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[i][color=00a651]Fiiiiiine.[/color][/i]

Seemed everyone was unhappy that Miss Rosmarie was lying around on the job. Saaaaaame as it ever was... Right down to getting nudged in the ribs by the grumpiest ones. Fiiiiiiiiine.

[color=00a651]"Hup!"[/color] came the incredibly dissonant chirp from the mouth of the felled Pine before the congregation, accompanied by the rush of air and a stern thud as she sprung up from the ground and onto her feet. She made a quick effort to brush any errant dust from the collision off her shoulders, before folding her arms in front of her and puffing up her chest as the selfsame easy grin that was so common on her face burst to life.

[color=00a651]"Yo! Name's Selma! Pleasure to [i]drop in[/i]."[/color]

...

As if on stage, the silence hung in the air for a very pregnant moment while the warm wetness slid down from her eyebrow. Only the faint echoes of her booming proclamation sounded through the street, reminders that ears still worked, while the eyes focused themselves and the descending streak of ruby.

Wait.

[color=00a651]"eheheh, uh oh."[/color] A hand, still benefitting from the blistering speed of a transformation, flashed up as she wiped away the crimson before it hit her eye. She'd heard that head wounds and scrapes bled a lot, but were they really that fast?! Sheesh! [color=00a651]"[i]scheiss[/i], that's gonna be annoying— So, yeah, good to meet you too, Aoife, Noel! I'm a little sad you finished it off so quick, fighting's fun and all, but it's probably for the best before more people got hurt."[/color]

The words tumbled out of her mouth, end over end and just a sight short of breathless as she valiantly fought to keep the show rolling in spite of the one-woman Three Stooges act that had found its way into her script. All the while, her hand remained pressed against the left side of her skull, applying pressure more than reacting to any real pain. After a moment's commiseration further, the assembled Ars Magi in the making began to walk back to the LZ.

"That... void that attacked us, it was stronger, right? Why do you think it showed up?" Chie asked to nobody in particular. "And..." she continued, "could an even stronger one have come out back there?"

[color=00a651]"Eh... Maybe. Didn't they say the Nox was spiking unexpectedly on the radio? There shoulda been only so much around to begin with, so..."[/color]

Bereft of the necessary technical know-how to find a proper conclusion, Selma arrived at a shrug, before cockily smirking.

[color=00a651]"Betcha if we [i]all[/i] jumped it we could still take 'im, though. Poor Rivka didn't even get to combo attack with me before this one bit it!"[/color]

She threw an arm around the pouty Russian's shoulder, consciously avoiding getting any blood on her cloudlike lilac curls or black-and-violet ensemble. Snickering, shooting a sly glance Crystal and Chie's way, the devilish [i]devushka[/i] beamed as her Cheeky Big Sister Energy came to the fore.

[color=00a651]"Doooooon't [i]pout[/i], [i]fraulein[/i]! We'll get the next one!"[/color]