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Ouija turned around at the sudden burst of anger from a boy across the room, and then she looked at the girl who he had yelled at. She smirked slightly walking over to him. "Yelling for no apparent reason isn't nice mister, besides, if you old weapon left you with a broken arm then she obviously wasn't the right weapon for you hm." Even though Ouija loved to play games with her meister she never once harmed him or put him in harms way. "In fact, I choose you, you seem hot head, I believe you could handle my fire eh." She was referring to her form, Whip of Fire. She Looked at him with an almost challenging look and crossed her arms.