America gestures at the area, now showing no signs of magic, only (admittedly gorgeous) nature. "You create packages children would love and find attractive, then fill them with one of the most addictive substances known to man." Her lip does curl here, and she practically spits the word. "Sugar."
She's not petty enough to just annihilate everything here. Crush it with her own iron will. What would be the point? She doesn't deal in idle cruelties. As he moves off, though, she follows, and continues her speech. "Do you even care about what that does to juves who get hooked on that junk? And here you are, using magic to just... grow it out of the ground. You might as well have a factory to create the horrors you spread. What other term is there for a place like that?"
Her spiel is stopped short by the desolate landscape. She grunts. "Looks like the Cursed Earth, all right. That would fit with the nuclear hearts of those Go-Away Bombs we were briefed on." She could practically taste the radiation from home. America glances back at Bunny's faux warren, and bites her tongue. An oasis like that definitely stands out, but if that was an extension of him... Well, leaving it standing couldn't hurt too much.
Just how much control did she have, she wondered? America stretched out her arm, fingers splayed commandingly. "Bike. To me." And, almost like it was being built piece-by-piece, a massively oversized motorcycle built itself in front of her. She opens up the seat compartment and pulls out a pair of ponchos, tossing one towards the Easter Bunny. "Rad cloaks. Not sure I'm going to be able to stop thinking about radiation. We use these back home during Cursed Earth radstorms, and something physical to hold on to might help."
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She's not petty enough to just annihilate everything here. Crush it with her own iron will. What would be the point? She doesn't deal in idle cruelties. As he moves off, though, she follows, and continues her speech. "Do you even care about what that does to juves who get hooked on that junk? And here you are, using magic to just... grow it out of the ground. You might as well have a factory to create the horrors you spread. What other term is there for a place like that?"
Her spiel is stopped short by the desolate landscape. She grunts. "Looks like the Cursed Earth, all right. That would fit with the nuclear hearts of those Go-Away Bombs we were briefed on." She could practically taste the radiation from home. America glances back at Bunny's faux warren, and bites her tongue. An oasis like that definitely stands out, but if that was an extension of him... Well, leaving it standing couldn't hurt too much.
Just how much control did she have, she wondered? America stretched out her arm, fingers splayed commandingly. "Bike. To me." And, almost like it was being built piece-by-piece, a massively oversized motorcycle built itself in front of her. She opens up the seat compartment and pulls out a pair of ponchos, tossing one towards the Easter Bunny. "Rad cloaks. Not sure I'm going to be able to stop thinking about radiation. We use these back home during Cursed Earth radstorms, and something physical to hold on to might help."