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Miraze stared at Aurelie before starting to laugh. "Really, Aurelie? You thought I didn't notice the subtle 'Divide and Rule' that went in there? I wasn't actually saying your reaction was immature, but merely the way you phrased it was hilarious. Besides, why would I think high school kids are immature? I'm one myself, right?" she grinned. "And I have never thought of you as immature either, or even myself as more mature. But I do believe them, you know why? Its because of one of the reasons you dislike them. They - or at least Vlad - has a big ego. Those with big egos tend to live up to their promises, because they are afraid to fail to deliver, they need to keep playing up to their 'code' or 'standards'. If he promised us he won't attack us, chances are that with his convoluted sense of 'honour', he won't resort to it unless the situation is drastic. That's also the exact reason I gave him my name, to show him I trust them. They probably won't betray someone's 'trust', it would be 'beneath' them to do so."

She stretched, still smiling. "But anyway, my job was done by the time you started, and it was pretty funny to hear you bash them to dust. Call me sadistic, but it was nice to see someone saying the things I couldn't say outright. At least, not yet, in this state. Also, if you had challenged him to a sparring match, even with no disintegration allowed, we would still suffer more damage than we can afford, even if we managed to win, which, at our current state, would require a more than a little effort. Its better to hold off for a more opportune time, and its not like they could find us out, anyway, I entered us under a different name after that encounter, and took care of Mr. Davis." she finished - the man who rented them their apartment had been surprisingly susceptible to the illusion, weak-willed and unresisting, which was why Miraze hadn't needed Aurelie's help for that.

"Now how do we explain this?" she asked, pouting a little as she looked down at the car. "Looks like I'll need to break into my hair dye money again." She had actually liked the colour purple when she first dyed it this colour years ago on a whim, partly because she was curious and partly so people were sufficiently freaked out at her strange hair colour and left her alone in peace, and even though now she almost always wore some kind of a hood or cap that almost - if not fully - covered it, it had grown natural to her, and she saved off a little money for the next time she would need to dye it every time she went out on a 'job'. "... maybe we should take jobs or something." she muttered, the idea not appealing to her in the least. With her education, the only job she could get would be a waitress, or something equally horrendous, where she would be expected to be in public constantly. And while Miraze could manage that, the thought alone made her want to gag.