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>But then Lucinda is, again, the one to spot what to Rita is a haunting detail. In the waiting line of odd, disproportionate silhouettes of many colors is a human, an older woman, meekly waiting for her turn to shoot the gun.
>ACTIONS:
凸: <span class="mu-g">TARGET REDIRECT the Old Lady's shot so that it doesn't reflect back at her. If she wins Rita can see if she'll be willing to hand over her 'ticket'.</span>
ರೃ: <span class="mu-g">Wait until the Familiar dies so that she can pick up its card.</span>
Lucinda isn't alarmed, though. She thinks of this as more of the same: the strong predating the weak, whether through muscle or deceit. That gentle-looking old lady? Another predator. Once out, she'll rot her grandchild's teeth with candy to feel like a good person, and then she'll spend two thousand dollars on high heels. Which won't even be noticed the only time she wears them, at a wedding whose marriage will last less than a year.
Ah, but the old Magical Girl idealism... Lucinda can neither see it in the yellow nor the blue eye, but it's there. To be certain of what the other person is going to do is a scarily strong relief that washes over her, as the iron-clad Rita steps forward just as the lost nana grabs the gun. Feet offset, shoulder width apart, the human woman stands like a trained soldier as she aims; at what, neither Magical Girl knows. The shot is deafening but for half a second, the bullet draws triangles in the air as it bounces, like smashing into a hundred cymbals-
凸 <span class="mu-s">Rita</span>: <span class="mu-i">(T-target Redirection!)</span>
-and then a faint, faint line is drawn right next to the woman’s ear, the drum solo ending. Lucinda notices that the woman has neither been liquified nor absorbed and turned into a beverage, as Rita turns to look at the blonde.
凸 <span class="mu-s">Rita</span>: <span class="mu-i">(T-taraaan!)</span>
To look at the blonde with the same steady, ready eyes, and no other expression whatsoever.
>>凸 (M6 Magical Affinity λ Roll: 35 = Magnitude 4 Success)<< (Use Target Redirect to stop the bullet from bouncing into the old woman.)
As some kind of mercy, the blonde allows herself to imagine Rita striking a pose or something- but was it really necessary to name her magic? Both glance at the older woman who is leaving with a card of her own, walking away mechanically before being intercepted by the walking wall of stained glass that is Rita.
凸 <span class="mu-s">Rita</span>: <span class="mu-i">Hand that prize over to me.</span>
…who keeps walking away, but is then intercepted a second time by the second Rita.
凸 <span class="mu-s">Rita</span>: <span class="mu-i">I need that ticket. Please give it to me.</span>
…and yet keeps walking away, mercilessly. Rita simply watches the old woman go, and she’s going in the same direction as Lucinda- who, a bit ahead, so happened to go stalking the first Familiar they saw winning a prize. So Rita follows the woman, and Lucinda follows the familiar, and it's like a little train.
