Luka moved her eyes toward Mimi's direction but made no actually attempt to move the rest of herself. By now the majority of her rage had been spent, her magic returning to its normal ground state as her dejected mood took full sway. The lightning arcs still sputtering half heartedly for the tip of her staff had turned a pale yellow colour from the iridescent white that they had been only moments before. This indicated to all that her magic had reverted to its ground state. Less power with more control. It also meant that whatever her mood was it was no longer of the violent nature. For the moment.

[b]“Oh, just, wonderful,”[/b] each word was said with slow, deliberate care that suggested anything but. [b]“Another well paying job completed successfully.”[/b] Luka made no attempt to stand, or even move. The sparks from her staff had completely sputtered out. A darker mood overtook her. [b]“Yeah, well paying, easy money, nothing at all weird about it at all,”[/b] she said in a flat monotone.

[b]“Nothing weird, weird, weird,”[/b] Luka trailed off with each repetition of the word as if falling into a sombre trance.

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…!


[b]“That Bastard! I'll kill him!”[/b] Luka roared to life, suddenly on her feet and full of energy. [b]“Trick me will he? An easy job?! Do it himself would he? I'll break his scrawny little neck! Who the hell sends a comrade on a mission like that without telling her ALL of the details first!?”[/b] And just like that she snapped back and fell back into her chair and slumped backwards, a look of tired exasperation crossing her face as she rubbed the side of her face. Once again the bags under her eyes were in evidence and she had taken on a pale, doom ridden expression.[b] “I'm so doomed.”[/b]