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[bunnyfixation]

WHO: Rukia, Edgar (and possibly anyone who might be able to see her in her shinigami form)
WHAT: RACE TO YOUR DEATH! She owes an apology over a silly misunderstanding.
WHERE: Between Girl's Dormitory 101 and Boy's Dormitory 103.
WHEN: Immediately after learning what that dumbass had really meant.
RATING: R (Oh gods she's pissed and scared...)

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[sandprince]

Edgar cursed and recoiled as the blade of the screwdriver skidded out of place and gouged a line in his hand. Sighing, he looked at the gas regulating mechanism he was building, closed his eyes and shook his head. There was something wrong with it that he couldn't quite place his finger on. Something was making the regulating valve stick, and he couldn't figure out what.

Opening his eyes again, he saw the small sheet of paper laying across his tools and looked around the room quickly.

"Kyon? You there? Sora? Mash?"

Hearing no response, he shrugged and picked up the paper. Looking at the brief note written on it, he paused.

"Sorry? The hell? Where did this come from?"

[bunnyfixation]

She frowned and reached out, smacking him upside the head. That was a nice moment there!

[sandprince]

Edgar inhaled shaarply as something hit him, hard, in the side of the head. Leaping off of his chair, he reached for the heavy Mythril sword in the corner of his dorm room. Whipping the blade from its sheathe, he backed slowly into the corner of the room, his eyes scanning everywhere for an attacker.

What the hell is going on here? I knew the Imperials were dabbling in magic, but I never thought they could become invisible... And what's with the note? An apologetic assassin?

[bunnyfixation]

Rukia groaned. Apparently he wasn't able to figure it out. She was probably one of the few people on campus other than his brother who was both willing and able to beat on him and here he was acting like an idiot.

Looking around she gave a sigh and went over to pick up a pen from his desk, taking up the note again and writing on it once more. She went over to him and then set them on the floor before him, the pen resting on the note.

Stop being an idiot, Edgar-san. I apologized because I realize what you meant now. It said now.

This was annoying. If it weren't for that broken leg she'd not have had to do this.