"I got this little shocking thing I can do through yarn, I'm told it hurts like a bitch. Otherwise fuck if I know. I only recently found the time shit, maybe if I had a magical girl transformation I would find more powers."

"...Through yarn? Only through yarn? I admit I don't know what kind of magic you're working with here, but that sounds like a crutch to me."

Xan holds his hand out languidly. "Try to shock the hell out of me. No yarn, just amperage. Imagine the look on my face."

Damara takes his hand. "I never tried it this way but we will see." She presses his hand tightly and thinks, concentrating on the idea of hurting him. She hits him with quite a bit of power, unfortunately since the two are directly touching she also hits herself. Her eyes widen but she tries her best to not show any signs of pain despite the fact that she is frying her own hand.

Leo completes the circuit! "Jesus!" he yelps. "Why do you people keep hurting me?"

Xan makes an entirely indecent noise that he tries and fails to disguise as a giggle. "So- so that worked. Wanna try at range?"

"Hm. Can you send it through metal? I don't have anything conductive on me, though... anyway, this is the kind of shit the lab techs are gonna put you through a couple hours of. So you've got that to look forward to."

"It goes through me needles too so probably. I mostly know how my powers are useful when it comes to running away from assholes with swords. I guess I'm at this school to find out."

"That's the spirit!"

Damara thinks for a moment. "One question and then lets head back, I got enough weed in me for trippy dreams. Do ghosts exist?"

"Eeeeyep. One of our auxiliaries is a ghost-speaker. Why, are you getting haunted? Ariel can eat it for you if you like."

"I don't know, sometimes when I am sober and really mad I feel things. Its weird and I want to know who is watching. If I don't like them then eat them."

"Well, we can introduce you to the resident Ghostbusters tomorrow. For now, let's get back to Poe, where we two shall eat snack food and watch terrible movies until the dawn. And have prodigious amounts of sex."

Leo rolls his eyes but declines to comment. The two of them perform their magical girl transformations and wing it back to the roof, Damara in tow.

"Shit," Xan hisses under his breath.

"[Hello, you here because touching yourself was not as good as touching me?]"

"What, for being out past curfew?"

Harry points disbelievingly at his own face. "You see how I have a nose? I honestly have no idea how you expect me to miss the smell of weed, but you are very, very wrong."

"[You must really love fucking dead dogs if you could choose one of those over me.]" She says, stepping closer to him. Her body moves very suddenly, skipping forward like a video on a bad internet connection. A lit joint is in her hand, she blows a cloud of smoke into his face. Benefits of time travel. "[All the weed is from me, dog-corpse fucker. So bring your paddle down on my ass.]"

Harry makes a twisting gesture with his hand. The smoke dissipates, and Damara's joint burns in on itself, the smoke feeding into the flame until it's nothing more than pungent ash. "Miss Megido, I don't want to antagonize you; you're a new student and you've apparently had a rough few days. But if you continue to harass me, you may find yourself unable to feel the effects of any mind-altering substance more potent than coffee. Not that I would do that to you intentionally, as I'm sure that's technically a form of cruel and unusual punishment. But I'm a chaos mage; to me, magic is like breathing. The right provocation just brings it out. And it can be remarkably difficult to remove that kind of effect."

"If you do that then you will have killed me," Damara replies. "But I do not wish to die yet so I will behave."

"Good. As I said, I don't want to make your experience at Whateley unpleasant. I'm not even going to give you detention, this time; first offense, and all. If you can control your raging lust for me, I think we may be able to get along quite well."