mayfield_rpg | 19th☆

[Action - 1125 Taylor]

[Early in the morning, before school, Marisa takes the time to place a multilayer ward about her residence and its yard. It has three specific wards, powerful wards - one each to bar The Major, Bazett, and any troll with tyrian purple blood from the property. There is also a subtler ward cast that will target any non-resident (Merem isn't affected) that tries to significantly harm another while on the property through a combination binding/paralyzing effect. Those with a strong enough magic ability could break the wards, but the general feeling about them is that it would be a bad idea with how well they are woven.

The casting can easily be felt by anyone with the slightest bit of magical sensing.]

[Action - School]

[Marisa is sitting in the cafeteria, completely ignoring her yummy homemade lunch, and seems to be working on a map of sorts. Her brow furrows as she wads up the paper and throws it at the nearby garbage can - missing it - and starts over again. She's going to end up going through a lot of paper at this rate.]

[Phone]

So... I can't remember where everyone lives. Like the addresses and how to get to some place. [It pains her to have to admit this.] I need you all, if you're my friends or allies or just people I like to bug - especially everyone from Gensokyo - to remind me.

Okay?

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Sure! But if I end up breaking my neck or something, you have to placate my girlfriend.

I get the feeling that's some kind of bad omen.

Have you met Patchy?

I think I talked to her once...and she brought you up.

She seemed kinda uptight and serious.

How did I come up?

And yeah, she is kinda like that, but that's just on the surface. Takes a lot of time and persistence to get underneath her skin and see how truly amazing she is.

I don't remember how you came up...but see, I guess I don't have anything to worry about, then!

[Arcueid grabs both carts, easily picks them up, and heads toward the backyard fence.]

You coming?

Course, I am!

[Marisa follows along and looks the carts over.]

[Arcueid marches on, hauling those carts easily to the top of a steep hill. Upon reaching the apex, she sets both carts down, holding them in place.]

Okay, you get how it works, right? It's real simple. Jump in and let it roll.

[As Arcueid speaks, she sets her cart in a position where it won't roll...and begins to slowly walk away from it.]

...you first, ze.

[Once Arcueid seems to have gotten a suitable distance away, she turns back toward the cart, a wicked smile on her face.]

Okay then. [She takes off toward her cart, jumping in at full force. She slams into the cart, causing it to literally rocket down the hill at blinding speed. She throws her arms up in the air, shouting wildly as she flies down the street.

Upon reaching a suitable intersection, Arcueid deftly puts the cart on two wheels to make a hard turn, disappearing down a side street. The fact that she didn't roll over is nothing short of a miracle.]

[Marisa may be insane, but she has a survival instinct. And her survival instinct was telling her that Arc was NUTS and of the witch did anything of the sort someone would be scraping witch up off the side walk.

Plus, she was five feet tall and can't jump that high. Well, that was what flight magic was for, and with no one looking around Marisa could use some of it without her broom in hand.

So she magic-hopped up into the cart and then used a force blast to send her off down the road.

CRASH!

Yeah... turning didn't happen.]

[That's okay, because Arcueid had already wiped out up that road a bit during Marisa's flight. So, she's already trotting to Marisa's crash site.]

Hey, you okay?

Owwww...

[Arc will fine one upturned cart with a witch trapped underneath it. She looks a bit dazed.]

[Arcueid goes ahead and yanks that cart off of her, gently picking Marisa up from the ground.]

Hey, hey c'mon you're way tougher than that.

I'd like to remind you that right now I have the proportional strength of a normal human that's five feet tall and maybe a hundred pounds, ze.

[Marisa checks some of her scrapes, thankful she's only bleeding along the edge of her hand that took the brunt of the fall. This means that side of her hand goes in her mouth to soothe.]

[Arcueid gives Marisa a concerned look.]

Then why did you do something so insane? I thought you'd be alright...

...cause I am insane. And it looked fun, despite me figuring I'd get hurt. I was fine until the turn. I don't think I'm strong enough to turn the cart without using magic.

Then why didn't you use magic?

Experimentation, ze. Try it one way and when that doesn't work, try it another way.

You really are crazy.

[Arcueid attempts to set Marisa on her feet very gently.]

Can you stand up ok?

Duh.

[The witch wobbles a moment, shakes her head to clear it, and then seems okay.]

Eh. Good enough.

[Arcueid gives Marisa a look.]

You sure? If you're hurt I'll never hear the end of it from the nun.

As if I'd tell her how I got hurt. I blow myself up enough at home, I doubt she'll go "HARK! THIS IS ARCUEID'S FAULT!"

[a pause] That'd be so creepy if she did though.

...I'm pretty sure she blames me for everything. But then again I guess I never really hide what I'm doing.

[Arcueid can't help but giggle a little.]

Alright then, looks like I'm going to have to bench your cart for the season.

This just means I'll ride with you in your cart, ze.

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