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[@ShadowSunRisen]

Nyxia hadn’t been sitting for very long, before a blonde girl with a violin began playing a tune. The Neon Tempest had to admit that the girl was rather talented, although the piece didn’t really fit the somber mood she found herself in. [color=Aquamarine][i]What am I even [b]doing[/b] here?[/i][/color] she wondered, even as a blue-haired girl began what appeared to be an impromptu magic show. She didn’t know how to socialize with any of these girls, and, quite frankly, she didn’t particularly [i]want[/i] to. As the musical performance continued, Nyxia realized that, like herself, the elegantly attired musician had yet to return to her mundane form, a fact which allowed the girl’s instrument to continue playing in mid-air, even after she had begun wandering over to Nyxia’s table. When the girl sat down, poked her foot, and began her little spiel about trust, The Neon Tempest couldn’t help but sigh.

[color=Aquamarine]“I only trust two people,”[/color] she informed the girl in an icy tone. [color=Aquamarine]“One of them is right here,”[/color] she added, gently caressing her enormous weapon. [color=Aquamarine]“The other is [i]dead.[/i] As for our host’s motivations, it’s painfully obvious she’s just interested in trying to fuck everyone, like we’re characters in some fucking video game. Why the hell would I give even a single shit about someone so needy and pathetic?”[/color] she asked, her voice filled with contempt, along with a slight, but still perceptible amount of pain.

For a precious moment, Nyxia had hoped that maybe Oros, Suki, or whatever the hell she chose to call herself might have been different, but no. Like all the others, she merely saw Nyxia as something to be used, rather than as someone to be loved…

[color=Aquamarine][i]Fucking bitch…[/i][/color]