A tap on his shoulder and a lazy, demotivating voice brought Zeal around, even though the owner of the voice had gotten his name wrong for the....fifth time? Sounded right. They've only encountered each other for five or so times prior to this. That German boss girl said their magic complimented each other, but the youth was pretty sure that the only thing that matched well was the fact that he can tolerate her laziness and forgetfullness and general inadequacy.

Taking a glance at the sun once more, he sighed. 2:10 PM. In fifty minutes, students would be out of school, free to roam around. He'd like to have started earlier, but it seemed like being forever-late was part of that pink-haired girl's modus operandi. Next time, he'll set the starting time ten minutes early. Maybe that'll work.

"You're late, Marzia. Or was it Maria? Shall we start now, or would you rather take another afternoon nap?"

Just light teasing, really. He was a masochist, not a sadist.

The tall figure seemed to take his time responding to her, whether or not it was intentional wasn't worth the effort deducting so she simply waited. Then he couldn't remember her name, but he got it right on his first attempt- an E for effort which let the small girl give off a sly smirk. In a moment's notice she realized that this generous person offered to let her sleep before the operation was started.

"Really?.. Well I did see a nice alley with a mattress. I thought it looked a little shabby but it would do, there's room for two if you want to join me." 

Marzia seemed completely serious as she responded whole heartedly to her partner, tilting her head idley to the left as she awaited for his response.

An alley with a mattress? Sounded like a Venus Fly Trap for girls like her. Bringing his fingers under his scarf to scratch an itchy spot on his neck, Zeal shook his head, the ends of his muffler swaying from side to side. "I was thinking that a better place might be on the first floor of the Reformatory, actually. I mean, the 24/7 staff would probably have some nice rooms to sleep in. Of course, that would require clearing out the first floor first, but it's not like that's hard for you, right?"

All this indifferent verbal crap was getting annoying, but considering what Marzia liked to do, Zeal only hoped that those implications would get her to do her part of the job at a moderately faster pace.

Something along the lines of setting everyone on the first floor on fire, so he can go underground and retrieve the subject without any armed interference.

"A nice room?.."

Marzia pondered the situation, yes it would be easy for her to clear a single floor of people but what's the rush if you can do it as quickly as her? But a nice room with a bed did sound nice, and if she could accomplish this at an even faster pace than the more time she'd have to sleep.

"That does sound nice.. Okay, when are we leaving?"

She had already forgotten the time of which the operation was supposed to take place, such petty things didn't sit well in her head. Didn't she make it to the checkpoint on time, or just a little late? There was still some spare time to relax. No wait, there wasn't.

"Oh yeah, I was late.. Okay, when are we leaving?"

"We are leaving...eleven minutes ago."

He smiled once more at his own joke, before tucking his hands into his pockets, feeling a certain sharpness press against his index finger. Picking up his pace and praying to god that the girl didn't move at the speed of a sloth, Zeal marched through the streets towards the Reformatory.

Along the way, he said, words matching his strides, “There should be remote-controlled drones as well, so you better roll a good object to take them all out with...wait, actually, can you even target specific people, or is it based off area alone?”

"Drones aren't people right?"

"...your knowledge of science is pitiful. How can something made of metal and synthethic fibers be considered human in any way?"

"The same way that magic can be logically proven, but, I assume drones aren't people then."

Marzia tapped her temples in thought, closing her eyes and scrunching up her face as she struggled to think of a solution to this problem. 

"If they don't see me, they can't hurt me right?"

Magic? Logically proven? All Zeal knew was that magic worked on a different concept than science, and that was pretty much it. Wasn't science the thing that was logically proven, with magic being the thing that made no sense at all? But still...her point....shit, he should have thought of that...

Slowing down, he replied, “It'd be a pretty bad facility if they didn't have cameras covering every blind spot...”

"Well... If I can manage to find a way to get a few of the guards near one of the cameras before using my magic. I could probably make one. I'm sure that a fire that big would cause the camera to overheat.. That's how it works in movies right?"

"...if it's hot enough to melt plastic...wait, you realize that I'll be walking through the first floor after you chase them all out, right?"

"I would hope that you're wearing the pin I gave you. The fire shouldn't harm you if so, since you'll be deemed innocent. Think of it as the gods themselves keeping you safe from the heat of the flames around you. Oh... But there's also the problem if other guards from seperate floors come down. Wouldn't it be bad if it gets too hot on the first floor- cause like, explosions and stuff?"

"Well, if your flames are so magical, why do they even have heat? Shouldn't they just 'burn' the sinners, instead of...actually, nevermind. We've just lost another two minutes because of this. God, Maria, that's why you ANSWER my phone calls. So we can talk about this beforehand."

Indeed, it seemed like they had just spent the past thirty seconds in front of the Reformatory, discussing the foreign concepts of 'magical logic' in the city of science.

"My name is Marzia, Mr. O'neil. And my magical flames generate heat to anything with villainous intent, meaning everything that isn't me or my friends. And you didn't answer my question about the pin, hell, if you get my name wrong again I might just accidently take mine off me."

"Oh, you're Marzia? Then I'm Zeal. Another thing that we might have discussed earlier if you k- wait, you know how to use a phone, right? Like, unlocking it and such? And your question wasn't a question, it was a statement. Mind doing your thing now? Cause standing here, in front of the place we're raiding isn't going to do us any favors."

Waving his hands towards one of the cameras peering by the entrance, he said, "You know, I heard you planned to hide?"

Marzia began to march towards the building, pulling the pin from her vest and tossing it to the concrete as she pressed by. 

"I'm going in the front door!" She yelled in an irritated tone.

Grimacing as she threw away the pin that might have been his lifeline, Zeal scooped it up as he followed behind the irritated pink blob, rolling his eyes before calling out (even though he could totally be a smartass about it), "Look, I'm sorry, alright? Guess I'm just really nervous about this whole thing, and...yeah..."

[i]Goddammit, why couldn't she have learnt a less random spell? Actually, why the hell hasn't there been a single guard popping up and questioning us yet?[/i]

Marzia stopped as her partner apologized, the doors a few feet in front of her and nearly in range to open. Though she turned to the man who gave his reasoning for being such a inconsiderate douchebag, the poor soul was nervous about this operation, oh such a shame. Nonetheless she turned to take the pin back from 'Zeal' who looked more aggrivated than she meant to make him. Pressing it back into her vest with the rabbit-head symbol faced out.

"No reason to be so worried. If you get too scared I'll simply knock you out and carry you to the objective."

"That'd be kind of you, but it'd be hard for you to sleep that way, wouldn't it?"

Zeal was smiling again, as he made a note to himself to never talk about magic with Marzia ever again.

"Like I said before beds can usually hold more than one person."

Marzia continued towards her goal, the entrance of the Reformatory. This door.. there was something about it.. block, blocking her way, to the room, it was slowing down the rate in which she would be able to nap. Unacceptable, Marzia patted her clothes for a moment- why this was done, who knows? Soon after she took a step back from the barricade, the air intensified around her for a moment and as that moment passed she sprinted towards the iron doors of the Reformatory driving both her legs into the metal crumpling it inwards and sending it into the opposing wall that faced the entrance door.

She regained her footing quickly after, yawning at this act and looking around the area of the first floor to see if anyone would respond to the violent act. Nothing?

"Cool, no one's around to scold me." She said to herself as she beckoned for Zeal to enter the building behind her, waving a right arm lazily in no particular direction.

No one...there? Stepping inside the first floor of the Reformatory, Zeal looked around for anything that might have been suspicious, but found nothing. Just an empty first floor with no one inside, yet all the machines still functioning. Weird. Annoying. He walked towards the computer terminals and noticed that they hadn't been logged out yet. With a few keyswipes, he disabled the cameras and electronically locked doors that segmented the sections of the underground prison. Too easy, and six different types of suspicious, but he shouldn't complain about it right now.

Just take advantage of this oppurtunity, get to Subject A, and get out.

"Well, then, guess we should go down..."

"Down?.. But, the bed?"

"Well, you didn't do your thing yet, so you can sleep after you do your part."

"But how do I know when that is. Also, which one must I do first? My thing, or my part?"

"...just go with me. I have no idea where the guards are, so it'd be nice if we didn't get separated and sniped one by one."

"How nice, my partner is already asking me to go with him. Am I supposed to blush and put my arms around you?"

"Being my meatshield is good enough. Unlike you, I'm not a gorilla who can carry adult males while running around AC."

"You first said I was a meatshield, but then that I was a gorilla. Which one is it, indecisive is a good adjective that would describe you Mr. O'neil."

"Gorillas have meat, thus, they can be meatshields, Maria." And with that, he opened the door to the stairwell, having decided elevators were too risky for this expedition into the unknown.

"Ladies first."

Marzia began to make her way to the stairwell with a slow, overly hesitant pace. Just before placing her foot onto the first step she leaned over the railing to look down, scaling the drop's distance with a estimation of less than professional calculation.

"Why not just jump?"

Going in after her, hands in his pockets once more, Zeal looked down the railing with her, before immediately regretting that choice and grasping onto the cold rail for support, vertigo overtaking his sense for just a moment.

"Be my guest. I don't like walking with broken legs."

He waved, and walked down, one step at a time.

She shrugged to Zeal, who clearly was less of a man than her. Climbing onto the railing and giving a little leap from the stair's side into the dark below. The rushing sound of her clothes fraying in the wind could be heard as she shot down the clearing between the stairwell like a torpedo. Falling a great length and having time to ponder she regretted not taking Zeal with her, since she would now have to wait for the coward to climb down those many, many steps. But before she could change her falling momentum to stop herself she had already reached the bottom, in the moment her feet touched the ground she vaulted forward breaking the force from her feat and sending her forward at a high speed. Regaining stability she stopped herself, gripping the tile flooring with her fingertips and pressing the rubber of her shoes forcefully to the ground.

The moment she stopped, Marzia let out a heavy exhale as that was enough effort for a few days. Walking slowly back towards the stairwell to shout towards the upper tier.

"Waiting!" This was again in the similar irritated tone that was both lazy and bothered.

"This goddamned gorilla woman," Zeal muttered under his breath, before running down the steps, three at a time.

By the time he got down to the superhuman's level, he was fairly out of breath, and, hands on his knees, he looked up with an irritated glare of his own, asking, "W-well...agh...then...guess this is the...hooo...floor...lead the way, why doncha?"

"Where?"

Dammit, she was right. He was the one who knew the way after all. Inhaling deeply, his hands support his back, Zeal took a few more seconds to catch his breath, before kicking open the ONLY DOOR on the bottom floor of the stairwell.

Still no guards. Only a long, long corridor with dim, fluorescent lighting, leading to a single, small door fifty meters away. He didn't like this type of position. No way to find cover in a corridor that had no side entrances.

"There."

Marzia sighed as this poor man struggled to breathe, age had clearly taken ahold of his innards and caused him to be frail and weak. This was pathetic, to say the least. Though he did know where they were going, realizing she was too lazy to notice the door blatantly in front of them- she picked up Zeal 'a man notably taller than herself' placing his forebody over her left shoulder and his posterior over her right.

"I shall carry you, Mr. O'neil.. No that's not a befitting name. I'll call you Nonno from now on."

Stomping heavily down the corridor, echoing through the walls and towards the single door at the end. She carefully inspected her surroundings making her way towards the clear objective at the end of the path. Nothing seemed to be of any harm though, maybe Nonno would have some advice on this matter.

"Anything look suspicious Nonno?"

She was carrying him. She was actually, seriously, totally carrying him. Wow. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't actually care, he should probably feel embarrassed. Heck, he should feel embarrassed about the new name he was bestowed, but he didn't know Italian, and thus, simply let it go. He was getting used to it, Marzia's completely lazy, utterly carefree behavior. Kicking the heavy stairway door closed as they started walking off, just so there would be some type of obstacle if anyone tried to approach from behind, Zeal looked around, saw nothing, and then realized how stupid he was to do that.

"It's a single-lane corridor. Let's just get to the door and open it up, cause we aren't going to have any safespots just dawdling around here, Mario."

"Maria is a prettier name than Mario, nor is the gender correct. Please do try get my name correct, or I will remove my pin and hold your life hostage. And when that happens I will have you call me your queen, and then you'd be my second servant.. That is not a fate I wish upon you Nonno, we have only just met."

After the small rant Marzia reached the door, reaching with a free hand to turn it's handle the door would not budge,

"Opa, uhm.. Nonno.. Or.... Grandfather... The door is locked."

"Go break it open with your fists or something, Mar-illa."

"Si."

In one fluid motion Marzia swung Zeal into her arms, one holding his abdomen and the other near his legs. His head would be facing the door now, the girl's soft hands gripping onto his coat and pants with great strength. Taking a few careful steps back she positioned herself properly holding him low before sprinting towards the door with all of her might. In that instant she released Zeal to fire towards the door face first, if his weight did not break open the door- she would use her own strength to do so like before. 

He was flying.

No, she actually frickin' threw him.

The gorilla woman was using him as a human torpedo.

In that moment, the esper-honed brain of Zeal slowed his perception of time for just an instant.

The target of his Gemstone ability, Double Ipeisity, will be the door in front of him. The target of his Three Little Men in the Woods will be Marzia. With a single-line incantation spoken so fast that it sounded like a chipmunk, he cast out his voodooism spell, pushing the magical backlash onto the door and sharing his own pain with his partner.

The next moment, his head smashed into the door, the door seemed to crumble open as if it was disintegrating from inside out, and he fell into a heap.

The next moment, the most wonderfully 'live' feeling descended into his head, as a hammering pain blossomed from his crown all the way down his spine. A swaying, drunken chill that burned yet froze, causing him to have the oddest, strangest shudder.

[i]Ah, that felt good.[/i]

Rubbing his head as he picked himself back up, still a little unsteady on his feet, the youth readjusted his scarf, and then did a small bow to the girl in the room.

"Good afternoon, Subject A. The calvary have arrived."

"On second thought, you will not be my subject. You will die right where you stand, why does my head hurt, why are there strange sensations travelling down my body, why am I dizzy, why did you say an incantation when you hit the door, who is that girl, why?"

Marzia rubbed her head with a pout on her face, unable to really make any decisions or speak anymore than she just did. Abruptly the girl sat down, holding the top of her head with both hands and watching the new addition to the room a seemingly green-haired girl.

"Why is her hair green?"

"Probably because of the genetically modified veggies. Never trusted those things."