OPEN RP POST QUATRE

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[spellcast]

[The slimes are quite menacing and they advance on Vergil fearlessly. Sabrina takes a few steps back, shuddering.]

Good call. I don't want to find out what it's like being digested by a slime monster.

[She squints her eyes and she notices that there are... Bars hovering over the heads of the slimes including some numbers and letters and she realizes...]

... Are those HP bars?

[feuding]

[Vergil seemingly doesn't even register the question. A moment more, and the half-demon dashes forward in a blaze, unsheathing Yamato. It slices through the slimes, glittering in the faint light of the forest.

And then (because apparently he was listening):] What?

[HP bars? Does Vergil look like a gamer to you, Sabrina?]

[spellcast]

You know, HP bars. The life meter. The arbitrary amount of life given to lifeforms in a game so you know when you've...

[She stops herself and shakes her head. God, what is she even doing?]

Never mind! You keep up the slicing and dicing Chef Vergil.

[Although these slimes do seem resilient despite the effectiveness of the blade. That last small amount of HP seems to be stubbornly clinging on.]

[feuding]

[Oh. Games. Well, then, immediately everything Sabrina just told him is discarded and otherwise ignored.

Besides, he has slimes to focus on, as she said. Vergil slices at them again, watching their "health" drop... but never far enough. He frowns as one lurches towards him and lunges, but it's easily enough sidestepped for a swordsman like himself.]

Tch. [How annoying.] Stubborn.

[spellcast]

YIKES!

[Sabrina lets out a yelp as she dodges some projectile vomit from the slimes. She clings to her hat's brim before she stands up wrinkling her brows, trying to think of a solution.]

You know what? I've got an idea.

[PING!! And what appears in her hands is... A cardboard can of table salt.

Yes.

The witch prepares herself and calls over to Vergil.]

Vergil! I'm gonna count and then I'm gonna throw this. You cut!

[feuding]

[He quickly glances over his shoulder to see what it is she's referring to, and-

Salt? Really?

r e a l l y]

You can't be serious about this plan.

[What a joke.] Stupid girl, do they look like snails to you?

[spellcast]

[She glares at him and pours some salt into her hand and then throws it at a slime that has that some HP left.

There's a gurgling and shrill shriek as it begins to bubble when the salt makes contact with its eyes and it quickly melts into a puddle. Sabrina shakes her finger at Vergil.]

That's gonna be you if you keep calling me stupid.

Stupid! [There's something about Vergil that makes Sabrina resort to being a 10 year old apparently.]

[feuding]

I'm not-

[He grimaces at how wrong he is when the slime gurgles into nothingness.]

-stupid.

[uuuugggggh]

Stop being a petulant child and throw the salt.

[They're both being children right now.]

[spellcast]

Take one to know one buster.

[And she readies her throwing arm, before calling out.]

BATTER UP!

[And there goes the salt!]

[feuding]

[That's all he needs, his eyes following the arch of the salt flying through the air.

Vergil moves in a blur, the sharpened edge of Yamato once again reaching towards the sky when the container is right above his head. It slices cleanly, spraying salt in a clean, almost mesmerizing white shower. It has no choice but to land on the slimes surrounding them...

And all on Vergil, too.]

[spellcast]

[The slimes melt around them into icky and gooey puddles as the salt pours down from the air. The salt crystals bounce off of the hem of Sabrina's witch hat and she glances at Vergil and seeing that he isn't free from it either she quips...]

Well.

When it rains, it pours.

[she cannot help herself. she never can.]

[feuding]

[Vergil frowns, seeming to lose interest in the slimes as soon as they melt. Instead, he sheaths his sword, annoyed at the sensation of salt caught in the wrapping of its hilt. He runs a hand through his hair and salt dusts off of it.]

We're done here.

[All business, this guy.]

[spellcast]

Got it.

You know, you really should listen to my ideas more. I am full of good ideas.

[feuding]

Are you?

[He's silent for a moment, considering.]

Your magic -- why not just bring us to the castle now? Or is that beyond even your talents?

[spellcast]

[OPENS MOUTH...

CLOSES IT...]

[spellcast]

Give me a second, I'm trying to figure out why I didn't think of that first.

[feuding]

[u g h]

...

Because you're a foolish girl who doesn't bother thinking ahead when it's necessary.

[spellcast]

That's probably the closest thing I'm going to get to a compliment, isn't it?

[feuding]

[Aaaand not even bothering to answer that question??]

Can you or can you not bring us to the castle.

[spellcast]

Alright, alright, stop being so pushy.

[Cue the waving of the finger, the envelopment of golden magic lights surrounding the both of them... And immediately, they find themselves at the open gates of the dark castle, the forest far behind them. The gate leads to a long stone bridge they're going to have to cross before getting to the real entrance.

Sabrina dusts off her dress and turns to Vergil with her hands on her hips.]

There. Happy?

Although asking if you're happy is like you asking about my well-being. Which is. Never.

[feuding]

Why would I ask you about your well being if I have no need for it?

[-he says, completely missing the point. (Or maybe purposefully missing the point.) Vergil straightens, craning his neck up to the castle before him. He briefly turns to look behind him, only to see the gloomy forest they were just in in the distance.

He doesn't seem at all jarred by the fact that magic teleported him here. He's too used to the shenanigans of the island and its ex-residents at this point, that little seems to faze him.]

[spellcast]

I always ask how you're feeling! At least 70% of the time.

[Sabrina sighs and rolls her eyes, taking the first step across the bridge.]

I get whisked away by the island from a shopping trip for this...?

[Look... She can be shallow when she wants ok...]