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[Mal has been enjoying the peace and quiet after that whole slenderman mess. She really should have known something would ruin it. More to the point, she should have expected that speech about how her world worked on belief to come back and bite her on the ass.

Her first clue something is distinctly wrong was when she wakes up in the hallway outside her room. The next big warning klaxon is that her hair is in her eyes, that's definitely not normal. Looking down and seeing more cleavage than had been on show for a long time (ie: any) is the final horrible proof that her life is going to get especailly more difficult. Luckily, the journal is open on the floor to record her displeasure]

What the bloody HELL?!!

[She jumps up to a standing position pretty damn quickly; despite the fact this dress is clearly not designed with movement in mind, and tries her door, which does not open. Well, she's not having any of THOSE castle games, thank you very much. The journal picks up the loud BANG as she tries to punch her door off it's hinges, to no avail]

OH COME ON! What did I do to deserve this?

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[SO. DEAD]

Nikola!

[Oh, you better believe she's chasing him :/]

[And he's just briskly walking down the hallway, that little tape in his hand. He looks over his shoulder and shouts before he turns:]

Are you going to catch me or what, Mal?

[Oh, she is. She's going to take a flying leap at him in an attempt to bring him down]

[Not before he suddenly turns the corner at the last moment and rushes to the stairs at the end of the hallway, not even pausing to say something as he runs down the stairs in order to get away from her.]

I'll have to talk to you some other time, Mal!

[She says something in Borogravian which probably isn't very nice at all. Then she takes off one of her high heeled shoes to throw at him. Another appears on her foot in it's place, but whatever, she still got a missile]

[Ow.]

[Tesla pauses abruptly, rubbing the back of his head in pain where the shoe hit. That's going to leave a mark.]

Now that's uncalled for.

[And before she can react, he pops the tape out of the camera and proceeds to toss the entire camera at her, grinning like a schoolboy who has pulled off an amazing prank.]

Here, catch!

[And while she is distracted he is off before you can say "What the heck?!"]

[She'll catch it and CRUSH IT TO A PULP IN ONE HAND.

...Then realises he's still being a smug bastard and has run off. Something tells her she's been Done Over here]

Why are you still being smug?!!

[That was a perfectly good camera, Maladict. ;_;]

I can't hear what you're saying, sorry!

[Running away like the wind! And he needs to find a place to stash that tape fast or else he's done for.]

[And now it's dead :/]

Don't be a....UGHH! You're such an pain in the arse!

[Chasing again]

Aw, I never knew you cared so much, Mal.

[And turning the corner into the library. Ooh, tons of places to store things. Without thinking much, he goes and throws the tape on top of one of the higher bookshelves, where it lands, unseen.]

[He'll have to get it down eventually, but hey, bothering her is fun.]

I honestly do not have any idea what you're so worked up about.

[She makes it into the library after he hides that damned tape]

One day, I swear, I'm going to have to hurt you.

[She stalks up, looking like she's ready to rummage through his pockets]

Where is it?

Hey, I'm a vampire. Getting hurt is not in my vocabulary.

[A grin and a slight shrug.]

Where is what?

So am I, your point is moot.

[She's too short to see up there ;;]

The little box you had with you!

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Little box? That's a wonderfully vague thing to be looking for.

Mind offering any details about it?

The one you just ran off with.

[Yeah, you know what? She'll just start rummaging about in your pockets, Tesla, don't mind her]

What do you think you're doing?

[Now frowning at all of this. This will totally wrinkle his suit. >:(]

There's nothing to find, Mal. Stop while you're ahead.

[That's what he gets for doing things :/ Still checking]

Where did you put it?

I didn't put it anywhere, Ms. Sherlock Holmes. Now, could you please stop patting me down like a security guard?

I don't know who that is.

[It's clearly not on him, though, so she settles for a good GLOWER instead] You must of put it somewhere.

And yet another perfectly good reference flies over your head. I don't know why I waste them on you.

[Look at this innocent face. How could you ever suspect him.]

And where might I have put it, then?