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Post by Soprano on Apr 16, 2011 22:26:08 GMT -6
Fatima walked out of one of the classrooms, wearing some track pants and a tank top. She looked a little bit sweaty, like she’d been working out. She wore her black gloves that she typically used for magic, so it was likely she was practicing it. Her aggressive magic was quite a bit more physical than nearly anyone else’s, aside from Dago’s from what she knew. She couldn’t figure out what his was exactly about, other than he was pretty damn strong, but didn’t know anything about fighting. The day from the raid, she recalled that he’d broken someone’s arm and their ribs without batting an eyelash. She thought about giving him a few pointers on hand-to-hand combat, but hadn’t yet.
She started to walk up the stairs towards the women’s dorms, intent on getting a shower after practicing. She was whistling Georgia on My Mind as she climbed the second staircase.
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Post by lillium on Apr 16, 2011 23:11:26 GMT -6
Madeleine was on her way downstairs to go grab some books on magic when she saw Fatima, who looked as though she'd been working out or something, heading her direction. "Hi!" she said, smiling at her new friend. She didn't know what Fatima was whistling, probably a folk tune that Madeleine hadn't ever heard.
Madeleine was still trying to get ahead of Selene. She had no idea what Selene was making, though. All she ever did was stay in her workshop all day. It was weird, really. Well, Madeleine wasn't about to become a hermit and just build things all day. That was ridiculous. But she still needed to one-up the other woman somehow. . Hmmm.
She'd have to come up with something magnificent that Marian would praise her for. Something totally useful and something far better than Selene could have ever come up with. Then she'd be happy, really happy, and be far better than Selene.
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Post by Soprano on Apr 16, 2011 23:38:04 GMT -6
Fatima stopped whistling when the lovely Madeleine spoke to her. She flashed her a winning smile.
“Minha linda flor, how are you?” Fatima said brightly.
She seemed like she was in a really good mood. Usually exercising put her in a really good mood, not that she wasn’t usually. Something about hitting the crap out of something made any stress that she might have flow away without a fight.
Fatima didn’t know anything about Maddy’s feud with Selene, nor did she know much about Selene. Mages were a stuffy sort, in Fatima’s opinion, she hadn’t gotten to know many of them. They usually spent their time locked up like Dr. Frankenstein, or practicing magic. She realized she fell into the latter category without even trying. She’d have to change the hell out of that.
“What are you up to, fina?” Fatima followed up, “If you’re not busy, we could grab a bite to eat.”
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Post by lillium on Apr 17, 2011 0:00:56 GMT -6
"I'm good, how are you?" Madeleine asked, smiling back. Stress wasn't something that went away very easily for her; it seemed as though she always had something on her mind that she had to go and get done. It was tiresome sometimes, really, but she tried to ignore that. In any case, she had motivation now.
"That sounds good," she said, right as her stomach rumbled. Huh. Madeleine realized she'd forgotten to eat breakfast. Whoops. Well, then it was a good thing she had run into Fatima, then! If she hadn't, Madeleine wouldn't have realized how hungry she was.
Not many people knew about Madeleine's feud with Selene. In fact, even Selene didn't know about Madeleine's feud with Selene, which was irksome, but Madeleine did her best to seem civil around the other engineer even after that incident in which Selene had tried to eat her alive. Literally, too. It had been really unpleasant and really awkward.
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Post by Soprano on Apr 17, 2011 0:41:43 GMT -6
Fatima smiled wider, “I was great, but I’m fantastic now.”
Thankfully for Fatima, part of being a really physical person meant that all of her troubles would wash away with a good round with a punching bag and a hot shower. She was pretty carefree normally though, so perhaps it was more than just being physical.
“Woah,” said Fatima when she heard Maddy’s stomach, “Sounds like you could use more than a bite. Busy lately?”
Fatima laughed good-naturedly, “Let me shower off and we can go. What kind of food do you like?”
Fatima had already jogged halfway up the stairs by the time she was finished speaking. She gestured for Maddy to follow her with a flick of her head.
“C’mon, you can wait for me if you want, I won’t be too long. Can’t make a lady wait, after all,” she said with a smile.
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Post by lillium on Apr 17, 2011 16:56:10 GMT -6
Madeleine laughed. "A bit busy, I suppose," she admitted. She'd been reading up on magical artifacts lately and had been attempting to create something useful. After all, she doubted that Selene could come up with anything useful- Madeleine wasn't aware of the whole flashlight thing that Marian was so happy about.
"Alright," Madeleine said, following Fatima up the stairs and down the hall. She shrugged when Fatima asked her what sorts of foods she liked. "All kinds, really," she admitted. "Spicy food is good, though." In Quebec there was a lot of French food, obviously, but also a lot of Asian food- There were, after all, a lot of Asians in Canada. Vietnamese food was really good, as was Thai and Indian. .
Madeleine stomach growled again and her face turned a bit pink. Stupid stomach, she thought. Oh well, it was good Fatima had brought up food- She would've gone on working without thinking about it.
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Post by Soprano on Apr 17, 2011 17:40:00 GMT -6
Fatima finally reached her room and allowed Madeleine inside, “Busy enough to forget eating, that’s a bit?” she teased gently.
Fatima nodded, “If you like spicy foods, then our options open up, fina,” she said with a laugh, “Give me a second, I’ll be right with you.”
Fatima dashed off to take a quick shower. She didn’t take very long, she just needed to soap up and rinse off so she didn’t smell like she’d been exercising. She wrapped a big towel around herself and walked back to her room, not really caring about being immodest or anything.
She opened the door, shut it, and began getting dressed, not really caring much about what Madeleine may or may not see. That was part of the fun, wasn’t it? Playing these games, seemingly innocent games that are very strategic and rely on knowledge of people; Fatima could handle both and enjoyed it.
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Post by lillium on Apr 17, 2011 18:02:33 GMT -6
Madeleine smiled and walked into Fatima's room and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Okay, maybe more than a bit," she admitted. But still. It wasn't like she was losing sleep over this- Okay, she was, but she was at least getting six hours of sleep a night. That was enough to survive off of without any internal organs failing or anything.
She didn't want to die or anything. Dying would mean that Selene had won.
When Fatima came back to the room and began changing Madeleine looked away politely. She thought Fatima was attractive, sure- But the thought of anything sexual completely disgusted her still. Whenever she though about sex, the shriveled up body of Jean-Baptiste and the crushed skull of the succubus showed up in her mind and made her want to vomit.
At least Hakan hadn't fallen prey to the demon when they went to exterminate that cult, Madeleine thought. She couldn't stand to see any more shriveled up corpses.
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Post by Soprano on Apr 17, 2011 18:29:56 GMT -6
Fatima pulled on a pair of trousers after she threw on a singlet. She glanced over her shoulder at Madeleine who seemed to have taken the route to respect Fatima’s privacy. Oh that wouldn’t do, not at all. She wanted to find out of Madeleine was even remotely interested, because Fatima was, a shitload interested.
Fatima moved behind Madeleine and put her hands on the bed so she right behind her shoulder. She was close enough to invade Madeleine’s personal space, but not enough that it was creepy. Fatima didn’t want to scare her off because she came on too strong, after all. Little did Fatima know that Madeleine was completely against sex right now. That would be a problem, but probably only for Fatima.
“You don’t have to be so modest,” Fatima said in a low voice, “I don’t mind.”
Fatima assumed that being guilty of lust and then living somewhere that was extremely hot made for one pretty shameless mage. She didn’t see anything wrong with that.
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Post by lillium on Apr 17, 2011 18:52:30 GMT -6
Madeleine froze up and the image of Jean-Baptiste was blown up in her mind. She gulped and tried to compose herself, and failed. Deep breaths, she told herself. Deep breaths. She felt nauseous and realized a quick trip to the bathroom might be in order very, very soon. God dammit. His shriveled up corpse on the floor of her office, the demon who looked just like her getting up off of him. .
"Uhm," Madeleine said, trying to compose herself again. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. She couldn't think of anything. Couldn't think of anything except for his dead lifeless shriveled up body on the ground and that thing, that thing fucking him and oh my god. .
She threw up, trying to make sure it was just on the ground and not on Fatima's sheets or anything. Oh god. This was embarrassing and Madeleine felt horrible, and she hoped that Fatima didn't think that she was some weird homophobe because she wasn't; the thought of sex just made her feel sick.
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