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Los Paraisos: Water Park
"Wait... rust? Is that...?" Trixie looked to Xandra's eyes, reaching out to touch it. What... what happened? To her arm? Why did she have this? How'd she get it like that? Was she...?
Mouth ajar, Trixie looked up to the metallurgist, just about ready to ask questions Xandra was surely already prepared to hear - that was, before Estelle started jumping up and down like nuts and asked her own set of probing questions. As the older even encouraged Trixie to react with enthusiasm alongside her, the prankster found herself merely gaping at Xandra's arm, still lost in wonder. Though the more Estelle screamed about all the fantastical probabilities of what Xandra's arm could do, the more Trixie imagined Xandra zapping bad guys with laser cannons and stuff.
She cocked her head, now lost in her own thoughts. That sounded so dangerous. Dangerously cool. And superhero-like.
But before she could ask Xandra to become a superhero with her, some random lady screamed and cursed at them from her tanning chair. Trixie jumped in surprise and immediately cowered behind the metallurgist, peeking out from just below her shoulder level to watch Estelle and this blue-haired angry chick square off.
Wait a second. Here come back the slew of slurs, enough to make Amy blush. Oh that's right, this girl is that one bad girl from that castle in that one place. Trixie took a deep breath. "Oh boy." She glanced around, pondering who she could pull along to intervene on the fight that was about to explode and get everyone kicked out from the park - but then Superbro and his crew came back! Yay!
Wait. Not yay! That chick just kicked Superbro into the pool!
And he just told Trixie like five minutes ago he couldn't swim!
"Wait, he can't swim!" she exclaimed, expecting her announcement to make the situation better.
And lo and behold, it actually had! As if summoned by Trixie's and Estelle's calls, a lifeguard dove in to save Don. Trixie watched with sparkles tinging in her eyes. Oh if only she had some popcorn!
In the meantime, Lisette glanced around confusedly. "Are we fighting now? Who are you?"
Hearing this, Trixie snapped out of her gaze and looked towards the archer. "She's a bad guy! Erp - well - was a bad guy. We totally pwned her n00b-butt back at the snowy castle place. Hey, Miss Bad Words, you're not still a bad guy, right?"
Like Lisette, Trixie initially too didn't think much of Don calling her "Little Sis." That term means he must like her, despite the way she abuses him - just like the prankster herself and Amy! But then she had another brain blast just then, recalling just what Mister Largo had debriefed the Pride on before they took on the castle. During the few seconds she actually paid attention to mission details, anyway. "Ohhhh, wait a second, now I remember. She's actually Superbro's little sister. Like actually sister-sister. Except littler. ... So you're not gonna try to kill us again, huh?"
Though Trixie wasn't sure if she was listening. The blue-haired girl was too busy being all gaga over Doctor Evil. Trixie snickered. She knew the Doctor could use the power of his good lucks to subdue any would-be enemies!
Los Paraisos: Beach
"Stop being shit? You're the one who forced me into this game!" Amy reeled back, somewhat offended by Moira's remark. She had acknowledged Aria's and Lucien's comments with a neutral half-smile, her face still burning red, but once again her lips quickly reverted into a scowl the second Syed crumpled to the floor and Moira followed up with her pep-talk.
Now crowds began to surround the game. Shit. Couldn't she just pull someone else into her spot and sneak off back to their umbrella?
Selan knocked the ball into the air, but instead of flying back over the net, it began to descend back into their own field. Hurtling down right towards Amy.
"Gods, not again. Why must you curse me!? I don't know how to do this...!"
The ball caved in on her. She could step aside, she could step aside and let someone else rush in to make the spike. But this time, instead of dodging the ball in its entirety a second time and probably earning another lecture from Moira the coach, Amy reached forward and... slapped the ball with all the force she could muster in a single movement. A loud smack! echoed from the force her palm exerted on the little ball, and... it soared back over the net.
Though her palm pulsed with red, her face glowed even redder. She continued staring at her hand, eyes completely off the ball and whatever the outcome of her "bump" was. Wait, that wasn't supposed to happen, was it? "...did I just...?"
