[ Misa first spots her from afar — kneeling and setting what must be some spell or trap into motion. That much is obvious even to a non-magician like Misa. And she's glad she sees it from this far away, thanks to her enhanced vision, because it gives her time to consider her approach.
Now, she's not ignorant of her position among the Zenites. Not a fighter, and definitely someone who would be seen as a target first before an aggressor. In a competition like this, that puts her at a slight disadvantage. But there are other ways to pull the wool over people's eyes, she's found, and that very status as a cute, weak thing can be the sharpest weapon if wielded correctly. And Akua, well, she's already admitted she has something of a soft spot for a cute girl. So why not try to use it to her advantage? In fact, Akua is among the only people she thinks she might have a chance of charming out of a few grains. And if she really thinks about it, she doesn't think the other woman would even take it that hard - she has something of a cool, elegant demeanor, one that doesn't crack easily. All the better, then. ]
Setting some kind of trap? That's not very nice.
[ She teases, not at all serious. She leans a thickly coated shoulder against the wall of ice of the hallway, looking down at where Akua is so intently focused on her task. The silver dagger she'd been gifted by Cyrus, her secret weapon that she only wants to pull out at the last necessary moment, is concealed among her clothing, and it feels heavier than normal, weighted by the intent for use. But Misa's aura is sweet and airy as usual, as if they're not talking at all about the strange little war they all have on their hands. ]
ice to meet you.... time to delete light 👩🍳 lmk if this works!!
Now, she's not ignorant of her position among the Zenites. Not a fighter, and definitely someone who would be seen as a target first before an aggressor. In a competition like this, that puts her at a slight disadvantage. But there are other ways to pull the wool over people's eyes, she's found, and that very status as a cute, weak thing can be the sharpest weapon if wielded correctly. And Akua, well, she's already admitted she has something of a soft spot for a cute girl. So why not try to use it to her advantage? In fact, Akua is among the only people she thinks she might have a chance of charming out of a few grains. And if she really thinks about it, she doesn't think the other woman would even take it that hard - she has something of a cool, elegant demeanor, one that doesn't crack easily. All the better, then. ]
Setting some kind of trap? That's not very nice.
[ She teases, not at all serious. She leans a thickly coated shoulder against the wall of ice of the hallway, looking down at where Akua is so intently focused on her task. The silver dagger she'd been gifted by Cyrus, her secret weapon that she only wants to pull out at the last necessary moment, is concealed among her clothing, and it feels heavier than normal, weighted by the intent for use. But Misa's aura is sweet and airy as usual, as if they're not talking at all about the strange little war they all have on their hands. ]