"I'm getting old." Felicity groaned, she closed her eyes and murmured a few words under her breath. Her eyes flared with a violet light. "Hey, kid!" She called to Popo, "You really need to get a boyfriend." She dropped her staff, it fell to the floor, its light still illuminating the room. "I mean, the make-up, really? And the cult?! It seems to just be a big cry of 'Notice me! Notice me!'." Felicity's voice turned mocking as she copied Popo's voice, distorting it to mock the girl. "You're pathetic."
A blade of fire, lightning and darkness appeared in Felicity's hand. She stood, looking like a vengeful god of the myths of the Dark Times.
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