As they approached the bottom of the list for the students within Astra, the duo settled inside the cockpit conversed on a dire topic of the utmost importance... As if. "But the sprinkles! We need sprinkles for the caaaaake!" Hana whined at her current partner, acting more like an 8 year old than her actual age. Hephaestus narrowed his eyes at the woman, wondering how such an immature individual became a world-renown prodigy, even if the Invoker community believed her to be a failure. "The moment I see any sprinkles, or even a cake for that matter, within my personal effects, I will create a giant hole from your room to the bottom floor. You will be thrown down it with extreme prejudice, and no Medium to save your sorry ass."
Hana pouted once more, puffing her cheeks out in a comical manner. The Void user wasn't joking, and they both knew it. He would follow through with his threat, and be laughing the entire damn time with that creepy grin of his. In a moment of complete and utter juvenility, she blew a raspberry at the armored man. His eyebrow twitched, the neutral look upon his face slowly cracking and pulling itself into a murderous smile. As the bespectacled woman beheld the unholy sight slowly form, she understood that she had just fucked up. "Uhhh... Hephaestus?", Hana spoke up, noticing the telltale aura of violent purple slowly appearing around the man's body. She didn't even use the nickname she had for him, knowing how dire the situation had just become. "W-we have students onboard. Y-you can't do this just yet!" Her words didn't seem to reach the aging Invoker, so she held her hands to her face, hoping that her death would be swift.
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Huh? Nothing? Uncovering her eyes, she observed that Hephaestus had apparently calmed down. No sign of the aura from a few seconds earlier remained. Thank the gods, she didn't think she'd- A vile purple orb flew past the side of her head, not impacting any of the interior effects of the ship, but had the desired effect of scaring the living daylights out of Hana. The Void user turned to her fellow teacher, eyes gleaming with an unnatural anticipation. "When we get back to the Academy, you're going to be my new sparring partner for this year." Those few simple words were a death sentence. Hannah started to regret every single achievement within her life, because she now had to deal with a crazy bastard everyday for the entire school year... If she lived that long. There was a reason that only the Headmaster would spar with the man, and it wasn't because of bravery. A loud gulp resonated through the cockpit, and Hana prayed to every god she knew for luck in this endeavor.
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