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[color=778899]“Beacon?”[/color] Amaryllis blinked. It wasn’t as surprising as she had thought, really. Considering her past clashes with the Beacon Buddies, as well as how opaque the organization was to begin with, it wasn’t too great of a stretch to consider that some faction of Beacon was involved. Heck, it was even pretty damning that the Maiden of Mystic Darkness [i]hadn’t[/i] been apprehended successfully by Beacon, despite the fact that she was clearly an agent of Horror and clearly at fault for the Penrose Stadium incident. But ‘Beacon is the greatest evil’ was also something of a meme in the magical world…

She wouldn’t dismiss Sammy’s theory, but she wouldn’t trust in it completely either. The namedrop of ‘Binky’ was something more worth pursuing, after all. A magical overlord of the evil kind? Amaryllis leaned forward, her ample bosom spilling over the top of the table as she sipped contemplatively on her iced water. Regardless, it was going to be a whole lot of talking. Slipping a hand into her bag, she extracted her smartphone and sent a quick ping to Rina, a slightly silly smile on her lips.

[quote]Allegedly, a magical being by the name of Binky has been experimenting on magical girls, and is under the protection of Beacon. Might be worth looking into.[/quote]
Her tone was officious, only a ‘Dear Rina’ and ‘Sincerely Amaryllis’ separating it from a written letter, but Amaryllis still hadn’t moved up to the level of ‘texting buddies’ with her fellow ally of justice yet, and even this amount of friendly communication was rather novel for the sword wielder. She couldn’t linger though, not when a new person (seriously, who the hell even was Cindy Ford?) was declaring their sovereignty over the city. Arching a brow at Sammy, Amaryllis stood up as well, her stance prepared for her words awkward as always. [color=778899]“Um, you don’t th- wait, I mean to say that I’m going…to be comi- huh? Lotus? …d-do I kn-”[/color] At that point, Sammy had already shot off, and Amaryllis let out a self-deprecating sigh. [color=778899]“Yeesh, we’re going to be going to the same place anyways…”[/color]

Without a pause, she also ran out the door.

Then she returned, because dining and dashing wasn’t ok.

Only for the waitress to point out that her bill was already cleared because [i]“Manager said it was on the house”.[/i]

So she ran out again, and by then, Sammy’s small frame had already melted into the crowds of much taller people.

Amaryllis sighed, striking, in that instant, the silhouette of a forlorn beauty in a bittersweet romance, the very picture of regretful despondence.

And, with that same sort of despondence, she spoke the only magic words in the world that would allow her to become someone brighter.

[color=778899]"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘..."[/color]
[@BrokenPromise][@Rune_Alchemist]