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Absinth kept a neutral expression on her face, even though her lips stretched out wickedly as Rhazien praised all the women, including herself surprisingly. She supposed, maybe they could somewhat get along when it came to the betterment of the band… but she doubted it. His face alone irked her. Smug bastard. He was satisfied with their answers, issuing out homework. They were to further expand on their chosen method, and figure out an application in war. Fine. But when he dismissed they all, Absinth sat motionless, her tongue tracing each of her fangs in turn – still wishing to sink them into his flesh and tear and rend and- well. She’d have her chance in the future. She watched him saunter off, her mind refocusing on the topic of strategies. She already had an idea, and a few steps to achieve it. Now… how to put it all into words. Absinth hummed to herself, retiring back to her den to contemplate the little assignment.
[EXIT ABSINTH]
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