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Lifa: I think I may be in shock.
Felicia is now hiding behind a washing machine most likely housing ten thriving families of rats. Despite the distance you can hear Lifa and Lucinda from here, who themselves are hiding behind a trash box right by the back of a restaurant. Dark alleys; always so convenient.
ರೃ Lucinda: You are too soft.
Lifa: That may be true… What was that?
ರೃ Lucinda: We are being attacked by a Magical Girl.
The girl with the hair that may be radioactive doesn’t answer at once. She seems to be in permanent texting mode even in real life; clearly, her policy is to always take her sweet time to think before talking. What an interesting case.
Lifa: You protected me so I would perform the resurrection. Is that right?
ರೃ Lucinda: Yes. That is my bargain chip: do this for me and I will have to protect you.
Lifa: Because my magic will vanish when I die. I see.
Felicia frowns her nose. Well, yeah- what did you expect? And they must have it even worse over there.
Lifa: I… know where you are coming from. Freaky stuff is magical a hundred times out of a hundred and a one. But, for a Magical Girl to attack another in broad daylight… It’s just unheard of. And, I will dare to say… that even a freak accident is much more likely.
ರೃ Lucinda: I’ve been the target of constant raids by the North and West. Even Easterns came up with excuses to hunt me down.
Lifa: …Even Magical Girls? In public? But… why?
Seems Lifa did her research. Half of it, at least.
ರೃ Lucinda: I don’t know, I don’t care; yet this is the first time they disrespect the Veil. They crossed a line; so shall I. Should I find this Magical Girl, I will end her life.
And Felicia was /right/ about to yawn; she swallowed that air like it was meat cake. Fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck… Silence. Silence because of more thinking time and not because somebody is getting closer… hopefully.
Lifa: Lucinda, I don’t think that would make yours easier.
...the steps stop.
ರೃ Lucinda: Another idealist Magical Girl.
