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*It's night-time, and outside of Building 6 there is a young-looking gothic lolita vampire and a bed of roses.

Rachel, in an attempt to not get dirty while planting a garden, has been attempting to do the entire thing with spatial manipulation - you might see the dirt itself shift around the roses if you looked long enough. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be going well for her, and the rose "garden" is lopsided and mismatched, and the roses don't look healthy. They're wilting a bit.

And because of this, Rachel is looking all the more irritated and frustrated.

Clearly this is the best time to bother her.*

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[Bitch please.

And normally she wouldn't want to get dirty but she wants to show Rachel up so bad that she starts digging up a flower and setting it in the correct place.]

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*Goddamnit. She can't let Remilia get the better of her like this. Think, Rachel, think.*

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[Think fast because she's moving another flower]

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How can you possibly abide to get so filthy?

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[She doesn't know...

...so she'll have to think fast]

I can do it because when I do something, I always plan on doing it right the first time, no matter the consequences.

[suck it rachel]

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Then you are willing to sacrifice your dignity for an easy result? I confess I had thought better of you, Remilia.

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Really, Rachel. I would have presumed that even you would understand that the loss of dignity caused by failing is even greater. It is much better to say "I can do this task" than to admit defeat.

In the end, you're the loser.

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On the contrary, I will not let another dictate the terms on which I succeed or fail. Do you truly believe that there is more pride in the sacrifice of your standards for mere fleeting victory than in refusing to compromise your position?

Even if I had faltered here, I would still be able to claim a victory.

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[YOU LITTLE- JUST ADMIT YOU LOST.

NO YOU KNOW WHAT

Flinging a handful of dirt with vampire violence. Enjoy that.]

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*NEVER Rachel is far too proud to admit defeat. And she's shielding with her parasol!* My, my. Remilia, are you asking me to play?

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[STANDING UP]

I have simply had enough of your insolence. I volunteered my time and cleanliness to assist you and you return the favor with insults. Prepare yourself.

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You ought to pay closer attention, Remilia. I do not believe I ever insulted you.

*A smirk.* Though if you would like to dance with me, I should be only too happy to oblige you.

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[THERE IS ONLY A FROWN HERE

and a lance way too massive for her little body appearing in her hand]

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*Well.

That's a new trick at least.*

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Is this your first time seeing my weapon? It's one of the most powerful of its kind.

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And the one-eyed-man is king in the land of the blind. I have no need for such a tool.

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[suddenly so smug]

And yet you use your parasol. Hypocrisy at its best. Besides, if you knew this weapon's name, you would realize what trouble you are about to be in.

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*She chuckles.* Yet the parasol is merely that, a parasol. Its power is mine and mine alone, while you must rely on the so-called "power" of that thing.

I shall indulge you, then: Tell me its name, or case your prattle and entertain me.

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Having acquired it myself, its power belongs to me.

[setting it on her shoulder]

Its name is Gungnir.

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Yet it is not your own.

*Repeating, a bit softly as she thinks.* Gungnir - in Norse mythology, the spear of Odin. It would never miss a target, and would always prove fatal.

*The corner of her mouth turns up.* How interesting.

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Oh, it is mine. Someone like you who doesn't know the glory of victory would never understand.

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You assume far too much about me, Remilia. And if you expect that I should be intimidated into submission by your little relic there, you assume incorrectly.

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I would be disappointed if you were. Being covered in your blood is what I was looking forward to.

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Ah, how romantic.

Then what could you possibly be waiting for? Come, let's see what the mouse's trinket can do to the cat.

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I'm waiting on you. It simply would not be polite of me to assault a lesser being.