Quoted By:
ರೃ & 凸:
ರೃ:
>Stop using freedom magic to hold back the pain.
>Continue using freedom magic to hold back the feelings.
凸:
>Give Luce the Grief Seed
Victory is never free, but the point of it is to get more out of it than you lose. Right now, as frozen tears of blood go down her shirt like red roots, Lucinda wonders if this nightmare had a point. Rita is forcing herself to celebrate on her behalf, going over the events with a cheerful tone (omitting the part where she broke the milkshake altogether) but the blonde knows, because of the Magical Relay, that the girl is also holding back some sorrow- just like herself.
凸 Rita: Don’t worry, Luci! You’ll be goin’ around again in no time! We totally wrecked that Witch, so just standing still should be as easy as… standing still! Right?!
A fat red clot leaks from the corner of Lucinda’s mouth as if the lipstick she’s wearing is melting into a line. Lucinda knows how worried Rita is for the stranger who tried to leave her behind when things went sour, yet she fails to measure her own anxiety like always. It’s, of course, her freedom magic at work, freeing her from them because feelings are something she can’t gauge anymore, but pain, the pain of the body, remains simple- pain is concrete. Lucinda thinks that at least she can tell judge how bad her body is, just how heavy the pain she’s also holding back would feel, because if she doesn’t stop blocking at least one of them her magic will eventually be devoured as both of them, unaddressed, grow louder by the second.
So, she lets her pain flow
ರೃ Lucinda: …asashagAHaaDS!!!
only to realize that she can’t even scream without drowning in blood.
>>ರೃ (M5 Mind £ Roll: 13 = Failure = -57 DP)<< (Endure the pain.)
凸 Rita: Luci? Luci! What did you do?!
The Fucknado doesn’t even have the strength to turn herself sideways to puke. When Rita spins her around in a hurry, Lucinda curses her from the bottom of her heart for having meddled with her fight as she feels like a blender was turned on inside her throat.
ರೃ Lucinda: BLGHBLGHEBLH-!!! BLHG-AAAAAAA!!!
凸 Rita: It’s fine! It's ok! Just let it all out and it will be over before you know it!
It’s a real nightmare of pure fire; it makes it crystal-clear how lucky she is to be breathing. Her neck wasn’t ripped apart, but only barely; to say it’s hanging by a thread may even be true from some point of view. Lucida feels… more pain that she ever knew humans were capable of feeling,
as if she was puking lava.
