Unfortunately, no. Lucy can't feel all that magic.
She can feel Musashi's gentle grip around the back of her neck, fingertips tickling over her undercut. She can feel the warmth of the other woman, held close, sharing air. But none of that is magic, as far as she knows.
If her magic isn't working, Lucy guesses that might explain why her own cyberware isn't working either. Nobody on the train gets to use anything they have, maybe. She's still thinking about magic in fairly skeptical terms; the city is rife with it, but Lucy's been... willfully ignorant so far, not delving too deeply. Musashi's claim that she's been to different worlds and different timelines sounds too bizarre to be true, but there's nothing but confidence in her voice and expression.
"Maybe I like it when people bite," she hums, and feels her gut clench with a chill, the back of her throat tightening, grief poisonous on the tip of her tongue. She almost leaves then and there, but the Verve keeps her warm and loose enough that she slots in close, cheek to cheek with Musashi.
She breathes a little laugh, lips moving against Musashi's ear. "I can't tell if you're lying. Everything you're saying sounds too strange. But if you're telling the truth, I guess that's why you don't seem rattled by all this. You've already been to new worlds before."
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She can feel Musashi's gentle grip around the back of her neck, fingertips tickling over her undercut. She can feel the warmth of the other woman, held close, sharing air. But none of that is magic, as far as she knows.
If her magic isn't working, Lucy guesses that might explain why her own cyberware isn't working either. Nobody on the train gets to use anything they have, maybe. She's still thinking about magic in fairly skeptical terms; the city is rife with it, but Lucy's been... willfully ignorant so far, not delving too deeply. Musashi's claim that she's been to different worlds and different timelines sounds too bizarre to be true, but there's nothing but confidence in her voice and expression.
"Maybe I like it when people bite," she hums, and feels her gut clench with a chill, the back of her throat tightening, grief poisonous on the tip of her tongue. She almost leaves then and there, but the Verve keeps her warm and loose enough that she slots in close, cheek to cheek with Musashi.
She breathes a little laugh, lips moving against Musashi's ear. "I can't tell if you're lying. Everything you're saying sounds too strange. But if you're telling the truth, I guess that's why you don't seem rattled by all this. You've already been to new worlds before."