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[Thistle's in a bad mood, not that it'd be easy to tell one of her bad moods from her good moods. She's lounging in an armchair in the study and sharpening a throwing knife. When she's satisfied, she flings it at the entrance.

Should you happen to walk in at this moment, this will probably sail uncomfortably close to your head and land with a loud thwack as it's embedded in the door frame.]

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[She raises her eyebrow.]

I hear more and more that there have been Shadow Games conducted that I was not aware of.

Regardless, it itself does not seem to be here. Merely the girl and its promised host. That part seems simple enough to solve.

It wasn't a Shadow Game. She just dueled it.

[...wait Thistle what are you suggesting.]

We don't have the facilities to solve that sort of problem.

[>:s]

I've all the facilities I need right here.

[KNIFE GLIMMER]

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...

No.

[ugh you and nerf never let me stab anyone]

I could make it relatively painless.

Trust me, whatever I do would be a far kinder fate than what she has in store for it.

You are not giving Ed another traumatic experience.

[i can't believe i'm defending someone god

ed this is what you do to me]

Especially that one.

The dead cannot be traumatized.

[sheee wasn't talking about cutting out the babby lol :'>]

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[She's going to be coming around the chair now so she can grab Thistle by the shirtfront.]

If you hurt her I will snap your neck.

Clear?

[she's grabbed and hefted up pretty easily, but she already had a knife in her hand, and her reflexes are pretty quick.]

Are you that eager for my blades, woman?

[Kaiserin might feel the sharp point of one of the throwing knives at her throat :'> im a jerk lol]

[ooooh that's. uh.

The tightening of her grip on Thistle's shirt and the quickening of her breath could easily be mistaken for the symptoms of fear.]

You. won't hurt her.

[MMM YESS DELICIOUS FEAR

The knife is sharp enough to leave a shallow cut with a very light touch, and she draws a thin, slow line over Kaiserin's throat. It's not even deep enough to bleed much, but she thinks it'll be. Scary. sure. scary, thistle.]

And what concern is it of yours?

[o-oh.

She flushes as Thistle draws the knife (with such an expert hand) over her throat.]

She. She's my.

Nnh...

[when was the last time you had this effect on a lady thistle]

[Oh yes, her hands are EXTREMELY skilled ;>

...

Well. That's not the usual look of terror, but she'll take what she can get.]

Your what?

[She draws the blade up to Kaiserin's jawline, tracing her jawbone and setting the tip of her knife in the cleft of Kaiserin's chin. It probably bites into her skin a bit more deeply than the one at her throat since Thistle knows there's a bone in the way to stop it ;>]

She's my...

[Rival? Friend? With benefits? It's hard to concentrate on this question when there's a beautiful person working on her with a knife.]

She...mmh...she's important. to me.

[The fist clenched in Thistle's sweater is beginning to relax.]

[frenemy with benefits

want another one ;>

But unfortunately part of her understands and she sighs almost silently. At least cutting up Kaiserin makes her feel a little better. :[ ]

I don't see her as the victim in this situation.

[She brings her slightly bloodied knife up to the much taller lady's lips.]

[oh well i'll need to consider my options carefullyes]

You...can't hurt her. mmf

[Her tongue flicks out for a moment to taste the blood on the knife.

Her hand moves from Thistle entirely now, so she can brace herself on the back of the chair as she leans in.]

[She falls back into her seat and grumbles, still indignant about being picked up.]

Well, you seem to have no issue with me hurting you.

[if anything she looks a bit. confused.]

...

...You're confused?

After that?

[She feels like it has to be pretty clear what just happened.]

[ ? ? ? ]

Hell if I know what goes on in the minds of women!

...Do I really have to explain this.

That. Just now. I was getting off on it.

...

[She still looks a midge baffled, but after a moment she smirks.]

So you are eager for my blade. Interesting.

[On the other hand, part of her isn't sure she likes the idea of someone much bigger than her that likes getting stabbed, since wtf else can she do.]

I see I have not lost my touch even after all this time.

[After a moment, she straightens up.]

If you weren't familiar with that reaction, did you have much of a "touch" in the first place?

[She should probably do something about the blood dripping down her neck at some point, but the conversation takes precedence.]

[not really no]

Pardon me for never taking a knife to my trysts, then!

I lacked a body for several millennia, one gets out of touch.

I doubt most people would have that response to a knife, really.

[She runs a finger over the cut across her throat.]

But maybe you forgot over the centuries.

Or maybe you were just bad in bed.

Tch.

How flattering. A shame I can't indulge your curiosity about my skills.