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Started February 24, 2022 by Deleted user

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Qûs'ÿltn falters a little, slowed. He looks surprised, and turns, grinning.

"Oh, that nearly succeeded! I'm sure you can catch me now, you puffed up Faerie bitch!" he mocks.

(Aight, cool!)

Farah glared at him and used a more powerful blast of her magic to try and knock him over.

Qûs'ÿltn snorts.

"Yeah, very fucking smart, trying to knock someone over that's in the air. Very wise. I can see why everyone's so afraid of you." he continues, still mocking Farah. He sneers at her, then goes higher into the air.

Farah finally stalked towards him, using her air powers to throw his wind into a sporadic cyclone.

He grins, watching the world spin around him, letting Farah take control.

"Ooh, there we go! Now you're getting smarter! I wonder if you'll learn how to do basic math next, or if I could teach you to juggle like a fucking circus monkey?" Qûs'ÿltn says, goading Farah further.

Farah's lip curled into a sneer, and she waved her hand again. All of the wind magic disappeared, causing Qûs'ÿltn to fall to the ground.

Qûs'ÿltn laughs as his ass hits the ground, the springs back into the air.

"Do you remember how to speak? Do I need to teach you that, too?" he sneers back.

Farah rolled her eyes. "Gods, you don't ever stop, do you?"

Qûs'ÿltn chuckles. "Wouldn't be me if I didn't, sweetheart."

"Stop calling me names," Farah retorted. "You asked what my name was – repeatedly – and not once have you used it."

Qûs'ÿltn tilts his head. "Your point is?"

Farah exhaled shortly. "Call me by my name!"

Qûs'ÿltn grins. "You're scolding me for the thing that you have been doing, you know."

Farah took a deep, irritated breath. "Qûs'ÿltn…"

"There we go, Farah." Qûs'ÿltn nods, putting emphasis on her name.

Farah arched an eyebrow. "What are you?"

Qûs'ÿltn snorts. "You really must be dumb. I thought you'd have recognized my name, at least. But I suppose Grand Blue Fuckhead has been busy. I am one of the many demigods of storms."

Alfea's headmistress did not take kindly to being called "dumb." She narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin. "I've never heard of you," she remarked, hoping to knock his ego down a few pegs.

"As I said, the Scaly Toesucker has been busy." Qûs'ÿltn replies.

Farah wrinkled her nose. "And who might you be referring so kindly to?"

"A dragon demigod made full god named Lucitius. Big show-off." Qûs'ÿltn snorts.

"Obviously, you must not be a very well-known demigod," Farah remarked. "I would've read about you if you were."

"How many times do I need to say it? Mr. Stick-up-his-ass has been busy. As in, removing all traces of my lore. The only other person that I know of that hates Dragonfuck as much as I do is a jester named On'nyosh." Qûs'ÿltn counters.

"And why would Lucitius be removing your lore?" Farah asked curiously. "Did you royally fuck something up?"

Qûs'ÿltn laughs. "Only his inflated ego."

The mind fairy rolled her eyes. "So your solution is to go and terrorize innocent woods?"

"Why not? It got someone's attention, obviously." Qûs'ÿltn retorts.