Refreshing time for The Hair Magician commenced as she repetitively snapped her fingers, standing in front of the floating pinkish frame mirror. Prila moved her powder brush onto the spot below her left eye, wiping out the small dust on her face when she swiped it, dazzling a blinking sparkle.
She slid her brush to the spot near her lips and cleansed any microscopic dust lingering on it. The Hair Magician even loudened her snapping fingers the longer spent polishing her face, glistening round of sparkles on the below part of her skin. Her long twin ponytail also brimmed raised its pink flashes like a dawn sun, shimmering the majority part of her room with most of the interior being sleeved by the bright purplish furred wall and ceiling.
With her glancing at the reflection showing her cleaned face, The Hair Magician neatly put the brush to levitate beside her left eye and stopped her snapping fingers by tangling it on her thumb. A singular string on her hair began to lash down, summoning the tiny rosy cloud that lured her to rub it.
The Hair Magician's grip obtained the velvet-colored capsule-shaped lipstick, raising its neon-light brightness. She dropped her elated grin gazing at her reflection before humming, showing a little trace of dissatisfaction toward her dried lips. Priya swiftly placed her lips onto the lips, tracing the glaring velvet on the upper part.
The process was finished faster than a blink of an eye when she let go of the grip of the lipstick, encircling it with the pinkish mist that instantaneously painted her lips. Watching the velvet lips enter the reflection, The Hair Magician pleasantly closed her eyes and grabbed the capsule-shaped lipstick, rotating her land to the left and letting the hair of her right ponytail tangle the below part.
"To this day, you still obsess about perfecting your beauty, trophy girl," The voice of Gdark unexpectedly entered her ears as she gasped and in a hassle turned around.
She witnessed The Ace Duelist standing and resting his back on the wall, which showed several holographic square frames from up to down. Specifically, each square-frame projection revealed photos of her taking pictures by herself, colleagues, and innocent bystanders such as her male admirer.
"Oh Gdark, always find a good way to sneak into my room," The Hair Magician spoke blissfully.
"Sadly for you, I'm not naked like the last time," Prila teased, heading closer toward the unfazed Viscable.
The Ace Duelist burst out shaking laughter and countered, "Not going to lie, your body is much more appealing than the last time."
"Even better, you are now becoming a hot model for the lustful boy's needs from the information I gathered," The Ace Duelist said, sneaking his eyes to the photo in the center-left.
He darted to the holographic projection displaying the full-body picture of Prila seductively lying in the middle of a pale gray room, resting her head on her opened hand. Moreover, the photo clearly showed The Hair Magician only wore an alluring purple lingerie.
"Okay I admit I did become a model for those sorts of things," The Hair Magician professed, elatedly opening her smile. "I might do it to gain a good paycheck for my distant parent, but I did enjoy the attention from those boys."
"I see, at least you admit it," The Ace Duelist asked with a deep voice, pushing his resting back from the wall and walking closer toward his trophy girl.
"I knew those they could be overwhelmingly thirsty at me, but at the same time, it gave me an insight into how beautiful I am," Prila stated brazenly.
"Back to you again. If you are not so ambitious with your bizarre life goal, you already proposed to me when I turned 18, Gdark," The Hair Magician added, broadening her captivated grin toward The Ace Duelist.
At first, Viscable shook his head, a little bothersome burning through her mind, proudly crossing his arms. Eventually, the Ace Duelist shrugged it off and grabbed Prila on the chin, blurting out an enthralled giggle as he curiously glossed over his trophy girl's enticing smile.
"You're right," The Ace Duelist mumbled.
"I prioritize my life goal first!!" The Ace Duelist shouted, elevating his knuckle before he switched to pointing a finger toward Prila.
"So are you ready to prove whether you remained worth it to be my trophy girl?" Viscable asked, expanding his thrilled smirk under his mask.
A disgusted wince splashed into The Hair Magician when she darted her sight toward Viscable's fist, heaving a couple of hair strains. Afterward, Prila uncontrollably declared a burst of high-pitched giggles the longer spent eyeing The Ace Duelist who retrieved his finger.
"Seriously?" The Hair Magician was baffled. "Truthfully, it's only part of the reason."
"The main reason I'm so eager to challenge you is to see whether I could overcome your current power!!" Prila affirmed, shimmering the ghastly pink aura throughout both sides of her hair.
"Since you are eager to defeat me, let me make a deal. You interested?!" The Hair Magician proposed.
The Ace Duelist giggled and crossed his hands, "A deal you said? I'm interested."
"Tell me more," Viscable insisted calmly.
The Hair Magician gushed out a huge wave of hefty air from her throat, sprawling hundred line of hair above her and exposing her rigid glare. She pinned her sight to Viscable who spun around his black watch, clouding her sight with a secured emancipation at her potential foe's next act.
"The deal is when I win our duel, you have to remove your dark power and become the Triumph Makers members for the rest of your life unless you defeat me again!" The Hair Magician said with a blaring eagerness and resuming her statement.
"For further detail, you can only use your power whenever I was around, Gdark!!" The Hair Magician reaffirmed.
"Is this how you show your strong affection?" Viscable asked with an intrigued tone.
"Or this is how you wanted to see me?" Viscable guessed sternly.
"If you see me as a trophy girl, then I see you as a man who loves putting nonsensical burdens in his life," Prila countered."I understood you wanted to become stronger, but you're just torturing yourself Gdark for satisfying your ego."
"I don't like seeing the man I deeply love with turned into a slave of his obsession!!" Prila shouted, clutching her hand onto her beating chest and sprawling more lines of her hair like widespread vines.
The Ace Duelist thrummed as he spun around his head above, pondering with his trophy girl determination on facing me. Regardless, Viscable heaved his palms and resounded a high-pitched snigger, tapping the circular icon of his black watch. He also confidently upraised his watch to The Hair Magician's naked eye.
"I see you have a strong motivation to face me," The Ace Duelist praised, blistering the windy wave of bluish particles from his watch. "You truly intrigued."
"However, similar to Glasses Freak, you wanted me to give up my current path," Viscable bickered, boiling a deep incitement. "The only difference is your reasoning is more personal."
"I already trained this for 10 years, I didn't want to waste it," The Ace Duelist bittered, flickering the magenta flashes through the eyes of his mask. "Even the one I love demanded to change, I refuse!!"
More hundred particles broadcasted throughout the room when The Ace Duelist hoisted his forehand to the sky, forging the circling bluish barrier surrounding them. It alerted Prila to withdraw her sprawling hair especially with her capturing the glimpse of the barrier shrinking.
She gritted her annoyed teeth, folding her knuckle and shimmering the ghastly pink aura behind her, scanning at the barrier that became smaller with every second passed. The barrier even pulled the combatants closer, brimming the ascending bluish light wave beneath their feet.
"Let me make the deal much more fair!!" The Ace Duelist proclaimed firmly, raising his adamant finger to stare at the sky above.
"We are going to settle our incoming fight inside Parallel Freedom," Viscable announced pridefully.
Prila gasped and muttered, "Parallel Freedom?"
"Wait a minute, is this the same pocket dimension you used to face off with Azka-Lal?" Prila guessed, dropping her startling jaw.
The Ace Duelist nodded, "Correct,"
"Furthermore, I prefer to have our fight not being watched by the other Triumph Makers members," Viscable remarked, coughing briefly before he raised his voice as he continued. "We can be more focused on unleashing our strongest potential."
Prila giggled and uttered, "You're not wrong, Gdark."
"Alright then, I accepted your offer," Prila asserted.
Prila stretched her fingers and stated, "Because I've been keeping a couple of aces spells you would love to see."
"I couldn't wait to see it," The Ace Duelist replied. "To see whether you're still worthy to be claimed as my trophy girl!"
Prila grunted in flaring frustration igniting within her thought and yelled, "Consistent calling me that horrible name!!"
Prila and Viscable were swallowed by the uprising particles from below, allowing the barrier to detonate itself into a sinking wormhole. It dragged down the combatants into its dept, confirming they already entered the pocket dimension, The Parallel Freedom to settle their incoming match.
Therefore, the wormhole alongside the particles dissolved from the room, leaving no visible traces anymore. At last, the room regained the placid atmosphere after the Hair Magician and The Ace Duelist's presence spontaneously vanished too, blowing the chilling air across the room
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Two flocks of particles speedily arose from the depth of the elongated rectangular ground within The Parallel Freedom. The two particles gathered in opposing positions, constructing the bright blue humanoid figures. Then, the particles dispersed, materializing both Prila and Viscable simultaneously.
The Hair Magician gazed at her repeatedly rubbing her palms, exposing the look of amazement on her face. However, the time mesmerizing was cut shortly when every bluish light inside The Pocket Dimension transitioned into the glimmering violet flashes, giving a puzzling furrow on Prila's eyebrows.
Prila heedfully scanned her surroundings, noticing she was trapped inside the vast triangular arena with the glassy barrier blocking outside's access. She even rolled her eyes after capturing the colossal glossy surface projection of the pink-skinned woman holding the area by attaching her palm. Shimmering white light shone through the woman's triangular eyes, reflecting the starry objects on her skin
"Is the giant woman going to help you in the fight?" The Hair Magician asked, flinching her agitated lips.
"It only acts as a perfect decoration to test you," Viscable confirmed, crossing his hands and gliding backward.
"I can say your pocket dimension idea is amazing," Prila commented with a satisfied smirk before she blurted out a question. "But I have an important question regarding The Parallel Freedom."
"Is there any significant difference?' The Hair Magician let out another question.
The Ace Duelist heaved his palm and replied, "Yes, the exciting one of course, suitable for you breaking your limit!!"
"In free Parallel Freedom, everyone who dies in the battle will get restored whenever they return to the real world," The Ace Duelist explained. "For example, I decimate you here, your body will be brought back again once the match is over."
Prila hummed, "A pocket dimension that can revive whoever dies in the battle, seems interesting."
"This means both of us can land our deadly attacks!!" Prila startled, broadening her eyebrows.
The Ace Duelist giggled, "Obviously. It's also to match my preference in The Superhero World."
"Not killing the opponents, but giving them a near-death experience by my hand!" Viscable spoke avidly.
"Prove your worthiness!!" The Ace Duelist provoked, snowing a bothersome look on Prila's face and opening his palm to call forth the glassy shard on the left to attach to him magnetically.
Prila sneered, "Sure I am worthy enough for your impending defeat. Better be prepared for anything, Gdark."
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