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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Pandora looked at him a little blankly, the reference completely eluding her though she knew it had to be a specific reference. The only television she'd ever watched was through the windows of a store or in a store, briefly. She flapped a hand slightly. "I don't usually preload my staff," she said, gesturing to it. "It's considered poor form to do much of that on the circuit. I almost always straight up cast with it. Master Markov was very strict about that when he was teaching me." Casting with the lignum vitae wood staff with its crystalline jade fractals in the very thin middle had been a wonderful learning experience. "Generally I might put a couple of spells in it."

Dora set the blade carefully to the side and kept perfectly still as he did the spells, hands folded across her stomach as if she were relaxing on the beach rather than getting healed from some painful scrapes.

Her lips quirked at him. "No, I couldn't. You can't summon things out of that chest," she told him. "Not when the ward is activated, and I have them all on. Everything I own except for a few Galleons in the bank is in that thing." And call her paranoid, but she'd been robbed before. Someone as well off as him probably wouldn't understand, but she did more than most because she had been rich and the last years she'd spent her life scrapping up a living from nothing, using only her skills.

She listened as she examined the small cuts on her arm where the sword had nicked her above and below her knife, poking them idly to see if they were done bleeding yet. "No, I wasn't angry until you shook me like a doll," she said, not looking up. "Well, not any more angry than I normally am," she amended. "That was probably the point I'd pick where it started going wrong, mostly because I was forced to act before my rune had properly degraded your shield. The hot foot wasn't that awful, I mean, I know my feet will hurt later, but it never would have been any issue if I'd had my boots. I've had to duel naked before, I can take going barefoot." And that was a story in and of itself. Not to mention that, aside from the lack of spell-repelling gear, she preferred to go without shoes, where she didn't have to depend on a spell to feel if someone was coming.

She flashed him a fierce smile, looking up from her arm where she'd finally quit prodding the open wounds with detached curiosity. Her eyes weren't nearly as flat and focused as they had been just a few minutes ago. "Thank you. I take pride in obliterating my enemies, and I've worked hard at it," she said, speech more relaxed as well. She got both blunter and less censored as well as slightly less enunciated after a fight, generally, if she wasn't mad. She found it incredibly... relaxing, in a way, to get it out of her system like that.