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WHO: Patchouli and Marjoly
WHAT: The witches plot to get ccs!Sakura out of Marjoly's way.
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHERE: Patchouli's house
WARNINGS: scheming girls ♥
So much to do, so little time! Marjoly was on a roll and she was almost ready to go to her next date. Almost because she still had to drop by Patchouli's place to retrieve the information she requested about the whimpy, short girlfriend of Syaoran, who she needed to get out of the way to take the boy for her own. What made her determination even stronger was the girl's resemblance to Cornet, her former rival to the love of the dashing Prince Ferdinand, and the witch intended to win this time. By all means.
She arrived on Patchouli's place and knocked, rather impatient.
Patchouli drifted downstairs, wearing - of all things - a staple exposing maid outfit which was almost necessary to appear at least once. "Enter," she said calmly, hiding behind the door. "I shall not keep you very long..."
Marjoly twisted the doorknob and confidently stepped inside. She was confident in so many ways, especially in breaking into other people's territory. As she entered, she looked around and scrutinized the house. It was pretty decent, even for her who was used to living in huge, floating castles. "Hello, Patchy. Do you have the information I need?" she asked, still eyeing the area.
Patchouli finally showed herself, attempting swiftly to cover up a bit. She had been having second thoughts, yet she was already dressed in this... thing. "I have the information you seek," she said, taking a seat momentarily, trying to calm herself...
Marjoly found herself raising an eyebrow at Patchouli's attire. Oh, competition? She quickly threw away that thought, however. Maybe she had merely inspired the girl to follow her. "Good." She only looked at the other lady and didn't bother to sit down. "You seem to know that girl so much, so, first thing - why don't you tell me the fastest and easiest way to get her out of the way?"
Patchouli sat up a bit more properly. "I assume that I can, more than likely, find a way to remove her from this field upon the evening," she said, "perhaps by taking her some place. I know not precise details on this, yet if she is pre-occupied she will no longer impede our plot."
"Oh, Patchy, you misunderstood me. I need her out of my way permanently. I don't wish to kill her, of course... that would be betraying the ideas of love... but I need to keep her out of Syaoran's life from that day forward," Marjoly finished with a smug grin, crossing her arms in front of her rather large chest. "Is there anyone else who likes that girl? We could conspire with that guy, I'm sure he'll love it. It'll make things so much easier."
"I know no-one who is specifically interested in the girl as a love interest," she said, making a few hand gestures almost signalling Marjoly to move her arms aside. "The only way I know of this would be to find a way for her older brother to take her away. However, how one would go about doing this I know not."
Ding dong. "She has an older brother?" Oh, a lightbulb could've been seen atop Marjoly's head as she grinned widely at the idea. She then clapped her hands together. "Excellent! Introduce me to him, then! I'm sure a little seduction would work wonders." After trying to imagine the scene - she didn't know how Touya looked, so she imagined him as one of her other crushes instead - another thought suddenly came to mind and she frowned. "By the way, Patchy, is that girl capable of any form of magic?"
Patchouli nodded. Was it an upbeat or downcast nod? No matter. She signalled for Marjoly to approach.
The witch sighed heavily. Sakura's similarities with her ex-rival Cornet were becoming more and more evident. "Don't tell me she can talk to puppets," Marjoly said with a heavy sigh, moving forward to take a seat beside Patchouli.
Patchouli looked at her rather oddly. "I do not know if she can." She stood up and approached Marjoly.
"Then what kind of magic is she capable of?" Marjoly had stopped in her tracks, looking down at the girl. Oh, there was a twinkle in Patchouli's eyes, alright. Was she going to attempt to seduce the witch again? At that thought Marjoly sighed a little and decided to wrap up the conversation as soon as possible. She didn't want to miss her date as well.
Patchouli looked down at her. "Her magic is primarily driven, it seems, by cards. Apparently, though, her ability to use them is genetic." She looked down at the other witch. Patchouli... really was not used to wearing so little clothing. "It is rather strange."
"Cards? Sounds like child's play." Marjoly had the odd feeling that Sakura was indeed like Cornet in more ways than one. But, well, things already cleared up a bit, and they both already had an idea of what to do next: seduce Touya.
"Oh, look at the time," the witch then said, looking at her watch. "I'm going to be late for my date!" She immediately started for the door, wanting to get away from Patchouli as soon as she could. It was very dangerous to be stuck in the same room with both of them wearing so little clothing and the other girl strangely obsessed with her. "I'll talk to you later, Patchy!"
Patchouli nodded. "I understand," she said. Yes she so quickly held Marjoly in her arms for just a moment. She did not know if she planned this or not.
Oh, fine. Let her. So Marjoly just stood there and allowed Patchouli to do just that, before pulling away rather quickly. "Introduce me to the girl's older brother tomorrow, okay?" She then opened the door and took a step outside, before looking back in and winking. "And I'll let you come with me on my dates tomorrow. You seriously need to learn a thing or two about boys, Patchy."
Patchouli nodded. "I shall introduce you to him tomorrow. May I wear this on our date?" That was a stupid question to ask. Why would she want to? Just being there with Marjoly, she felt as if she were exposing herself to the general public. So, that wouldn't be on her body again for a while.
"Hm... okay. And don't forget to bring a friend along! I don't want you to feel miserable when my boy and I get to the part where we say our sweet nothings," Marjoly said, amused, even missing the part where Patchouli had said our date. She then waved, exclaimed "Ta-ta!" and then disappeared in a puff of smoke. Well, she was the type who loved dramatic entrances and exits, and used them as often as she liked.
Patchouli nodded as she disappeared. It seemed a bit odd that she missed the words she'd used. By now, Patchouli would have thought that Marjoly would be the first to notice something like that - short of, of course, the one who said it.
WHAT: The witches plot to get ccs!Sakura out of Marjoly's way.
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHERE: Patchouli's house
WARNINGS: scheming girls ♥
So much to do, so little time! Marjoly was on a roll and she was almost ready to go to her next date. Almost because she still had to drop by Patchouli's place to retrieve the information she requested about the whimpy, short girlfriend of Syaoran, who she needed to get out of the way to take the boy for her own. What made her determination even stronger was the girl's resemblance to Cornet, her former rival to the love of the dashing Prince Ferdinand, and the witch intended to win this time. By all means.
She arrived on Patchouli's place and knocked, rather impatient.
Patchouli drifted downstairs, wearing - of all things - a staple exposing maid outfit which was almost necessary to appear at least once. "Enter," she said calmly, hiding behind the door. "I shall not keep you very long..."
Marjoly twisted the doorknob and confidently stepped inside. She was confident in so many ways, especially in breaking into other people's territory. As she entered, she looked around and scrutinized the house. It was pretty decent, even for her who was used to living in huge, floating castles. "Hello, Patchy. Do you have the information I need?" she asked, still eyeing the area.
Patchouli finally showed herself, attempting swiftly to cover up a bit. She had been having second thoughts, yet she was already dressed in this... thing. "I have the information you seek," she said, taking a seat momentarily, trying to calm herself...
Marjoly found herself raising an eyebrow at Patchouli's attire. Oh, competition? She quickly threw away that thought, however. Maybe she had merely inspired the girl to follow her. "Good." She only looked at the other lady and didn't bother to sit down. "You seem to know that girl so much, so, first thing - why don't you tell me the fastest and easiest way to get her out of the way?"
Patchouli sat up a bit more properly. "I assume that I can, more than likely, find a way to remove her from this field upon the evening," she said, "perhaps by taking her some place. I know not precise details on this, yet if she is pre-occupied she will no longer impede our plot."
"Oh, Patchy, you misunderstood me. I need her out of my way permanently. I don't wish to kill her, of course... that would be betraying the ideas of love... but I need to keep her out of Syaoran's life from that day forward," Marjoly finished with a smug grin, crossing her arms in front of her rather large chest. "Is there anyone else who likes that girl? We could conspire with that guy, I'm sure he'll love it. It'll make things so much easier."
"I know no-one who is specifically interested in the girl as a love interest," she said, making a few hand gestures almost signalling Marjoly to move her arms aside. "The only way I know of this would be to find a way for her older brother to take her away. However, how one would go about doing this I know not."
Ding dong. "She has an older brother?" Oh, a lightbulb could've been seen atop Marjoly's head as she grinned widely at the idea. She then clapped her hands together. "Excellent! Introduce me to him, then! I'm sure a little seduction would work wonders." After trying to imagine the scene - she didn't know how Touya looked, so she imagined him as one of her other crushes instead - another thought suddenly came to mind and she frowned. "By the way, Patchy, is that girl capable of any form of magic?"
Patchouli nodded. Was it an upbeat or downcast nod? No matter. She signalled for Marjoly to approach.
The witch sighed heavily. Sakura's similarities with her ex-rival Cornet were becoming more and more evident. "Don't tell me she can talk to puppets," Marjoly said with a heavy sigh, moving forward to take a seat beside Patchouli.
Patchouli looked at her rather oddly. "I do not know if she can." She stood up and approached Marjoly.
"Then what kind of magic is she capable of?" Marjoly had stopped in her tracks, looking down at the girl. Oh, there was a twinkle in Patchouli's eyes, alright. Was she going to attempt to seduce the witch again? At that thought Marjoly sighed a little and decided to wrap up the conversation as soon as possible. She didn't want to miss her date as well.
Patchouli looked down at her. "Her magic is primarily driven, it seems, by cards. Apparently, though, her ability to use them is genetic." She looked down at the other witch. Patchouli... really was not used to wearing so little clothing. "It is rather strange."
"Cards? Sounds like child's play." Marjoly had the odd feeling that Sakura was indeed like Cornet in more ways than one. But, well, things already cleared up a bit, and they both already had an idea of what to do next: seduce Touya.
"Oh, look at the time," the witch then said, looking at her watch. "I'm going to be late for my date!" She immediately started for the door, wanting to get away from Patchouli as soon as she could. It was very dangerous to be stuck in the same room with both of them wearing so little clothing and the other girl strangely obsessed with her. "I'll talk to you later, Patchy!"
Patchouli nodded. "I understand," she said. Yes she so quickly held Marjoly in her arms for just a moment. She did not know if she planned this or not.
Oh, fine. Let her. So Marjoly just stood there and allowed Patchouli to do just that, before pulling away rather quickly. "Introduce me to the girl's older brother tomorrow, okay?" She then opened the door and took a step outside, before looking back in and winking. "And I'll let you come with me on my dates tomorrow. You seriously need to learn a thing or two about boys, Patchy."
Patchouli nodded. "I shall introduce you to him tomorrow. May I wear this on our date?" That was a stupid question to ask. Why would she want to? Just being there with Marjoly, she felt as if she were exposing herself to the general public. So, that wouldn't be on her body again for a while.
"Hm... okay. And don't forget to bring a friend along! I don't want you to feel miserable when my boy and I get to the part where we say our sweet nothings," Marjoly said, amused, even missing the part where Patchouli had said our date. She then waved, exclaimed "Ta-ta!" and then disappeared in a puff of smoke. Well, she was the type who loved dramatic entrances and exits, and used them as often as she liked.
Patchouli nodded as she disappeared. It seemed a bit odd that she missed the words she'd used. By now, Patchouli would have thought that Marjoly would be the first to notice something like that - short of, of course, the one who said it.