Vector Arrow!

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The crest reacted slightly as she took the paper, again it wasn’t enough to reveal itself. This was out of control, if the crest was reacting so much to something so little than there was something about this woman that made her so deadly. Maybe she had a Number— No that wasn’t possible she didn’t seem like she was under the control of it. It could be possible but she didn’t seem like the type to play Duel Monsters. At least that assumption was crossed off.

But if that wasn’t it what was? There was no way she possessed any powers from the Barian World, like himself, or powers from the Astral World, like Haruto. So what was making her so different from a human. There had to be something beneath that smile, that act, that body.

Maybe it was time he switched up his personality and out up his own act. But he couldn’t do that, the sudden change of personality would spark up something. V had to root Medusa out through with what he had now. If things got too far, he could always use his crest. “Are you?” he said it in a slight curious tone. Only slight, not enough to show any other emotion.

Simple nurse. If she was so simple why was the crest reacting? As for where he came from, maybe if he played this right and answered all her questions truthfully— “I come from Heartland, it’s by the seaside of Japan.” There was doubt that Medusa has ever heard of such a place, but then again after WDC and a few other things Heartland has been the talk of the nation. “What about you? Where do you come from?”

The witch kept her expression pleasant, but the dark look deep in her golden eyes could not be covered. She was disturbed by this. She knew the humans of this school were all very strange in a way, some even more extravagant than the students of within Death City. One would think after personally speaking with Shinigami, nothing would be strange -- and yet here this situation was.

Ah, could that be it? Could he be a Death Scythe? There were not that many in Death City, so, much to Medusa's dislike, she had little to no information about them. The only one that she regularly encountered was that absolute buffoon Spirit; and he was hardly intelligent enough to dress himself, never mind delve deep into the special abilities of a Death Scythe. Then again . . . that was unlikely as well. He didn't feel like a weapon, nor a meister . . . She could not stand it, not knowing! She prided herself in her unbelievable intelligence. So far this blasted school has stumped her.

“Are you?”

For just a moment -- for just a split second -- the kind look on the blondes face fell away -- her eyes darkened, and an aura of evil intent filled her, golden eyes sharp as she glared at him, as if she could pierce his somehow hidden soul with just a single look --

-- But it was only a second, a split second, before she was back to normal, a nervous smile on her face, she carefully brushed her hair out of her face. He was a smart little whatever-he-was, wasn't he? He had gone and exposed that he knew she was more than she appeared, and he knew that she knew, he knew. But he may have not realized how much of a problem that was for the witch. Oh, no, she couldn't have that.

"Heartland? I have to say I've never heard of that." She laughed, putting her hand over her heart. "Me? I'm from Death City. I actually transferred from Shibusen." Stupid, useless, unneeded conversation. They were both finding where their pieces on the chessboard were, and what they had. Medusa was coiling herself, readying herself, in case he prepared to move first.

"It's just a small city, but Death himself resides there," She said with a shrug, hiding her hand behind her back. Locking eyes with the man, she gave him a small knowing smile.

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stein and medusa sitting in a tree… oh my god we’re all gonna die

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Stein did not know how to react to her moving so close, all he could imagine was him pulling her apart, peeling her apart, her blood dripping over his fingers, still warm from her still-beating heart, that was all he could ever think of, even though he tried hard to distract himself, to pay better attention to the witch’s actions. Keep an eye on her.

It was too much, far too much for him to handle, try as he might have.

The doctor’s mind was spinning away, gears turning as he saw her coming closer, and he nearly shivered back as her fingers stroked through his tousled hair, the motion almost feeling… sickeningly comforting.

Their lips touching merely sealed the deal. He did not even see it as a kiss, and, with a small shudder, even though he did, indeed, notice something foreign entering his strong body, right as it began to register within him that it was a damn vector arrow, a tool of madness, the true insanity hit — his grin grew, teeth showing as he laughed quietly, eyes shining with lunacy.

Stein’s hand moved up from her wrist, up until he had gripped her by the hard shoulder, eyes pinned on her gaze as he nearly held her to snap her, hands trembling.

“Poor little doctor…?”

His laugh grew louder till it was nearly a cackle. ”Are you blind…?”

Without warning, he pushed himself up, his other hand gripping her by the other shoulder as he turned, slamming her against the wall, features twisted by madness as he shouted, ”Look again, Medusa!“

And suddenly there was a scalpel in his hand and he was moving to stab her, but he stopped, as though something had decided for him that such a move would be unwise, and his eyes opened wider, his right hand shaking once more, the scalpel glinting in the dark light. The blade fell, clanking against the floor, and Stein was left gazing emptily at his hand, the grin slowly subsiding as he became more subdued.

His palm moved to his face, gripping himself as he shuddered violently, going down on one knee. ”Ah…hah..”

He was hearing noises, twitches, buzzes, voices, whispers, all commanding him, all confusing him. Stein had not even come to realize that he had lost it entirely. The madness was too deep. There was nothing left.

The brief meeting of their lips was more than enough to allow her vector arrow infiltration into the doctor. She could feel the pure madness pouring from him, filling him completely to the core. Opening her eyes as she pulled back from him slightly, her lips twitched into a smile the frenzy that built up inside him.

Medusa knew this was not an end-all solution, of course. The magic was not strong enough -- especially for such a powerful bout of madness. It would work however, for now; just until she could fully root herself in the nest of dementia. So as his hand tightly gripped her shoulder, she simply looked to his hand with a small smile.

She remained silent, letting him battle with the arrow that was infiltrating his mind, not speaking as he snapped, finally moving from his momentary stupor, slamming the blonde witch into the wall. It was a harsh, brutal attack, and the snake familiar on her arm moved as if ready to strike out at the doctor for attacking; but she did nothing instead, just staring at him pull out the scalpel from his pocket.

Tilting her head to the side, no fear came to her expression. "Of course you are a poor, poor doctor . . . Just look at you." She smiled at him even as metal instrument clattered to the floor, landing in the pool of blood. Kneeling down to him, Medusa placed her hands on his shoulders in a comforting manner, smiling to the man with a look of pity.

"But no need to worry. I'm here for you, my dear . . ." She felt no remorse for this broken man, she only saw an opportunity. To use him, however it was she saw fit, to keep this interesting man by her side. He was clever and strong, the only one worthy of helping Medusa to her goal. Thank goodness for his poor broken mind. "I'll nurse you back to health." She said in a low voice, staring into his eyes that were no longer eyes, just gateways to the insanity deep within.

#shutain #i'm gomen

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He blinked, and suddenly arrows seemed to sprout from behind the sly witch, all pointed straight at him, but they were all mere hallucinations, and, somehow, the doctor realized that, himself… for he blinked again and they disappeared, though his own sight was rather shaky, never entirely stabilizing.

It gave him a headache.

He couldn’t even entirely pay attention to what Medusa was saying, her words becoming a jumbled mess, and the pain from the wound, which was terrible enough, made things go in and out of a blurry.. fuzz, as though he was losing consciousness.

But he wasn’t. You see, Stein was simply too strong to give up to defeat so quickly, and he’d performed much worse operations on himself that had caused him greater pain than a mere stab to the stomach.

Suddenly, all he really noticed was that smirk she had, and those vivid, golden eyes, narrowed in cruel amusement as she looked down upon him, arm extended. He only wanted to dissect her… he wanted to cut her up, cut her apart, dismantle her, as some may have said.

Without a moment of hesitation, his own hand shot out, gripping her tightly by the wrist, his grip iron hard as the blood left over from his wound that had gotten onto his pale fingers smeared onto her smooth skin, making her arm slippery with the vile liquid. But he did not release her.

His own features twisted to match her smirk, eyes wide open in awareness. However unfortunate his situation was, Stein enjoyed it all, he, as well, found such masochistic amusement by being there.

“Heh..“ The doctor chuckled faintly. ”Give me your worst..“ His own delighted gaze moved once again, this time to stare her in the eye as he had looked away only moments ago. ”..Wretched witch..!”

With her hand extended to the man, she waited for his reaction. A plan was forming in the back of her mind, even as his eyes dimmed, and he seemed to loose focus for a moment, those sharp green-grey eyes glazing over; something in Medusa could not dispose of him just yet. He was one of the few unpredictable humans. So very interesting . . . Medusa wanted to keep him by her side.

So when he clenched onto her hand, instead of her eyes widening in surprise and shock from such a firm and abrupt grip, it was out of pure excitement as the next path for Medusa opened up, clearly laying before her. The warmth of his blood dripping from his fingers, the metallic smell, the plip! of each blood droplet on the tiled floor of the infirmary -- all became intensely clear.

Slowly she lifted her head, looking at the man that stood much taller than the petite witch. So close to his face, seeing his eyes wide and filled to the brim with insanity in such a small space, her cold heart beat with excitement. The wicked smirk on her face fell way, leaving only her lips partially open as she stared at him with alluring half-lidded eyes.

"Give you my worst?" She asked in a soft voice, her golden eyes glowing in the shadow of his form looming over her. "I don't think you can handle my worst, my dear . . ." Reaching up with the hand that was free of his strong grip, her fingers lightly ran across his cheek, a smile coming to her face. "My poor little doctor. Let the nurse tend to your wounds, h'mm? I can't loose my whole reason for coming to this place, can I?"

Standing up on her toes, she leaned up, closer to the man. Her hand brushed through his hair, delicately resting on side of his neck.

Her very worst? If that was what he really wanted, then who would she be to not allow him this one last request? The one last request he would make entirely of his own free will.

Just one little vector arrow, one simple arrow, that would fill him up to the brim with his madness; one simple magic trick that would put Stein exactly where he belonged . . . wrapped around the witches finger.

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There was something small that he had noticed when shaking Medusa’s hand. The crest reacted slightly, not enough to reveal it, but enough to send a small tingling feeling through his forehead when shaking her hand. This woman was no ordinary one, if his crest had reacted to her then something must be under that smile. Something evil probably. It was rare to see his crest react to something as small as a handshake so there was something there that V had probably missed.

“I’ve been here for a few days, I’m the astronomy teacher.” Not like she would be interested in the stars or anything, but that reaction from his crest. If he could pin-point what exactly made it react— “What about you, have you been here long?” Grabbing a spare map from the desk, he made his way toward the woman. Holding out the map, he could feel the tension rising around the two.

If, maybe he could use a small portion of power from his crest to see what she really was then maybe— no it was too risky. She probably might have sense that he had some type of power so something like that was out of the question. This was a very complicated situation, one small mess up could be the end and if the other exerts some power the crest would probably react to it so much that it would reveal itself.

That cannot happen so he could only hope that she didn’t use any magic of some sort.

What should she do? Should she kill him? No, no, that would be no good. No need to spill blood so soon. That was far to rash of an action, anyway. However -- If he was using something to protect their soul, then there must be something special about him . . .

But he seemed human . . . he felt very human. Even with his flat monotonous emotion, the man gave off no special kind of aura; not even something like the doctor. Blast this stupid guise, and this stupid school! She was itching to understand the reason behind his soul being completely different, understanding what made it so -- !

Gathering composure, she smile at V. "Astronomy? That's very interesting . . . I've always been a fan of the stars myself." Medusa said thoughtfully, looking off into the distance with a small smile. She could feel the atmosphere growing tense. So -- he had an idea that something was odd about the blonde. This may not end as pleasantly as she had hoped.

Bowing her head in thanks, she carefully took the paper from his hand. "This is my first day . . . As if you couldn't tell," She said, gesturing with a nod of her head to the map as she continued to play the sweet woman. "I'm just a simple nurse. And where are you from?" She asked, as her eyes looked over the man, trying to find the source of his oddity.

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He should have seen it coming. It would have been so easy for him to guess that she’d be making that move, so easy to predict it, and if he’d only been thinking, then perhaps he would have been able to dodge the attack… and yet, part of Stein wondered— maybe he simply hadn’t chosen to move away?

That did seem to be very like him, at least when he was in such a rotten state.

The arrow swirled into a vicious drill, forcing it’s way through his stomach as blood gushed out of the wound. Stein choked on the very same liquid, feeling it dribble down his chin as his dim, viridian eyes opened wide in shock and pain. Oh, the pain.

It felt like a burning flame had set fire to his insides.

In a moment, she had already stepped back, clear from his reach as he made a stumbling grab at her, missing by far. The wound hurt too much for him to continue attacking, and he leaned against the wall, arms covering the gash in his stomach.

“You..”

He gasped for breath, and despite the hurting sensation, the doctor suddenly laughed, throwing his head against the wall till his eyes were wide open, unseeing, and he slid down to the floor, arms tightly around himself as he continued to grin, the laughter subsiding, his white hair tousled about.

“You really got me, didn’t you..?“ Again, Stein laughed, the tone of his voice surprisingly darkened.

“And what if I die?“ By that point, he was merely teasing her, though his gaze had pinned once again onto hers, eyes piercing despite the pain he must have been feeling. Despite the position he’d been left in, he appeared to not feel pain. Perhaps he had experienced it so many times, experimenting on himself over and over again, that he truly did not experience it anymore…

“Your reason to be here will have been gone, yes?”

#shutain #as always #i'm gomen

Medusa looked down at the man as he slid to the floor, holding his stomach. The snake familiar raised it's head, not relaxing even at the sight of blood beginning to pool on the floor. The injury looked bad, but she was not going to underestimate this man any longer. Especially not in the state of madness that he was in. So, in keeping her distance, partially crouching in a defensive stance, her golden eyes stayed locked onto him.

Her attack had only been low level magic . . . she felt distaste, using such a crude and forward tactic, but the witch did not want to drop her Soul Protect quite yet. The people that filled the halls were still unfamiliar to her, and she want ed to draw no attention to herself.

Like that was going to work, now that Stein was dripping in his own blood.

His laughter filled the room, sending a chill even to the cold-hearted witch. By my, oh my -- What a thrill this was! Medusa had been playing the dainty nurse facade for so long, it was such a good feeling to not have to put on a pleasant and caring smile. And even though the sharp look in his eyes was a bit disturbing it was also . . . enthralling. Watching him descend into this pit of insanity . . . She was not easily captivated, things got so boring so quick for a witch like her. But this . . .

“And what if I die? Your reason to be here will have been gone, yes?”

Stepping forward carefully, she crouched down the Stein's level, a dark smile coming to her face as she watched him, the blood dripping on the ground. She reached out a hand. She remained tense, not lowering her guard, even as the snake on her arm coiled up for attack.

"I wouldn't worry too much, Stein-hakase~" She said in a mocking tone, tilting her head to the side. "I wouldn't let you die. Not yet." No, no . . . despite her better judgement to get rid of this man, to remove the evidence of her true intentions, to get rid of this man that somehow captivated her in a way she did not understand . . . She wanted to keep him around. To see what he would do. To see how she could use him.

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Himari nodded at the doctor’s suggestion, although when the lady followed up by addressing her with her name, she couldn’t help but jump (from a seating position, nonetheless) slightly. When she looked at the woman a second time, she spotted the clipboard; ah, that would explain how she knew her name. But did she know “what she’d been through?” If she did, how?

She’s not quite certain she remembers it fully; she remembers a fiery sort of pain and something flashing in the harsh light, but did the doctor know? Had it been obvious from her corpse?

She had been a corpse.

The doctor’s hand on her forehead is a welcome distraction. Himari slowly shakes her head, although one of her hands lightly brushes over her stomach.

“My stomach feels a bit funny,” she replies, her fingers lingering over the fabric. She remembers a black box; connect the dots, and then there was pain again. “…and my head’s a little fuzzy,” she adds, more an afterthought than anything else.

#oopsiediesy #i swear this is going somewhere

Medusa craving increased, the one to understand and devour all the information. But how would she go about doing that? She would have to start from scratch, even before square one. How to get a sample of the regeneration, how to get something so difficult to pinpoint and capture-- Well, there was one method that came to her mind; but she had already been too careless, leaving too many traces.

"I would lie back down then, dear. No need to get you any more sick!" Crossing the room to the counter, Medusa turned on a small boiler; tea was one of her best forms of remedy. A witch knew all her herbs, after all. Watching as the appliance took its time to steam up the water, the blonde leaned back, resting her elbows on the counter top, watching the girl on the bed.

"I know it might be unpleasant for you dearie . . . But can you tell me what happened?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. After the arrival of the girl, no visual signs of injury had been present. Even under close inspection, there seemed no signs of harm . . . Only the clipboard with Himari's information had been any indication of what even occurred.

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It was tiresome, keeping himself under control, but they both knew that his time was running up. They could both sense the madness slowly seeping in, filling Stein’s mind. It wasn’t as though it had invaded him. It was simply a part of him by that point, no matter how one was to put it.

And yet… the doctor was incredibly excited, as well. The danger gave him a sort of high, for lack of better term. He fed off of it, wanting to experience more, to feel pain, to start the pain for others. Not just himself. The sickeningly wonderful feel of blood seeping through one’s fingers, staining the person a matching, bright red. He longed for the experience.

He would not be alone in this, oh no.

Stein remained still as the snake slithered off of the witch’s arm, quickly making its way around his neck. It was as though time had paused, leaving the two of them alone to themselves, staring each other in the eye. Biding their time. The snake felt repulsive against Stein’s skin, but he didn’t move.

“Control…?“ He smirked faintly, the edges of his lips twitching up. ”Evidently you understand little of my insanity.”

And that was the important part to it. He did not need to be in control, since he worked so despicably well with the madness. As terrible as it did tend to be, it made Stein even stronger, making him almost able to match the power of a Kishin.

“Put the snake away.”

His left hand began to spark faintly, as though it had an electrical charge to it. If Medusa did not behave as he wished her to, then he would let loose and attack. Either way, things were looking grim for keeping a clear head.

But he didn’t even want to hold back anymore.

His rising excitement could easily be felt by the witch. The aura of madness was pouring out of him, filling the small space between the two of them. Despite the witches impeccable ability to control herself, she could feel the seeping effects. She smiled darkly at him, her eyes narrowing into a condescending glare.

It was so easy to see him sink further and further into this insanity. While Medusa had been hoping for him to remain stable until she had everything settled away, she was best under pressure. In this school she was out of her element, she didn't have the strings attached as she had in Shibusen. It was her fault really . . . a hasty decision, made on an impulse. While she said her main reason to come to this school was to harvest all these strange students and faculty, Stein only being a secondary reason . . . the witch may have been lying to herself. Her priorities might have been swapped.

Now was not the time to dwell on such insignificant matters. Fancies changed all the time; this was just a passing in her life, she told herself. But how to remedy this nuisance . . . since she could remove that dainty little facade of hers, it would be much easier to bite. Only the clean up would be a problem.

"Oh? I don't know?" She asked, raising her eyebrows with a smug smile. "The regret poor Stein must feel . . . loosing all sense of self, just to experience a little bit of fun. You think me an awful person; but at least I don't go around murdering students for the thrill."

Despite herself, the smile fell off her face at the spark of energy in his hand. He was a lot deeper into this than she had anticipated. Her number one priority, without a doubt, was self preservation. But . . . if he was going to start a fight, who was she to back down?

"Whatever you say, Doctor Franken Stein . . ." The snake familiar released its coil around his neck, slithering back to Medusa's arm. "Whatever you say." Giving him a bright smile, she jabbed forward with her hand, an arrow swirling around her hand she she stabbed him in the stomach, all expression of play leaving her face. Ducking around him, Medusa danced back, not giving him time to pin her against the wall.

#shutain #IM SORYR

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Well you were acting like one, nice job V. Mentally kicking himself for being so straight forward with something like that, thought V was always the one to be like that. Emotionless, straight forward, and a bit of a jerk when it comes to caring about someone.

Observed her as she came closer to him, his eyes almost glaring at her, his head turning to follow where she was walking. Making sure that she wouldn’t pull something off, like stealing his D-Gazer that, no matter what, he couldn’t bring himself to throw away. Especially because of that his Gazer-Tattoo was something that took to much energy from his body.

“My name is V.” Raising his hand up, V shook the other’s hand that was offered to him. “I’ll get you some maps, wait a moment please.” Letting go of her hand, V walked around Medusa and walked toward the desk. Opening one of the drawers searching for a spare map that he could give to her.

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Medusa was being far to careless, and she had only just gotten here. She was out of her element in this school; she did not know it the same way as Shibusen. Even the atmosphere here was different. The students of this school had their own special traits . . . but it was not like the meisters of that dreaded Academy. It was totally different.

She was upset with herself for being such a fool. Ah! But why had she not sensed him in the room! Surely, even with a school as busy and bustling as this, even with such a different over all feel, she would have been able to notice something -- she was one of the best witches of her age, after all.

"I'm very sorry," She said in a kind tone, a controlled look of worry crossing her face as she shook his hand. The man V then turned, walking around her to the desk. The gentle, dainty look disappeared from her expression the moment his back was turned to her.

She had felt nothing. Even shaking this man's hand . . . there was nothing. It was not her being confused by this environment; it was him. How was he doing that? How did he remove the feeling of his soul?! He was no witch in disguise, nor was there any traces of magic from another caster. How was he using Soul Protect, then? What kind of person was this man?

Returning her features to a pleasant one before the man looked up, she tilted her head to the side. "How long have you been in this school, V? Are you a teacher?" She asked in a calm voice, but her eyes were sharp and piercing. Suddenly this bland man had become very very interesting.

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#soul eater #stein pls

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She’d never really bothered to ask how it was that she continued to survive death after deathly experience; perhaps it was because she still wasn’t entirely sure she died; sure, she felt pain and remembered deadly things, but she still didn’t think she knew what exactly it meant to live or die.

Maybe some part of her didn’t want to think about death too much, death and rebirth, maybe admitting that something brought her back would admit that she was dead at some point.

Her musings were interrupted by the sound of a woman’s voice, welcoming her back. From being asleep? No, from being dead. How was she feeling?

“Mmm. I feel a bit funny,” she nods her chin downwards, likely towards her stomach, “but otherwise, I’m feeling 100%!”

Was this lady another (yes, there was another doctor, a—) doctor here at the school? Was she the one who had revived her?

#oopsiediesy #wow this is so short!! i'll get better i promise

Medusa uncrossed her legs and stood up, keeping a kind smile on her face. "I imagine you do feel funny, after what you've been through." She said in a pleasant tone. Damn, were humans so bland! This girl was totally, utterly unphased by this! Not slightly interested in how this could have happened, no urge to collect the knowledge of this?

"I would keep resting for right now, okay . . ." She paused, picking up the clipboard again, scanning her eyes over the page. "Himari?" She said with a smile. The truth was . . . The girl was completely fine. She could go run a marathon for what anyone cared, there were no left over signs of mortal damage! But Medusa wanted to keep her here. This was the first student to have arrived for this reason, and she wanted to see . . . just what transpired.

"Now, where do you feel funny, dear?" She asked, noticing the girl tilt her chin downwards. Going forward, the witch lightly placed a hand on her forehead, feeling for any kind of warmth. "Do you have a headache, at all?"

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He’d easily noticed how her smile had flickered, giving way to a harshly blank expression, one far different than her previous attitude. Stein gave a slow sigh, merely gazing at her with the same calm, almost empty look as she continued to lie, stomping her foot in a childish manner.

Was she really still trying to convince him that she was innocent? Did she truly believe that he was such a fool? If anything, the doctor would merely play along with her, pretending that he did, indeed, trust her while they both knew that it was only a game, as they were only circling each other, waiting for the other to strike.

Always.

But her next claim only made him laugh loudly. ”Ahh, I see!”

“How silly of me, Medusa.”

But although his own appearance had seemed to be one of simple, gentle silliness, his tone suddenly lost all previous lightness it may have had, making way for a sudden drop in mood, although his expression remained the same.

“You know, you’re a bad liar.”

The doctor slowly moved closer, going further and further till he had cornered her against the wall, darkly towering over her. His gaze had suddenly become chilled, grey-green eyes staring at her yet again calmly, but this time, they almost held a sort of… coldness within them. As though he had lost whatever mercy he may have had previously. Right hand tense, he pressed it to the wall, next to her head, realizing that he had already taking out the scalpel from his pocket and was gripping it tightly.

And although things had already become so much more serious than before, what made it all seem that much stranger was Stein’s grin. It had become cruel, as though he already wanted to rip the witch apart — and that was it. He did want to dissect her.

“By all means… stay.. perhaps you will prove to be an interesting test subject.”

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, the moment his body language changed. Medusa had mostly been hoping for the second path; for the man to accept her lies for now, and play along. But alas, the more bloody route had been taken. She sighed out, keeping her eyes locked onto his. Sharp golden eyes versus his cold green-grey ones, she mimicked a false smile. Though hers was not wild as his was, but cool and collected.

Tilting her head up to match gaze with the tall man, no fear in her expression. The dainty nurse persona fell away completely, standing confidently as she looked into the crazed grin of the silvernette. This was rather upsetting. Medusa had expected more time before being discovered. Certainly by this man. It seemed he was more clever than she had given him credit . . . but not as clever as she, of course.

"My, my . . . you're smarter than you appear to be, you know that?" She asked in a light voice, though her face was dark. After dealing with such unintelligent droll beings for such a long time, she had gotten careless. She couldn't let that happen, now could she?

Noticing his hand withdrawing the scalpel, she felt a slithering on her arm. A small smile came to her, and she lightly reached up to her lips, pressing a finger against them. "Oh, I'm not lying though . . . I did come here to follow you, my dear." She said, her eyes widening in excitement. She could feel the madness coming off of him, the cold dark aura. The same one that had filled him as she entered the room.

"It must be so very hard for you, to be around so many interesting students, and stay in control . . . Oh wait, you don't have any control!" The snake familiar that had slithered off her arm, wrapped itself around Stein's neck, and Medusa's face grew extremely dark, glaring up at the man.

#shutain #i'm gomen

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When she wakes up in the infirmary, she remembers fire.

(But that’s about it.)

How many times did this make? She really needed to start carrying around a tally board or something. As she sits in the familiar bed (is it more familiar than her dorm’s bed? yeah there’s probably a problem here), Himari tries her best to reconstruct her life’s last moments. She remembers fire. But did she burn in a fire? At some point, someone changed her uniform, so that wasn’t going to have any clues. (Unless her previous uniform had been so charred that they had no choice to replace it.)

But when she thinks about it, the pain she remembers doesn’t burn her skin, it burned from the inside. She’s not sure anyone’s figured out a way to light people on fire from the inside out (unless bombs? small bombs planted in her food? wrong genre, himari!), so that probably ruled out death by fire.

Something glints in the darkness; is it a knife? Black box, she can’t see inside; is she dead or alive?

Well she’s alive right now, and that’s what matters, right? Himari sits up and stretches to work the kinks out of her back.

#oopsiediesy #/throws terrible reply at you

Medusa was sitting with her legs crossed, a clip board in her lap. She flipped through the pages, her eyes narrowing slightly in thought. Even coming from a school where the headmaster was Death them-self, she had never before seen a resurrection quite like this. Was that the right word for this occasion?

It was some sort of trick, that was certain. Science was not nearly far enough to revive this poor little red haired girl. Medusa wanted to know the trick, too. What smoke and mirrors did they use in this school to make this happen? What a useful little gem of knowledge that would be . . . yes, yes. She would have to find out.

Hearing movement, the blonde witch raised her head, just as the young female stretched her limbs. "Welcome back," She said with a kind voice, putting the clipboard down. "How are you feeling?"

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He stared at her, his gaze blank as she leaned close. There was nothing she could do to help him. In fact, the more he waited, the more convinced Stein was that his suspicions were correct. Medusa was, indeed, a witch. Shinigami-sensei would not have sent her, of all people, to keep tabs on him. She was not very reliable, after all, she had only recently been hired.

“Now, now, do I look like the kind to drink tea?”

He chuckled, matching his smile to her own false one. If she was going to play that game, then he would, as well. Then again, such falsities became boring quickly… and what Stein longed for was a good match to keep himself busy with.

Slowly, he leaned forward, leaning his face on one hand.

“And yet, I can’t see why a witch like you would want to keep an eye on me.. when I’m just a simple doctor.”

“One can’t help but wonder what you might be up to, Medusa.”

Stein stayed entirely still, merely gazing at her. He wanted to see the change of expression on her features, he wanted to see just how shocked she might be to find out that he had figured her out…

Would she even be surprised? How about frightened? Surely she was a suitable specimen to experiment upon. Besides, the doctor was sure that she only had ill intentions towards him, and since she had come after him, he would have to take preventive measures. Slowly, he stood, taking a step towards her and crossing the space between them in mere seconds. ”Well?”

"I suppose you don't look the tea drinking type . . ." Medusa commented, stopping her search through the room. If she was going to be sharing this infirmary with the other teachers, she was going to have to deal with their disorganization no doubt . . . And she would need to rework her short hand. If nosy nurses looked at her files, they might get suspicious.

“And yet, I can’t see why a witch like you would want to keep an eye on me.. when I’m just a simple doctor.”

She paused, the smile falling off her face. Turning to look at the doctor who leaned forward with a shine in his lenses, his face also gifted with a false look of kindness. At first she did not react, staring at him with a flat expression. The blonde had just arrived here, in the school. And while she knew a little information about Stein, it was not enough that she felt in control of the situation. A snake only bit when it had surely coiled around its prey, after all.

Abrupt Medusa stomped her foot on the ground, clenching her hands tightly by her side, her face scrunching up in anger.

"What a terrible thing to call a woman!" She said in a high pitched voice, a hurt look filling her expression. She chose to ignore him advancing on her, simply turning her back to him, like a woman oblivious of any possible danger, otherwise standing her ground. Medusa best played under pressure. Her mind was spinning forward, taking in the possibilities of the next few moments.

Her facade might work. Her facade might seem to work, and simply get Stein to leave her alone for a while longer, giving her time to plan accordingly. Her facade might not work at all, and she should be prepared to attack. At that thought a slithering feeling ran down her arm, as the low-level magic snake familiar slid down to her wrists, ready to bite at her command.

Turning back to the man, she took a startled step back, "surprised" at how close he had gotten to her. Looking down and off to the side with a frown, she clasped her hands over her chest. "I . . . I guess I should just tell you . . ." She sighed out, her expression reluctant. "I asked Shinigami-sama if I could resign, just so I could come here . . . because you're here, Stein," She looked up at him with docile gold eyes, her lips parted slightly. "I really look up to you and your work . . . He said that I could, since there was no stopping me anyway, I might as well look after you. You're a little bit careless, after all,"

She looked up at him with a coy smile, making her eyes fill with a look of honesty. Bits and pieces of the story were real, after all. She could make it convincing enough . . . Hopefully.

#shutain

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No matter what Stein thought, there was something strange about Medusa. He had his many suspicions, but hopefully… hopefully he was wrong. Hopefully the kind nurse was only as she appeared to be— a polite, gentle lady. Nothing more, and nothing less.

Still… either way, Stein did not wish to lose control while in her presence. That would do no good for either of them. But that was too bad, for it seemed she’d noticed the slight change in him.

Typical. He should have reacted better, not to mention faster. Why did the doctor even decide to go there? There was nothing he could learn from students, not even anything left for him to find out from the faculty, no matter how special they may be… he was beginning to lose hope. In fact, he hardly even saw a reason to continue fighting the insanity, anyway.

It never worked to his advantage, as he only ever sunk further into the madness.

“..Oh, I’m fine. I was just.. er. A headache. That’s all. My head hurt, but now I’m fine.”

He backed away as she approached, purposefully falling into the desk chair so that he reclined in it once again, the smile stuck to his features. Maybe she’d go away if he grinned long enough, looking happy. That was how it worked with most people, anyway.

“Ahah, well, it’s nice to see you again. Or did you come here to keep an eye on me?”