"You eat like you've never seen food before, kid," Lina Brown observed, her nose poking out from the spellbook she was reading at the breakfast table. Meanwhile, Bavol was scarfing down fish, eggs, and toast with demonic, sharp teeth. Lina's eyes slowly drifted to the first spell, and she grinned a bit. "Well, keep eating. It will give you strength for this.. battle." Her eyebrows furrowed and she shut the book, placing it in her bag. Bavol peered up at the red-haired woman, setting five plates aside and clearing his throat. "Thanks." He softly spoke, and Lina reclined in her chair, propping her feet on the table. She smirked. "When do you figure it will begin?" She asked, but Bavol could only manage a shrug. "Beats me. Soon, I'm sure. Mamodo tend to be.. impatient and thirsty." 

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This was the third cigarette he had lit. Liesl had counted in her head. The young mamodo ignored his habit, however, and stared out the window with calculating grey eyes. "You seem calm," The Doctor observed, his eyebrows raised as he watched the back of his partner, noting the curly waves of hair that rested on her back. "You're not interested in becoming King, love?" The British Doctor tipped his head in curiosity, his mamodo not moving in an inch. 

"No," She finally replied. "I'm interested in making sure it does not fall in the wrong hands. I'm interested in keeping the Human World safe during this battle." Liesl's sharp eyes turned to meet Dr. Long's, and she gripped the windowsill. 

"And you will be sure to play your part well, Doctor."