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True to the reflexes of a seasoned warrior, Clorinde moves like a flash of lightning-- she raises an arm to deflect the blows with a pool noodle of her own, brandishing her water gun with the other. A split second passes, her breath comes to a standstill, and she fires in the moment that her body freezes.

The eye of a sharpshooter is unparalleled, and the stream of water strikes true; right between the eyes, undoubtedly a lethal shot were it anything else.

She was undefeated in the Court, after all. Losing a pool noodle battle simply wouldn't do.

"Hmph, this game wasn't made for those of us vertically challenged," she huffs, only half-joking. Regardless, she plays the first round easy, generating a pixelated, translucent stepstool beneath her feet to pull a lightweight brick from the row second to the top, the tower predictably standing stably. "Your move."

“Hm, seems it’s no trouble for you… and for me either, ehe~”

The arcade buzzed with neon light and electric chatter, the air alive with the beeps, pings, and triumphant chimes of high scores. Kafka leaned casually against an old console, a relic nobody played anymore, spinning a small cassette tape between her fingers. Nestled between blinking ceiling strips was a sprig of mistletoe, its presence almost absurd against the backdrop of clashing pixel art and laser noises.

She didn't have to wait long. Silver Wolf appeared from the labyrinth of games, the soft glow of a handheld console in her grip as she walked toward Kafka. Her focus was fixed on the screen, her fingers moving with precision as the faint sound of music and sound effects drifted from her device.

Kafka smirked, her voice cutting through the noise. "Tearing through another leaderboard?" She didn't wait for a response, tapping the side of the console beside her with a gloved finger. She held up the cassette, offering it with a casual grace. The label on the tape read, Punklorde Mentality. No explanation followed—Kafka didn't need to spell it out. She simply placed it in Silver Wolf's hand.

✧ ˖ @5point1 asked:

[FISHIES] can wolfie ride the manta ray underwater and go sightseeing 🥹

"Now then, hold on tight~"

Of course the spirit of origin is no regular marine animal, but it doesn't object to Elysia's ( gentle ) command. It descends beneath lapping waves without so much as a complaint, evidently unbothered by the difference in celestial and salt water seas.

To the girl that is her designated companion for this little venture, Ego offers only the warmest of smiles before they're plunged underwater.

Celestial or otherwise, the ocean is a beautiful thing. Here in particular it swells with vibrant life-- schools of crystal hued fish and networks of rainbow coral pattern a reef beneath them, the spirit's wide fins earning more than a few curious visitors.

A cloud of bubbles where Ego giggles, startling the fish that had begun to group around her. She tosses her company another look, then points ahead to where a few nosy jellyfish have begun drifting their way.

Saw you haven't been online in a couple days

Maybe some free gems will help

New character in the gacha, u should pull!

Pretty OP. I got her Supreme+ already

Want me to buy u one of the gem packs?

Now Caelus doesn't expect much whenever he hears or feels his phone go off-- he has had too many spam messages and group texts with gossipers (that he could care less about- but is only in said group due to someone else's request) to count. But, seeing a bold headline talking about a game he plays frequently catches his interest- plus it helps that it's preceded by a familiar face's icon and name.

It is true, he hadn't opened the game in a few days due to being a tad busy with commissions-- hey, how else was Caelus supposed to have money to toss at gacha? Plus he was also scolded about not having a balance of gaming and doing other hobbies, so that likely added an extra day onto his "vacation from his phone", as he called it.

Nothing stops the grin from taking over his face, a small bubble of excitement bouncing in his chest. He was finished with his tasks, so suuureeeelllyyy he could dive back in to gaming without being "in trouble", riggghhttttt?

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Galactic Baseball-er: Okay but how O.P. we talking? Because I only have as many pulls left as I have fingers on one hand- so they'd need to be worth my time and investment.

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