[The illusion Hibiki's been seeing shimmers out in a haze of red glimmer, a kind smile on her face. As it dissipates, it's Rhodonite's battered form left behind, slumped against the backdrop of a starry night sky, a little blood on her lips, a big bullet wound on her right side angry and red where her costume's been torn through. Hibiki can't have done this to her, that's not blunt force damage.
Lisa, for her part, hears the song before she sees the person singing it. She... relaxes, just a little. This is exactly the feeling she's used to from Hibiki, and it's comforting to know she never seems to change, no matter how screwed up the situation is. Hibiki's hands aren't for hurting, they're for helping. Lisa's bass... isn't for hurting, it's for protecting. She's sure been doing a lot of hurting with it lately, though. Maybe it's Hibiki she needs to be learning from. She could listen to this song all day.]
Believe in justice, and hold it tight, huh...
[She's rewarded with being proven right a moment later, and immediately after there's a rocket-propelled girl shooting toward her, face filled with worry. She can't stop her, let alone move out of the way, and she lets out a much softer, smaller sound of pain as the blonde missile collides with her and wraps her in a bear hug. She's all for this, aside from-]
T-too tight, Hibiki-chan. Easy. I- [She coughs again; she gets a hand up to keep blood from spattering onto Hibiki's costume.] I didn't think we could- ugh. Could get cracked ribs on this side.
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Lisa, for her part, hears the song before she sees the person singing it. She... relaxes, just a little. This is exactly the feeling she's used to from Hibiki, and it's comforting to know she never seems to change, no matter how screwed up the situation is. Hibiki's hands aren't for hurting, they're for helping. Lisa's bass... isn't for hurting, it's for protecting. She's sure been doing a lot of hurting with it lately, though. Maybe it's Hibiki she needs to be learning from. She could listen to this song all day.]
Believe in justice, and hold it tight, huh...
[She's rewarded with being proven right a moment later, and immediately after there's a rocket-propelled girl shooting toward her, face filled with worry. She can't stop her, let alone move out of the way, and she lets out a much softer, smaller sound of pain as the blonde missile collides with her and wraps her in a bear hug. She's all for this, aside from-]
T-too tight, Hibiki-chan. Easy. I- [She coughs again; she gets a hand up to keep blood from spattering onto Hibiki's costume.] I didn't think we could- ugh. Could get cracked ribs on this side.