Match of the Millennium

Description: As the guests have been trapped inside the castle grounds by... special friends outside, Angelina investigates the various rooms of the castle, searching for the source of the trouble. Little does she know she is about to walk right into the trap of Amandine, whose cauldron has been agitated and is going haywire thanks to the rogue spirits that have been summoned in the castle. Her kettle now yearns for blood, at least, more so than usual-and Angelina has been caught in its path! Out of the frying pan and...

[ANGELINA]
Angelina has been feeling restless in recent months. Since her trips to Japan and Italy in the Spring, her dingy dive of an office in downtown Metro City has seemed even more grim than usual. So when the invitation landed on her desk to attend a mysterious party in England, she found herself unable to resist.

Which is how she finds herself freezing her butt off in the Northumberland countryside in late October. She's dressed in a long white gown and white satin boots, whilst wearing a pair of huge white feathered wings on her back and a golden halo suspended above her long black curls. She's made allowances to the invitation's suggestion to wrap up warm, by adding a long white cloak trimmed with white faux fur, but she's still shivering and shaking. She's also got mud on her boots.

Following the greeting by their glamorous and glittering host, Lyraelle, she'd been instructed to make her way to the scullery where she'd find a surprise waiting for her. Given it's the season of spookiness, she's all set for a few shocks to come her way, but so far the worst she's had to deal with is the slippery cobbles that provided the pathway to her destination.

Once inside the scullery, she steps cautiously on the creaking old wooden planks that form the floor. There's a strange and somewhat musty smell in the air, that she can't quite place and cobwebs collect in the corners of the culinary area. Strangely, it's not the dirtiest kitchen she's ever been in.

She calls out a little cautiously, perhaps hoping for other partygoers to share in the frightening fun with her, but so far the only answer she has recieved is the sound of her own echo.

[AMANDINE]
ALready in the scullery are the sounds of trouble. The clanging of pans echoes throughout the musty kitchen as someone -- or something -- goes through the cookware in a frantic search.

"Oh my GOD," the voice is loud, and a bit shrill, further puncutated by the crash of a jar (fortunately empty) tossed across the kitchen to shatter against a wall. "Who keeps a KITCHEN like this?" The voice's owner surfaces from routing through a cupboard, but just barely--her head sticks over it just slightly, due to her height.

Behind her, at the end of a length of chain, a great black cauldron pops and bubbles, some kind of equally arcane stew brewing in the pot.

"You'd THINK they'd have SOMETHING to cook with if they're going to invite people in. HOLY HELL."

[ANGELINA]
Turning her head sharply around, as the sounds of culinary chaos are heard, Angelina is now on alert. She makes her way across the room, smacking into surfaces with her fullsome feathers.

"It isn't really up to regulation standards is it?" she sympathises with the voice, seeking out the speaker as she moves.

Her accent is full on Metro City, interlaced with the Italian that forms her roots.

"Were you thinking of making us some snacks? There might be some candy around somewhere. It is Halloween after all."

[AMANDINE]
"Not at ALL. I mean, FINALLY, someone--"

Amandine pauses, turning her head to look at Angelina. She tries to look over a shelf, but her vision is obscured. For a moment, she pulls up, trying to get a better view. When she doesn't succeed, the small chef finally stomps around it, revealing her full sub-five foot stature.

"I was going to make m--" She pauses. "Who are YOU again?" She asks, abruptly. Suddenly, the cauldron pops as something in it bubbles up.

[ANGELINA]
"Angelina Benedetti at your service" the Italian American introduces herself, stepping towards the tiny chef with an outstretched hand.

Her pale skin will feel cool to the touch and soft on the surface, but her grip is both confident and firm.

"You got some soup in there?" she wonders, peering into the cauldron curiously and sniffing the air.

"Or maybe you're boiling up some lost children" she jests, following her suggestion with a slight snicker.

[AMANDINE]
"Uh," Amandine speaks slowly and skeptically, "huh." The raven-haired woman looks up at Angelina, then turns to look at the cauldron. She tugs her collar awkwardly, looks at Angelina, then back at Tantalus, then back at Angelina.

"W-why do you want to know?!" Amandine interjects, tugging on the chain. The lid suddenly and unnaturally flips open and slams closed.

"O-of course it's stew! I'm not sharing, either!"

She looks ready to fight.

[ANGELINA]
After over a decade of studying a martial art, the dark haired woman can detect danger. Whoever this angry creature is, she could attack her at any moment and so she does what she knows best, she goes on the defensive and sometimes the best form of defence is attack!

Producing a telescoping staff from amidst the folds of her cloak, she flicks it open with a swift movement of her hand. As she swings it down, she aims to strike at Amandine's knuckles.

"Don't you know that gluttony is a sin?" she questions. "There's plenty of stew to share in that pot."

Moving behind the other woman, she tries to use her staff to force her down to the wooden floor, face forwards and then brutally berate her buttocks with a pair of severe spanks.

COMBATSYS: Angelina has started a fight here.

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Angelina         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Amandine has joined the fight here.

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Amandine         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Angelina

COMBATSYS: Amandine endures Angelina's Temperance.

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Amandine         0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0         Angelina

[AMANDINE]
Amandine's hand is struck suddenly and with little warning by the staff, prompting the miniature chef to draw back and shake her hand before putting it to her mouth.

"WHAT?! RUDE!" she objects, but in the next moment, Amandine finds Angelina behind her and moving for the trip. Unfortunately for the other woman, the chef's low center of gravity seems to give her nature defense against tripping attacks. Instead, she only stumbles slightly before getting smacked on the bottom.

"OW! This is HARASSMENT!" Amandine objects--before hopping up and kicking off a nearby counter to try and smash into Angelina and aggressively sit on her after a short hop.

COMBATSYS: Amandine successfully hits Angelina with Tuxedo Bombe.
- Power hit! -

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Amandine         0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0         Angelina

[ANGELINA]
"I'm just teaching you the error of your ways" the angel in white says in soft tones. "Or attempting to at least."

As Amandine turns the tables on her, Angelina crashes to the cruel and cold ground with the shouty short woman using her as a squirming seat.

As she struggles beneath her, she starts to breathe in and out deeply, as if participating in a yoga class or meditation.

COMBATSYS: Angelina harmonises with her opponent's energy.

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Amandine         0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0         Angelina

[AMANDINE]
"Oh REALLY? Well!" Amandine hops up a moment after landing, stepping around to get a better angle. "I'll have you know I am an EMBODIMENT of SELF-CONTROL!" Falser words were never said.

"What are you doing HERE anyway? Did you get LOST? I mean, I was JUST on my ---" Amandine pauses for a moment. The cauldron bubbles rattles its lid, whatever is inside stirring again.

"UGH! I'm not LOST!"

The shorty chef throws herself down, launching an elbow drop toward Angelina while she's getting her footing.

COMBATSYS: Angelina blocks Amandine's Medium Strike.

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Amandine         0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0         Angelina

[ANGELINA]
"Yes, you sound very controlled" the Metro City resident muses beneath her breath, before trying to push up from her predicament.

When the fierce female fighter comes flying towards her as she rises, she scrambles to keep her balance, avoiding taking the full power of the elbow attack, but still getting clipped on the chin.

"Ouch" she frowns, shaking off the damage and sending her curls bouncing.

"I just felt like I had to come here" she says, "although I admit I did some wandering beforehand".

"This place is kinda big and creepy, especially at night and at this time of year."

Her dark eyes shift over in the direction of the cauldron as it bubbles and boils.

"I think your stew might be ready."

Hoping to distract the diminutive diva, she extends her staff again, before infusing it with glowing golden energy.

As it alights, Angelina thrusts it towards Amandine, aiming to hit her with a series of rapid, chi empowered strikes and then follows up by using her weapon to sweep her legs from under her.

COMBATSYS: Amandine blocks Angelina's Diligence.

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Amandine         0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0         Angelina

[AMANDINE]
Amandine is very controlled, in a sense. What sense remains to be seen. She rolls out of the elbow drop in a flutter of skirts and lace before climbing awkwardly back up to her feet and dusting herself off. When Angelina comments on the stew, however, it seems to touch on something.

"I don't know WHAT it is," Amandine says, "He just started making SOMETHING. It's WEIRD and I don't LIKE IT!" The cauldron seems to rattle again, as if on command. Even so, Amandine tugs the chain, heavy and clanking, to pull the cauldron closer.

But even as she does, Angelina hits her with a flurry of blows, the tiny chef more closely guarded this time. He pulls her fists up tight and takes the hits before the sweep does knock her feet out from under her and send her crashing to the ground on her bottom. "OW! RUDE!"

The chains rattle again as Amandine pulls them taut, snapping them up and then, with a flick of her wrist, whipping them around to try to try and wallop her opponent with them even as Tantalus rocks back and forth from the movement.

COMBATSYS: Angelina counters Mix Stir Beat from Amandine with Patience EX.

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Amandine         0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0         Angelina

[ANGELINA]
"Well that doesn't sound good" the raven haired woman responds, edging cautiously closer to the cauldron. Before she can reach it, her yelling opponent has yanked it towards her. The action allows her a brief moment to teach at least a partial lesson in diligence, but there's still much to learn.

"Do you think it's possessed?" the patrol officer ponders. "Perhaps we need a priest."

Before she has time to call for one or any other kind of assistance, Amandine is on the attack again, aiming to hit Angelina with the rattling chains.

She reacts with speed, grabbing hold of the smaller woman's wrist tightly with one of her hands and pushing her arm upwards with the other. Forcing her thigh between her legs, she then grabs her knees and pushes them together, before lifting her legs out from under her.

As her opponent is knocked down, Angelina raises her hands upwards, above the golden halo on her head and then gathers a ball of golden white energy that she slams down on the chain wielding chef.

[AMANDINE]
"It's not POSSESSED!" Amandine interjects, almost too defensively. Tantalus unhelpfully rattles behind her. "N-not anymore than usual, anyway," the chef mutters under her breath.

But even as she does, Angelina hooks her into a throw, during which she may find that the small woman weighs much more than one might expect--but not enough to deter throwing. She slams to the ground with a wheeze before the ball of energy smashes into her as well.

"AUGH!" Amandine protests. "RUDE! UNFAIR!" She snaps her chains, whipping them around with a quick twist to try and sweep the leg.

COMBATSYS: Angelina blocks Amandine's Quick Strike.

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Amandine         0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1         Angelina

[ANGELINA]
"Your cauldron usually behaves this way?" the Aikido fighter asks.

"It sounds like it needs some discipline."

As the golden light goes to town on the disgruntled chef, she allows herself a brief smile before readying herself for what will come next. When the chain hurtles towards her, she rapidly reacts, lifting her legs out of harm's way, but not fast enough to prevent it smacking into her ankle bone. She winces, all traces of her smile now gone and then steps up to Amandine, aiming to atack her assailant.

Holding her left palm extended out towards her, she unleashes a blinding flash of golden white energy, with the goal to dazzle and stun her. Should this pay off, she will use the distaction to draw her telescoping staff with her other hand and swing it upwards to strike between the legs.

COMBATSYS: Amandine endures Angelina's Chastity.

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Amandine         0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1         Angelina

[AMANDINE]
As the chain strikes against Angelina's guard, something seems to change. The chi Amandine infused it with takes on a crimson tint and drips from the iron onto the floor, dyeing the floor like blood.

"I MEAN," Amandine objects, "I keep him on a short LEASH!" she tugs the cauldron toward her, where it rattles and rolls.

But then Angelina is in her face, palm extended. Amandine pulls her hands up over her face and charges through the incoming staff, which smashes against what feels like a heavily reinforced hoop of her skirt. It still knocks her feet out from under her, and Amandine falls flat on her face.

"UGH! Look at you all CUTE and AGILE with your little STICK!" Amandine yoinks the chain again, pulling her cauldron closer. She wraps her hand around the handle (heat be damned, and pulls herself up). "But you're RIGHT! I'm going about this ALL wrong!" She hoists the cauldron up, one-handed despite its great weight, and starts guzzling whatever's brewing in there. For a brief moment, Angelina may hear a brief, faint scream from whatever arcane, ghastly energies are brewing in Tantalus...right before its silenced by a particularly loud swallow from the tiny terror.

"Oh." Amandine says. "That tastes a little od--"

The gothic lolita chef stops mid-sentence as she lets loose a conflagaration of a belch, cretaing a gout of flame as big as she is.

"--ah, excuse me."

COMBATSYS: Angelina slows Tarte Flambe from Amandine with Charity EX.

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Amandine         0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0         Angelina

[ANGELINA]
Stunned, startled, stupified. All of these words could describe the look on Angelina's face as Amandine downs the dastardly drink from the dismal depths of the creepy cauldron.

"I really think that was a bad..."

When the flame follows, there's the sound of a shrill shriek, from the rarely rattled raven haired woman. "It seems really dangero..."

As the fire threatens to ignite her angelic attire, Angelina starts to back up, flapping her feathered wings frantically.

As she moves, her hands start to glow with golden white chi and she brings them together, gathering the energy to gain control of it and then guiding it into the path of the flames. It seems to stop their spread, saving her skin from the more serious effects. Not before it can set alight her cloak however, causing the flickering flames to lick up its length.

Angelina unfastens it with frantic fingers, before throwing it roughly to the ground. As it falls, the fire fizzles on her fingertips, causing them to sting and singe.

[AMANDINE]
"Ugh!" Amandine smacks her lips. "Even worse on the return! BLECH!" She fans her tongue, though seems relatively unharmed despite the fireball. She straightens herself up a little, smooths out her skirts, and crosses her arms. "A bad idea? Me? I--" Tantalus rumbles again, and something groans from deep in the castle, prompting Amandine to look left, then right, then left again.

"Did you hear that too?" she asks, pausing. "I don't LIKE this place."

She reaches into her frills and pulls out--something wrapped in parchment. Unfolding the paper, she reveals...petit-fours? She shoves one into her mouth, but doesn't skip a beat on continuing to talk. "All these noises and things creep ME out, and that's saying something! I'm USED to spooky!"

[ANGELINA]
"I've heard it's the most haunted castle in England" Angelina whispers beneath her breath.

"I don't doubt it given all those strange sounds out there."

She edges closer to Amandine, seeming as though she may be approaching her as an ally, but all too soon, she's pulling the female in the frills forwards by her arm and stepping in front of her to block her path. From here she bends sideways and attempts to throw Amandine over her hips!

COMBATSYS: Angelina successfully hits Amandine with Quick Throw.

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Amandine         0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0         Angelina

COMBATSYS: Amandine successfully aids herself with Soup du Jour.

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Amandine         0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0         Angelina

[AMANDINE]
"W-well, that's no excuse for it to be so CREEPY!" Amandine protests, but not in a way that deters Angelina as she closes in. Amandine's arm is grabbed, she's pulled in, and suddenly Angelina's hip acts as the fulcrum through which Amandine is lifted and tossed, hard, against the ground. She wheezes as she impacts, laying there for a moment before pulling the chain of Tantalus, dragging the cauldron over toward her, then pulling herself up. The somewhat squished cake she's holding is mercilessly shoved into her mouth (Amandine taking half the wax paper wrapper in the process), and the petite (?) chef munches furiously.

"UGH! Can't you see I was HAVING A SNACK!" she objects, reaching back toward Angelina. If she gets a hold, she pulls her forward, lifts her up, and slams her down with an explosion of fiery chi, that blood-red aura surfacing again!

COMBATSYS: Angelina dodges Amandine's Daily Special.

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Amandine         0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0         Angelina

[ANGELINA]
"I guess it's just creepy by nature" Angelina shrugs, as Amandine goes flying over her and down to the ground.

As she looms over the fallen woman, the candelight that gives the scullery it's eerie glow lands on her face, giving it and the halo above it the impression of being aglow.

When the cauldron clatters and clanks towards them, the raven haired angel readies herself for the fate it has in store for her. Apparently first it's time for a snack break though!

Perhaps it's her foe's focus on the food, or perhaps it's the Aikido practioner's fast footwork that does the trick, either way she gets the hell out of the way of that fierce looking fiery chi.

"Almost" she quips, before beginning to bounce up and down on her booted feet.

Using the momentum to push herself forward, she makes a grab for Amandine's arm, turning it so the cook's palm is facing towards her. Wrapping her fingers around it, she will try and tug on it to force her to turn around till she's standing alongside her, with them both facing in the same direction.

From here she would hope to push her forwards, whilst continuing to move herself, until she's around the front of the other female. She'd then force her down to her knees, before using her free hand to push her face into the ground.

COMBATSYS: Amandine blocks Angelina's Humility.

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Amandine         0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0         Angelina

[AMANDINE]
"YEAH!" Amandine agrees, perhaps too enthusiastically. Before she knows it, however, Angelina is closing the gap on her and shifting as Amandine smashes the empty air with an explosive strike. "HOLD STILL!" Amandine protests, but she's so deep into her swing she can't actually react immediately

But even as Angelina grabs hold for the throw, Amandine tenses up, pulling her her hands to guard her face. She's slammed to the ground, but the floor is what winds up worse for the wear as the woman clonks into it and actually sends a spiderweb crack through the surface of the scullery.

And in a moment, Amandine is rising back up with such swiftness that she threatens to smash her rock-hard head into the raven-haired angel's chin on standing up. "How DARE you!!" she objects, making it unclear if she intended the headbutt at all or not.

COMBATSYS: Angelina blocks Amandine's Random Strike.

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Amandine         0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1         Angelina

[ANGELINA]
"Hold still doesn't sound like good advice" the parole officer ponders, as she continues to keep on the move. "If anything, it makes sense to stay active for the sake of warmth!"

Perhaps whatever is bubbling away in Amandine's pot is enough insulation for her, but the castle is only getting colder, be it from the lateness of the hour or the presence of something chilling.

As the freezing floor cracks, Angelina backs up from it, fearful that they may fall through. It seems to only be faintly damaged for now though, so the duo should be safe from that, if not from each other!

Glasgow not being too far from this Northern most area of England, it shouldn't be too surprising when one of its style of kisses comes the Italian-American's way. She reacts rapidly to the approaching headbutt, leaping into the air to avoid it, so it hits her in the chest instead. It's still painful and she feels the wind go out of her, but at least she avoids a broken and bashed nose.

Reaching out towards Amandine, Angelina at first looks like she may be going in for a hug, but instead she tries to grab both her arms firmly, forcing them together and forming them into the shape of a cross. If she can pull this off, she will then use them to flip the other fighter over and throw her to the groaning ground.

COMBATSYS: Amandine interrupts Aggressive Throw from Angelina with Short Order Stunner.

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Amandine         0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1         Angelina

[AMANDINE]
As a native Romanian, Amandine has seen her fair share of cold--and complained about it or lamented its absence accordingly. Whichever was likely the most obnoxious at the time. Few can deny her unique charm.

When the biting chill spreads through this time, however, Amandine shivers. "UGH! And now it's COLD too! This place has AWFUL ventilation. Castle Karnstein is positively COZY by comparison!"

But then Angelina is moving to grab hold of her for another technical throw--which Amandine is having none of this time. As her arms are pulled in, the tiny terror goes for a swift kick to the nethers, aiming to stagger Angelina long enough to reach up--it requires a jump on her part--grab her back the neck, then turn around into an elbow-drop of a stunner falling to the ground with her in tow for an elbow to the head or neck.

[ANGELINA]
"You have your own castle?" Angelina asks, eyebrows raised quizically.

"I have my own apartment, but it's rented and a studio, oh and in the worst part of the city."

As the raging Romanian resists her throw, the angelically attired Aikidoka is kicked cruelly in the crotch.

Her rosebud shaped lips form into an O shape, as the shock registers, rendering her almost helpless for the follow up when it comes her way.

As the stunner sends her slumping to the stone cold floor, she lets out a groan, which only grows louder when the elbow ends up against her neck.

Resting till she's recovered enough to find her feet, she forces herself upwards, looking somewhat frail and flustered.

"You're good" she admits, "but there's hope for me yet."

Facing towards the other fighter, Angelina holds her arms forward in front of her, before bringing them together till her palms are touching. She then pulls them apart, releasing radiant golden white energy between them. Focusing the energy towards Amandine, she unleashes it in the form of a narrow laser beam.

COMBATSYS: Amandine endures Angelina's Salvation.

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Amandine         1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0         Angelina

[AMANDINE]
"Well, I mean, it's not MY castle. It's a FAMILY castle!" Amandine sounds defensive, making a face. "I mean, one day it'll be MY castle!" Her voice wavers with uncertainty.

But she seems much more confident about the force of that blow, parading herself around, hands on hips, as Angelina goes down.

"Oooh ho ho ho." the noblewoman's laugh echoes through the scullery---until something groans in return. "Did you hear th--"

The laser-like blast of light hits her right in the face, but she practically walks into it, raising one leg high up over her head with a fluttering of frilly skirt.

"I WAS TALKING!" she objects, bringing her head down in a furious, ground-fracturing stomp.

COMBATSYS: Angelina blocks Amandine's Power Strike.

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Amandine         1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0         Angelina

[ANGELINA]
"Well I hope it's less creepy and cold than this castle" Angelina responds on her way down to the ground.

When she manages to get back up and then launch her laser like light towards the tiny terror, her face is at first celebratory, but then shocked at the frill wearing female's fortitude.

"I'm sorry to interrupt" she replies calmly, as she steps swiftly out of the way of the stomp.

This saves her from the worst of the attack, but she doesn't get away totally scot free. The assault causes her balance to waver and she has to take a moment to stop and steady herself, before trying to fight on.

COMBATSYS: Angelina harmonises with her opponent's energy.

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Amandine         1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0         Angelina

[AMANDINE]
"We have CENTRAL!" Amandine says. And then, after a pause. "IT'S EXPENSIVE AS SHIT."

Amandine's boot slams into now empty spot on the ground with enough force that the floor splits on impact and two pieces of stone jut forth from the impact unevenly. The tiny terror snarls, takes a moment to unstick her foot, then shakes dust free from her boot.

And suddenly pulling the cauldron toward her, Amandine swings it widely like a flail. Whatever was brewing in there splashes against the sides, leaking through the lid as she swings in a great arc and knocks over shelves and chips walls. She swings it again, once, twice, three times, then smashes it downward toward Angelina!

COMBATSYS: Angelina fails to counter Get Out of My Kitchen from Amandine with Kindness.

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Amandine         0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Angelina can no longer fight.

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Amandine         0/-------/------=|

[ANGELINA]
"My sympathies" "Angelina dryly responds when Amandine whines about the horrors of her heating bill.

As the Romanian rather rudely interrupts the American's efforts to regain her calm composure, Angelina finds herself flummoxed and flailing as the floor cracks beneath her.

When the cauldron comes at the Aikido angel, she tries desperately to stop it but to no avail. It hits her once, twice, three times, and she finds herself sprawled in a heap!

For her, the Halloween party looks to be over.

[AMANDINE]
Amandine heaves and huffs for several moments, struggling to regain her composure. She rolls the pot off of her with a slosh, setting upright again and then slowly leaning on it as she takes more heavy, heaving breaths.

"AUGH. That was SO. MUCH. WORK!" The cauldron tilts slightly before another ghastly moan comes from somewhere in the castle.

Amandine looks forward it, then toward Angelina once again.

"UGH FINE." She reaches down, scooping the other woman up and putting her over her shoulder. "I'm TOTALLY doing this for YOUR sake. I MEAN."

Beat.

"It's not that I don't WANT to patrol SOLO."

Log created on 15:57:32 11/04/2022 by Amandine, and last modified on 06:31:47 12/04/2022.