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And finally, there’s nothing but the hole under Lucinda, and so she falls- forward.
<span class="mu-r">¢±ΦΘдαδ---</span>
It’s like every chain coming from the bouquet of butterflies hit the Witch at the very same time- and for a second, it’s like the Witch got glued to them
but just a second, before it’s brutally sent spinning down.
>>ರೃ (M4 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 84 = Success)<< (Aim for the center of mass.)
>>ರೃ (M5 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 81 = Success+1, Witch Con = M10-2 = M8)<< (Damage the Witch.)
When it recovers with another violent spin, stretching its wings to their full size, the Witch finds Lucinda floating in the air, just looming above her, as if she spouted wings too. The Cat o' Nine Chains limps to its full length under the Magical Girl’s naked toes, painted in oil-like blood like a massive bouquet of black roses.
>”I love you.”
ᕙ Jimena: I love you.
ರೃ Lifa: …
ರೃ Lucinda: …
ᕙ Jimena: …
>>ರೃ (M5 Mind φ Roll: 96 = Almost Critical Success)<< (If Lucinda can push through her fear.)
Lady Lu’s cheeks aren’t even red; so aren’t Lifa’s. Even Jimena embraces the serenity of the ensuing silence; even the Witch seems wary of it. The brunette doesn’t even need the Relay to share the weight under the blonde’s chained heart, the quietly rampaging fear of someone who just bet it all
that vanishes instantly and forever when Lifa’s lips curl. Those blossom into a smile at their own time and rhythm, under a gentle drizzle of warm tears, as Lucinda (now totally red) smiles just the same, like a retard tied to a rocket. It was stated with simplicity, like a fact, like everything Lucinda does
and that made it real.
Jimena glances at the pink gem; it's shining abruptly.
Loving Lucinda must have been so hard.
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