I'm not sure! You're just usually all, "You have nothing I want, so there's no reason to show you anything!"
And the only reason you agreed to meet with me last time was so I'd treat you to sweets, correct? And so you could prove me wrong about being an old warlock.
But if you just want to show off and prove that you can go toe-to-toe with gods and immortal ghosts, that's perfectly alright. I don't have much competitive spirit, but it's fun to see other people get fired up!
[Tohsaka will be waiting at one of the large, oval shaped tracks. It's a nice open space without a net to get in the way. As Hiyori arrives she'll be pulling her thick, dark hair up into a high ponytail. Her outfit matches that of the area: a light t-shirt, athletic shorts, and moisture wicking leggings underneath so she can still walk about the resort without feeling too much of the autumnal chill that settled in when the monsters were running about and having their fun.]
[It takes him a bit to get down to the gym, but he arrives as promised. Upon entering the court, he sniffs the air, before deeming it acceptable after a moment's pause. Looks like he doesn't need to spray anything!
He waves from a distance when he spots Rin, calling out across the court.]
Yoo-hoo! ♪ I'm here to see some magic! But first let me pull up a chair...♪
[And then he claims the nearest folding chair, turning it to face her. He's keeping his distance, though it's not out of suspicion—he just remembers when she implied that her magic was oh-so-dangerous and he might not want to get too close to it. Back when he thought she was an old warlock!]
[She raises her left arm, and he'll see blue marks start to glow. Hard-edged geometric patterns appear from her wrist to her elbow. Her family's crest encompasses the entire arm, but she only needs to fill certain pathways with magical energy for what she's doing.]
This is a Crest. It is both an archive and an organ that gets handed down from heir-to-heir in a mage family. The longer the bloodline lasts the more extensive the crest. These markings hold spells that need only magical energy. Because of this Crest there are spells that I can use without circle or incantation. The spell I will show you today is gandr. Originally a low-level curse meant to cause minor physical ailment in its target to weaken them. However, if you condense and layer the curse you create something much more... dangerous. Now I have great aim, but it's not a precision spell. You shouldn't put yourself in the potential splash-zone.
[By this point, he's been in the resort long enough to have Seen Some Shit. He's seen giant magical snakes and dragons explode into flower petals. He's seen Rinne's head turn into a clownfish head, and he's seen Loki generate a clone army! The reveal of her Crest doesn't elicit much of a response, other than a slight look of interest as he watches those marks glow.
But then his brow furrows as he tries to absorb that whole infodump.]
So you're from the same world as Hilda-chan, huh.
[That's what he assumes, after hearing about something called a Crest being passed down through a bloodline. He eyes her somewhat dubiously and says,]
You know, you don't need to show me. If your magic is that ruinous, then you might just land us both in trouble. I know you're all about "equivalent exchanges," but I haven't done anything for you yet. If you insist on making things "equal," though, you could always treat me to sweets sometime. I've treated you before, so that would be a truly equal exchange, would it not?
Isn't the point here for me to pay it forward — therefore solidifying your compliance with my request? Or do you feel we're uneven? Are you scared because something you may have said might bring about karmic retribution on you? I don't think there's anything I should currently be cross with you about. Unless you'd like to fess up to something?
[He still hasn't risen from his folding chair, so Rin takes the liberty of standing next to him. A hand settled on the metal backrest as she waits for his reply.
He's not aware of her martial arts prowess, either. So he can't possibly know that if she doesn't like his answer she can just yank the chair from under him, and dump Hiyori on the ground like a rag-doll who so rudely stole her spot in musical chairs.]
[Why is he still getting a menacing vibe from all this?]
No, nothing to fess up to.
[It sounds sincere enough. He did kind of make fun of her to Dabi, but that's how he talks about everyone, so it doesn't occur to him that she might've seen that and gotten mad.]
It's just that you're behaving somewhat suspiciously, that's all! And you said that thing about destroying the court, which seems excessive if you asked me. There was some pretty powerful magic on display at the Showcase, but none of those demonstrations did any damage. Do you not have much control over yours?
[Nothing to fess up to he says. That ends up being her tipping point. If he at least confessed something perhaps she would have been able to play along a little longer, but since Aak was distressed enough to tell her directly rather than Rin finding it herself she feels like something should be done.
So the hand on the back of the metal folding chair grips it with some force, and she yanks it up and tilts it to force him to fall out of the seat. Dumping him like a bag of unwanted spare parts.]
Nothing? Truly, nothing? Oh, why don't I jog your memory then?
[It seems like she's ignoring question in favor of her own round of grilling him.]
[Now this he didn't expect. Despite the air of menace, he had no idea about her strength; she's a petite young woman, after all. And so he does fall out of the chair, landing on his knees.]
What was that for? I haven't done anything to you!
[He whirls around to face her, already staggering to his feet.]
Oh? You haven't? Because I heard that you think sleeping with fully sentient beings that happen to have some anatomical differences is the same as laying with a beast. And by saying such things you both demean that person, and place implications on those who may have slept with them.
[She smiles in his direction, but it's the same smile she'd give to her fellow schoolmate Makidera when the girl would talk shit about her. The kind of smile that serves more as a glare. The kind of smile that's sharper than daggers piercing the skin. A threat.]
Oh, and I'm glad you're finally standing.
[In a flash she has her finger pointed at him. A dark, roiling mass forms at the tip — its wavering outline glowing red. When she lets the magic fly it hits near his feet and scorches the ground. A small bit of smoke rises from the spot showing that she could have blasted off his foot if she wanted to.]
[He blinks, looking totally bewildered. She's throwing a lot of words around, and he has no clue what she's saying. "Sentient beings?" "Beasts?" That whole Network thing with Aak was over a month ago, and he hasn't thought about it since.
But he'd better start thinking fast, because she's pointing a magical finger right at him. He holds up his hands.]
First of all—
[Then she blasts it at his feet, and he leaps backwards, face flashing with alarm.]
First of all, why do you care what I think? I thought my opinions meant nothing to you! And second of all, what are you talking about?
A little birdie [kitten, actually?] told me that you said sleeping with someone like Aak is akin to bestiality. That's pretty rude, isn't it? I think that's the kind of language PR teams have to clean up after they go public. And since you don't have a manager here to complain to, I think I'll do the clean up myself.
[She aims again. The curse developing at the tip of her index finger once more. This time she holds it. Waiting for his reaction. She wants to know if he'll hold his ground or retreat.]
[Recognition dawns when he hears the name "Aak." He huffs and crosses his arms.]
I just wanted him to stop harassing me! He came out of nowhere and said these crude things about me, even though I'd already made it clear I wasn't interested. And he made a gross threat about my partner, and one of the girls here warned me that he likes to drug people. He seems like an absolute creep. If he can't handle being rejected, then he shouldn't have said those gross things first!
[He's so busy complaining that he hardly notices she's still threatening him.]
[She aims closer this time. The shot blasts a small chunk from the floor, and singes the edges of his shoes.]
Oh, I don't care what he may have said. My problem is that your statement made a judgment call not about Aak himself, but the people who happened to have been with him before. You really don't consider what you say before it comes out of your mouth, do you? I'm not surprised he made comments about your boyfriend. Someone needs to teach you a lesson about what comes out of that mouth of yours.
[Now that gets his attention. He jumps backwards again, staring in disbelief at the damaged floor. He knows she's not a royalty card. She could get in trouble!
But there are rarely any consequences in this place. He's one of the people who told her that. So all he can do is shrink away, staring at her with a mixture of wariness and incredulous disbelief.]
Let me put it this way. If someone you'd already turned down started harassing you, and then threatened to go after your sister, would you insult him? Or would you hold back for fear of offending the people he's slept with? Keep in mind this is a one-on-one conversation, which should mean it's just between you two.
I'd come up with a better insult. But what does it matter? I've had enough of your mouth even without that comment.
[Tohsaka begins closing the distance between them — her ponytail swaying behind her with every step.]
Perhaps instead of chasing you with magic bullets I should be melting your mouth shut. That's not as serious as murder, right? I'd just get a slap on the wrist. Maybe a sternly worded... what is it called? E-mail? "DM"? Either way, you're going to have to entertain me until I'm not as pissed anymore. Got it? And I'm showing you my magic at the same time! We both win~
[What does it matter? He wonders whose behalf she's even angry on. It can't be her own, can it? Surely an attractive young woman like herself wouldn't be desperate enough to stick a cat's ***** up her ******* just to get a card.
Not that he's stupid enough to say that out loud. His lip curls when she threatens him rather graphically—he's still not sure if she means it, but at this point, it's starting to seem like she might! So what does he do?
Play dumb, that's what! If he acts like this is just a normal friendly interaction, then she might just start to see it that way too. Gradually, the tension will dissolve before she's even noticed. He'll take the wind out of her sails with his cheeriness! That's the plan!]
I'd be happy to brainstorm new insults sometime! But what exactly do you mean by entertainment? Do you want a song and dance? Or would you like to see my magic? I don't know if you know Weiss-chan, but she helped me unlock the power of my soul~♪
[He tries bringing out the sunshine, but instead of ruining her fun she just lets a sinister smile cut across her lips.]
By entertainment I mean this: you screaming for my mercy while I toy with you. Scurry about, little bug! I'm about to take out my frustrations on you ♥
[With a flourish and flick of her wrist she sets off another magic bullet. The condensed curse whizzes by Hiyori, singing the tips of his hair, before barreling into the far-off wall and creating a small hole. A bit of smoke rises from the scorched bit, and some people start leaving the courts close to the running track to avoid becoming injured bystanders.]
I'm giving you a chance to run, but if you don't I'll just have to catch you and find another way to play.
[A dilemma he can't yap his way out of? Say it ain't so...!
It worked when Fuuta cornered him in a treehouse a few weeks ago: all he had to do was yap. And it worked way back on the day of his arrival, when his new "wife" threatened him—all he had to do was turn the other cheek and show her some kindness, rather than keep insulting her. But alas, nothing will work on this girl, who shoots off another magic thingamajig, and—
Did that just make contact with his hair?!
Something sure smells like it's burning close to his face. The cheer vanishes from his face, and he brings up his arms. He moves back half a step, his heart lurching. What's she talking about? She wants him to scream and run? It's honestly tempting to do just that!
But instead, he forcibly digs his heel into the ground, steeling his expression and standing rooted to the spot.]
That sounds like a pain, so if you're going to shoot me, just do it.
[His hand curls near his pocket where he's carrying the small cannister of air freshener. Idly he wonders if he could spray it in her eye, or if it's a lost cause. But he'd rather not do anything violent to a girl, so what does that leave him with?]
Is that right? I don't want your limbs or your blood. I just want a little of your humiliation. Why refuse to make a girl happy?
[She considers her options. What else could she do to him that would be harmless, yet fun? Perhaps she could blast a hole in the floor and watch the shock on his face when he falls though to the room below? Or maybe she could alter his gravity just enough that he flies off into the ceiling like a lost balloon, and have him beg and scream to be let down again?
Tohsaka frowns as her blue eyes give him a disappointed once-over.]
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And the only reason you agreed to meet with me last time was so I'd treat you to sweets, correct? And so you could prove me wrong about being an old warlock.
But if you just want to show off and prove that you can go toe-to-toe with gods and immortal ghosts, that's perfectly alright. I don't have much competitive spirit, but it's fun to see other people get fired up!
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[It's not, really, but it's a good excuse.]
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See you there! Let me just grab my air freshener!
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He waves from a distance when he spots Rin, calling out across the court.]
Yoo-hoo! ♪ I'm here to see some magic! But first let me pull up a chair...♪
[And then he claims the nearest folding chair, turning it to face her. He's keeping his distance, though it's not out of suspicion—he just remembers when she implied that her magic was oh-so-dangerous and he might not want to get too close to it. Back when he thought she was an old warlock!]
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You're not going to want to sit for this. You may end up being unable to dodge if you're stationary. What if some stray debris came after you?
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Debris?
[He raises his brows. Is she all talk as usual?]
You're not planning to blow up the place, are you?
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[She raises her left arm, and he'll see blue marks start to glow. Hard-edged geometric patterns appear from her wrist to her elbow. Her family's crest encompasses the entire arm, but she only needs to fill certain pathways with magical energy for what she's doing.]
This is a Crest. It is both an archive and an organ that gets handed down from heir-to-heir in a mage family. The longer the bloodline lasts the more extensive the crest. These markings hold spells that need only magical energy. Because of this Crest there are spells that I can use without circle or incantation. The spell I will show you today is gandr. Originally a low-level curse meant to cause minor physical ailment in its target to weaken them. However, if you condense and layer the curse you create something much more... dangerous. Now I have great aim, but it's not a precision spell. You shouldn't put yourself in the potential splash-zone.
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But then his brow furrows as he tries to absorb that whole infodump.]
So you're from the same world as Hilda-chan, huh.
[That's what he assumes, after hearing about something called a Crest being passed down through a bloodline. He eyes her somewhat dubiously and says,]
You know, you don't need to show me. If your magic is that ruinous, then you might just land us both in trouble. I know you're all about "equivalent exchanges," but I haven't done anything for you yet. If you insist on making things "equal," though, you could always treat me to sweets sometime. I've treated you before, so that would be a truly equal exchange, would it not?
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[He still hasn't risen from his folding chair, so Rin takes the liberty of standing next to him. A hand settled on the metal backrest as she waits for his reply.
He's not aware of her martial arts prowess, either. So he can't possibly know that if she doesn't like his answer she can just yank the chair from under him, and dump Hiyori on the ground like a rag-doll who so rudely stole her spot in musical chairs.]
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No, nothing to fess up to.
[It sounds sincere enough. He did kind of make fun of her to Dabi, but that's how he talks about everyone, so it doesn't occur to him that she might've seen that and gotten mad.]
It's just that you're behaving somewhat suspiciously, that's all! And you said that thing about destroying the court, which seems excessive if you asked me. There was some pretty powerful magic on display at the Showcase, but none of those demonstrations did any damage. Do you not have much control over yours?
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So the hand on the back of the metal folding chair grips it with some force, and she yanks it up and tilts it to force him to fall out of the seat. Dumping him like a bag of unwanted spare parts.]
Nothing? Truly, nothing? Oh, why don't I jog your memory then?
[It seems like she's ignoring question in favor of her own round of grilling him.]
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[Now this he didn't expect. Despite the air of menace, he had no idea about her strength; she's a petite young woman, after all. And so he does fall out of the chair, landing on his knees.]
What was that for? I haven't done anything to you!
[He whirls around to face her, already staggering to his feet.]
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[She smiles in his direction, but it's the same smile she'd give to her fellow schoolmate Makidera when the girl would talk shit about her. The kind of smile that serves more as a glare. The kind of smile that's sharper than daggers piercing the skin. A threat.]
Oh, and I'm glad you're finally standing.
[In a flash she has her finger pointed at him. A dark, roiling mass forms at the tip — its wavering outline glowing red. When she lets the magic fly it hits near his feet and scorches the ground. A small bit of smoke rises from the spot showing that she could have blasted off his foot if she wanted to.]
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[He blinks, looking totally bewildered. She's throwing a lot of words around, and he has no clue what she's saying. "Sentient beings?" "Beasts?" That whole Network thing with Aak was over a month ago, and he hasn't thought about it since.
But he'd better start thinking fast, because she's pointing a magical finger right at him. He holds up his hands.]
First of all—
[Then she blasts it at his feet, and he leaps backwards, face flashing with alarm.]
First of all, why do you care what I think? I thought my opinions meant nothing to you! And second of all, what are you talking about?
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[She aims again. The curse developing at the tip of her index finger once more. This time she holds it. Waiting for his reaction. She wants to know if he'll hold his ground or retreat.]
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[Recognition dawns when he hears the name "Aak." He huffs and crosses his arms.]
I just wanted him to stop harassing me! He came out of nowhere and said these crude things about me, even though I'd already made it clear I wasn't interested. And he made a gross threat about my partner, and one of the girls here warned me that he likes to drug people. He seems like an absolute creep. If he can't handle being rejected, then he shouldn't have said those gross things first!
[He's so busy complaining that he hardly notices she's still threatening him.]
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Oh, I don't care what he may have said. My problem is that your statement made a judgment call not about Aak himself, but the people who happened to have been with him before. You really don't consider what you say before it comes out of your mouth, do you? I'm not surprised he made comments about your boyfriend. Someone needs to teach you a lesson about what comes out of that mouth of yours.
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But there are rarely any consequences in this place. He's one of the people who told her that. So all he can do is shrink away, staring at her with a mixture of wariness and incredulous disbelief.]
Let me put it this way. If someone you'd already turned down started harassing you, and then threatened to go after your sister, would you insult him? Or would you hold back for fear of offending the people he's slept with? Keep in mind this is a one-on-one conversation, which should mean it's just between you two.
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[Tohsaka begins closing the distance between them — her ponytail swaying behind her with every step.]
Perhaps instead of chasing you with magic bullets I should be melting your mouth shut. That's not as serious as murder, right? I'd just get a slap on the wrist. Maybe a sternly worded... what is it called? E-mail? "DM"? Either way, you're going to have to entertain me until I'm not as pissed anymore. Got it? And I'm showing you my magic at the same time! We both win~
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Not that he's stupid enough to say that out loud. His lip curls when she threatens him rather graphically—he's still not sure if she means it, but at this point, it's starting to seem like she might! So what does he do?
Play dumb, that's what! If he acts like this is just a normal friendly interaction, then she might just start to see it that way too. Gradually, the tension will dissolve before she's even noticed. He'll take the wind out of her sails with his cheeriness! That's the plan!]
I'd be happy to brainstorm new insults sometime! But what exactly do you mean by entertainment? Do you want a song and dance? Or would you like to see my magic? I don't know if you know Weiss-chan, but she helped me unlock the power of my soul~♪
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By entertainment I mean this: you screaming for my mercy while I toy with you. Scurry about, little bug! I'm about to take out my frustrations on you ♥
[With a flourish and flick of her wrist she sets off another magic bullet. The condensed curse whizzes by Hiyori, singing the tips of his hair, before barreling into the far-off wall and creating a small hole. A bit of smoke rises from the scorched bit, and some people start leaving the courts close to the running track to avoid becoming injured bystanders.]
I'm giving you a chance to run, but if you don't I'll just have to catch you and find another way to play.
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It worked when Fuuta cornered him in a treehouse a few weeks ago: all he had to do was yap. And it worked way back on the day of his arrival, when his new "wife" threatened him—all he had to do was turn the other cheek and show her some kindness, rather than keep insulting her. But alas, nothing will work on this girl, who shoots off another magic thingamajig, and—
Did that just make contact with his hair?!
Something sure smells like it's burning close to his face. The cheer vanishes from his face, and he brings up his arms. He moves back half a step, his heart lurching. What's she talking about? She wants him to scream and run? It's honestly tempting to do just that!
But instead, he forcibly digs his heel into the ground, steeling his expression and standing rooted to the spot.]
That sounds like a pain, so if you're going to shoot me, just do it.
[His hand curls near his pocket where he's carrying the small cannister of air freshener. Idly he wonders if he could spray it in her eye, or if it's a lost cause. But he'd rather not do anything violent to a girl, so what does that leave him with?]
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[She considers her options. What else could she do to him that would be harmless, yet fun? Perhaps she could blast a hole in the floor and watch the shock on his face when he falls though to the room below? Or maybe she could alter his gravity just enough that he flies off into the ceiling like a lost balloon, and have him beg and scream to be let down again?
Tohsaka frowns as her blue eyes give him a disappointed once-over.]
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[Especially ones who singe his hair, which is on par with committing a war crime.
But we can hold that thought for later. Soon the rest of her words catch up to him, and his eyes bulge.]
... wait. That's what you're into?
["Humiliation"? Don't tell him... she's one of those girls?!]