[Maka woke up at the bright crack of noon, which in and of itself indicated something was very, very off about her. Oh, she knew what was happening--this had happened before, though it felt ever so slightly different this time. The fact of the matter was that she did not care one bit; well, that wasn't entirely true, but the tiny, tiny voice
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He stops and stares for a second.]
...the hell is that?
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Hey, hey, what're you looking at? It's not nice to stare!
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[She deftly spins the scythe around, tossing it between her hands, spinning it behind her back and over her head, and then smacks the ground.]
Kehehe, see? I'm--oh, whoops.
[And there's a big gash across her forehead dripping ink-like blood.]
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What the--?! What are you?!
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...What am I? What am I. What am I?
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[He should have read something about this! Some sort of octopus person? No, that sounds too stupid...]
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...[Oh goddamn it. Between the ones that he's met before...] Are you a witch?!
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