Nope. We're taking over.
Sat Apr 22, 2017 17:28

Ruben made a noncommittal grunt in the back of his throat, acknowledging her response. He wasn’t completely surprised that Marissa hadn’t hit back, but the surprised way that she had answered him suggested that she not only didn’t hit back but didn’t do anything back, which was weird. He would’ve expected a hex. Or at least a shouted insult or three. Yeah, sure, Marissa came off as a nonconfrontational type, but even the most nonconfrontational people that he knew back home wouldn’t let an attacker get away without some form of retaliation. Well, with the exception of Kalle. The kid had an annoyingly placid attitude towards bullying. The kid was also barely eleven, though, so Ruben could understand it a little better, even if he’d been already kicking people at that age. But for Marissa to have done absolutely nothing...?

He raised a thick eyebrow at the now-floating cookies. Despite his continued annoyance with her totally uncalled-for presumptions (because he was a damn smart fighter, thank you very much) (and who did she think she was, proposing with such confidence that she could actually take him on in a no-holds-barred round?), Ruben couldn’t resist directing a slight smirk at their blushing yearmate. He had never before seen Rose lose control enough to actually cause a burst of accidental magic like this. The Swede himself had not had any noteworthy problems with accidental magic since about the age of thirteen, which he attributed largely to intensifying his studies in martial arts and the level of discipline that involved. It was pretty likely that he would make fun of her for this later.

Once Camilla was taken care of. Because that was just inappropriate.

Jävla fan,” he swore as their environment decided to echo his thoughts. The words started off at a more normal volume, an automatic reaction to the sheer offensiveness of what Camilla had said, but jumped louder as his cookie exploded right from between his fingers. It hadn’t been his own doing; Ruben valued food too much to crush it out of emotion. Presumably, this was Rose’s doing. As well as the cloud of crumbs drifting down around them. The cookies were off the table, not only literally but also in the sense that they were no longer a snacking option. Vaguely disappointing. Still paled in comparison.

“That is a most terrible word.” This was accompanied by a harsh glare aimed across the common-room, not at anything in particular, but still causing some younger student to pick up their pace on the way to the dorms. Ruben’s sister had been called that word before - well, the Swedish equivalent, but that didn’t make a difference. The fact still remained that Dagny had been publicly shamed. Shaming was rude to begin with, but to do so over the things the word implied? That was just offensive. And judgemental. Undeserved. And-- “Helvete.” Sinking into his chair, he cracked his knuckles compulsively. It had been a while since the last time Ruben had hit a girl, but he didn’t consider it in poor taste when the girl in question had done something so disgusting.

  • I don't have a say in this, do I? - Marissa, Sat Apr 22 16:35
    Rose sat down, and Marissa felt a little better. She’d heard stories about Ruben and how capable he was in Dueling Club; in fact, she’d heard most of it from Rose. Imagining the two of them getting... more
    • Nope. We're taking over. - Ruben, Sat Apr 22 17:28
      • Takeover outfits and all - Rose, Sun Apr 23 10:03
        It was entirely unsurprising that Marissa hadn’t hit Camilla back; it had been clear that Ruben didn’t know her very well when he’d asked. Of the two girls, Rose was infinitely more likely to punch... more
        • Wait! I can explain. - Marissa, Sun Apr 23 10:56
          Somehow, Marissa’s idea of Not A Big Deal did not seem to match what her friends thought, because now there were exploding cookies everywhere. The snickerdoodle in her hands turned into a cloud of... more
          • Not the most helpful explanation - Ruben, Sun Apr 23 17:21
            Still fuming at the opposite half of the room as if the now cookie-particle-clogged air had become some kind of enemy, Ruben listened with only partial attention to Rose's rant. Not that the other... more
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