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"Anyways I am sure we should start class soon, so what are you going to teach us today?" She asked calmly

Chryseis nodded.
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. today we will be learning about more of what is and isn't black magic."

Chryseis drew a Venn diagram.
"Now, what do we know isn't black magic?"

Moé wailed.
"Leave me alone, Ann!"
Ann was singing as she reloaded her machinegun.
"The muffin man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the utility muffin
research kitchen. Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an
intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants, and, brushing his scapular aside,
proceeds to dump these inside of his shirt...
He turns to us and speaks..."
Ann faked a masculine voice, which was quite humorous.
"...'Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them!'."
[[yes, that's a real song. go to my profile, you'll see.]]
Moé had a look mixed between 'WHAT' and 'WAIT' on her face.
[[Caleb was right. Her family IS freaking insane.]]

Moé was running away still, and Ann was skipping along like Dororthy from the Wizard of Oz in her glee.
"Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utensil he puts forth a quarter-ounce green rosette, he puts forth a quarter-ounce green rosette, near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design.
Later he says..."
She froze again, and impersonated that voice again.
"...'Some people... some people like cupcakes exclusively, while myself, I say there is naught nor ought there be nothing so exalted on the face of God's grey Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin'!"
[[I think... the song's about... a muffin alchemist? Who puts muffins down his shirt? I'm confused.]]
She stopped her singing.
"Well, Moé? Do you know the location of the ultimate muffin?!"
"Did your father let you have candy again?"
"Answer my question, Moé!"
Ann shot at Moé's ankle and knee joints, and Moé fell onto the ground, having to crawl by like a worm.
Ann seated herself on Moé's back as Moé crawled by.

[[It's the next day in the rp.]]

Moé looked up at him weakly.
"A maniacal little girl who usually is kind and sweet just shot my joints so I can't walk. And I can't heal, since my powers are stunted."
Ann raised her hand.
"My name's Ankoku Zarathustra, mister, master of artilery, and the touchtone genius. This here's my big sister figure, give it up for the dynamic Moé Kura-Dupin, ladies and gentlemen!"
"He knows who I am, nitwit. I am not going to sing along with you."
"Who's the one with the M2?"
"You."
"That's what I thought."
She continued singing.
"Good morning, your highness, woooo-oooh-oooh~"
[[That last line, and the honorific part is from 3:26-3:42]]

Moé wailed.
"Yes it did! If I can't heal myself, and I'm stuck crawling on the ground, I'm in trouble!... which is what I'm doing!"