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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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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.

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And that would be precisely why I have not acted yet. I might as well give a wretch like you a sporting chance, after all.

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It looks like we may have reached a stalemate.

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Oh? I hope that does not mean you intend to back down, Remilia. We haven't had our fun yet.

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I have all of eternity. Waiting for you to attack will be simple enough.

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Neither of us are growing any older.

Shouldn't you put that little stick of yours to use?

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Your taunts mean little to me.

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There is much that means little when one cannot comprehend.

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Comprehending the words of a fool is something that requires years of learning. Much more than I have.

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And learning to comprehend the words of your betters will take longer still. You are lucky that I am so very patient.