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[mal_contented]

[Mal's mirror came up on someone having the best worst day ever. she pulled out her mirror and aimed it at him, pulling it back enough to show the pink glitter turning white as it got close enough to him.] "Smile for the camera, because this is forever now." [This was actually better than burning the candy shop. This was too perfect. She was going to get Lydia to set up lots of prints of this for her to keep forever. In fact... ] "Hey, Lydia," [she said to the mirror, broadcasting this to everyone] "Can you get over here with your camera?"

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[king_of_egypt]

"A regular tear would be easy to come by..." Atem internally questioned what was the difference between the various types of tears- but magic always operated under it's own rules. "I haven't run into anyone who was overly ups-" His words trailed off abruptly when he realized the falsity of that statement. "..... Though I suppose my roommate wasn't in the best of spirits this morning..."

This wasn't exactly the sort of meeting that Atem had in mind, but... he was getting to spend more time with Mal, which was all that really mattered. The omission was noted, and only seemed to entertain him further.

"I should make this clear as well before you can get the wrong impression. I'm not going along with this because I believe that I'm under a spell- I'm cooperating so I can show you that I'm not." Deciding it would be best to lay all his cards on the table. After inquiring a final time about whether she would like to partake of any of the lunch he'd purchased for them he set to work putting it away so they could begin this different sort of quest.

She has a thread with Sylvando for this already, lol. Not sure how to handle this.

[mal_contented]

"Who is your roommate?" she asked. She had thought she knew, but now she wasn't sure. She gave him a look and crossed her arms. "You very much under a spell. You'll see. And then we'll find out whoever did this to you." She wasn't going to eat any of that food until she knew what of it was spiked with love spell.

We could always see where her Sylvando thread goes then go from there?

[king_of_egypt]

"Sylvando, you've met him before," In case there was any uncertainty on that point. It was peculiar for him to be in bad humors so her confusion was warranted. At least Atem had managed to find some humor in the situation or he might have been more crushed by the initial rejection. She was trying not to take advantage of what she considered a peculiar situation. That was actually... admirable. "We'll see." Was all he would concede.

That being said he finished packing everything up. "I'm not sure where else we might find a tear of pure sadness."

I guess, or I could have her avoid so that he doesn't tell anyone she tried to take care of him >.<

[mal_contented]

"I could always rip the head off some kid's doll in a shop," she said with a smirk. There. No way anyone not evil would still love her after that. But just to be sure. "Or set the kid's hair on fire." Not that she would actually do that last one, but she had to make sure that on the off chance this crush wasn't a love spell it was, itself, crushed.

Lol you could do that too

[king_of_egypt]

[Ooc: If we need to timeskip at some point that's fine. Just need to decide if a. They fail to find the ingredients. b. They succeed. or C. They run out of time and it wears off naturally. I do need to put up that follow up/apology post]

"Creative," Still sounding oddly positive despite the horrible nature of those suggestions," but I don't think that would work. A toy might have sentimental value, but pure sadness couldn't be over something so superficial." As for the fire concept,"... If any tears were shed from the fire surely that would be out of surprise, pain, and fear." Maybe he was reading too much into this, but the terminology conjured up a profound feeling of loss like of a loved one, or of an ancestral homeland in which one would never be able to return to again. The more he considered it, the less likely it seemed that this would even be possible. Had there even been any funerals on Main street...? And how could they in good conscious intrude on such a private and solemn affair.

Atem was under the delusion that Mal was thinking of the worst options she could just to somehow rattle him. He had no proof of it however, but he also didn't think she would go through with either option.

".... You did mention having concocted this before. Under what conditions was the tear obtained that time? Maybe it would give us an idea."

LOL

[mal_contented]

((OOC: I'll let you make the call. I'd lean towards either failing to find the ingredients, or split up to do so and time skip to when it wears off, so we can wrap and you can do your thing. :D)

"You've never seen some kids with their toys. But if we do set a kid on fire..." she smirked, "we can get the tear from a bleeding heart nearby, probably." She was going to play this to the hilt if she had to.

"Already considered it and it won't work, we need something to suit this world, not my world," she said side stepping his question. The first tear came from Lonnie when she realized that the villian parents didn't love their kids. She wasn't admitting that. The second was her own when she knew she was doing something that would make the person she loved hate her. And no way was she opening that can of worms here either. So far not even Lydia really knew much about Ben. She was keeping as much about their relationship to herself as she could. And she hated that Crowley had some vague idea. No. Too many people here knew too much about her as it was. She wasn't adding more weapons to people's arsenals.