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ರೃ <span class="mu-i">Lucinda Newhorn</span> ರೃ
<span class="mu-g">>Ask for a pet dog.
Charisma Rolls: 22, 59, 17, (12)
Magnitude 4 = Failure
>Go on amazon and buy pet specific stuff (Toys, A big dog cage, dog food and treats, Books on how to bond with dogs and train them, Food and water bowl, etc.
Wisdom Roll: (9)
Magnitude 0.5 = Failure
>Ask if there's something Lucinda can do to change their mind, parents usually want something, after all...
Charisma Rolls: (29), 72, 78, 78
Magnitude 0,5 = Success</span>
QM's note: how the FUCK do you even fail googling dog toys?!?!?!
<span class="mu-s">L</span>ike Damocles's Sword, lingering over the king's head, held only by a single hair of a horse tail, the question haunted Lucinda all the way home. Each drop of rain reminded her of the blade.
There was no benefit. No prize. To assume that giving out his products for free was the only alternative the hot dog man could come up with after decades stuck with the same job was to put what little faith Lucinda still had in humanity to the test- and she did not want to go there.
It wasn't just the hot dog. It's that she finally paid attention to a pattern she had ignored her whole life.
Lucinda had to know. At this point, it was like air. She had to know WHY she was caring again.
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Still dripping, Lucinda stepped down from the bus and glanced around. Villa Lugano; a paradox of both extreme wealth and poverty almost melted together. Mannors surrounded by houses with tin roofs and brick walls, a Starbucks right next to a church giving soap to homeless folks for free- the questions could pile up like a labyrinth.
The wooden door to her house creaked open; it had been polished recently with scented wax, but only the outer face. Inside, the contrast kept up with her: a golden chandelier (actually made of bronze) hung over her head, the wooden floor under her was actually laminated, and a big, ugly plastic back full of trash was right to her feet- and had been there since she left.
One step into the kitchen, her mother turns towards her like the wheel on a ship, her neck almost making the same creaking sound- instantly telling her only daughter that she's in it for it now. Lucinda knew. She had been skipping home for a week now; school too.
Quietly sitting down in silence, Lucinda asks for her dad. No answer; only red coming from her mother's face. Helping herself to the cold tea on the table almost made her miss the heavy footsteps behind her, and now the family is here, all of us, together.
The Magical Girl looks up from the cup. Mom and Dad, one red, one white. Unlike last time, Dad isn't grabbing her by the hair; perhaps the man did not make friends with enough nurses at the hospital.
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