[center][color=#FF0000]"[/color][color=#FF6600]K[/color][color=#FFCC00]n[/color][color=#CBFF00]o[/color][color=#65FF00]w[/color] [color=#00FF66]T[/color][color=#00FFCC]h[/color][color=#00CBFF]y[/color][color=#0065FF]s[/color][color=#0000FF]e[/color][color=#6500FF]l[/color][color=#CC00FF]f[/color][color=#FF00CB].[/color][color=#FF0065]"[/color] [url=https://youtu.be/uVIM4-Ank28][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b2f36-b799-72d6-8778-17c1f9c80bdf.webp[/img][/url] [color=#FF0000]A[/color][color=#FF5000]s[/color] [color=#FFF100]A[/color][color=#BBFF00]b[/color][color=#6BFF00]o[/color][color=#1AFF00]v[/color][color=#00FF35]e[/color][color=#00FF86],[/color] [color=#00D6FF]s[/color][color=#0086FF]o[/color] [color=#1A00FF]B[/color][color=#6B00FF]e[/color][color=#BB00FF]l[/color][color=#FF00F1]o[/color][color=#FF00A1]w[/color][color=#FF0050].[/color][/center][hr] Zassou blinked, not in surprise, but definitely in recognition. Once again she had realized that it was much harder to remember where people were without being able to sense the emotions coming from them. That's right, Haruna was untransformed. She suddenly stopped, a few steps away from the seat next to Misoka. While she was thinking if that made as much sense, Kiyo stopped herself from running over Zassou to make her rushed request. [color=00aeef]"Mm. I'll try. I haven't been able to sense anything with my magic today, though."[/color] At least, except for that spark from Tsubomi earlier. She blindly tried to reach out with her magic to start giving those with blue ribbons positive feelings, but without being able to target them by their present emotions, she couldn't seem to manage it. Zassou quickly raised her hand to try to focus further on those Kiyo had asked her to affect. If she couldn't grab them all at once, maybe one at a time? As she pointed to the nearest one, other than Misoka, she once more looked at her hand. [color=00aeef]"Too normal."[/color] Maybe a change of perspective would help? The apathetic magi held out her palm, to her view bringing a group of mundane students to rest on it. But even when she closed her fist, she couldn't find any evidence that their emotions had been changed. Something was nagging at her mind. If Tsubomi's Sweet Arm had been a scalpel, then even if it was warped now, was affecting many people at once the way it should be used? She supposed she'd have to try anyway, or it'd be too late. But first... Zassou turned to Haruna, her hand outstretched with the palm up as if asking her to take it. A second later, her hand closed, and Haruna felt Zassou's, [i]Tsubomi's[/i], magic wrap itself around her. The Light Girl would have just enough time to notice that she was feeling more clear-headed, more [i]calm[/i], before Acid Drop disappeared like a car on a stage. --- As soon as Tsubomi was airborne, her mind raced to find a way to fight back. [color=0072bc][i]Then how about a foot up your ass instead?[/i][/color] But the thought split its own way onto a side road as she was dropped and barely caught her balance. Soon enough, it replaced the wild flailings of ill intent being thrown Michi's direction by Tsubomi's subconscious with a new thought: 'The same goal?' And if that was so, why was she as angry as... well, herself up until this morning? [color=0072bc][i]Better question, how many times can I stab this girl before she bleeds out?[/i][/color] The goth girl before her continued her monologue without waiting for Tsubomi to try to find out. If she had been bodied for the past almost-year, she may have still had the instincts to lunge at the goat-girl. As it was, she simply stood there as she was talked down to further. Then she was gone, having heard the roles but not given time to think about them. --- [color=00aeef]"Mm."[/color] Acid Drop dutifully took the water bottle, looking over it as she rolled it in her hands. This all seemed familiar, but she played the role she was undoubtedly unsuited for and walked over to Tsubomi to pass off her liquid baton. For her part, the original identity recognized the bottle. At the same time that her eyes brought in the stimulus, her mind understood the 'setting' of the play. But things were too hazy for her to parse why the curtains were blue. Consciously, she knew that this mirrored a memory of hers, one that Zassou didn't share. Like all her old memories, before the weed had grown its roots inside her, they were [i]there[/i], things she could see like old half-burnt photographs. But at this point, this one was more ash than paper. She'd tried her best to salvage it, but charcoal rubbings didn't show the contents of the matte paper no matter how hard she pressed. Zassou stood still in front of her origin as the latter attempted to reminisce. She couldn't help but wonder what was taking her so long, why she was staring at the bottle for so long. At least she could understand the irony of that. She could also understand, to some level, what must have been going through her mind. After watching that performance, put on by such talented Miseria, she had a rough understanding of the last time Tsubomi had been in such a place. At least, she assumed that's what the backdrop implied. Did that mean that the goth girl had been in attendance? She didn't remember seeing her in the seating... Having glared a hole in the plastic, Tsubomi made up her mind. [i]Her[/i] mind. What a wonderful concept. She couldn't decide if that meant she should be glad that the girl in black seemed to be trying to help her remember something from it, or if she should be furious that she would imply she knew anything about it when its owner had so little of it left. After another few seconds, she had made her choice. [color=0072bc]"Sure, let's play along. Nobody here wants to watch, anyway."[/color]