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Hush (a former northerner, therefore the nickname) had become the seventh Faction Leader of the Latin American branch of the Order of the End barely more than a year ago. Operations to produce Toys had begun almost immediately after under her supervision; all of the Priestesses were created using her magic as a mold.
If she were to die, all of the Toys fueled by her magic would turn off on the spot.
Despite being entirely unaware of what the pink girl sitting by the window had been doing for the past year, both Jimena and Erika would know her unique, special power even without Omniscience:
peace magic.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">Sweet chap you look awful over there. Pull down a sock and lend me your leg. A little yuri will fix you.</span>
Not even Petra’s injection of motivation was enough to withstand the bucket of cold water with ice that is this reality. Jimena drones her feet forward and Hush meets leg with leg, skin with skin, under the table; soon, the short brunette is taking steady breaths.
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">Thanks.</span>
It’s peace, simple as that. You worry about something, and then you don’t. All of the pain goes away.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">Erika? I’ve got two legs.</span>
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">I’m good.</span>
A waitress comes by carrying a massive tray in each hand. The guys at the next table howl like wolves as food and coffee fill their table.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">Excuse me-</span>
The waitress just walks past the Faction Leader, the cacophony from the table right next to theirs swallowing all sound like a black hole. Hush just shrugs.
◙ <span class="mu-s">Hush</span>: <span class="mu-i">I can’t raise a hand.</span>
Erika does. Thanks to her height, the waitress takes notice fast. She gets by the table, struggling to not look at that pink hair that looks a lot like gum.
