Surrender Dorothy!

[not_good_not_wicked]

There's a strange sight up in the sky today: that of a young girl riding a broomstick back and forth across the city. Sometimes she swoops down to almost ground level, and then you can hear her laughing like a maniac.

Later on, she's drifting along at a more leisurely pace at rooftop level, making conversation much more practical. Or you can just call her if you really want to.

[1% spent on how to use her broomstick to fly.]

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[princeofmaggots]

A flying human? Well, this is not something you see everyday. [Says the flying bug-winged penguin. But he gives the witch a round of applause from his rooftop lunch spot.] But what a remarkable dive back there, I will give you a 9.5 for impressiveness.

[not_good_not_wicked]

She sits up on her broom. If she finds anything odd about talking to a bug-winged penguin, she's not showing it. "Yeah I guess that was a pretty good dive. Bet I can do better if I really tried, though."

[princeofmaggots]

Ohhh? You're quite the human I must say. Never have I met one who I have to share the sky with, especially one who can cut through the air without the slightest hint of death.

[Beelzebub quickly scarfs down the curry bread he was eating for his snack before sticking a dirty flipper out.]

Ah, how rude of me to not introduce myself to a lady. I am Beelzebub, a pleasure to meet you.

[not_good_not_wicked]

"Marisa."

She shakes the, er, flipper, then wipes her hand off on her dress.

[princeofmaggots]

[Pardon the sudden burp, thankfully he covers his beak with his wing.] Oh boy, I need to burn off the last 10 meals I had...

Say, about that dive. How about we make it into a race? Even though it would be I who comes out as the victor, shall we see exactly how fast you are on that collection of twigs?

[not_good_not_wicked]

She laughed, "There's no way a guy like you is going to beat me in a race!"

[princeofmaggots]

You know what they say, you can't judge a demon from their grimore's cover or something along those lines. Unless perhaps, you're too frighten to even try.

[He glances at her out of the corner of his half-lidded eyes]

I understand. Who wouldn't be scared of someone named after the great lord of the flies?

[not_good_not_wicked]

"Why the hell would I be scared of some kinda dopey bird thing."

[[ooc: Assuming Beelzebub isn't being comically overconfident, I think he can win this one. Just expect a rematch later when Marisa remembers more of her magic and can go even faster.]]

[princeofmaggots]

D-DOPEY BIRD!? I SHOULD BE GIVEN A MORE INTIMIDATING ADJECTIVE! LIKE MAJESTIC! SOMETHING LESS SHITTY THAN DOPEY YOU SACK OF MEAT!

[[ooc: He's mostly boasting but he does have more experience at the moment. A future rematch sounds wonderful as well.]]

[not_good_not_wicked]

Marisa's broom drifts backwards a few feet as she backs up from the outburst, but she looks more defensive than frightened. "Hey, I call 'em like I see 'em."