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[The image is a somewhat rare sight. Samantha is seated behind a worktable. There are a series of beakers in front of her and she seems to have something or another bubbling in a larger one of them. She takes a whiff of it and nodded in satisfaction before shifting to the side and looking at the camera.

Did she have a sort of smirk on her face?]

So, here I am working on magical defenses against the rigors of making certain fish-brained, fin-rotted, purple-obsessed morons look like chumps, and I was almost curious if they were making any progress with their "White Sciences" [Yes, she actually made the quote signs with her fingers as she said that, snickering.] in preparing my ultimate downfall. I mean, it isn't as if they don't prattle about all the ways they're going to have me at their mercy, and I was honest to god wondering if all of that was just a bunch of hot air.

...this is Eridan Ampora. What the hell am I talking about? Of course anything Captain Ahab's said's all hot air.

[Another snicker. Anyone who knew Samantha very well might recognize that some of it was effected bravado. She was still struggling with what her feelings were about him, but these little games were much easier to play on the network, and part of her had a feeling he'd get a kick out of shouting back at her.]

But, since I was thinking about it, I got to thinking some more. What really are the differences between magic and science? It's not like I haven't talked with a few of you about this, and I know what a certain moron thinks on the subject, but all the same with the power turned back on through the runes so to speak and with us able to affix just a little bit of the power of this world into a potion, I was wondering what some of you might have thought was the difference.

Oh, and Ahab, I am expecting great things out of you. Just so you know. Don't think I'm sitting idle over at the shop all the time.

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[Gills wut.]

Well that's not going to last very long. Don't those things dry out too fast to be worth it?

Dwells on both land and water, so he's kind of special.

I guess special would be a word for it. If you get your kicks from slime or something.

heh, everyone's got their tastes or lack thereof.

Something like that. So what's up with the horns?

...

[she finally noticed, having only been paying half attention until the question was asked. It put earlier conversations in perspective. It made her sound a little nervous and somewhat put out.]

Half demon. I'm guessing you're not a troll. You're not gray-skinned.

Demon or something else?

[And Wrathia latches onto that uncertainty like a hawk. She's the queen, and while it's not like this is probably unheard of when you rule galaxies, the fact that she just made Sam uncomfortable with it is interesting.]

Demon, obviously. What's the other half?

[The increased interest was felt and her eyes took on a hardened, nervous look. God, she hated demons sometimes...]

Human. If you don't mind, I feel like I'm being looked at under a magnifying glass.

[Regular demons are bad enough, without being the queen of them all.]

I can't imagine why, unless you've got something to hide. Where's your home territory?

I don't like infernal attention, lady. I get enough of that back home. It makes me nervous that people have plans for me like I'm some damned chesspiece...

And my home turf is where I hang my hat. So here, right now.

That's pathetically juvenile of you, and I really don't care about you making some stance to flip off authority. So. Where the hell were you from before you decided to go staking territory here?

I don't really care if it sounds juvenile. It's a survival tactic. As for the last place I hanged my hat, it was called Earth, but I haven't seen anyone from my Earth around Asgard, so I don't know what that'll tell you.

Does the name Valefar mean anything to you?

It's nowhere within my empire, and no planet or galaxy that I've heard of. And not your Earth, either.

... good.

[The fact that she'd treated her father's name as a 'thing' was a good indication that it wasn't bullshit.]

Whatever you are, it's not as much an issue as long as you're not factoring me into your plots and plans.

Yeah, you can rest easy, I can't imagine how a half-blood would be of much use. You never pack enough power to carry out the kind of things I need to get done, in life or death.

See. You should tell my damned father that. Whatever. At least you understand that.

There's a value in being worthless.

Unless you get trampled for sucking so damn much.

That's my business, now, isn't it? I don't need you looking out for me, after all.

Don't be an idiot. I don't care. You're not one of my subjects, which means your issues are your problem.

Right, well, since we're talking. You got a name to go with that ego, oh queen of the damned?

Yes. And peon though you are, I'll even share it with you. I am Wrathia Bellarmina, and before I had the indignity of being a petty captive I was once empress over hundreds of galaxies.

[She rolled her eyes at the name, and actually shook her head. She'd been hoping to avoid antagonizing a demon, but honestly? She couldn't resist this one.]

Seriously? What is it with demons and this obsession with the seven deadly sins? Galactic empire or not, it's Wrathia this, Animositas that, Hatred Lord McDestroysalot. God, you'd think they had some weird sort of naming fetish or something. Let me guess, you know a Slothine or something equally silly?

You and Ani would have loved each other.

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