Post by Yumi on May 16, 2020 9:36:00 GMT -4
That was... far from expected. But the effect was had. Watching her true self lean into her the clone's hope to be recognized grew for a moment, but the stunning act of their lips meeting truly shocked her system if only for a moment, her breath holding and whatever she had in place of a heart in her quirk formed body pausing if only to beat faster for a moment... and slowly fall into a relaxed rhythm. She wasn't strong enough to wrap her arms about the real Luzia, but her grasp fell from her shoulders to about her chest, clutching solely the fabric of her outfit and breathing slowly through her nose as they worked eachother's lips, her sharp pink gaze calmed immensely when they parted. A part of her was desperate for another taste. The part of her trying to mimic what Luzia might have saw herself to be but... whatever self consciousness this clone Luzia had pulled it back, laying there, knowing it was gonna be over soon.
"Heh... I... that sounds... nice."
Swallowing back her nerves for what was about to come the fake Luzia closed her eyes and shared in that final kiss, flickering open for a fleeting moment before closing again. A long slow breath as she tilted her head back..
And she was gone. The blade pierced her forehead, and a glossy sheen overtook the clone's whole form. Frozen in time for a second or so before cracks began to spread from the blade's point of impact, overtaking the fake's whole form until she shattered into tiny jewels of fleshy colored glass, and seemed to almost melt out of existance in the following seconds. Muramasa and Chesire waited for a moment. Giving Luzia silence as she absorbed the experience she'd just had. They shared a glance, and Chesire stepped forward first. He hadn't heard what Luzia had said or done in those last few moments... but he spoke with an odd tenderness. Tricking heroes into exposing themselves? All well and good. He felt no guilt... exposing someone's self just for the sake of... facing it? Even for someone as Deranged as Luzia he didn't take much pride in it.
"... Just to reiterate that wasn't a lie." He repeated from before, not meaning to insult her by hammering that home by any means... but... "Dosn't mean that's all there is to ya. Or that it can't change... but when you looked into the mirror that's what you thought of yourself... my quirk can't lie about that."
His tone tried to sound like it was trying to offer some sense of consolation yet his words still tried to hammer home the reality of what had happened, unsure if Luzia had accepted it yet.
"Heh... I... that sounds... nice."
Swallowing back her nerves for what was about to come the fake Luzia closed her eyes and shared in that final kiss, flickering open for a fleeting moment before closing again. A long slow breath as she tilted her head back..
And she was gone. The blade pierced her forehead, and a glossy sheen overtook the clone's whole form. Frozen in time for a second or so before cracks began to spread from the blade's point of impact, overtaking the fake's whole form until she shattered into tiny jewels of fleshy colored glass, and seemed to almost melt out of existance in the following seconds. Muramasa and Chesire waited for a moment. Giving Luzia silence as she absorbed the experience she'd just had. They shared a glance, and Chesire stepped forward first. He hadn't heard what Luzia had said or done in those last few moments... but he spoke with an odd tenderness. Tricking heroes into exposing themselves? All well and good. He felt no guilt... exposing someone's self just for the sake of... facing it? Even for someone as Deranged as Luzia he didn't take much pride in it.
"... Just to reiterate that wasn't a lie." He repeated from before, not meaning to insult her by hammering that home by any means... but... "Dosn't mean that's all there is to ya. Or that it can't change... but when you looked into the mirror that's what you thought of yourself... my quirk can't lie about that."
His tone tried to sound like it was trying to offer some sense of consolation yet his words still tried to hammer home the reality of what had happened, unsure if Luzia had accepted it yet.
