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Wonderful! Perfect!

The tips of her fingers, arms still spread wide, swung to and fro as though coordinating a beautiful symphony. The ebb and the flow, the rise and the fall, the rhythm within the chaos. There was a pattern to it, a beauty. It wasn't a careful, perfect Classical piece; it was Romantic, with all of the rough edges and complex strands that bared the very soul of its performers. And hers, oh hers would be the brightest!

The new girl was perfect, a new instrument to the piece facing the monster with poise and power! Ahhh, her addition would round them out, smooth away the gaps and imperfections until they were a perfect performance. But now, in this moment, it was [i]her[/i] spotlight! The [i]devushka[/i] would confine it, with strong earthen walls and she would [i]burn[/i] it just as the joy burned within her. Oh, this was living! Hell's attacks were parried, Selma fell from above, the strands came together and melded, building and building and building to that perfect crescendo for her to punctuate with-

The beast shattered, and her mood with it.

Crushed with as much finality as Selma's landing, and her perfect performance was finished with a fucking off-note, off-key crash. Her grand finale smothered in its crib, a track cut off right before the climax. How [i]unsatisfying.[/i] Her joyous grin curdled, fading into neutrality as her arms lowered. In place of joy she had only sore ankles. She scuffed her shoe against the ground and kicked an icy fragment, grinding the next nearest under her foot as though the Void were responsible for the massacre of her vibe. 

[color=7e5e7f]Hmph.

"Who's the..."[/color] She stopped, voice flat and ruffled. Rivka jerked her thumb at their new arrivals by way of explanation, deciding the words she had chosen wouldn't be very... Diplomatic. Then she nudged the fallen tree ([i][color=7e5e7f]quite a sound[/color][/i] with her toe without looking.[color=7e5e7f]"You. Who are you? Up, [i]devushka[/i], you're making us look bad."[/color]