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>Comfort her.
The Faction Leader of the most unhinged faction, a family whose rock is the basis that a girl in a frilly dress can say ‘cock impalement’ too, is about to lose /it/. What /that/ is Helen doesn’t know- and she also knows that she won’t know either!
▲ Ironmouse: *little scream*
Hastily, Helen yanks Ironmouse with her (completely unaware of the fact that she’s bringing an adult along like it was a doll) and runs away, straight-up interrupting her sadness.
But where to take her?
First of all, away from the TV Tower of Doom and Gloom- which is now showing Jimena stretching her fingers towards the sky. Once out of the crowd, Helen drags Ironmouse around the conglomeration of Magical Girls, looking for a happy place where people are having fun. It’s not easy. Round and round, scared girls are talking in whispers, straight-up despairing, or even resting in each other’s laps as if those thighs were a shore and the rest of the world a merciless tide. There are clear patterns, also. The proper girls from the East are hugging or touching each other somehow, the weirdos of the West are talking and talking, and the bitches of the North are out there asking everyone else if they are ok- except for their leader. There are exceptions to the rule, of course, everyone is coping their way (and the ass-slap contest is getting bigger)- but nobody looks too happy about it.
And, as the sob behind her makes evident, this little trip is making things even worse.
>ADDENDUM: Motion Zen to get you some tea, sweets, and a pillow.
Zentreya’s raised eyebrow means they’ve gone full circle; there’s nothing left to see. Helen waves a hand at the cybernetic dragon girl (because dragons have to help each other out, and she has to help the one in her hair) to bring in the good stuff. Zentreya just raises the other eyebrow. Again taking out the notepad, cursing if she could, Helen quickly draws the tree of them sharing a little picnic. The monotone Magical Girl, skewing Helen with one last skeptical glare, takes off with the childish drawing.
But Ironmouse is already crying, and tea takes a while to heat up. So, as a desperate last resort, and maybe out of misplaced anger, the little dragon steals a pillow and slams it into the Faction Leader’s face.
Who, after some serious hesitation
responds in kind.
Comforting is about giving people something to hang on to, to make the fight worth it. Maybe all Ironmouse wants to believe right now is that she can be strong too. And given how much the Faction Leader is laughing as Helen is getting mercilessly mauled with pillows, she must be feeling pretty strong right now.
>>Ƹ> (M? Charisma ღ Roll: 82)<< (Comfort Ironmouse / Ask Zentreya to bring tea, sweets, and a pillow.)
