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[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Muttering under his breath and looking rather frustrated as he paces quickly with both eyes closed. Suddenly, something seems off and he opens one, pausing to look around and making a 'hmph' sound]

VI. This is hardly the time for your tricks.

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[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[A slight 'Mmph' sound at being hit again, but also a satisfied grin at her retreat]

Who knows? Perhaps with the help of science, you may be able to best me.

[madamemoiselle]

Do you want to die? {Clenches her fist, making her skin crack and tear from being frozen. But frozen or not, the skin almost looks as if its bubbling as the damage repairs itself.}

I was trying to be nice.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[A casual, interested glance, as if he wouldn't mind studying that]

You could say I was preforming an experiment of sorts.

As far as my supposed 'death' is concenered, I've yet to see evidence that you pose a significant threat.

[madamemoiselle]

{The glance combined with the word experiment, well...just like that, Diva's eyes widen in some kind of feral fear. But rather than run, it seemed like a better idea to just eliminate the threat altogether. So Diva is close again, but this time her hand pushes right through his chest, and out the other side.}

((ooc: D8 ahaha if she goes too far, just make a note or something and we can void it;;; Diva doesn't really...hold back/care about life.))

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[A very inhuman scream as black wisps of smoke come out, and he quickly warps ten feet away, clutching at the 'wound', and... laughing?]

[OOC: Perfectly alright! XD I doubt you can go too far with me >_>]

[madamemoiselle]

{There's little time for him to laugh, because Diva's assault isn't going to stop. She's with him in an instant, her thumb catching inside his mouth and her palm outside as she uses her motion to push him back and towards the ground to smash his head against the invisible floor.}

I can spell. Raelyl.

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[The laugh is gone as quickly as it came, and he barely manages to warp away this time, not making it as far as last time, and still trying to scramble to his feet- Summoning a huge, blue shield as he does so Pwnt by a girl, oh the undignifying shame]

[madamemoiselle]

{Chiming and malicious} Where's your laugh now, old man~?

{Her knuckles crack, and she rushes forward again, appearing to come straight forward, but disappearing again to appear behind him, delivering a surprisingly powerful kick for such a small body to his side}

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

You-- [Taken by surprise at the suddenness. Falls forward on top of his shield, but instead of answering, eyes narrow dangerously and the temperature of the area around them begins to drop quickly and drastically as the 'ground' turns to ice and a film of chilly mist forms.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She steadies herself on the ice, taking a half step back and shuddering at the sudden cold, but doesn't move towards move him yet}

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Takes the chance to straighten up, surverying the wreck that WAS his cloak, before turning back to her; Temperature drops even more.]

And I suppose you had a point to prove with this?

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, I don't kindly to being called an experiment, old man.

{The temperature drop isn't exactly pleasant, but if it gets too bad, she'll just leave. But she crouches before springing towards him to try and punch him in the face again}

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

In case you forget, it was you that mentioned being an experiment in the first place. I merely elaborated.

[Was expecting it that time and manages to jump back and evade; A pained grunt from the damage already inflicted, but otherwise is collected now.]

[madamemoiselle]

{If anything, the ground isn't to her advantage at all. She slips, only catching herself with her hand once her feet hit the ground.} It was rude.

{Her feet try to catch a grip on the ground, and it's enough to send her off the ice with enough speed to seem to disappear again. It's a pressure on Vexen's shoulders that shows where she went, her hands planted onto them as a grip. She just continues to flip, not letting go, and the instant her feet touch the ground again, he's thrown hard. But the ice works to his advantage again, for instead of throwing him straight down, she merely throws him far, and her balance in thrown enough for Diva to slip backwards and crack her head against the invisible ground.}

[frigidfourth.livejournal.com]

[Momentarily caught off guard again, but regains his composure even faster this time now that he's finally in control of the situation. Assuming she's been knocked out, he gives her a slight kick to the ribs with the toe of his foot.]

Mmph... [Seems satisfied with the results of his latest 'experiment', albeit a little scruffy from it, and warps out- people here CAN be risky to interact with.]