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Angel Imeredala; a person who does not understand the concept of responsibility. Emma’s dark, evil twin created from the darkness in her heart. Or something like that.
Angel: Were y’all fucking?
The four Magical Girls gaze at the intruder with the cigarette with a clear gradient of reactions, going from Karuna’s toothy grin to Camila’s scowl of death- and they all burst out laughing. Except for Camila.
▲ Camila: Oh my fucking god, is there anything but shit in that head?
Camila is the self-appointed leader of the team, a rather short girl obsessed with being an adult. She lost a heavy bet to Marcela and had to have her hair shaded in bright green and then braided in high pigtails- yet has been wearing it like that ever since.
Angel: At least my head is not a tomato.
▲ Camila: What does that shit even mean, make sense!
Angel: Look at the mirror.
▲ Camila: I’M ANGRY YOU DUMBASS.
All Angel does is share a little grin. For all you’ve come to know about her, which is just what anyone else could know with a little stalking, Angel Imeredala may seem super serious but is actually super chill, serene, and careless- and yet, it’s because of that personality that you are so worried. She’s uncannily similar to Emma (physically and ONLY physically) so naturally there always had been theories floating around.
▲ Emma: “Hello Angel, how are you doing?”
Angel: “I’m doing great, thank you for asking. How about you?”
▲ Emma: “I’m doing fine, thank you! Would you like to take a seat?”
Angel: “Thank you. I’m very happy.”
She does.
▲ Karuna: Good job, Angel!
▲ Camila: You idiots, she doesn’t mean it.
Angel: I do.
▲ Karuna: See? She does.
▲ Camila: God dammit.
Karuna might be Emma’s only true confidant, given that she’s at least willing to peek into that stormy head. She’s considered one of the most cryptic and enigmatic Magical Girls in Buenos Aires, so it did come as quite a surprise to many when they found her rolling with a team. Wears very big classes under charmingly messy blonde curly bangs.
Angel: If you weren’t fucking, then what were you doing?
▲ Camila: OH MY-
▲ Karuna: We were talking about immortality. Wanna join us?
▲ Camila: god. If she’s gonna stay then NO SMOKING. NO SMOKING ALLOWED.
A faint, concrete cloud was already looming over them.
Angel: Where’s the no-smoking poster?
▲ Camila: I’m the poster!
Angel: Where’s the ashtray?
▲ Camila: We don’t have an ashtray, we don’t smoke, we are like sixteen!
Angel: Makes sense I guess.
You join the four of them in staring in shock as Angel dips the tip of the cigarette against her tongue, killing the spark.
