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ᕙ <span class="mu-i">Jimena Gimenez</span> ᕗ
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—--------Paloma Marron Arcade—--------
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>Point at the thief and call for help from the crowd to stop him. Surely your looks and aura of authority will count for something here. (Charisma Rolls: (97), 48, Magnitude 3 = Critical)
<span class="mu-s">I</span>t’s for a split second that Jimena Gimenez imagines the reaction of that thief as it opens her bags and rummages through its contents. And it is enough. Behind her rage and desperation as she overclocks her lungs to scream over the clapping and cheering, as she points at it, there is something else. A small, yet pure sense of mercy, manifested as worry for that thief’s well being. For besides the secrets of the deeper space and the struggles of Magical Girls, there are things mere mortals are not yet ready to see.
Like the contents of that bag.
It’s that divine impulse that gives the tiny final push needed for Jimena’s voice to thrive over all others. As if light came from her mouth. And it’s perhaps that divine impulse that traveled instead of her voice, because the metrosexual with sunglasses that reacted first didn’t just tackle the thief, but soared with grace and beauty and love until his shoulder ragdolled the thief- at least thirty five feet. The bag at his feet, he slowly picked it up, like the hero of a shoujo manga.
Before running away himself. Of course: this is Argentina.
Everyone had already stopped clapping to witness. Ambonisye says something in african, carefully drops Jimena, and rushes out of the arcade in perfect running form.
Five minutes later, he’s back with the bag. Dripping and sweating from every atom.
Jimena sighs in relief and hugs the negro, then pulls some bills from the bag. What remains of her allowance will be spent in burgers. Because his friend will never know that he didn’t just save the Switch: he saved a man’s life.
>(ritaaaaaaaaalin)!
