✦ 𝕷𝑨 𝕯𝑬𝑼𝑿𝑰𝑬𝑴𝑬 ✦

ㅤㅤ•° she retrieved her baton, pointing at one group of weaker angels.

ㅤㅤ“𝒁𝑨𝑪𝑨𝑴.ᐟ”

ㅤㅤ•° and with a commanding shout, the lot was taken out with a lightning bolt from Mictlantecuhtli's body, leaving the stronger angels alive.
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ㅤㅤ•° her cheerful expression faltered again, this time her smile even dropped. She turned around to look forward, urging her demon to fly faster.

ㅤㅤ•° eventually, the graveyard came in sight, already with angels abound.

ㅤㅤ“The bait I put down earlier worked. Let's get to it.”

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ㅤㅤ•° Mictlantecuhtli screeched, its long slender body twisting in the air and flying forward in incredible speed towards one of the bigger graveyards in the city

ㅤㅤ“Catch up.ᐟ”

ㅤㅤ•° the blonde shouted, though she's not sure if the other-her can hear.
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ㅤㅤ“Sister, we are the same age, aren't we.ᐣ There's no way my abilities are lesser than yours.”

ㅤㅤ•° jumping up, letting Mictlantecuhtli catch her mid-air.

ㅤㅤ“Let's race to the graveyard.“
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ㅤㅤLeather is always a fine choice. Good for coats and capes and all that. I make my own clothes too, though only for my nighttime thieveries. If I start making clothes for my daytime activities too, the police might somehow catch on.
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ㅤㅤ“Let me tag along. I need to go to the Gates of Hell to pay my Luka's bill, too.”

ㅤㅤ•° she promised to pay his drink, in exchange for information.
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ㅤㅤOoh, fancy ... reminds me of a girl I met. Pink hair, young. Both a designer and a stylist.

ㅤㅤHey, maybe you can collaborate with her.ᐣ Or at least trade knowledges and skills.
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ㅤㅤD'oh. Disappointing. I guess I was expecting too much.

ㅤㅤLike I said, not a lot happening in Inferno either. Lots of stuff happening in the human world, though. Too much stuff for this six century-old head, but I guess it naturally comes with having the means for information to travel fast.
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ㅤㅤ“Halos for new weapons, I'm assuming.ᐣ Unless he's asking you to foot your Enzo's bill.”

ㅤㅤ•° eye squinting at the name. She's not particularly fond of that guy in her own world.
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ㅤㅤA pleasure, Fulgrim. I am Cerise-Clemént Blanchard, alias La Deuxième.

ㅤㅤAnything new in your hell.ᐣ There hasn't been a lot going on in mine.
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ㅤㅤ•° her expression sours almost immediately, but the smile never falls.

ㅤㅤ“Hah, what's with you.ᐣ I'm trying to bait you to discuss about it. You're not in a hurry to get anywhere, right.ᐣ”
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ㅤㅤ“Of course.ᐟ

ㅤㅤ“Oh, but honestly .. she doesn't seem that whimsical.”
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ㅤㅤI FORGOT YOUR NAME I'M SORRY
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ㅤㅤBLUE DEMON HIII YOU MENTIONED ME HIII
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ㅤㅤ“If you're a child then I'm a whole baby, then.“
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ㅤㅤ“ ... Aren't you like .. old.ᐣ Ancient.ᐣ”
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ㅤㅤ“Why so hard on yourself.ᐣ And I'm not even talking about old wounds.”

ㅤㅤ•° playfully smacking her other-self's shoulder.

ㅤㅤ“Even elder sister isn't this harsh on herself.”
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ㅤㅤ“Ooh ja ... .ᐟ

ㅤㅤDas ist gut, ooh ja ... .ᐟ”

ㅤㅤ•° muttering musicals to herself.
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ㅤㅤ“But accepting parts of you that isn't pretty or perfect is what makes you mature.

ㅤㅤJust because we're both adults and have been adults for the past few centuries doesn't mean we're not allowed to cry.”

ㅤㅤ•° smiling.
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ㅤㅤ“Nothing wrong with shedding a tear or two. It keeps your emotions in check for when you 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 need to look cool.”
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ㅤㅤ“That makes the two of us, sister. Though in my case, I do cry openly.”
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ㅤㅤ“Lead the way, please. I don't do well with darkness.”

ㅤㅤ•° another lie. She's an Umbra Witch and can see in darkness just fine.

ㅤㅤ•° not that it would help that much. Her eyesight is terrible, to the point that she has to rely on her ears more.
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ㅤㅤ•° a sigh. Her story-making skills were getting rusty.

ㅤㅤ“That would be appreciated.”

ㅤㅤ•° as for now, she just needed to get somewhere safe to recuperate and fix herself up. She felt at least one scrape on her thigh.

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ㅤㅤ“I saw the forest and went inside to shake them off. I was so terrified I didn't ... I didn't realize I would be putting myself in a potentially worse position.”
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ㅤㅤ“I ... I was chased here. Yeah. There were men with weapons and their own dogs. They thought I, a street magician, did a terrible crime.”

ㅤㅤ•° her voice shook as she spoke, unknown if it was because she was half-lying, or if she was truly shaken up.

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ㅤㅤ“Um.”

ㅤㅤ•° the blonde stared at her for a little while, unsure how to even describe it. One moment, she was jumping from roof to roof, and then she fell and ... woke up here. Like someone knocked her out and dragged her here as a prank.

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ㅤㅤ ...

ㅤㅤWell, I'm sure you'll still be able to move quick. Moving while being as tall as Everest is definitely cumbersome.
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ㅤㅤOf course. Being short does make you more nimble, after all. Even I would prefer being a little shorter, if that means I can dodge better.
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ㅤㅤDon't cry, don't cry.ᐟ I bet you're really good in hide-and-seek.
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ㅤㅤ•° 6'5.

ㅤㅤ•° not the tallest witch ever, but good enough to pass as a man during daytime.

ㅤㅤ•° ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨
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