[Center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200312/08791badea4291da4bb29c6148deb5d2.png[/img] [Sub].:⋮Exodus⋮:.[/Sub] [/center] Just a moment before the Angel of Hope fell completely fell into the abyss she would feel herself being picked up carefully and held gently. Penny had walked from her place just back stage in time to watch the radiant girl’s actions. And could not help but feel cold rage at how she was treated by the Ascendancy. She was done with this place, this Rave, and if she stayed any longer she was going to start hitting things and she wasn’t sure if she was going to stop. [h3][color=00aeef][u][i]“Everyone”[/i][/u][/color][/h3] Penny would call out, her voice booming as she augmented it with her magic. [color=4F8092][u]“I’ve found a way out past the barrier.”[/u][/color] Her voice would echo out barely restrained anger evident within her normally monotone voice. [color=4F8092][u]“And I am leaving, follow me if you wish.”[/u][/color] With that proclamation Penny would turn towards the secret pathway hidden away and begin moving towards it quickly. She didn’t bother with going the long way; she simply tore apart the walls that stood in her way. Any girl that tried to stop her was summarily ignored, unless they attacked her, at which point she would defend using all four of her extra limbs to deflect, parry, or block any of the attacks thrown at her. If anyone chose to follow Penny, they would find that Penny would strive to defend them against assault as well but never did she launch an attack back at anyone. All the while she continued her march. Assuming that she hadn’t been forced to stop, the cover for the secret passage way was equally torn apart. [color=4F8092][u]“This leads past the barrier”[/u][/color] Penny would speak up, for any of the girls that had chosen to follow her. They could leave at their own pace from this point of if they wanted. Penny would move slowly out, acting as a rear guard. Defending everyone she could from any attack she could. Completely disregarding who was the ones attacking or being attacked. [hr] [Center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200425/b0ccfb30035d0f879fa2698145d698c9.png[/img] [h3]&[/h3] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200425/b41e329a387cae138b2f744f0de73a0b.png[/img] [Sub].:Home away:.[/Sub] [/center] [color=#159D86]“It’s time to close it Monica”[/color] Ashlyn would say through grit teeth. She hadn’t been enough, not even with everyone who had helped out, they hadn’t been enough. Quietly she raged at the injustice of it all, as she kept the tears in her eyes from falling. The majority of girls here hadn’t done anything wrong, they just wanted a chance to relax and cut loose for the first time in months. Monica and herself had come along to help clean up afterwards, and to try and keep things from getting out of hand. Neither of them had Expected Vi-chan to be such a disgusting snake and do this to all of them. And now they had to leave, lest the small few that they had been able to help once again fall into the line of fire. [color=#FD0E14]“I know…”[/color] the smaller horned girl would whisper in reply. It wasn’t hard for her to reach out mentally and listen into the thoughts of the girls who had spied the ornate double doors of her Interdimensional Home. It hurt to see all the pain that had been spread, all the chaos and loss of life. She closed her eyes and a moment later the outside of the door would rapidly burn away leaving no way in. once they were away, Monica would rest her head against the door, and cry silently. Why was the world so willing to paint them all with the same brush? There were some of them who were not evil, even if all of them were corrupt. [hr] [Center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180715/d80bb0fbb433935c1613207a0d09ae3f.png[/img] [Sub] -=Ǝ Curtin Fall E=- [/Sub] [/center] Freya would turn around to see Aurelio sitting up already, propped up by his cane. He was exhausted, that much was obvious but never the less he was still smiling, though it was notably more melancholic. His clothes were pristine as always, even his missing sleeve was seemingly replaced, though now it was pinned up since he was missing an arm. In his left had he held a simple looking bronze coin, but with Jelena’s declaration about them not having the right Coin, both coins would swap colors, the illusion dispelling, before the Bronze vanished as Aurelio recalled his money. In an instant Freya would find herself looming over the downed magician ready to strike him down when a flash of light would erupt from his removed arm still being held in her other hand. [color=fff79a]“I’ll admit”[/color] She would hear him say as her world came to a stop, time seemingly stretching out into an eternity without her moving any further. [color=fff79a]“I was hoping to catch both of you with this last trick”[/color] Then the white coin would start fragmenting in to little points of light as Aurelio used the White coin on himself. [color=fff79a]“Game over”[/color] Love was such a powerful emotion, one of the three greatest emotions in Aurelio’s opinion, because it was endlessly versatile. His last spell, his final trick to play, was a very simple one at its concept. Stop someone and let them experience something with you and it was only possible due to Love. So while Freya wasn’t paralyzed in the strictest sense, she would find that she wasn’t able to bring herself to move. Then as the Light of the White coin flooded out, she would get a phantom sensation of what it felt like to have used the precious Coin, of what it would feel like to have the Spark’s warmth resting within her. It would last until the White coin was used up, and then she would be free to act however she wished. As Aurelio was well and truly spent, and had no more tricks up his sleeve.