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■□■ʈɦɚ ǷʃʏɔɦȯǷɑʈɦɩɔ ɭɚɑɖəʁ ȯʄ ɧʊəɔȯ ɱʊɳɖȯ
It's Rock 'n' Roll if you scream out loud right?
Enough of that kind of {s**t}
Who cares about definitions?
Just wanna repaint the scenery
Mother grinned childishly as Angela expresssed her dislike for the nickname, not that the child cared- but it was oh so fun to do something the woman didn't like. the grin didn't disappear as Angela attacked, the gun in her hand swung up to defend her from the stupid petals- what kind of attack was flower-based anyway? It was so... Shinigami-esque. Mother wrinkled her nose at that thought, then smirked as Angela attenpted a point-blank attack. Stupid- she was a master of sonido.
Which, case in point, Sonido is what Mother used to get above Angela, grinning like, well, a madwoman. She did embody Madness for a reason. She aimed her gun at Angela's head, then spoke quietly. "Cañón del fuego." she murmured, watching as a massive fireball burst from the barrel of her gun. She hadn't put much energy into the blast, thought it was at the strength of about nine normal Cero. That was one of the weaker settings, however- if Mother atually put some effort into the attack, it could increase in power by more than tenfold.
"Dadadadadada." she mumbled gibberish now, blasting off some normal level attacks from her gun, aiming wildly, perhaps one would hit its mark if An-chan decided to dodge her Cañón.
Play the A chord on a night with nothing to do
Shred away on a triangle
Fingertips,
Change the world with some imagination
And the split second of an open second string