[The helmet gives little bobs, little nods as Marinette responds so excitedly. It's a bit more than Celty is used to but it's refreshing to see someone so enthusiastic too.
Checking the distance between them, Celty holds out her hand palm down. Shadows stream from her sleeve and closes her grip on it as it forms into a pole. The blade of the scythe forms next, shiny and black, the whole of it as dark as shadow. The whole of it seems bigger than should be comfortable to wield but to Celty it seems as light as air as she strikes a stylish pose.]
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Checking the distance between them, Celty holds out her hand palm down. Shadows stream from her sleeve and closes her grip on it as it forms into a pole. The blade of the scythe forms next, shiny and black, the whole of it as dark as shadow. The whole of it seems bigger than should be comfortable to wield but to Celty it seems as light as air as she strikes a stylish pose.]