[TheSpatialWeeg]

Mari (Don't worry, you can not participate in this if you want!)

“Hey, Arle. Could you come with me to the stadium…? We need to talk.”

Amitie went ahead, not looking back to check if the other was following her. Immediately, something should stick out like a sore thumb to Arle. Mainly how Amitie looked and sounded...sad? Maybe also kinda...angry? What was going on with her? What happened to her cheerful friend…?

Well, whatever was the case, Amitie was now waiting in the Sunshine Stadium, waiting for Arle to show up. Oddly enough, the place was completely barren. Not a single ounce of life aside from her own. She was inwardly relieved at this, the least thing she wanted to do right now was to worry about putting a good show to an audience that could care less about the real reason she called Arle here. She drew a sharp breath as she took in the empty surroundings. (Feels like a backdrop for a final battle.) Amitie thought to herself. (Though I guess it makes sense...this just might be like a final battle. The final battle that decides...if my dreams really are reachable.)

As Arle would finally reach the arena, Amitie forced a small smile upon her face. “Heya. Nice to see you here.” She spoke, her voice and expression incredibly solemn. “The arena's pretty quiet today, huh?” Another look around the arena. “So...I know I said we needed to talk, but...I lied. I brought you here, Arle Nadja…” Amitie points her finger towards one of her mage friends, almost accusingly so. “...to challenge you to a duel. You and I are gonna fight, right here, right now!”

Amitie retracted her arm, but the solemn expression on her face never left. “You better take me seriously. I'm not holding back on this one. ...Unless you want to simply ignore me and my request and leave me hanging... (...like how you've been doing ever since we came to Li...)” Her tone of voice became ever-so-slightly more venomous. To be frank, she didn't really want to say it in that way, but her emotions were hard to keep a lid on. “So. What will it be...buddy?” She clenched her fists. Her use of that word...it felt forced.

Something was definitely weird about Amitie...but this time, the problem was rooted in something far, far more personal.

“We'll do it like this. We don't need to fight until we knock each other out. If you or I yield, the battle's over. Now, since there's no audience to please here, we might as well not worry about trying to look nice either.” The Puyo-capped girl explained. “Don't keep me waiting for that answer, girl~.”

(OK, so quick thing: As I stated...probably thrice here ICly, appeal rolls won't be factored in this match.)

[Mari]

"Oh... Sure! I'll be right--..." Arle awkwardly began, only to notice Amitie wasn't waiting for her. She fell silent, just kinda watching the door Amitie had left through in discomfort. Amitie may have thought Arle stupid, but she could already tell something was very wrong. It made her question who it was that had just walked through that door and spoken to her. The person inviting her in the arena had less in common with the Amitie she remembered than Amitwo. It made her sick with anxiety. She didn't know what to do. Should she go after Amitie, or warn her friends that something was wrong? A part of her reasoned that maybe Amitie just needed help with something. But why then hadn't Amitie just told her what was going on? The stadium wasn't private. Not by a long shot. "You cannot turn your back on a friend." a young woman's voice firmly stated. Arle looked up, but no one was there. ...Her Smash Spirits. Of course. "...No matter how many times we got into fights, you were always looking out for me when it mattered most." another young woman's voice added. Her calm tone helped ease Arle out of her mild panic. "Hey! You didn't turn your back on me neither!" a rather cocky boy's voice joined in. Was that really what he believed, after everything that happened between them? She supposed it wasn't entirely wrong. "Arle... help me. Please!" a familiar friend pleaded. Arle's anxiety shot right back up into the sky. She clutched her forehead in frustration, trying to focus her thoughts, when a man's voice thoughtfully interjected, followed by silence.

"A friend is not acting like themselves, you say. And this friend... means something to you?"

"...Best friend... She means a lot to me." Arle reluctantly replied.

"Hmm. ...There are two ways to deal with mystery, Arle." the man began, drawing Arle's attention further. Oh good, an actual suggestion.

...Not Long Later...

Arle arrived at the stadium, only to find that it was closed for the day. ...Amitie, what the hell? Why would she invite her here while the stadium was closed? She'd have to break in just to get inside. Arle softly sighed. Better try to avoid damaging the place. "Warp!" Arle incanted, ripping a hole in space-time. She then stepped through it, appearing on the arena floor. When was the last time she'd been here...? She couldn't remember. Amitie was waiting for her nearby. Arle approached Amitie and remained silent as she spoke. She didn't seem surprised at all when Amitie challenged her to a fight, and for a moment it seemed like she didn't intend to answer Amitie. The expression on her face was somber, full of something resembling... disappointment, maybe? Or was it guilt, burdened with the knowledge of what she was about to do? Amitie might get a distinct impression that somehow, Arle already knew why she was here. The man's words echoed in her head.

"There are two ways to deal with mystery..."

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"Uncover it, or eliminate it."

"...I don't plan on yielding. Do you?" Arle flatly asked, as if challenging Amitie to try and make her. Yet, there was something dismissive about her tone. Her eyes were full of resentment and anger, and her hands had formed into fists. Somehow, this didn't sound like playful banter. It sounded more like a death wish. Arle averted her eyes for a moment. "...Let's just do this." she added after a moment, crouching down slightly before performing a superhumanly high backflip through the air, landing a good twenty feet away and skidding to a stop. She stared at Amitie from where she stood for a moment, as if giving her a chance to prepare herself. And then... "Illusion!!" Arle incanted. Before Amitie's eyes, the stadium melted away and was replaced by ...This was the playground from Primp's Magic School, just as they both remembered it. Arle remembered visiting what felt like every day just to play with the other students. And one student in particular had always been the one she sought out more than anyone else...

Today, the playground was empty. It was just Arle and Amitie, facing off at opposite ends.

((Arle's illusion activated; She crits on natural 18+ for 3 turns))

"...Star Storm!!" Arle incanted, raising her arms into the air and calling down  shooting stars! They rained down from the sky, smaashing into the earth all around Amitie and threatening to explosively launch her with their impact force! UtYBPljlp_1d20+2 (Arle's Star Storm; Does 24% Damage)

Arle then cupped her hands together and tracked Amitie's movements. A brilliant light filled her palms. "Heaven's Ray!!" Arle incanted, thrusting her palms forward to direct a laser like blast of light with immense explosive power behind it. p_1d20+6 (Arle's Heaven's Ray; Does 26% Damage and has a 40% chance of afflicting healing suppression)

Arle 190/190 HP 60/60 Shield Illusion: 2 Turns Heaven's Ray CD: 3 Turns

1d20+2·1d20+6·1d20

[TheSpatialWeeg]

"......." Amitie's expression turned into a glare after Arle's response. "...Fine. A battle to the bitter end it is." she simply replied to the other as the illusion formed around them, The battlefield changed around them, to a place that they were more...familiar with. Was Arle...trying to play with her emotions? (First she decides to show off, now she's tryin' to aggravate me with this...?) A very light growl escaped the Puyo-capped girl, as she slid one foot behind her, her hands now emanating mana as she stared down the blue-clad mage. "Give me your worst."

wy67Kbxop_1d20+1

p_1d20+1 (Dodge rolls ahoy!)

p_1d100(She resisted the healing suppression tho, that's neat.)

And give her worst Arle apparently did, as Amitie was attacked by a furious storm of stars! ...which she dodged with no real effort. However, Arle's follow-up hit her on the mark, pushing the blonde a bit back as she winced from the hit she took. She grunted a bit, but she quickly bounced back, ready to retaliate. The mana flowing in her hands suddenly changed to a wind element...! "Cyclone...Whirl!!" Amitie chanted, swiping both of her hands horizontally as a small-scale cyclone was created, targeting Arle!

p_1d20+4 (Cyclone Whirl @ Arle. 15% damage!)

Following the small cyclone, Amitie began to create a bright pink heart in one hand, whilst the element in the other suddenly shifted to lightning. The creation of the heart was in an apparent rush, because as soon as the charge was finished, Amitie hurled it as fast as she could towards her friend/foe.

p_1d20+1 (Love Magic @ Arle. 18+1 = 19% damage!)

Then, soon after the haphazard throw of Love Magic, Amitie hoisted her other hand up, crackling with electricity. "Lightning Bolt!!" she chanted, and with a snap of her fingers, a thunder echoed throughout the illusionary battlefield, as a bolt quickly descended through the heavens to hit the auburn-haired girl.

p_1d20+4 (Lightning Bolt @ Arle. 30% damage, 40% chance of paralysis.)

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Amitie
129/155 HP
50 Shield
Lightning Bolt CD (4)

1d20+1·1d20+1·1d100·1d20+4·1d20+1·1d20+4

[Mari]

6pN5L8yCp_1d20+1 (Cyclone Whirl Dodge; Failure)
p_1d20+1 (Love Magic Dodge; Success)
p_1d20+1 (Lightning Bolt Dodge; Failure)

...For whatever reason, Arle just kinda froze up when Amitie attacked her. She cringed and recoiled and protected her face, but otherwise she just kinda stood there and just kinda took it, overwhelmed by the series of attacks by the look of it. She only managed to stumble out of the way of the heart, watching it in confusion as it soared on by. Huh..? Did she--Arle grimaced, but the lightning bolt promptly floored her as she was busy being confused, leaving her on her back. And then... she stood back up. She was singed from head to toe, and yet... she looked pretty unimpressed. "...Is that really the worst thing you can do to me?" Arle asked in a deadpan tone. "I could walk over there and eat you. Remember? You're literally below me in the food chain, and there isn't a thing you can do about it. That's how one-sided this battle is." Arle went on to remark,  shaking her head in disappointment. She didn't seem to remember that Amitie had received some training to put them on equal footing there, having been little at the time. Arle took a moment to pick up Carbuncle and set him aside. He'd just kinda shown up out of nowhere to watch the battle. The confused buncle looked between the two girls. Arle pat him on the head, offering him a light smile. "Don't get too close, okay? We'll be finished soon." she reassured, her demeanor changing rather abruptly to a cheerier Arle. ...And then she stood right back up and returned to looking at Amitie in disappointment. "...Well, guess it's my turn." Arle lamely remarked.

"Growth!!" Arle incanted, summoning nature magic from her time working with Viridi. Thorny vines burst from the earth all around Amitie, twisting and circling around her before promptly snapping tight around her body, their many thorns digging into her and pinning her arms to her sides. They then thrust the shorter girl to the grround and held her face to the dirt, tying her to the earth itself. p_1d20+4 (Arle's CRITICAL Growth; Does 45% Damage and also initiates a grapple.)

"...Healing!" Arle incanted, taking the opportunity to heal herself. She could take her sweet time getting over there, right? After all, where was Amitie going? What could she do pinned down like that? Eat dirt, perhaps? p_1d15+5 (Arle's Healing; Heals for 14%)

Arle began calmly making her way over, holding out her palm and conjuring a pink magical heart in it. ...But she seemed to struggle to form it. It wavered and came apart, dissipating. "...Huh? ...Thunder!!" Arle asked in confusion, only to quickly find a replacement incantion. She raised an arm and dropped it like a gavel in tandem with a lightning bolt dropping to the sky to smite Amitie where she laid. All the while, Arle was still approaching at a leisurely pace. p_1d20-1 (Arle's Thunder; Does 26% Damage. Has a 25% chance of paralysis and a 25% chance of burning.)

And then, she reached Amitie. Arle would instruct the vines binding her to turn her over so that she was on her back, looking up at Arle from her feet. "Speaking of paying you back..." she thoughtfully murmured, giving Amitie a testy look. She then turned about and floofing her skirt pre-emptively. She would not spare Amitie any embarassment by holding it down. A moment later, she hopped up and let herself fall booty first upon Amitie's face!

p_1d20-6 (Arle's Butt Slam; Does 12% damage and afflicts infatuation) [Due to overuse of actions, will only hit if Amitie was grappled by Growth]

Arle's skirt would fall like a curtain over Amitie, as if to hide her shame. The mage perched atop her then promptly crossed her legs, getting comfy with a little wiggle. "How's that feel~?" she asked in a taunting manner.

Arle 159/190 HP 60/60 Shield Illusion: 1 Turns Heaven's Ray CD: 2 Turns Growth CD: 2 Turns Healing CD: 2 Turns Butt Slam CD: 2 Turns

1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+4·1d15+5·1d20-1·1d20-6

[TheSpatialWeeg]

“...Have you been looking at a mirror recently?” Amitie simply asked in response to being called the ‘bottom of the food chain’. “And funny how you say it’s one-sided on your favor. Already getting ahead of yourself? Tsk, tsk. You were doing a nice job trying to anger me into making more blunders, buuuut you kinda screwed this one up.” Amitie shrugged.

smpZ8fONp_1d20+1(Growth 'dodge'.)
p_1d20(Grapple resistance.)

It was then that a mass of plants grabbed her, digging their thorns into her everything and making her eat dirt. Wow...that one...hurt. A lot. Still, she insisted on smirking and giggling. “Really...is that the best you can do?” she taunted, taking in the punishment from the bolt.

p_1d100(Paralysis resistance.)
p_1d20(Roll for duration.)
p_1d100(Burn resistance.)

She felt her legs get numb, but still, she didn’t give in. She wouldn’t give her satisfaction. She wouldn’t--
And then...she sat on her.
Amitie shivered. She knew this move. She knew what it would do to her. (No...nonono! I can’t let that happen! Not yet!! I....NEED...TO...!!)
Powering through the infatuation that was slowly but surely rising, Amitie channeled her fury for one do-or-die move...in hindsight, she had no idea she would actually find use for this move. Channeling a certain pink demon or demonic cookpot Arle may be slightly familiar with, Amitie suddenly started sucking Arle in…!!

(Amitie used Devour! Since Arle’s ‘grappling’ her with her butt, I assume it’s an autohit.)

Forcefully downing a conveniently downsized auburn-haired mage, Amitie gasped as she was let go of the vines. Seemed like Arle was knocked out of concentration long enough for her to be free. She grinned, taking in the sweet satisfaction of catharsis. “Actually...yeah, yeah, this feels good~ Cozy?” She taunted, simmering down. There wasn’t much she could now…

...and then the infatuation took its full form.

p_1d20(Con roll for duration again.)

Amitie began to feel conflicted. Well...more conflicted than before, really. The mixture of anger and forced infatuation was predictably making her feel a bit too much. She attempted to bottle the emotions, only to fail miserably and start bawling her eyes out. She sniffled, attempted to calm down, curled up, and then…

...she had reached her breaking point.

“WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A...A...A JERK TO ME?!” She yelled in-between the sobs. “Is that really how you feel about me…? That I’m just a weakling? A loser? ......You never really were my friend, were you...?” She questioned, unable to hide her feelings anymore. “You...you just took pity on me...and p-pretended to like me…” A loud, deep breath escaped her lips. “I...I just wanted to...I wanted to know if I could be a fantastic mage...j-just like you...people...people praise me all the time, but...I didn’t...I d-didn’t feel like it was genuine...like when they do the same to you...I-I j-just wanted to know by myself...if I had a chance...”

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Amitie
58/155 HP
50 Shield
Infatuated (6)

Paralyzed (5)

Lightning Bolt CD (3)

1d20+1·1d20·1d100·1d20·1d100·1d20

[Mari]

...Yeah that was fair. Arle supposed she'd walked right into that one. It was a lot harder to say mean things about someone...

When you had to lie

Soon enough though, Arle was perched atop her throne, paying little mind to what she'd said before. Something had to give, right? She knew she could take hits like this all night, but Amitie... She didn't know what she expected. Everything had been a haze of emotions since she'd arrived. She was so upset underneath her cool exterior that she hadn't been able to concentrate on love magic properly back there. A broken heart. How fitting...

"Hey, Arle. Could you come with me to the stadium…? We need to talk."

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"...Why am I a stranger to you?"

"You and I are gonna fight, right here, right now!"

SPOILER: Click to show

"...You're gonna betray me, just like the others. Right here. Right now."

"We don't need to fight until we knock each other out. If you or I yield, the battle's over."

SPOILER: Click to show

"...Do you think I'm stupid? You didn't invite me here to let me leave."

"Give me your worst."

SPOILER: Click to show

"...I don't want to lose you."

...What could have possibly turned Amitie against her? Something she'd done. Something she'd said. Or had she just changed and become something evil like Sonic? Arle didn't have too long to contemplate this, however, before she abruptly began to fall. ...Excuse you?! Her brain failed to process what was happening. She'd been sitting on Amitie, who was against the ground. How could she fall?? Before she could even finish making sense out of this, the world became cramped and humid around her. Suddenly, she could feel herself being squeezed into the shape of a ball and hugged against a larger girl's abdomen. ...Or at least she was larger now. No, wait... She was in another girl's abdomen. Arle's eyes widened in abject shock, only for one to shut closed as something icky got in them. A shiver ran through her. She began to wriggle and squirm against the walls of her prison, but only really managed to cause some rather goofy looking shifting of Amitie's belly. Amitie could feel Arle's hands gliding about in a searching manner, pushing slightly in various directions only to be denied each time. It really wasn't even painful, as her movements felt quite weak from in there. A taunting voice earned a sharp blush. When had Amitie learned to do that?? Arle was momentarily furious that she found herself in this familiar situation, right after she'd finished mocking Amitie of all times, when ... something unexpected happened. Amitie began to cry and shout at her. And boy, her voice sounded loud and bassy from inside her. It frankly scared Arle at first, and it certainly made her listen. ...But what she heard...didn't make sense. This wasn't about ... being--Oh no.

She'd made a terrible mistake.

By the time Amitie had finished, maybe she'd noticed that there was a distinct lack of struggling from inside her stomach anymore. Arle was just... laying against her, quietly considering what she'd done. Suddenly the fact that she'd been eaten wasn't such a big deal to her and she had other things she'd rather deal with first. After a few long moments, she hesitantly pressed her hand against the wall of Amitie's stomach. This time, her touch was more gentle. A little affectionate. "...I'm sorry." Arle's muffled voice replied. "You're not a loser... I just... ...I thought you changed. L-Like Sonic...  I thought you hated me... And it made me so upset I..." Arle began to breathlessly blurt out, only to take a moment to recompose herself before finishing. "...I'm really sorry for being such a jerk, Amitie. I was just... hurting... a lot... and I took it out on you. . . . The truth is, you mean a lot to me. I know we don't get to spend every day playing together like we used to, but... I miss that. And... ...I-...love y-you. Like a sister... Or maybe..." Arle explained, only to trail off at the end there rather timidly. snuggling a bit into Amitie. It was unclear whose comfort she was doing that for. Maybe both of them? A part of her was very scared Amitie wouldn't accept her apology. Somehow, her desire to fight back had vanished. Or maybe she just recognized Amitie had her in a rather vulnerable position. Either way, she was currently listening to Amitie's heartbeat. It helped her find her peace of mind.

Arle 159/190 HP 60/60 Shield Heaven's Ray CD: 1 Turns Growth CD: 1 Turns Healing CD: 1 Turns Butt Slam CD: 1 Turns Devoured

[TheSpatialWeeg]

Amitie's sobs and sniffles came to a stop as Arle placed a gentle hand on her belly instead of the initial violent approach. Then, Arle apologized, and explained her reason for acting the way she was back there. Amitie, having her head cleared out of that anger after that emotional outburst, was definitely willing to listen--...Oh. Ooooh. Ooooooooh. She done did a screw up, big time.

“Arle...I…” Amitie began, stammering, the urge to hug her friend hurting the blonde's feelings, seeing as the other was inside her stomach for the time being. Eventually, she settled on giving her a finger to hold to/embrace. That's the best she could do right now in terms of affection right now. “...I'm sorry too.” she started talking again, fighting back tears. “I didn't...I didn't want you to think that. I just wanted to make you take me more seriously…and...well, that w-went horribly, as you can see, h-hehe…” she continued. “I don't think I could ever hate you. You...you're my best friend. I...I admire you...! I think you're like, super cool!"

"I wouldn't...I would never trade my friendship with you for anything. I...I love you too. As a sister...o-or maybe like s-something else, t-too..." Amitie took a deep breath and shuddered a bit. Maybe it was the infatuation screwing with her head still, but...she couldn't help but feel a bit was...part of her own feelings? She wouldn't be able to know. Not now, anyway. Maybe she needed to let her head clear out more...who knew...

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Amitie
58/155 HP
50 Shield
Infatuated (5)
Paralyzed (4)
Lightning Bolt CD (2)

[Mari]

--...Amitie knew she could just wrap her arms around her belly and give it a little squeeze right? Ah well. Her stomach was doing a good job of hugging Arle as it were anyway. Arle seemed to appreciate the affection either way, lifting her head a bit as she felt a finger press into her from outside. She then shifted and Amitie could feel Arle's hand gliding along her tummy from within as she tried to grasp the offered finger. Her hand slipped and slid a little bit as she grasped at it, the inside walls a lot more slippery than the outside. One couldn't see how red Arle's face was between being eaten and feeling so helpless, but they could feel her wiggling a bit in cute frustration. Eventually, she seemed to get a weak grip on Amitie's finger. Arle's hand was smaller than usual and her grip was weak enough she could easily pull away, not helped by the fact that she couldn't really wrap her fingers around Amitie's. She was just creating two finger bumps around Amitie's and gently pinching her finger between them. Amitie could then feel Arle lean back against her from within, snuggling into her body and affectionately brushing her cheek against the back of Amitie's stomach. It felt as if she were sitting curled up in Amitie's lap with her head resting just underneath Amitie's bust. She seemed to be feeling extremely affectionate, considering where she was right now.

"H-Hey, no... I'm the one who came here all paranoid and upset and stuff. I wasn't thinking straight. I was awful to you. And when things got really heated, you put me in tummy time out to restrain me and keep me from hurting you, and then you forced me to listen to you. You handled things perfectly, and I... deserved all of this. ...Maybe my magic... hurts more. But that was... majorly weak of me. Thank goodness you were strong enough for the both of us.  ...And ... I'm really proud of you. ...For standing up to me." Arle gently reassured. Amitie could feel Arle gently petting her tummy with her free hand.

"...I bet Princess Peach would be really proud of you too. A-And Raffina. All of the sisterhood. You're a really good heroine. A-And... getting eaten--I mean.. b-beaten--feels a lot better than... f-flexing my power and beating you. ...I think I'd take you over all my magic any day." she very timidly added, doing her best to ignore that little slip of the tongue she made there. Thank goodness no one could see how red her face was. And then... she just started gushing over Amitie.  "Y-Y'know, girls don't wear shorts in my world. I always thought it was really cool how comfortable you were wearing them. Like, a part of me understands there's nothing wrong with it. But another part of me just can't bring myself to wear them myself, y'know? I get too self-conscious and I just can't get over it. In a way, I look up to you sometimes too! I mean you have such a pretty smile too! Like, you are so cute you melt hearts sometimes. ...Or that might... just be me being weird again. But I like it! And you have ... the coolest mom. Holy crud you're a princess! I thought I hit it big when I performed magic tricks for that party, but you made a kingdom cherish you so much they made you royalty. Do you know how rare that must be? I didn't even know you could become a princess that way! All I do to earn my fame is beat up creeps and try to not to be a butt and sometimes I screw up both of those things!" Arle finished in a humorous tone with a little giggle, idly tracing little hearts along Amitie's belly with her free hand without really realizing what she was doing, still grasping Amitie's finger in a clingy fashion.

Arle 159/190 HP 60/60 Shield Devoured

[TheSpatialWeeg]

“H-hey, I could've tried to act a bit more like...myself, I guess. Or, w-well, the part of me you're used to, anyway…” Amitie replied. She became silent after that - not only out of a lack of counterarguments, but...because she was listening to something she honestly never saw coming.

Arle Nadja, famous magician, one of the most powerful fighters on the Life Sphere, her source of both admiration and envy, one of her best friends...was gushing about her. Sure, it wasn’t really about magical talents but...still! She was gushing about HER! About how she wore shorts, even! It was refreshing and all so...dorky too!

Amitie giggled, blusing a bit. “...Y’know, Arle… I guess, at the end of the day, you taught me something very important. I’ve been selling myself short. I might not be the greatest mage ever, buuuut...I did so much cool stuff already!! I was too focused on my dream that...I didn’t really see them. You...opened up my eyes. So thanks~!”

There’s a small bit of comfortable silence before Amitie breaks it again. “...Muh, I don’t wanna fight anymore. Could we...settle on a draw and stop?”She asked, scratching her head in mild embarassment. The little heart-to-heart they just had sapped her will to fight Arle at this point. ...I mean, being infatuated also kinda accentuated it, but still, this was...mostly her feelings.

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Amitie
58/155 HP
50 Shield
Infatuated (4)
Paralyzed (3)
Lightning Bolt CD (1)

[Mari]

Arle froze up for a moment. ...Stop fighting? But--If they stopped fighting, how was she supposed to get out? Arle considered this for a moment. Amitie was asking her to submit. A myriad of very complicated feelings rushed through her head, and she became a bit flustered. Did she want this though? Did she really? Her silence lasted a good long moment with her getting increasingly flustered by the implications. After the moment passed, however, she realized she didn't have it in her heart to fight her way out of here. If she did, she wouldn't be sitting here panicking at the very idea. "...Iiii don't think anyone's going to believe you didn't win this one." Arle light-heartedly replied. "Though, I do feel like a winner! I mean, not in a literal sense. I'm... kinda getting owned just by being in here. Maybe you'll even absorb magic from me and get even stronger!" Arle added with a light-hearted giggle. "But like, ...maybe I didn't win win, but... now we're friends again right? So in a way, we both won. But like, I also don't want to take this victory away from you or anything." Arle continued, becoming a bit bashful as she had a heart to heart with Amitie. She was quiet for a moment, thinking about what she really wanted to say. "...D-Does it really... feel good? Having me in here?" Arle went on to ask, ever so timidly referencing what Amitie had said earlier.

Arle 159/190 HP 60/60 Shield Devoured

[TheSpatialWeeg]

“...Weeeeeeeeeell, if you’re this willing to give me the victory, then I’ll take it~” Amitie said with a giggle. After listening to Arle talk a bit more, she hummed a bit. “...Arle, you- you never really stopped being my friend. I know it didn’t sound like it when we started fighting, but...w-well, you know. Didn't think some stuff through.” She added, scratching the back of her neck. She didn’t think her awful plan to get Arle fighting full force bare any more repeated sentences. It was pretty embarrassing “Let’s get some ice cream and talk more about it in my room--” she'd begin, before being halted by an...unique question.

Now, wait just a sec. Juuuuust a second. That question sounded rather...suspicious. Why was Arle asking that? She sounded very flustered about it too. Amitie knew she wasn’t exactly the sharpest student in Primp, but this was too apparent for her to simply brush off as a simple question. Blushing awkwardly, Amitie pondered on what to do for a moment.

“I uh...I don’t think this is the best place to talk about stuff like this, e-even if we’re alone right now…” Amitie replied sheepishly, tapping her fingers. “L-let’s go to my room and talk more in private. Liddie won’t mind me asking her to go somewhere else, so we should be fine!” she spoke before beginning to walk back to the entrance, taking a deep breath. The battle was won, sure, but...was she still capable of becoming a wonderful magician?

...Eh, she can delve into this later. Right now, there were other matters that needed her attention.

((Amitie End Presence!))