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[malikah_ishtar]

[After getting into a petty argument with Dawn, Malikah is now stomping through the halls, pushing into people and Millennium Rod-ing them if she runs into anyone. Generally in a very bad mood and being more of a bitch than usual.

COME HITHER IF YOU WISH.]

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[sirhonest]

Are...are you all right, miss?

[Have a very concerned strapping young angel-man fluttering over to your side.]

[malikah_ishtar]

I'm fine.

[Your angel-man charms aren't going to work on her.]

[sirhonest]

[Oh, Honest will not be deterred so easily. He continues following Malikah, half-fluttering, half-walking.]

Miss, I insist...has something happened?

[malikah_ishtar]

Nothing has happened worthy of your concern.

[sirhonest]

Any concern of a lady's is my concern.

[HOW CHIVALROUS OF YOU, HONEST except now she wants to kill you.]

[malikah_ishtar]

[She whirles on him and brandishes a glowing Rod, ready to send him flying back, but it might not work on Duel Monster spirits.]

Don't patronize me.

[sirhonest]

[This particular Honest is very much flesh and blood, so pointy, glow-y metal objects being pointed at him is not something he is particularly fond of. He backs away a little, holding his hands up.]

No offense meant, milady, no offense meant...!

[malikah_ishtar]

[She gives a disgruntled cry and smashes the Rod against the wall, p-probably leaving a hole. And then she clutches her head because she has a monster headache starting up.]

Just go.

[sirhonest]

I-I cannot just go when you are in such distress! Please, milady!

[malikah_ishtar]

[fffff

She takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge between her eyes.]

My distress is none of your concern.