[h3][center][color=MediumVioletRed]Julia[/color]/[color=Aqua]Jillian[/color][/center][/h3]

Julia's face finally contorted into a frown as her gaze refocused upon the other magical girl. Jillian raised a hand ever so slightly away from her side, a subtle gesture towards Julia accompanied by a small pulse of emotion. This time, however, the girl did not remain silent. Jillian was yanked backwards in her grasp, coming to a stop closer to Julia.

She spoke, ignoring Jillian's disapproving frown. [color=MediumVioletRed]"Do you often blame the victims of your reckless activities, servant of the Beacon?"[/color] She crossed her arms, not waiting for a reply. [color=MediumVioletRed]"Perhaps that explains how you sleep at night, collaborating with hypocrites that seek the destruction of peace."[/color] Or so the wild rumors went. [color=MediumVioletRed]"A massive conflict erupts, and you expect it to not draw attention? That there would be no consequences for lashing out at all comers without regard for if they could be friend or foe? You have much to learn still."[/color]

Julia tilted her head up at the other girl despite already floating somewhat off the ground, the air around her one of great disdain. [color=MediumVioletRed]"You alone are to blame for your poor judgement. You will apologize and let this end peacefully, or you will [b][i]kneel[/i][/b]."[/color] Julia's magic pulsed within the final word, the weight of gravity made metaphorical. Though also somewhat literal, with how the dust beneath her flattened.

Jillian winced, her nervous gaze passing rapidly between both the Beacon girl and Julia herself. This was far from diplomatic, but the empath's other self rarely responded well to being told that she was to blame for anything. The girl was very forceful. Jillian loved her, but sometimes she couldn't be restrained. Or rather, Jillian was bad at doing the restraining.

She waited tensely.

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