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The dot in the void becomes a dying star. The combined force of the crossbow's blast and Rita's overclocked thrusters lights up the endless pit if for just a second. Both focused, both living the present and little more, Rita and Lucinda ride the crossbow like it was a rocket, little in their minds as they are sucked into the sky other than the ball looming above, the floating circus with its red and white stripes, the end of the rope. Yet they aren't even close to it yet, they fell too low, but the thrusters continue to make up for the blasts' dying momentum-
>>凸 (M5 Constitution Ω Roll: 80 = Success)<< (Keep the thrusters up.)
-until they are gaining speed instead of losing it-
凸 &:ರೃ: <span class="mu-s">AAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!</span>
-and the abyss spits them into the squared hole that is the entrance to the circus's glass dome. They barely make it, crash-landing and separating, both rolling on the metallic floor with no ceremony as the dying remnant of the rocket's momentum still takes its toll on them. By the end of it, the floor gave them the worst beating of their life. Lucinda has gashes everywhere, Rita feels her every bone- yet the human, rag-dolled aside as they landed, is the first to stand.
