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[color=f6989d]"I'll show you the beauty that your hatred has blinded you to."[/color][/center]

[color=f6989d]"So why are you chasing me?"[/color] Homura shouts at the one chasing after her. She looked back for just a moment to see the euphoric state of Oros' face. The look of pure thoughtlessness like a predator on the hunt, tunnel visioning as they give chase to their delicious looking prey. Homura almost admired the dedication of this magical girl to continue chasing her through the forest, let alone through her flames.

For a moment, Homura thought she was free, safe from whatever hazards had awaited her should Oros catch up to her. Alas, it didn't take long for that brief moment of respite to change as she eyed a crimson tendril pass over her head. [color=f6989d]"What even are you? Spiderman?"[/color] Homura asked with a look of confusion so palpable you could mistake her for a child learning how to fill in their tax forms.

[color=f6989d]"Jill's so outdated!"[/color] Homura responds with her pop-culture knowledge filling the tears that almost dared to attempt to escape her eyes. She just wanted to be left alone, why were the other magical girls so hostile to each-other. To her? Two tendrils attached themselves to trees upon either side of the light magical girl, only to launch Oros far enough ahead that Homura had the chance to stop and ready her bow in-case a fight were to break out.

As the debris settled and Homura's eyes adjusted, she spotted an Oros face-down on the ground, presumably hurt from the blistering speeds she'd hurtled herself at in an attempt to wrangle the poor innocent girl and bring her to her big bad evil boss.

She eyed her opponent up and down, She breathed heavily as adrenaline replaced her blood and time seemed to slow. It seemed to Homura that Oros had no intention to fight and so she lowered her weapon, responding in kind to any of Oros' interactions. [color=f6989d]"Hello?"[/color] Homura didn't quite match the cheeriness Oros exhibited so plainly, [color=f6989d]"Thank you? You looked quite scary hurtling towards that tree."[/color] She responded, taking a step back as Oros took one forward.

[color=f6989d]"I don't really want to get captured, or hurt! I just wanted to help people."[/color] It was true she had intended to run more, but it wouldn't hurt to share some sort of courtesy as two people that were [i]*supposed*[/i] to work together to fight the Miseria. [color=f6989d]"You can call me [b]Lycoris[/b], or Homura."[/color] She took yet another step back, each of Oros' movements making her flinch and fear what was to come next. The last thing she wanted was a bloody tentacle lashing towards her face.

Homura could hear the sound of a notification ding on Oros' phone, [color=f6989d]"You should get that! I would answer more questions, but I really should be going. I hope that the next time we meet is under better circumstance."[/color] Homura bowed, offering a wave just a moment before hopping back into the trees, returning to where she set the forest debris on fire. [color=f6989d]"Sorry about that..."[/color] She said to nobody in particular, but perhaps a little amphibian would overhear her apology as the flames subsided, with no debris having actually burned, no fire spread. She simply stood there in silence, dumbfounded by the night's experience. At least she was away from the town, the dark magical girl's domain whilst completely unaware that she was in another's.