[ . . . Mona stops. And for a moment, everything else does as well. ]
[ With a mumble of ' I can't believe I'm doing this', she snaps her fingers. The area around them seems to immediately glow and pulse /red/ . ]
It's not an act.
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[ A red-black energy surrounds the moth's hand as she grabs the front of Bash's uniform -- Forcing him down to her level with an unusual amount of strength. ]
I'm Buddy-Buddy for the camera. I don't know /what/ happened to you, and /frankly/, I don't think you'd care enough
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My problem-- MY PROBLEM?
MY PROBLEM HAS BEEN /YOU/ ACTING LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME! LIKE EVERYTHING WE WERE WAS- DUUST IN THE WIND!
MY /PROBLEM/ is YOU SUDDENLY BEING a DIFFERENT PERSON ENTIRELY! I'm SICK of it!
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[ The popstar waves away the assistants that were following her with a mumble of ' Five Minutes' . ]
[ Her glare points up to the much taller Pangolin, Arms crossed. The cheery smile that normally decorated her face was since replaced by a scowl.]
Make it quick.
[ The tension in the air as Bash stares down @phantcmpcpstar is.. suffocating.
To the point that anyone else in the building simply.. turns around if they see the two of them. ]
MO – NA. WE NEEDTA TALK.
What if .. we do a big event. Huuge thing circled around the fighters in the ring... another Major Tournament.