[The wind draws out a defensive reaction in her, and her whole body flickers, changing into her Eternal form with a rush of heat and power. She snarls, pressing him all the harder against the wall, this time with truly monstrous strength. The wind's effect ruffles her hair, but the enchantments surrounding her body now prevent it from doing any real harm. None of this is right anyway, if he's using his magic without a Persona. She'd heard a little about these things. Shadows. Dark mirrors and exaggerated aspects of the psyche. But that doesn't really register as her passionate side takes over, only that they're sharing a body. His hesitation, that shift in his eyes back to brown, was indication enough.
This was working, she just had to keep up the pressure. So, drastic measures.]
You want entertainment. Fine. You want to chase skirts and think of me as some prize to be won, then fine. [Her mouth curls into a sneer of her own and she whirls, shoving him across the alleyway to the opposite wall. It's not far, just a few feet, but he's gotten her hackles well and truly up now so it's more unrestrained. Steam rises off her skin and she steps closer, one boot after the other, lips pressed into a thin line.]
If that's all I am to him, then fine! But I don't think that's true. I care about him, and if that means I'm just a fool, then so be it. I'd rather be a fool with the illusions of friendship that someone who's only ties to others are fated.
[Another step, and she raises a fist.]
So prove it. Prove to me that I'm just some source of entertainment. If I mean nothing to you, then hit me with me your best shot. Kiss me, prove I'm just another girl you want to play with. Or try and fight me, if you think you're strong enough. Or back down, and let me talk to my friend.
[She leans closer, fist literally on fire now.]
You've got about five seconds to make up your mind. Don't try running, you can't get away from me. I'll kill you before you can turn around.
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This was working, she just had to keep up the pressure. So, drastic measures.]
You want entertainment. Fine. You want to chase skirts and think of me as some prize to be won, then fine. [Her mouth curls into a sneer of her own and she whirls, shoving him across the alleyway to the opposite wall. It's not far, just a few feet, but he's gotten her hackles well and truly up now so it's more unrestrained. Steam rises off her skin and she steps closer, one boot after the other, lips pressed into a thin line.]
If that's all I am to him, then fine! But I don't think that's true. I care about him, and if that means I'm just a fool, then so be it. I'd rather be a fool with the illusions of friendship that someone who's only ties to others are fated.
[Another step, and she raises a fist.]
So prove it. Prove to me that I'm just some source of entertainment. If I mean nothing to you, then hit me with me your best shot. Kiss me, prove I'm just another girl you want to play with. Or try and fight me, if you think you're strong enough. Or back down, and let me talk to my friend.
[She leans closer, fist literally on fire now.]
You've got about five seconds to make up your mind. Don't try running, you can't get away from me. I'll kill you before you can turn around.