ELEVATOR SHAFT FREE-FALL.
1774, NOVEMBER 28th, MONDAY 2:23 am.
If one could describe Falcon's room in one color, it would be purple. It was a room padded with quilts, fabric, and giant plush animals. Sewing machines ranging from child-sized to giant were scattered about. Thimbles, pin cushes, and sewing needs littered the floor.
To Noche, the sight flood her heart with pain and remorse. So many sights which reminded her so much of Cherries. It made her already bad mood grow worse. She summoned her Omni-Oar.
Before any response was made to Falcon's inquiry, Noche swung. The dark blade extended mid-swing and sliced Falcon's face, but she disappeared into a sewing thimble-shaped portal before more damage could be done.
A second portal appeared not so far away. Falcon stepped out and for a split second was naked, but she created a new outfit so fast that nothing private could have been seen. She stood before the group wearing a simple Russian coat.
"Zomeone'z impatient," she chuckled.
Her laughter stopped when a drop of blood slid down her cheek and tainted the white coat with specks of red.
"What in zee world" She muttered. "My Augment — How?"
Noche strode forward, cracked her neck, and her eyes glowed a fierce gold. She raised her sword and a glint of yellow appeared near its golden anchor.
"Get out of my way," she said.
Falcon cross her arms and bobbed her head.
"Geet out ov mah way," she mocked.
Noche swung her sword again — Falcon threw up a portal. The blade extended into the dimensional vortex, the bird grinned, and the portal was closed.
A normal object could not enter Falcon's portal, which destroyed all non-organic substances. Even if it could, a normal object would have been severed from the cut in space-time, when such a portal closed while the item occupied two realms.
The Omni-Oar was not a normal object.
When the portal vanished, the dark blade maintained its original form as if it ignored entering the portal to begin with. The bird of death dodged to the side as the tar-black blade shot past her. She teleported to the left and created another pair of clothes over her naked skin. This time the outfit was more revealing.
Standing at five foot exact, Falcon wore a checkered skirt, corset made of ribbons, thigh-high black socks, ebony pasties in the shape of an X, and leather boots. Her silver hair held into two pigtails to accent her bangs and her horizontal, real, third eye.
Shaylin whistled lewdly.
"Now I zee, your zword — iz made of corruption? Oui?" Falcon smiled. "It ignores augment, and it ignores zee portals, becauze it erazez exiztence itzelf. Clozing a portal on it iz like clozing a portal on zomething that dozen't exizt — like an illuzion. Meaninglezz."
The blonde narrowed her eyes at the bird. She seemed so familiar, but Noche couldn't put her finger on it. One thing she was sure of was that it wasn't the sensation of Deja Vu. Regardless of where she saw this person before, Noche had to get past her.
Falcon's eyes narrowed and widened. She vanished into an interdimensional thimble. The bird of death appeared before Noche, placed her hand on the blonde's chin, and raised the blushing girl's head up.
"Iz zhat?"
Noche's face went tomato red as Falcon had yet to create any clothing. The shock was so much, it delayed Noche's reaction and gave the bird more than enough time to teleport away as the Omni-Oar came swinging up.
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