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[miraculls]

[ACTION; morning all around Mayfield]

[Sadly, Gamzee has not yet acquired his trademark face-paint, as the stores refuse to sell make-up to a boy and he's too stupid to lie about it being for his girlfriend. Kanaya had offered to buy it for him, but then she got panscrubbed and now she just giggles at him and tells him to stop joking when he

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[afternoon; 1/2]

[riastrad_ridire]

[Oh, it's that weird kid that lives down the street.]

[...Wearing a dress.]

[Well. He did seem to have a couple screws loose, so that wasn't too shocking. Lancer rested the crimson lance in his hand against his shoulder, approaching if only to ask just what the hell was up with this kid--]

[afternoon; itt nao is horrible to everyone she plays]

[riastrad_ridire]

[And then his lance disappeared.]

[His. Lance. The weapon given to him by Scathach, the cursed spear that inverted causality to strike its victim's heart before the blade even moved, Gae Bolg itself disa-fucking-ppeared in a flurry of cards and mIrAcLeS.]

What the hell did you do, give that back!

[miraculls]

[Sorry bro, it's going to be a few moments of rAiNbOwS before Gamzee even notices Lancer's there.]

Uhhhh...did you all up and lose something, bro?

[riastrad_ridire]

You just stole my Noble Phantasm! How the hell did you even do that with your...y'know, flashy thing!

I need that back, so do the flashy thing!

[miraculls]

[the blankest look ever]

Aww, bro, I don't even know what a Noble Pants motherfuckin' be. You sure I took it?

[riastrad_ridire]

'Phantasm', dammit! It's a lance, and it disappeared as soon as I walked over here with your...card thing!

...what the hell is that, anyway?!

[miraculls]

Hahaha, really? My buddy's got one of those motherfuckers, they be sweet as shit.

Ohhhh, you mean my miracle modus? Ain't it just one of the most beautiful things you did ever done lay your lookstubs on?

[riastrad_ridire]

[Knights don't go around punching innocents. Knights don't go around punching innocents. Keep breathing, count to ten, and keep telling yourself this, Lancer.]

It's fantastic. Give me back my lance.

[miraculls]

Whoops, did I all up and captchalogue it? My bad, bro. Just give me a sec to get my wicked prayer on.

[Claps his hands together and closes his eyes as the modus pops up again. Lancer might be able to spot a tiny picture of his lance jumping around in that chaos.]

[riastrad_ridire]

. . .

[Is it worth sticking his hand into a rainbow of mIrAcLeS and risking gods only know what?]

...What the hell is this thing?

[miraculls]

Just told you, bro, it be my miracle modus.

[opens his eyes a crack]

Uhhh...you got any special stardust on you, by the way? Ain't sure if this is gonna work without it.