windtail]

"Err...do you want to wear one of these." Sierra asked blushing a little.

"Believe it or not... Yes," Cifero said, taking off his sweater and cut-off tank top. "I mean, I have them, so why not wear them? But first..." Running into the bathroom, the crat ran water for a few minutes, then came out with his bangs dyed a crimson red. "I never thought I'd be doing this again," he muttered, swapping his piercings out for ones that matched his bangs. He glanced in the mirror for a moment and smiled. "... My half-sister dyed her hair like this once."

"But I have never sang anything before...but I may have danced though." Sierra said getting really red.

Cifero, who had been reminiscing about his half-sister, looked over his shoulder at Sierra. "You want to help too?" he asked, blushing darkly. "Um... Are... Are you a good dancer?"

"Yes I was an excellent dancer. When I worked for Yaezhing he had me learn even more dancing."

Cifero stroked his chin and walked over to the closet, then picked out a dress that looked similar to Hatsune Miku's. "Do you think this will fit you?" he said.

[Angder]

Grunan returns to her room, and locks the door, she then starts to clean up her ritual, keeping the ingredients out, she had not seen the last of Maxwell, she knew that much.

[Tina]

"Uhh...I guess. You do realize you oh me one for this." Sierra said and took the outfit

[Grovygrunge]

Maxwell stared at the remains of his fridge, kicking the remains in order to vent some of his frustration. He hated when he let himself get this mad. It was infuriating, so he'd get madder. Such a pointless cycle. He'd vented enough for now though. He had to clean this mess up.

[Angder]

Grunan carefully scrawls some runes on the door and window, they were not much, just an awaken spell aimed at her, just in case she needs to wake up suddenly. She sits on her bed, and gets ready to sleep.