[h2]Magilou[/h2]

With a satisfied smirk, Magilou finally came to a stop when the comedy duo took notice of her passing. So all those theatrics were just a ploy to strike up conversation? Whoever would resort to such silly tactics? Bienfu couldn't help but give Magilou a suspicious glance, almost as if he could feel the hypocrisy, though he returned his attention to the one-eyed guy that seemed to look directly [i]at[/i] him. Had that been his imagination? Sure, Malakhim in general were no longer visible to the general populace, but it wasn't like there was no one ever that couldn't perceive his kind...

At that moment, a young blonde girl called out to them. The witch regarded her silently, surmising she was unlikely to be from Desolation, or at least somewhere remote enough for her knowledge to be lacking. The duo... slightly more likely, but Magilou couldn't quite place why that felt unlikely to her, too. Oh well, she'd probably find out in a few moments.

"So, I guess we were all led here by a mysterious Arte, huh?" Magilou wondered aloud, pacing slowly, "naturally, it's no mere accident that brought the magnificent Magilou to this place, but a sense of duty! Of curiosity! And just a [i]hint[/i] of boredom!"

With a flick of her lock of hair, she turned to the group with a carefree smile, "so, where did you two wander in from? Midgand? Southgand?" she glanced towards the man with the eye-patch, "...Titania?"

"That's harsh, Magilou..." Bienfu muttered, shaking his head, "Did you learn to spot criminals by sight during your sta... ah."

Magilou had only flicked her eyes towards her shoulder, but that was enough to shut the Normin up. Leaving him to shrink away from sight, Magilous returned to smiling pleasantly at the other three, as if she hadn't been interrupted.