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Who: Larxene & Ovan
Where Ovan's Room
When: Mid-evening
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Guide gives the Nymph a "demonstration, and the two proceed to discuss certain... matters.

The Story: It was the strangest thing! For some reason, many people had become gravely ill. Severe pain, black ooze, hallucinations... Those with medical experience were baffled at their own ineffectiveness. If no cure was found, many of victims would surely perish and die.

And that was perfectly fine for her.

They all deserved it, and she hoped that Axel and the keybearer where among the sick. In the meantime, she had plans of her own. It was unexpected that she'd have the opportunity to meet with someone during these troubling times. But Larxene always did enjoy learning about new things, and saw no reason to pass up such an opportunity.

She arrived at their designated meeting spot and let herself in the room.

"I haven't kept you waiting too long, have I?"

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"Really now?" AIDA? What was that supposed to stand for? With all the buildup Ovan was providing, she hoped it was something fun and entertaining.

As it turned out, both him and Larxene were thinking about the same thing.

"But of course, the suspense is just killing me."

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Ovan smirked; he could sense her anticipation buidling, which is what he had wanted in the first place. He reached towards the lock on the casket, causing a small localized data destablization (or a lot of shaking, like an earthquake with a dial tone in the background) before the lock came tumbling down to the ground with a CLANG. Slowly, the 'staples' keeping the peices of the casket together came flying off and the pieces of the casket themselves slowly moved apart before a flash of light illuminated the area.

When the light died down, she would be able to see it. A tightly bound arm, holding a strange axe-like weapon. And at the shoulder, black dots, slowly forming themselves into a large bladed arm. The dots and the arm surged and writhed, as if being held back.

Ovan grimaced and let out a small grunt. "Is this...satisfactory for you?" He spoke with a bitter tone.

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The Nobody looked on as the show unfolded, from OVAN undoing his casket to having to cover her eyes as the flash subsided. Once it faded, she was quick in noticing his exposed arm, as well his entirely new appendage.

"Interesting." she remarked.

"So I take it this relates to what you mentioned before? This... AIDA thing?"

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He nodded, curtly, his expression unreadable.

"Correct. This is AIDA. As for what it is, it would be simplest to say that AIDA is a virus." He stated with minimal emotion.

"Tell me, Larxene...when it comes to opposition, what is the biggest problem the manor gives to you?" He waits for her to answer and hope she says the right thing, the lack of permanent death.