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The carpet Emma’s standing on, blue and white, sinks just a tiny little bit under her shoes. Mesmerized, she turns and looks at the neat white wooden walls, at the intricate patterns that the grids on the elevators follow, one at each side, at the yellow glass ceiling gently shining down on her a gradient of orange… A full spin on her feet was enough for Emma to be sure that this is the fanciest place she’s ever been in, and that this will likely remain to be the case forevermore.
But when Emma is back to where she started, she notices Angel on her knees, gasping, her hand trembling as she pushes a Grief Seed against the dark green Soul Gem hanging from her chest. It’s soon less dark, and more green. Emma is soon kneeling as well, a heavy feeling sinking in her chest.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Angel?</span>
Who just smirks at her.
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">It wasn’t that bad, was it?</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">What’s wrong with you?</span>
Angel laughs.
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Sweet fuck, where do I even start? But! Not my Soul Gem, at least.</span>
But she can’t avoid Emma’s honest-to-goodness worried stare for long.
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Seriously, you worry too much. We moved very far, so it took a toll on me. That’s the one caveat of my power; it’s very expensive.</span>
Emma stands at once. She’s complacent to everyone /except/ this one daredevil.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">You should have told me beforehand! I would have picked somewhere much closer! What if your power went over the limit?! Do you think that you will-</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">-nananananan, look, I do this all the time. Would you mind turning around? Just one second, sugar.</span>
Still actually somewhat seriously angry, Emma decides she /will/ continue this lecture but is met with Angel’s earnest puppy eyes, who could be considered to be wounded, and also still on her knees.
Yet Emma is keenly aware of Angel’s bullshit and squints at her. Who sighs.
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">-it’s a surprise. It’s not a surprise if you see it coming, you know.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">I hate surprises and you know it, Angel Imeredala.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">Then you are going to love them from now on. Come on!</span>
Emma rolls her eyes. She’s far-sighted enough to know that there would be no end to this. She will be the movable object this time. The Magical Girl of Unity turns around, her feet bouncing up and down, staring at the wooden-like texture on the porcelain wall. Emma scoffs, although a bit too much for show.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Done?</span>
No answer. Emma waits; if there is one, she wouldn’t want to ruin Angel’s surprise if it’s something she worked hard on.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">Angel? If you forgot something we can just do this later, don’t worry.</span>
No answer. Rarely there is consensus in the Emmaland inside her head, but this is one of those rare opportunities. Emma is already scoffing as she turns around.
Angel isn’t behind her. Turning frantically, she sees her- her head is peeking from the corner at the end of the hallway.
