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[center][h2][color=00a651][u]         [color=white]❀[/color]  [b]Lucille[/b]  [color=white]❀[/color]         [/u]
[color=00a651][sup][sup][i]Current [color=white]Location:[/color] The Oblivion Dungeon[/i][/sup][/sup][/color]
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Blood spattered onto the ground, running deep into the tiles of the floor. More of it splashed onto the surfaces of the mirrors surrounding Lucille as if to hold further mockery. The Black Goat herself was clinging against the wall and sliding down it with wobbling knees, yet more red trailing from behind her back. Though this predicament didn’t deter Lucille’s smirk all the same. [color=00a651]“Are you done fooling around Me? If you were fighting seriously, I’d be dead already,”[/color] she said.

The Past Lucille slowly closed distance between them, flicking her wrist to scatter what bodily fluids remained on her parasol. What wounds she had slowly closed back into place, the illusion meeting Lucille grin for grin. [color=00a651]“Maybe you’re just doing better than I expected. It takes more than stabbing yourself to kill off the Black Goat so why are you pretending like this is a big deal.”[/color]

[color=00a651]“It’s not every day I find myself wanting to strangle myself,”[/color] Lucille noted, standing back upright and staring. And oh how she wanted to strangle this idiot in front of her; but alas, some higher power had other ideas to ruin even that small catharsis. For the form of Past Lucille was violently penetrated by a dark orb. Rolling her eyes at this new development, the orb began to lecture her. Something, something, it was probably some pretentious ass trying to-

Another punch to her jaw sent her deeper into the wall. Growling, spitting out more blood, Lucille watched as the dark orb began to split open, the Past Lucille emerging out and away. Sparks of the dark energy crackled as it hit the floor, the fake Lucille shaking her head. [color=00a651]“As if we care about the politics of morons. That’s one thing we can agree on-”[/color]

Wham; a punch to send her jaw and body spiraling away. Lucille cracked a fist closed as she watched her double be shoved away. Parasol held out, the tip dragging against the floor like a deranged killer, she looked at the other Black Goat who was scrambling up. [color=00a651]“We agree on one thing, yay. Big whoop. I still want to ram your skull into your ass.”[/color]