Count Gensokyo
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- Star waved her hand to dismiss Marco's worries, "Oh come on, Marco. Stop Worrying!" Star pulled out a pair of scissors, "I still got these handy!" which she used to tear open a portal that led straight to her room in the castle.
Cynthia backed up a couple of steps, her mouth agape as Star snipped a hole through space and crafted a magical portal with ease. Doing something like that was only made possible by the power of Naga herself...or at least that’s what the big Lucina had told her when she asked.
Star looked over at the young knight and smiled at her, "Wanna go meet your past folks?"
“My past folks?” Cynthia parroted. Suddenly, the pegasus knight beamed with excitement.
“Yes, yes, yes! she chimed, bringing two balled-up fists to her chest.
The knight brought two fingers up to her lips and whistled a few times, calling her winged mount down to her position. She stroked the pegasus’ mane and grabbed it by the reins to guide it through.
“C’mon, Lovebirds, you’re finally going to see Sumia again!” she exclaimed. Cynthia wasted no time walking through the dimensional portal, beyond ready to see some familiar faces again.
Phantom Thief of Hearts - “Then, what’s it for?” she asked, not letting up on the questions. “And why were you going to pull it on me if it’s a fake? Could it be a gun filled with occult power?” The magic enthusiast theorized.
"I...Uh..." Minako was quickly running out of ideas, knowing that she might try and hurt her if she spills out the gun's true purpose. "It's more of a...Impulse, really..." She said, stalling a little longer as she then hears faint voices on her head. Distorted, but faint enough for her to hear them.
Could it be...?
Minako didn't know for sure, but she knew that the Evoker WOULD do something if she used it now, but...There's no reason to use it just yet. Maybe she could really end this peacefully.
Sumireko closed an eye and brought a finger to her cheek, mulling over the girl’s excuse.
“Well, I guess you can never be too careful when you’re out at night,” she observed as her arm noticeably relaxed. The vent pipe lowered, a pretty loud clunk resulting from it landing on the roof.
The most you could do in Japan was carry a model gun, anyway. If this girl’s fake gun just had a better-looking muzzle, she might have made Sumireko hesitate a little more.
“Ah, I meant to introduce myself sooner before you tried to threaten me with that trinket,” she commented as if scolding the other high-schooler.
“I'm Sumireko Usami, third-year student at Higashifukami High. A real-life psychic who silences crying children.”
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