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Max's head snapped to the 'princess' as she seemed to teleport away, then outright popped the fork out of his sleeve when her tone changed. If that wasn't Ryner, who the fuck was it? Apparently one of her loyalists, but if so; why the dishonesty? He didn't like this. As the illusion faded, Max flicked his wrist with a frustrated snarl, sending the fork flying to slice through the air where Ryner had 'stood' moments prior before it looped back around and clattered uselessly to the floor. The rest of the metal objects in the room rattled in tune with the toss, but didn't shift from their positions outright.

Stupid fucking Noilas, he knew this wasn't safe; he knew it! Granted, he wasn't expecting this level of magical [b]bullshit[/b], but he'd be prepared next time, and with more than a fucking salad fork too. 

[color=ccff99]"I don't think heading to the noble dorms right now is a good idea. If you don't want to stay here alone, you can come to my dorm."[/color]

He can fucking [i]what[/i]?!

[Color=82ca9d]"I will definitely not be staying. I appreciate the offer and would be more than delighted to take you up on that. Would you mind if I invited someone else there as well? I need to speak to someone if possible."[/color]

Who the fuck was he inviting? That pale girl? His whole extended family? [i]The Retriever[/i]? This was getting out of hand, now there were two of them.

[color=8585ad]"Eric, what the fuck are you doing?"[/color] Max suddenly exploded, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was seething at this point, [color=8585ad]"First of all, I don't wanna sit in a room with Mister Makeout Session over there and whatever used goods he brings over to suck face with next,"[/color] He pointed accusingly at Salem, [color=8585ad]"Secondly, Nox is apparently on the fucking warpath for us - if that wasn't a fucking lie too - so what happens if she just kicks the door down?! You gonna hide behind your mountain of hair products?"[/color]

At the end of his tirade, Max let out an aggravated groan as the metal in the room vibrated briefly again. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to trash the place, but he knew it wouldn't do him any good. He wasn't even mad at Eris, or even Salem really, but it wasn't like he could take it out on whoever the fuck was playing mind games with them earlier. Or maybe he'd get lucky and Ryner's pet illusionist was still listening in, at least it'd make him feel a [i]bit[/i] more vindicated.

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