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[notakor]

[So Mikage looks a little different today. He's lowered his voice, lightened his hair, gotten himself some colour contacts, and a bit of face paint to cover his scar. In fact, he looks an awful lot like... this.

Oh, and he just so happens to have stolen Shuri's journal. Yep. it's revenge time.]Good afternoon, Luceti! I'm sure you all know me, but

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[touchofrogue]

[Seriously, idiot?

The dryness in Rogue's voice could put the Sahara to shame.]

Flip a coin.

[notakor]

[Ah, Rogue! You should be happy for him!]

But how is that possible? We don't have any coins here!

[touchofrogue]

[What is this logic?]

Then try rock paper scissors for the mentally impaired.

[notakor]

Unfortunately, despite appearances, no one here is mentally impaired!

[Why so meeeeaaaan Rogue.]

[touchofrogue]

[Because you young people don't know how good you have it! You have the ability to love and be loved and this is what you do with it? Rogue can't help but take that a touch personally, even though she only has a nodding familiarity with who Shuri Oak is.]

Could have fooled me.

[notakor]

[Such an old lady, shaking her cane at people.]

It's alright! I understand completely if your abilities at comprehension were hampered by my charms. I have that effect on people all the time!

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue snorts.] That must've been it.

[notakor]

I would apologize, but it's really not something I can help. It's a natural curse of the noble house of Oak!

[touchofrogue]

Right up there with self-delusion, huh?

[notakor]

No no, we're not famous for that.

[touchofrogue]

Or maybe you are, and ya just don't know it.

[...she's starting to have fun now.]

[notakor]

Famous for self-delusion doesn't sound very flattering.

[touchofrogue]

Sounds ta me like that's the least of your problems.

[notakor]

I know, it really is! I'm too busy thinking about my true love to even think about anything else.

[touchofrogue]

That is blatantly obvious.

[And you know what? She's done now. Rogue shuts the journal.]