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Tawny bit her lip and peered into the Infirmary bathroom, the glass from the shattered mirror was still strewn about the tiled floor and her scythe was still there. She stared curiously at the weapon, the blade still glinted brightly and strangely only reflected the hollow of her neck. No. Not now. Now, she'd ensure Tarik's safety - afterall, she had to prove herself to him, whether it started as friendship or bodyguard she was determined to be there for him.

She extended her arm and the weapon levitated on its own. It spun in the air once before flying straight toward her, blade-first; she ducked a little to the left and caught it at the handle, it'd barely missed her. A bastard scythe is what it was and selfish too. Slowly, Tawny ran her pale fingers over the long handle and made comforting noises as though talking to a child, "Shh, shh, shh. You get me what I want and I'll get you what you want." On its own, the blade flew from her hand and spun in the air, getting increasingly smaller till it vanished from sight. A sigh passed her lips then, demons were so hard to appease.. even if you were one yourself.

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