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[sub][@Emeth][/sub][/center]
They fell, and yet they did not.

Even as illusions spoke otherwise, Nonsuch’s own body was inviolable. Her hair did not rise with a sudden drop. Her stomach did not churn at the sudden sensation. There were things true and false, and what was true had been carved into her flesh a long time ago, more certain than blood-inked parchments that became the foundation of human faiths. And in response to Evil Eye’s mania, all she did was place her index finger against her lips, the universal sign of silence.

It wouldn’t do good for Nonsuch, if Evil Eye let such a pacifistic impression of the paladin slip to the rest of the club. Both for her own reputation, as well as for the safety of the dark magical girls. It was always up in the air. She could always change her mind.

Darkness returned in time, seeping past the delusions embedded in crimson, specks of starlight peeking out and the silence of open air just as deafening as the roar of freefall. Evil Eye was allowed to say her piece, but both sides knew that neither would be truly convinced. In the end, the question was posed, a true question amongst the nonsense rhetoric.

And with a gaze like sunlight, like a deity looking down from above, Nonsuch answered, nomenclature shifting as if possessed by another.

[b]“Because when night turns white, Evil Eye, it would be useful for me that you and yours are capable of leaving a blot of ink on these pages.”[/b]

The dark fell, letting gravity take the reins.

The light stepped off too, and yet remained suspended even as her head was closer to the Earth than her feet. Attraction and repulsion remained, even as Heaven and Earth were reversed. That was the secret, after all, to raising what was destined by the world to fall.

All you had to do was change the laws that governed that world.

All it took was the wish of a single girl.