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[Akroma]

"Or I could just have her sign the blood oath. But..I am not really sure if it is fool proof."

She very purposefully ignored Oliver, her own personality standing in her way of simply removing her.

[SOLDIER First]

"Blood oath and I can threaten to be a huge munchkin. She'll know what it means."

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"Or I could just have her sign the blood oath. But..I am not really sure if it is fool proof."

She very purposefully ignored Oliver, her own personality standing in her way of simply removing her.

"Morgana... Answer the question. "

[Akroma]

"Oliver could you kindly step off?"

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"No I cannot you have failed to stop club members from getting hurt 3 times and the only reason I have not told the school that you run a club where people are getting hurt is because I can tell this club mean's a lot to you and I don't want to do that to you. "

[SOLDIER First]

"did you just threaten her
seriously
good fucking luck dude"

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"No I am not threatening her I am being completely honest if I was threatening her I would have said.I will tell the school

[SOLDIER First]

"You just said the only reason you haven't, aka you were considering it, aka you would if not for one thing. That's a threat. Stop."

[Akroma]

A change occured in Morganas expression, rapidly, and in a crass contrast to the slight annoyance that it hinted at earlier. There was something about the mention of exposing the clubs existance to higher authority that crossed a line between disturbance, and actual danger, and it was written so clearly in Morganas eyes that Oliver wished she had just for once thought before she spoke. All of a sudden Morgana was an umbral shadow over Olivers mind, a witch with powers beyond human understanding - and this courage-melting moment made all the more clear that Oliver hardly knew her - and the lengths she might go. Afterall, Oliver had left her lifeblood, willingly, in Morganas tenancy, a ritualistic offering of dark portence that she merely began to fantasise about in her most obsure fantasies.

She stared at her now, wordlessly, her face calm, but cold and far beyond any petty threats, awaiting Olivers next move. She had better planned it carefully this time.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Oliver stares Morgana wordlessly down before her face softens and in a worried and sincere tone.
"Morgana you have been putting people in danger and people have been getting hurt people have almost died and I don't want any of you to get hurt...or D-Die.I do not intend to tell the school becuase I can tell that this club means a lot to you and as your friend I don't want you to get hurt....I'm... Just growing worried alright. "

[SOLDIER First]

_{"stop oh my god"}

[Akroma]

"Oh you won't tell the school or anyone, that I know for certain."

A shiver grasped Olivers neck, cold as death, and traveled so very slowy, savoring and appreciating every curve, as her body contorted in fear made palpable. She had never seen Morgana like this before. Her worries grew all the more worried, though their center had shifted from her friends, to her own well-being.

[Adragis]

Christina looks on.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Oliver looks at Morgana dumbfounded and almost disturbed and distraught that her friend could act this way before in a hesitant voice that sounds like it doesn't want to believe what comes out of its mouth next.
"Morgana are you....threatening to kill me?"

[Akroma]

"Go home now. You will stop intruding in the clubs business, or I will take measures."