[Main] Pretty Pretty Slaughter

[SadistPoet]

July 5th, 2032

The residents of New York City were just winding down from their "Independence Day" celebrations. Despite living in strange times, the tradition never went away. Little did the people of New York that the day following Independence day would become blighted - July 5th, 2032 is when humanity learned that the Gheists were in-fact very real.

Although, before that horrible thing emerged out of the ocean, the day began normal enough. It was humid outside, and the temperature was slowly getting towards the hot side of things. Thankfully, the girls of the Pretty Protectors were all comfortably inside their massive tower complete with air-conditioning. They would all be doing their own things following a morning training session with Fuka. This morning they were assigned their squads, and then were subjected to brutal training drills to familiarize themselves with each-others ability sets. Many of the girls had been living together in Pretty Tower for at-least a few months, but Fuka always stressed that it was important to reinforce familiarity with your team.

SQUAD A

1.) Ophelia Evangeline Lamonia (Leader) .chxrryette.
2.) Liv Errington Dawnsx
3.) Khaliunaa Boyankim InsaneAsylum
4.) Lucia Megume dazzling
5.) Claire Westley Sacrosanctis
6.) Pamela Juana Delgado ElenaIsCool

SQUAD B

1.) Annie Brooks (Leader) Reis
2.) Celeste (Cleo) Donovan SilverBlack
3.) Lyudmila Zima Mion
4.) Aimi Minako Kitt
5.) May Meyer SadistPoet

To off-set the stress of training under a literal "living-weapon" it so happened that is was also payday. Francesca had not been around recently, but she left a little message for all the girls - along with 10,000$ dollars in cash. All of these messages were personalized, and were as followed.

Dear Ms. Errington,

I look forward to seeing all the clothes you make for your dolls. When I return, I will be sure to give you ample amounts of fabric so I can enjoy your craft.
Dawnsx
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Dear Ms. Megume

I have obtained quite the bounty of make-up, and look forward to sharing it with you!
dazzling
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Dear Ms. Minako

Your voice always enchants my ears. I have been listening to your music recently.
Kitt
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Dear Ms. Lamonia,

We will have tea when I visit.
.chxrryette.
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Dear Ms. Boyankim,

I have been keeping up with you via social media. Do try to keep the 'partying' to a minimum.
InsaneAsylum
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Dear Ms. Westley,

I request you give me a tarot reading when I return.
Sacrosanctis
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Dear Ms. Meyer

We need to talk.
SadistPoet
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Dear Ms. Zima and Donovan,

I know this is highly illegal, but would you two like to join me for wine and "smokes" when I return?
SilverBlack Mion
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Dear Ms. Brooks,

I recently discovered this thing called 'anime.' Do you know what that is?
Reis
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Dear Ms. Delgado

I look forward to your cooking again.
ElenaIsCool
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The day continued on as normal until exactly 12:06 P.M. and then power throughout New-York City died. Back-up power would come online within Pretty Tower, but it appeared all the staff members had went "off-line." A few individuals appeared to be not phased, but others began to slowly make their way downstairs. If questioned they will simply respond with something along the lines of, "I have to go see it." A transmission would then come over the building intercom, "All Pretty Protectors report to the lobby ASAP!" It was not a normal transmission, and instead a psychic one coming from the intercom meaning it was an order directly from Fuka. Fuka rarely ever preformed a transmission throughout the building, so it is advisable that they all assemble in the lobby quickly as possible.

If one of the girls looked out of the window, they might be able to spot a dark figure slowly rising out of the nearby ocean. It was not fully visible yet, but was making large ripples in the ocean. If they paused to focus, they could hear something in the back of their heads...

"Cease war! Embrace the future! Turn to the sky!"

 

[Mion]

Lyudmila Zima
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She shuffled to the right, jerking her head in the same direction in order to avoid the fist that cut through the air just over her left shoulder. Quickly she stepped back and formed a guard with her two forearms in order to block the knee that followed up on the combination, and then ducked down underneath the head kick that followed that. It was a drill that Lyudmila and her teacher had practiced over and over, by now she could block these strikes with her eyes closed but when they began each one had knocked the fight out of her.

Moments after the combination had finished she gave her teacher no time to recover, with her right arm she took hold of his shirt and swept his legs out from underneath him with a kick from her right foot. Controlling his fall she moved forward to pin him onto the ground and complete the take-down.

This morning had been another brutal drilling for herself and the other magical girls, or so these people had been calling them. But it isn't enough. She thought to herself. Although for Lyudmila nothing would ever be 'enough.' Everyday after the morning drills she would continue her own drilling until she was completely exhausted, and even then some days she would continue even after that. She exhaled heavily as she offered her teacher a hand and helped him back up to his feet.

Rurik Pavlichenko was his name, he had been acting as her Butler since they both arrived here but to Lyudmila he was more like a teacher, even an uncle. He had been the brother of her old teacher back in Siberia and it had been Rurik that Mr. Pavlichenko had introduced her to when encouraging her to pick up martial arts. He was supposed to be her role model, and for a time was. Rurik had also served alongside his brother in the EEC's military during WW3. It had been from him that she had heard of Mr. Pavlichenkos passing from.

"Good work Ly. Almost knocked the breath out of me there." He said, short of breath.

"Thank you... You resort to the same attacks too often though sir. If I didn't know any better I would say that it was on purpose." She said with a tone that implied that it was definitely true.

"Now come on Ly. There is such a thing as overdoing it." Rurik responded with concern.

"No... Not for us. We must do everything we can."

"Yes and everyone is. Look I know how you are but you can at least relax a bit here no? You aren't alone anymore, there are two whole teams of Magical Girls here all working towards the same goal."

Lyudmila scoffed in derision. "You are lying to yourself just as much as you are to me. I doubt even half of the people here are truly ready to carry out our actual purpose." She wandered towards the window as she shook her head. Gazing out the window it took her a few moments to realise what exactly it was that she was looking at. New York City yes, the place wasn't exactly new to her but she hadn't really settled in much either. Something felt off about this though. It wasn't until a flash of pain in her head was brought forth that she realised it.

"Nnnnkh." She grasped at her head with her right arm as her legs buckled from underneath her. There was a vision, she had seen it before. That thing, it was one of those. The end of the world.... Death of humanity.... Father... No...

She ground her teeth so hard that they might have shattered against each other. So now is the time? Lyudmila clenched her fists as she picked herself back up to her feet.

"Rurik...?" She turned around to see her teacher/butler struggling on his knees.

"Y-yeah Ly? What's up?" He had a knowing smile on his face as he struggled to get the words out. By the way his face was twitching in pain every few moments she knew that something was applying a great strain to him. Rurik was perhaps one of the only people in the world she truly trusted. But it seemed that he would not be leaving this room. He had been a reliable and amiable person from the moment she had met him. No matter how much she had acted up with him or lashed out against him he always had that same cool smile and friendly demeanor.

"Nothing it seems. Maybe you should get some rest no? Looks like the sparring wore you out more than me this time." Lyudmila tried to copy that smile of his from time to time but he had once told her that whenever she did it, it came off as frightening.

"All Pretty Protectors report to the lobby ASAP!!" Fuka's voice could be heard clearly over the intercom.

"Y-yeah... Sure... Nothing." Both of Rurik's legs had given up on him now.

"Sorry. But I am going to have to leave you here. I need to go. Now." Lyudmila spoke bluntly as she made her way to the door. "No worries Ly. I will just, meditate or something, ach." She did not look back but she could practically feel the grimace that had been displayed on Rurik's face there.

Everyone out there are probably fairing much worse right about now.

Lyudmila wasted no time, as soon as she left the room she had transformed into her magical girl form. No matter what. That thing dies today. She made her way to the lobby in order to meet up with the rest of her team as she made that vow to herself.

 

[Kitt]

"Cease war! Embrace the future! Turn to the sky!"
| AIMI MINAKO |

Prior to this moment, Aimi Minako had been filming a new video for her channel, attempting to promote her new single. The note that her new guardian, Francesca, had left her reinvigorated her desire to create music. However, she now rarely had time to do so. Despite her new role as a member of the Pretty Protectors, it was nearly impossible for her fan base to accept that she no longer had as much time to dedicate to them. Thus, here she was, nervously explaining that while she had a new song out (now streamable on all platforms!), she would now be required to spend much less time interacting with her fans. Aimi was just about to finish editing this video when the voice made itself present in the back of her head; the same voice she had heard before.

The same voice which had signaled the end of humanity, and the end of the Earth.

Fear coursed through her mind as another announcement burst through; "All Pretty Protectors, report to the lobby ASAP!" At this announcement, there was only one thought that managed to get through the incessant chanting of the Gheist; "This is it." In a panic, Aimi stumbled to her window, firmly planting herself on the edge, just to see a massive, black monolith rising from the nearby ocean. The Gheist.

Stop freaking out, Aimi! Get it together. It's time to go. Untying her unruly black hair, she shut her eyes tightly, allowing her transformation to begin. There was no time to waste.
Aimi's mutation, a wide set of horns, extend to wrap around her head. Her typical uniform, a pink cardigan, white school girl shirt, and matching plaid skirt, burst into a poofy pink dress, with a bow on her hip and pink cape trailing behind her shoulders. With a jump, Aimi's shoes transform in to a matching set of kitten heels, which allow her to remain cute while still being able to have high mobility. Aimi smoothed out the dress, and looked out the window once more. She didn't have time to be scared. She hardly had the time to run into the stairs. It was now or never.

Bolting down the stairs, Aimi manifested her microphone. If anyone was deeply affected by the whispers of the Gheist, she was going to stop them. One way or another.

While Aimi is still breathing, the timeline of the past would never happen again.

Never.

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[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo" ​

interacted ➜ Aimi "Akuma" Kitt mentioned ➜ Khaliunaa "Princess Peril" InsaneAsylum location ➜ Lobby
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Luce sat at the clean white desk in her room, tapping a fluffy makeup brush against a blush palette rhythmically. Looking up at the shiny mirror in front of her, she grinned and lifted the brush to her cheekbones. Clicking her tongue behind the smile she flicked pink blush onto each cheek, giving her pale skin a more lively look. Setting the brush down over the palette with a dainty click she looked in the glinting mirror. She still was adjusting to how clean it was. The girl had often joked around with her butler about how much he must shine that mirror. Contemplating each detail carefully, Luce frowned and picked up the pinkish tube of lip gloss and dabbed some more on. Popping her lips and smiling contentedly, she leaped up from the plush bench tucked under the desk and twirled.

Her black skirt fluttered in the mirror before settling back into its normal pleats. Brushing down her white shirt and tucking in the edges, Luce slipped her feet into some black flats. The outfit was unusually preppy for her, but hey, it still looked good. Tucking a piece of short black hair behind her ear, Luce spun her earring nervously. She strode over to the edge of her bed and settled into the plush covers. As nice as everything was, a small piece of displeasure had wedged its way into her throat during the past few months; Her happiness felt almost cartoonish, and in way all she was to everyone else was a cartoon. One of those girls in pink skirts with pigtails in that god-forsaken anime-- Luce almost gagged just thinking about it.

She pulled out her phone, the small star charm dangling down from the case. Tapping it on, she bit her lip when she looked up in the corner. 1%?! Luce leapt up and pulled out one of the pale pink baskets from under her bed. Digging through it, her frustration grew when her hands came up with various cords but no phone charger. Fuck, where'd I put it this time?! She was never organized and the cord basket had been a recurring figure in her nightmares during her time in the Pretty Tower.

Kicking the basket angrily back under the bed, she hopped over to the other side of the room, phone in hand. Spotting the phone charger plugged into the wall by her bed, she slid down by it with a small "Yes!". Picking up the cute bunny figure she had attached to the cord she fumbled, trying to no avail to stick the plug into her phone. After several mumbled curses and fails, she finally got it in. Her eyes narrowed when her phone didn't immediately light up.

Tapping the on button impatiently, she groaned and kicked her leg against the floor when her phone flashed the "dead" screen. Hey, at least it says it's charging.Almost right after her thought, the charging symbol disappeared from the screen. Are you fucking joking?! She tossed her phone down on the ground. Luce had jumped to the conclusion that her phone was just broken again, but the lights flickering on and off told her otherwise. She looked up in confusion.

But the lights quickly turned back on and her phone let out the charging sound, much to the girl's delight. "Woohooo!" She said, practically pumping her fist into the air. Luce chalked it up as a simple power mishap and started scrolling through her phone happily.

"All Pretty Protectors report to the lobby ASAP!"

Luce jumped, her phone dropping out of her hand and falling from the charger. A wave of mild panic washed over her and she rubbed her arms to calm the goosebumps quickly rising across them. Trying to ignore the looming possibilities of a fight, Luce dashed over to the other side of her room and rang the small golden bell dangling from the wall. A few seconds later, her butler walked into her room. The girl realized with a note of fear that he wasn't wearing his glasses, which was odd for the prim man.

"Cameron, I need your help." She said with a pout.

"Of course, Lucia." He said plainly, keeping a straight face. "Would you like me to oversee your transformation again?"

Luce's face lit up and she pinched his cheek. "Yes, you're so smart! Tell me honestly how it looks." Taking a deep breath, Luce closed her eyes and imagined. In reality, she was just standing still, but to anyone who saw her, she was floating and shrouded in pearlescent sparkles. Her illusion spun around before touching down lightly on the ground. "Haaaaaaaaaalo!" She said in a bright and sweet voice, her dress skirt swishing around her ankles as her wings spread out above her head. By the time the illusion was over, Luce had truly transformed. Drawing her wings back in and breaking the illusion she rubbed her eye and sighed. "Ugh, too flashy again, isn't it?"

Cameron, giving her a slight smile, shook his head. "No, not at all, Lucia. I quite liked it this time." Luce shot him a smile even though she felt he was lying. Patting his shoulder, she turned towards the door.

"Thanks, Cameron. I should be going now."Opening the door, Luce ran down the empty hall. Not bothering to wait for the elevator, she skipped down the stairs until she reached the main lobby. A small twinge of disappointment rang when the girl realized that she wouldn't get to wear the outfit she had so carefully prepared. Brushing down the gold sleeves of her dress self-consciously, Luce again spread her wings out above her head. They glowed a pearly white and seemed to almost glitch in and out as if they were a hologram.

Stepping into the center of the lobby, she saw one other girl looking sour. She recognized her. Was it.. Una? Luce wasn't good with names and hers was.. a bit odd. She had only seen her in passing but most of the time she seemed to be unhappy with something. This time was no different, the girl's mouth turned into a sour scowl. Looking away, Luce saw another girl across the lobby. This one she had seen a bit more and seemed a bit friendlier, so she walked over. Isn't she one of the celebrities? I can't even remember which ones they are now.. "Hey, Aimi." She said with a polite wave. "How are you?"

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela Juana Delgado

Cleaning was one of the things Pamela liked to do, other than cooking. It made her focused, enjoyed the wave of satisfaction when a dirty surface shone after she was done and helped her express her anger at the germs after wiping them off the face of the Earth. Cleaning was also a part of cooking, since the tiny little germs and dust particles could get into the food and make the customers sick. The thought sickness made her sweep with more intensity and energy. She had enough sick people in her life.

Pamela's cleaning fantasies were cut short by the arrival of her maid, Suzanne. The rather tall blonde woman was holding a paper of some sort with an envelope filled with what, Pamela didn't know

"It's for you, Miss Delgado"

The silky voice of her maid was received with glare blazing through green eyes. Pamela, with an annoyed look on her face, gestured the lady to bring the paper. The Mexican read the very small note with her eyes and smiled. She knew her cooking was good, but she felt a tingle of Pride and satisfaction. Francesca was like the mother who wasn't dead and she felt that same surge of pride when her mamá would tell her she did a good job.

"Suzanne, can you ready up the ingredients, please? I'm going to make Arroz Paella!"

Pamela's cooking plans were cut short by the sound of one of the things she dreaded the most. The sound that made shivers go down her spine and produce intense anger at the same time. The sound of the very reason she left her restaurant, her papà and her brothers and came here. The sound of death.

"Cease war! Embrace the future! Turn to the sky!"

Pamela let go of the broom and clutched her head, gritting her teeth. The tall figure of Suzanne and her worried voice was one of the only things she saw. She wasn't even recovering when another darn voice blasted through her head

"All Pretty Protectors report to the lobby ASAP!!"

Fuka's voice wasn't doing any good either. Pamela snapped out of it and concentrated. She could feel the energy and magic flow through her, and she let it. She felt how her sweater and shorts turned into a pink and frilly dress with a pink bandanna adorn her neck, followed by a white apron with a smiley face on the pocket. The warmth of her stockings enveloped her legs and her sandals changed into pink boots. She also felt her hair, once in a braid, being pulled into pigtails and a small but cute chef's hat got went popped on her head. The feel of the handle of a familliar weapon completed the transformation.

"Pan Pan!"

The now honey-brown eyed girl dashed out of the room and started to make her way downstairs, part of her somewhat sad that she didn't finish cleaning the kitchen, even if it was already clean with her previous work. Pan Pan took a deep breath. All of the training they did for the past few months would have to come up. She hoped that the others were at least almost as ready as she was.







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[Dawnsx]

Spoiler: Jerod

Cheeky and just a little rude, but a softie down inside. Arguably one of Liv’s most loyal marionettes. He cares immensely about Liv, and by extension her friends and family as well, but doesn’t show his affection well.

Spoiler: Winston

”-and can you believe the gall of that girl? What’s her face, uh... Nina? Luna?”

”Mm, Una?” Liv replied, only listening with half an ear as one of her lovely sweethearts, Jerod, rattled off on their morning training session with Miss Fuka. She would never say it aloud, but he was created a few years ago, and perhaps one of her favorites. But if she told him that, she would no doubt blab about it to the others. No need to create drama among her sweethearts. She picked him up gingerly from her desk, turned him around so that his bare back was facing her, then set him down again. It was a bit of a hassle, but Liv developed a routine of checking her sweethearts for damage every time she had to bring them to train with her. She loved her fellow magical girls, she really did, but sometimes they can be so rough when it comes to handling delicate items.

“Right, Una! Think she can act all high and mighty to those other girls. She calls herself, what, Princess Peril, was it? Peril to the team is more like it!” Jerod continued, shaking his fist in the air like a grumpy old man.

Liv giggled. How adorable.

”Oh, calm down, would you? Una isn’t that bad at all. I find her to be quite charming in her own way.”

“Of course you would,” Jerod grumbled.

A knock sounded from her bedroom door as she began to help Jerod put his clothes back on.

“Come in,” Liv called with a lilt in her voice.

Opening the door, her butler Winston walked in. Liv was very surprised to learn at first that all of the girls would get their personal butlers or maids, but she quickly grew accustomed and rather fond of Winston’s quiet but reliable presence. Such a serious man though.

“Miss Liv,” Winston said, holding out a piece of paper and an envelope. “From Miss Turner.”

Liv took the items and smiled, “Thank you.”

She carefully tucked the envelope- filled with money, no doubt- into one of the drawers of her desk. Part of the money would be used for her craft, but the majority of her pay always went to her father. Once the money was secure, she lifted the piece of paper and smiled fondly as she read the message.

“Cheer up Jerod. Miss Francesca promised us more fabric when she’s back. Wouldn’t you like some new clothes?” Liv asked, setting the paper down in front of Jerod.

He glanced down at the messages and crossed his arms. “You always say that, but you just end up using the fabric for other-“

Whatever complaints Jerod voiced went unheard as a voice cut through Liv’s head.

“Cease war! Embrace the future! Turn to the sky!”

She blinked in surprise and looked down when she felt a tiny hand on her arm. Jerod was looking worriedly up at her.

“You okay there? You just checked out all of a sudden,” he said.

”Oh, yes. Just fine,”she said distractedly as she rose to her feet. Whatever that voice was, it just couldn’t be good. It would be wise to notify Miss Fuka. She turned to head out of her bedroom, only to gasp in surprise when she spotted Winston holding his head and leaning against the doorframe.

”Winston!”Liv rushed to her butler and helped him settle down on the floor. His eyes were screwed shut, and he was taking deep, steadying breaths.

“I’m fine, Miss Liv...” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Nonsense! Just hold on, I’ll get you some-“

”All Pretty Protectors report to the lobby ASAP!”

“Oh no,” Liv groaned. What would she do about Winston?

“Please, go ahead,” Winston said, head lolling back to rest against the wall. “I’ll be fine.”

“He’s right, Liv. We best go, before boss lady gets us in trouble,” Jerod said, grunting with effort as he climbed up her back, wrapping his arms around her neck securely.

Liv chewed on her lips before nodding unsurely, ”Alright, but we’ll be back soon Winston. Promise.”

Before leaving, she quickly grabbed a large messenger bag and tucked two more of her sweethearts in, just in case there was trouble to be dealt with, then triggered her transformation for good measure. Once that was done, she hurried out the door and made her way to the lobby, Jerod riding on her back.

There were already a few people there, and thankfully Liv was not the last to arrive.

She nodded politely at Lyudmila- she wasn’t one for idle chit chat, it seemed, and Liv wasn’t about to push her buttons when she already looked on edge. Instead, she turned to Luce and Aimi with a wide smile.

”Hello to both of you,” Liv greeted, linking arms with Luce and snuggling up to her side. Such a sweet girl, Liv learned through the few months spent with the her.

“What’s up, sweet cheeks?” Jerod grinned. Liv reached up and flicked his head in admonition, earning her a dismayed cry.

”Don’t speak like that, it’s rude,”Liv chided. She turned to Aimi. The girl was just as lovely as Luce, but she looked a little stressed today. ”My, is everything alright?”

 

[.chxrryette.]

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Despite the harsh exercises the magical girls were subjected to, Ophelia felt rather fulfilled after it all. This was, of course, not unusual for the young girl of 18 years since she redirected her frustration into a more optimistic outlook.

“This helps me in the long run.”

“I will be stronger for future battles”

All of these thoughts remain the reason as to why Ophelia kept pushing herself during these practice battles. They presented themselves when she had the occasional asthma attack during the magical girls’ physical conditioning. In a way, they were her own cheerleaders.

Ophelia sighed gently, grabbing a soft towel on her way out of the training area to wrap around her neck. She might as well return to her lovely room; Ophelia figured Sierie was awaiting with a delicious cup of chamomile tea ready for her.

“Good day, M’Lady. How was practice?” That familiar, delicate voice spoke once Ophelia entered her own private room (one that she designates her sanctuary). Sierie inclined her head in greeting and maintained a faint smile on her lips, gesturing towards the tea set that was located on a mahogany table. “Good day, Sierie. Practice went on as normal. You know how Ms. Fuka prioritizes exceptional strength and endurance more than anything.” Ophelia replied, sitting down on one of the cushioned seats next to the table. Sierie poured her a cup of tea and placed two lumps of sugar within the liquid. “I understand, however, I do understand from Lady Fuka’s point of view as well. The most principal ways of training comprise of the ones that heighten your senses and enable you to exert your full potential when in the face of danger.”

Ophelia listened attentively, nodding once or twice while sipping her sweetened tea. She, too, understood. Survival is paramount during these days of civil turmoil, especially for magical girls. If only her asthma wasn’t impairing her as much as it is now.

☾☾ ☽☽

“Cease war! Embrace the future! Turn to the sky!”

No…

Ophelia immediately stood up upon hearing those fateful words; it was the same one that lead to the imminent apocalypse. As luck would have it, she was positioned directly adjacent to the massive window that allowed for natural light to enter her room. It did not take her long for her purple gaze to lock onto the massive… creature that was emerging from the deep waters.

No…

Ophelia couldn’t believe it. In fact, it showed immensely once she dropped her tea cup, spraying the hardwood floor with shatters of decorative glass. Sierie had also witnessed the voice at the back of her head; she looked on to Ophelia with evident anxiety. “My lady. You have spoken of this phenomenon before… could it possibly be—”

Her maid was soon enough interrupted once the speakers came on signalling for all magical girls to report downstairs. Ophelia did not waste a second before hurrying to the door. “Sierie, I apologize for causing such a mess but I do believe this situation is very dire. Please excuse me.” And with that, she left, leaving the door cracked open. Sierie could hear her footsteps increasing with speed down the hallway.

It was time to really prove her worth and finally protect the citizens of the city. It was time to take her place as a true magical girl and aid her fellow girls in battle. It was time…

That she risks her life for the greater good.

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[Sacrosanctis]

A satisfied sigh escaped Claire Westley's lips as she pulled her sweet milkshake from her mouth. Her moist skin prickled with the sensation of fresh AC after a hot shower as she leaned back in her soft chair in front of her bright monitor, her young teen body covered solely by a wet towel. She paused the video she was watching after she heard the movement of the door to her room followed by the tapping of footsteps, and she allowed the coolness of her drink to seep into her hand as she lowered it towards her desk.

"Hello, Miss Ellie! You came a lot faster than I expected, as usual. You brought me a change of clothes, right?"

She turned to face the maid, who had light blonde hair and bright, emerald green eyes. Her lips were curled into a seemingly permanent smile.

Spoiler: Eleanor

The maid carried a small bundle of clothes with her. "I've told you countless times to call me Eleanor. You can also drop the 'miss' part—no need to be so formal, darling."

"But you're a maid, aren't you? It doesn't sound right at all unless I add the 'miss' part too...besides, your full name sounds too long, and 'Ellie' is a lot easier to pronounce. Blame your parents instead of blaming me.~"

Eleanor gave an exasperated sigh before returning to her default state of cheerfulness. "Anywho, I brought the change of clothes you wanted. It's a rather cute outfit, so I think it'll look good on you!"

Claire smiled in response—"That's good."—only to pout immediately afterwards. "I still can't believe that Francesca left a whole ten thousand dollars. I mean, what am I even supposed to do with so much money? Isn't stuff like that wasted on me?"

"Most people would be happy to receive such a gift! Remember to thank Francesca later on."

"Yeah, but that's not even the worst part! The worst part is that she asked me to give her a Tarot card reading. I love Tarot, but I'm still not totally confident with giving people readings. All I've done is do stuff for my friends at school, and even then it was fine if I just made things up once in a while. This is making me nervous, I'll have to study extra hard—" The budding magical girl cut herself off with a small wince of pain before nervously glancing towards her monitor. The paused video on the screen was a guide on how to successfully use Tarot cards.

"Darling, I'm sure you'll do fine! You have a lot of knowledge about Tarot cards, right? I'm sure Francesca doesn't know a thing about them, so you can make up whatever you want and she won't notice." She said that last part with a wink.

Claire leaned back into her chair and turned her head upside down, giving her best "puppy eyes" look to her maid. "My body is sore all over from training with Fuka! Like, seriously, that was brutal. Do you mind giving a girl a massage? I'll share a sip of my milkshake!"

"I'm here to serve, darling. All the better if I'm getting something out of it, too." Eleanor stepped forward as her hands drifted towards Claire's shoulders. Her slender fingers made only a millimeter's worth of contact with her skin before Claire released a melodramatic "NNNNNGH!" sound.

Tears touched the corners of her eyes as Claire wrapped her arms around the maid. "That hurt so much, I thought I'd die! Why'd you do something so mean?! I'm so sorry for bribing you..."

Eleanor gently stroked Claire's freshly scented hair in consolation. "There, there. Now try to decide if you're being accusatory or apologetic towards me, okay dear?"

Before the girl could respond, all of the lights suddenly cut off, leaving the two girls in relative darkness. The girl immediately jumped from the maid's grasp as she made an involuntary "UWAAAH!" sound. Also, the sudden action caused her towel to come undone and drape across her chair, prompting Eleanor to avert her gaze.

Claire struck a pose, holding her right hand on her hip and gesturing with her left hand, all while stark naked. "Please don't panic Miss Ellie!"

"I'm not the one panicking, darling. And you should probably consider grabbing some underwear..."

"But I think I know how to deal with this situation!" With that, Claire made a beeline for the light switch and began incessantly flicking it on and off. During this process, she cried out as though she were charging up for a special attack or something.

"I don't think shouting will help the situation at all! Hey, what happened to your body being sore and sluggish from training? Also, playing with lights like that is a fire hazard, so you should probably stop!"

"Don't be dramatic! There's absolutely no way a fire could start from something like this!...I think. Wait, could it?" Just as she let go of the light switch for the sake of making a contemplative gesture, the lights of Claire's room and computer screen suddenly flared back into life. The eccentric girl directed a beaming smile towards her maid. "Look, my technique worked! That makes me happy...Miss Ellie?"

For the first time, the corners of Eleanor's lips were not twisted in the shape of a bemused smile. Her eyes were glazed, and she had a distant expression as she stared in Claire's direction. Rather than seeming as though she were looking at her, it felt as though the maid could see directly through her. The bundle of clothes she had been carrying dropped to the floor as her arms went limp by her sides.

Claire wrapped her hands and arms around her nether regions for the sake of modesty, her body squirming uncomfortably. "U-umm, please don't look at me while I'm naked. I mean, I guess you can if you really, truly want to..."

A smile touched Eleanor's lips, but its previous warmth was replaced by hollowness. Her voice held no emotion as she spoke, "My apologies, I believe there's something important that I must do. Goodbye."

Claire was shocked by her cold words. Her mouth flailed as she tried to stop the maid, but she walked at a brisk pace and exited the room before she could utter a word. The sound of a rare transmission from Fuka pulled Claire from her trance, and the sense of urgency in the message caused a pit of anxiety to swell in her gut as she pulled on her clothes. A flash of light changed her into her magical girl form as she left for the lobby, her trepidation slowly turning to despair as an incessant voice rang in the back of her mind.

 

[Kitt]

interaction: dazzling Dawnsx (+ all others in the room)
| AKUMA |

"Hey, how are you?" Aimi, now in her magical form, looked up nervously to Luce. "I-" She started, before being cut off by her own nerves.
You're not fine. Don't lie. Don't lie. You know what you are.
You're scared.
scaredscaredscaredscaredscaredscared-
"..fine, haha! Just a little nervous..." Aimi returned to smoothing off her dress, trying to avoid making eye contact with Luce. She'd been training for months, waiting for this moment. She had convinced herself she was ready. But the call..! The call of that godforsaken creature, calling and calling and calling and calling and... A sudden realization washed over Aimi, causing her to whip her phone out and open her camera. She frantically clicked on her mic, and began speaking into it, recording a video intended for her fans, for anyone who may see it: "Please, please! If you hear any sort of voice in your mind... Please ignore it! It's absolutely imperative you do so! Please... keep on living! No matter what you hear it say, keep on resisti-"
"My, is everything alright?"
Aimi hit the stop button instinctively, and turned her microphone off. "Ah, yeah... I'm just... sending out a message, haha.." She waved her mic nervously. "I'm not sure if it will work over my phone, but, um..." Her tone became more serious. "I-I have to try, right?" Aimi began to upload the unedited video and shoved her phone back into her pocket. One of the things that she loved about the tower was how fast the internet was. She said a small prayer, hoping that her theory was right. If it wasn't, she would have to prepare for what she would have to do in the coming... however long they even had.

"H-hey, guys. You know what this m-means...right? What we have to do?"​

 

[SadistPoet]

Fuka 'LW2' Zhao

Fuka had her doubts that this day would ever come. Sure, 'weird things' have happened in the world before, and not to mention Fuka was one of those 'weird things.' But the carried message from all these "Magical Girls" about giant robots eating all life seemed a little far-fetched to even a living-weapon. Fuka did not have time, nor care to comprehend that she was wrong, and instead did exactly what she was trained to do. Francesca had given her specific orders concerning a "Gheist" outbreak. If there were multiple Gheists, then they would utilize one of Francesca's many private jets to get closer to the nearest Gheist and eliminate it. This would continue until they finally eliminated all the Gheists, or died trying.

Thankfully, Fuka and company had something 'good' for them. As far as Fuka could tell from her contacts, and news sources, the only active Gheist at the moment was in New York City. Fuka scanned over the girls who had made it down. The tower was very large, so it was understandable that they could not all make it down at once. Fuka looked around seeing a few staff members fumble out of the elevator and stairs. They had a dazed look in their eyes. Then Fuka looked over to Akuma who had just recorded a video and then made a remark, "H-hey, guys. You know what this m-means...right? What we have to do?"

Fuka acted quickly rushing over to Akuma's side firmly grabbing her by her shoulders, "Quick, take this transmitter and tell everyone in the building to resist the transmission." Fuka, with much aggression, shoved a transmitter that was connected to the buildings intercom system before rushing off to the staff members about to make there way outside.

Swiftly, Fuka darted between four staff members just at the front door, and all of them seemingly fell over with one touch on their backs. It appeared that she was making good use of her paralyzing energy blast. Fuka shouted in Akuma's direction, her voice transmitting directly to her mind full of command, "DO IT!"

Kitt

 

[InsaneAsylum]

Khaliunaa Bayanbold​

"Lady Una, you look so beautiful! You're like a golden goddess! ... Can you tilt your head to the side a little though? No, the other side. There you go, now relax your shoulders. Stay like that! Yes, yes, bursting with confidence as usual! Are you sure you're fourteen babe?"

A tall woman with thigh length pink hair tied up in a ponytail held an expensive camera up to her face. She wore a stereotypical maid's outfit, which fitted to her body quite well. Her skin was light, soft, and unblemished as if she never faced any hardships in her life at all. At first glance you wouldn't be able to tell that the maid was actually a well trained soldier who worked for Francesca prior to being the fourteen year-old girl's servant. Fortunately Emerie didn't mind. It was a lot more relaxing life than she had been living before. Helping Una with her amateur modeling helped her feel like she was back in her earlier twenties again, and not approaching thirty at an alarming rate.

The sound of camera clicks resounded throughout the sparsely populated lobby. Una knew that taking pictures at this point of the day was perfect being undisturbed. Girls were either recovering from training, or doing their own things elsewhere. This made for a quiet tower full of beautiful places just begging for Una to pose in front of. Of course, if Una wasn't out taking pictures, she would probably be in front of her computer at this time looking for new ways to do her make-up or shopping online. Emerie was always helping her with these things. Hell, the woman was probably Una's favorite person in the tower. Everyone else was either boring, weird, or a bitch.

Una suddenly realized she had been holding the pose for a long time. Her body was incredibly sore, and she could feel her legs shaking a little beneath her. Training her magical powers was never something that could be done casually.

"Take the picture already you idiot! I'm tired you know!"

Emerie apologized quickly. "I'm sorry Lady Una, I just looking at the pictures I just took and was admiring how beautiful you look. We should shower together after tomorrow's training session!" Emerie suggested this with an innocent smile and a quiet laugh as she stood up straight and pointed the camera back at Una to take more pictures. Una had already showered and such after the workout, but she had changed into another pair of workout clothes to take pictures in. She liked wearing workout clothes because she could show off her developing muscles easily. If she wasn't a magical girl Una would probably be playing basketball or volleyball at her high-school. Una may have been awkward after her insane growth spurt but she stayed in shape to try and make up for it.

Una couldn't stop her cheeks from turning a little red at the suggestion even though she knew the maid was just kidding. Jokes like that always rubbed Una the wrong way, at least when coming from her. Emerie's flirtation were always a lot more serious when directed at some of the older magical girls in the tower. Una was starting to think that she wasn't joking when she tried to convince Liv, Lucia, or Ophelia to go out on dates and spend the night together.

Suddenly, everything went dark. Una put a hand on the wall to stop herself from nearly falling over at the sudden loss of vision.

"What's going on Em?" Una asked her maid in confusion. This had never happened before, and Una didn't appreciate it starting now of all times.

"I don't know, power must have went out." Emerie answered nonchalantly. But even though Emerie's wasn't worried Una was a little concerned. Normally the power for such an important building wouldn't go out all of a sudden without something really major going on. Una could only think that the power plan had gone down or something.

A few moments later the lights came back on. Una looked to her right and saw Emerie loading her handgun.

"Woah, woah, what're you doing Emerie is there something going on?" Una asked, now even more confused. Emerie didn't answer.

"All pretty protectors report to the lobby ASAP!"

Una let out an audible groan as the psychic voice of Fuka forced its way into her brain. She had still wanted to go to a few more spots to take pictures today, but now there was some sort of emergency? The day was ruined and it wasn't even lunch time yet. Now the only thing to do was complain to Emerie. With an annoyed scowl on her face, Una turned to start making her displeasure known to her pink headed servant. "Emerie can't this kind of stuff happen when I'm bored? Plus I'm already a little tired from training so I know the other girls are probably exhausted!" Una said this just now realizing that other magical girls, Fuka, and some staff members had entered the lobby.

Emerie's eyes were wide with fear. "You don't hear that voice?" At that moment the phrase that signified the end began bellowing in Una's head. Una brought her hands to her head. The voice was so loud in her head! Her skull throbbed as the voice faded away. Una could feel a headache coming on now, as the visions from her nightmare came back to her. Back then she had assumed that it was just some terrible nightmare, but in truth it was real. It was happening. It was really happening! Emerie once again apologized to Una. "I have to go for now. If you and your squad need support contact me right away." Emerie didn't wait for a response, and took off running towards the stairs. Una watched her go and clenched her fists. She took a deep breath and relaxed her body. As she exhaled, determination filled her body. If the gheists looked anything like she saw in the vision from back then, she could very well die today.

"That's a gheist doing that right?" Una asked out loud to no one in particular. "I can handle one just fine, so let's take care of this thing already! I'm assuming that's what we're gathering to do now anyway." With that said Una slipped her phone out of waistband and turned the camera onto herself. Her eyes scanned over the screen, making sure that her make-up was in top shape. It was acceptable, but it didn't matter since her magical form seemed to come with its own makeup anyway. Next she examined her hair. It was tied up in a tight bun, and didn't appear to be coming loose any time soon. That too would be changed when she decided to transform. Satisfied with her appearance she approached other magical girls in the lobby with a smile on her face instead of her previous scowl. "Let's take a few selfies before this all starts getting intense shall we? This is an important moment after all."

 

[SilverBlack]

Cleo Donovan

Back when she was in the gang, she had thought that she is powerful. The power of explosions--the ability to cause massive, bomb-like destructions. Her gang would view her as a great source of strength and one of the best allies to have. She herself had thought she is strong, even having that prideful, naive idea crossing her mind that she is stronger than everyone else.

Joining as one of the Pretty Protectors erased that mindset of hers as quickly as an explosion itself. Within these few months that she had spent with other magical girls, it would be false to say that she’s not astounded by the different kinds of abilities and powers that existed out there. The power to speak with the dead and utilize their souls, the ability to create all kinds of damage or advantages just by using some tarot cards. The other girl who could manipulate parts of her body and was well-trained, much more well-trained, in combat than her. And ah, that one girl with the ability to summon a giant robot suit with such destructive powers and defense way more powerful than her own mini explosions. And there’s a lot more.

Cleo came to a conclusion that she’s weak after all. The training session each morning is a constant reminder of so. This realization didn’t really shock her, though. Admittedly and simple enough like any common sense, there are always stronger people in this world. The only thing you ought to do to make sure you’re on their level is to improve and become stronger yourself.

Or so were the thoughts Cleo was thinking as she lay on the bed in her room, watching the thin trail of white smoke wiggling into the air from the tip of her cigarette that’s dangling by her mouth.

A knock on the door pulled her briefly back to reality. The girl sat up to the edge of the bed, allowing her grayish-white hair to trail down her shoulder. She didn’t bother saying “come in,” for the male opened the door and stepped in himself without much wait. However, she did give some type of response. A flick of her finger, and suddenly a small, tiny white light burst right by the male’s buttocks, who flinched before his expression quickly returned to normal.

“Oh? Did you get used to it?” Cleo blinked, a small smirk rose to her lips as she looked toward her butler, Rey, who simply smiled back, his eyes narrowed beneath his shaded glasses.

“Ha, never. I have just the mental preparation since you always want to bomb my buttocks,” he responded quite professionally.

“I see. Next time I’ll try somewhere else then,” she inhaled again the toxic nicotine from the cigarette before exhaling the gray trails of smoke. The room was a smell of burning mint and tobacco.

Then another mini burst of white light exploded right between the legs of the butler, who admittedly let out a gasp and cursed. He furrowed his eyebrows as Cleo burst into laughter, and the edge of his mouth was twitching as he tried to force himself back to a smile. He was nearly crouching as he spoke, “Cleo! Getting way too comfortable around me, huh.”

“Oh, come on, Rey, you know I do these things.”

“For fuck’s sake, look at Liv and Winston having an actual healthy, lovely butler-master relationship and then there’s us,” Rey was fortunate enough to have quite the high pain tolerance. He still complained, though. After hissing a bit, he stood up straight again and let out a sigh. “Maybe we can be like that too? A bit? Maybe a first step could be to stop bombing my ass?”

“Haha, but you have funny reactions, especially when you always try to look so cool,” Cleo chuckled. She stood up, stretched her arm a bit, before letting out a sigh. “Thanks for making me feel comfortable here though, Rey.”

“Thank Franscesca for making me your butler for you to fuck around with, you mean,” the male sighed, but had a dry laugh on nonetheless when he heard Cleo’s expression of gratitude.

“She’s interesting, won’t mind drinking some wine with her every now and then,” agreeing with what her butler’s saying, Cleo gave the slightest nod as she recalled the message that Turner had left behind. Usually, she doesn’t like big, wealthy corporations--more like she didn’t trust them for it reminded her of the multiple corruptions they hid underneath. But perhaps, she would give Turner a chance. She began walking to the door.

Rey blinked. “You’re leaving? But I’m here to share with you May’s old song that I found last night.”

“May? You know I dislike Ma--”

At that moment, in the middle of their casual conversation, a force seemed to seep through the girl’s body and she shuddered, and a powerful, loud voice rang into her head. It sent with it an atmosphere of fear and gloom, and immediately caused her to remember the vision she once saw just months ago.

“Cease war! Embrace the future! Turn to the sky!”

It was a bad omen, and Cleo was quick to realize what this means. She ran back to her room and to the window, where, at the center of the nearby ocean, a black, gigantic figure was starting to make its way out. Cleo’s eyes widened. She clicked her tongue. She knew things may be bound to happen, but it’d always appeared a bit unrealistic until today. Behind her, Rey had his eyebrows furrowed tightly, one hand clutched to his head as his face cringed in pain.

“Rey, you alright?” Registering the graveness of the situation, Cleo’s expression was stern. She heard the announcement reaching her ear, the call for all magical girls to come to the lobby.

“I’m fine, not gonna let this shit get into my brain. Just go, Cleo."

Cleo knelt there with one hand on her butler’s back, staring into his eyes briefly. Rey responded by giving her a dirty smirk, as if he should be none of her concerns right now. She remembered something he told her when they first met awhile back, something he said as he stole a cigarette from her to smoke himself.

"I know you joined the corporation not exactly because you want to save the world, but I don’t think you want the world to end yet either. Plus, beating up some monsters' ass sounds thrilling, doesn't it?"

The girl ended up sighing, then, and that would be her only response before she stood up, quietly complying to what her butler wanted as she opened the door and left. Her pace quickened when she dashed down the hallway and down the stairs. In the process, white light beamed from her body--she glowed--emitting out brief rays of light, before she could be seen again, transformed into a magical girl.

There’s Aimi, Liv, Ophelia that she saw dashing past her, Aimi...Lucia...Pamela...Lyudmila...The girl observed everyone present before noting down the rest that are still absent. She didn’t rush, taking her time to go downstairs to reach the main lobby, then settled down next to the cloaked figure, or Lyudmila’s transformation.

“Yo,” despite the anxiety, there was also a sense of excitement bubbling up to her. An awareness of danger but also a lust for thrills. She greeted the girl next to her, her golden eyes seemed to glow in excitement. At the same time, her attention drifted from girl to girl, and mindlessly ended on the couple of other magical girls on the other side as Liv linked arms with Luce and greeting the nervous-looking Aimi, who seemed to have recorded a video warning her fans. At that moment, their commander, Fuka, had ordered Aimi--or Akuma, to transmit the message for everyone to resist transmission. The atmosphere had gone tense, however, the appearance of Una budging in, being her little pride self and wanting to take a selfie with everyone did cease the tenseness for just one tiny bit.

“Looks like I’m a bit late,” Cleo noted in the end, seeing how every thing had already started to happen by the time she got here. "Sorry in advance about that."

--

Spoiler: Rey's Appearance

--
Interacted with: Lyud Mion
Noticed: everyone else ​

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pan Pan

The blood on Pamela's veins were boiling with energy like boiling water with eggs. It was time to get serious. She noticed most of the other Magical Girls were here. One of the few famous ones was sending a warning of some sort? Aimi was it? Her message was cut short by the entrance of Liv andher small puppet companion, to her annoyance. Fuka's entrance was quick, and she said had a few words with Aimi which was strange since she didn't really talk much. Pamela couldn't pick up what they were saying but it was something about transmission. Fuka then left as quickly as she came.

"Let's take a few selfies before this all starts getting intense shall we? This is an important moment after all."

The annoying voice belonged to Una, another famous girl and fellow squad member who pretty much only cared about style and looking pretty during fights, if Pamela gathered during their training sessions. Her idea was pretty much enough to turn up the heat in Pamela

"Are you serious? A selfie!? Now when we're about to fight the thing we were all waiting for?!"

Pamela practically yelled. She had to take deep breaths to calm herself, putting her inner stove in fuego lento*.

"I don't really care if you make a photo shoot of yourself when we're fighting or when that.. esa cosa* kills you, but now isn't really the time. Who knows, if we do survive this, you can do all the photos and selfies or whatever on that thing's corpse as a celebration"

Pamela said as she rubbed her temples. She knew it was outright rude and/or harsh but, seriously? A selfie? Pam had been so busy yelling she didn't notice another fellow Magical Girl until she spoke

"Sorry in advance about that."

Sorry about what? Pam didn't really know or really care. What matters was that they had to fight. She hoped the shy girls like Aimi could do well in battle.

They had to work together if they wanted to take down that thing, no matter how annoying they might be.

*Esa cosa: That thing
Fuego Lento: Slow fire, as in reducing the heat in the stove

Mentions:
Aimi( Kitt )
Liv and Jerod( Dawnsx )
Fuka( SadistPoet )
Cleo( SilverBlack )

Interactions:
Una ( InsaneAsylum )

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[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo" ​

interacted ➜ Aimi "Akuma" Kitt , Liv "Marrionettist" Dawnsx mentioned ➜ none location ➜ Lobby

⊱ ─────────────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ─────────────── ⊰​

Luce looked up at Aimi, concern welling in her eyes. "Are you sure?" Before Luce had the time to probe more, Liv walked up and snuggled up to her. "Ah, hi Liv!" She said with a flustered laugh, patting the girl's head. One of her dolls piped up and she laughed. A red blush would be splotching over her cheeks if you could see it through all the foundation. Her focus was once more whipped back to Aimi when she pulled out a phone and started speaking frantically into it.

As she listened to the girl's call, her face dropped. What's going on? Why is she warning them already..? Aimi's explanation only further pushed Luce into panic. She saw someone shove an amp into her hands and then dart away-- Wait, was that Fuka? "Wait, wait. Lemme listen." She chided, holding a finger up to her mouth. She closed her eyes and focused on her hearing, but the words being whispered to her weren't being heard by her ears.

"Cease war! Embrace the future! Turn to the sky!"

Luce's face dropped, and before she knew it, messy tears were rolling down her face. "Ah, god, this is so embarrassing, why does this always happen to me.." She mumbled with a sniffle, turning away from the pair next to her. What kind of magical girl just sits there and cries? Worthless piece of shit. Desperately wiping the tears away and blinking them out of her eyes, Luce clasped her hands together. Digging her long nails into each hand, she took a shaky breath and turned back to Liv and Aimi. "Well, thank god for waterproof mascara, am I right? Haha..." She said shiftily, avoiding their gazes. It was no wonder she hadn't gotten close with any of them; They probably had already marked her off as the weakest and laughed about it too.

You're being irrational. No, you're faking depression, stupid attention-seeking bitch.

Letting out another strained laugh, Luce released her nails' grip on her hands. She could see color flowing back into the white crescent-moons she had left in them. "So, we're really doing this right? Haha.. hhhhhh..."

 

[Dawnsx]

As Aimi took out her phone to broadcast a message to her fans, Liv recalled the haunting message she heard in her head, and how Winston suddenly collapsed in her room.

"Oh hell, doesn't that mean the Gheists or whatever are here?" Jerod said from beside Liv's ear, and she suddenly felt like she got punched in the gut. Of course. The Gheists. How could she have forgotten? That was half the reason why Miss Francesca recruited them to join the Pretty Protectors, and why they've been training so hard these past few months. But the peace and quiet that she'd been granted allowed the impending threat of those monsters to slip from her mind. Oh god, and she'd left Winston all alone. And her father...

Liv's blood ran cold.

What would happen to her father?

Part of her wanted to bolt out the front door to find her father, make sure that he wasn't affected by the Gheists' message, but Miss Fuka's appearance jolted her out of her reckless thoughts. She unceremoniously shoved a transmitter into Aimi's hands and demanded that she broadcast a message to those present in the tower, then swiftly stopped those who tried to leave the building. Seeing their commander somehow grounded Liv a little. Looking around her, she saw that everyone else were terse or ready to fight.

Right, because eliminating the Gheists meant eliminating the threat to everyone, including her father. Miss Fuka trained them hard everyday. They could do it, so long as they worked together.

As though sensing her thoughts, Jerod tugged Liv's hair lightly.

"Hey, don't worry about it! We'll kick those Gheists' ugly asses, then still have time to come back for lunch!" Jerod said, scooting forward a bit so he can see Liv's face.

Liv smiled fondly and ruffled his hair. She turned back to Luce and Aimi, and let out a soft 'oh' when she saw the former's face streaked with tears. Reaching into her dress pocket, Liv produced a handkerchief and gently dabbed her face dry.

"Crying or being scared is nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm terrified too, but don't you worry, because-"

"Because we're in a squad together!" Jerod cut in. He slapped a hand on his chest and puffed it out. "I won't let anything happen to the squad!"

Liv nodded her agreement. "Jerod is right. We have the team together, and we can do it if everyone help out."

She reached out and squeezed Luce's shoulder in what she hoped was a reassuring manner, stubbornly ignoring her own pounding heart.
dazzling

 

[InsaneAsylum]

Khaliunaa Bayanbold
Una’s eardrums were suddenly ruptured by the rage filled screams of a short girl nearby. Una quickly recognized her as Pamela, the little fireball who could cook. Una normally liked the girl. She was kinda dumb in Una’s eyes but she made a point with the whole gheist being more important than selfies. However Una didn’t care much for the rude remarks about her getting killed.

“I suppose you’re right. The threat at hand is more important than a simple selfie. However this is no ‘simple selfie’. Would you like to know why?” Una asked this last bit very slowly. “It’s because I’m in it of course. After we defeat the gheist, my followers will see this image of me preparing to fight the gheist, and they’ll know it was me that saved them! They’ll love me and support me and I’ll be showered with affection♪! Of course, by including others in the photo I hoped to share this love.” Una twirled in a circle and hugged herself as she spoke, smiling smugly.

“Besides Pamela, you know I don’t die easily!”

 

[Sacrosanctis]

Claire drifted between the dazed staff members who traveled down the hall with a concerned expression on her face. Each one she attempted to consult insisted on leaving to see something important, and she wondered if they could hear the voice that rang in her head. Was that the cause of their irritation, or did their sense of urgency come from the apparent state of emergency?

When she finally made it to the main lobby, Claire felt relieved when she saw that her friends seemed okay. There was tension in the air, and everyone coped in their own way whether they fell into stride with old habits or broke into fights. Claire withdrew a Tarot card deck from underneath the cloth of her dress, taking deep breaths as she cycled between each card. She tried to stay calm by mentally reciting the meanings of each card by memory, as well as noting the abilities that manifested in alignment with what they represented. She remembered when she first began experimenting with her abilities, and the overwhelming amount of things to keep track of still sometimes made her head hurt. She was faster to adapt than usual only because she had already spent ample time studying her deck before gaining her powers.

Before she could finish the first rotation, Claire looked up from her cards in response to a particularly distressed voice. Her heart sank when she saw the tears streaming down Lucia's face, and her own voice was choked with tears as she approached her and pulled her into a tight hug.

"I don't really get what's going on, but I'm scared too." She pulled herself away from the embrace and smiled as her eyes grew wet with tears. "We have a lot of strong people who can take care of us, so let's stay calm and hope that everything's going to be all right. Okay?"

 

[Reis]

Spoiler: Gwen

"Hey, kid!"

Annie flinched as she heard a BANG at the door to her room. The sudden movement somehow managed to knock something from the safety of her bed. When it hit the floor with a thud, she quickly held her pillow against her ears, bracing herself.

"Hey! You listenin' to me?! I know you're awake, I can hear you in there!!! Tch, I need a smoke..."

Only after the sound of heavy footsteps faded completely did Annie release a sigh. The abrasive voice outside her bedroom belonged to Gwendolyn Frey, her maid and guardian at New York City's Pretty Tower. Gwen was a little strict, but at the end of the day she was one of the kindest people around...

...Or at least, that's what Annie wanted to say. In reality, her maid's kind and patient demeanor faded almost within a day of her residence. A scowl now seemed almost permanently etched on her face, demanding that Annie be at least a little less hard to deal with. Just thinking about it made her frown. She wasn't that bad, was she? Sure, she unfailingly turned her spacious, perfectly cleaned room into a crime scene every time she set foot in it. And yeah, it didn't help that she locked herself in her room as soon as morning practice was over. But if anyone was to blame, it was the psychopath who decided that not only would her fellow Magical Girls wake up before 12, but they would spend that time PRACTICING! On a hot day like this, the only plausible solution was to barricade herself in her room, crawl under the covers, and relish the miracle of AC.

Annie moaned into her sheets. Yeah, she honestly was pretty hard to deal with. Life in the tower wasn't perfect, but it was also exactly what she needed after becoming a Magical Girl. After such a beautiful change in scenery and so many new friends, Annie knew that her path to heroism was much smoother than it ever would have been. Francesca was kind enough to reach out to her and give her so much, purely out of the kindness of her heart. Trying not to be a pain in the rear was the least she could do.

With that thought, Annie began the complex task of untangling herself from her bedsheets. She had somehow managed to get all four of her limbs dangling off the edge, wrapped in an almost picturesque bundle of cloth. It was only after she peeled herself from the bed that she heard a new voice yelling at her.

"All Pretty Protectors report to the lobby ASAP!"

"Alright I'm coming, yeesh..." Wiping the crusts from her eyes, Annie failed to notice how odd it was to hear Fuka's voice blasting directly into her skull. She also never stopped to focus on the other message repeating itself at the back of her head. As she shuffled her way outside of her room, oblivious to the dangers outside, only one thought managed to occupy her mind.

"Wait...where's the lobby again?"

 

[SadistPoet]

Moments Before the Gheist Rising
Location: Some Furniture Store

"You have to be fuckin' kidding me. Normally these salvage ops go down quietly," a wild-eyed young man said to himself as he loaded up his assault rifle. His other pieces of equipment were neatly arranged across one of the furniture stores tables. It still had the price-tag on it too.

A strong hand firmly grasped the young mans shoulder, "Agreed, but we'll have a bigger problem if you scratch up the bosses furniture. So be careful where your setting stuff Jack."

Jack nodded, "Oh and boss. You sure... like one-hundred percent sure these injections will protect us from that thing?"

"They worked back in Cuba, so they'll work here. Keep your mind on the mission - fall in with the others," the boss walked over to the far end of the store and hopped up on a small stool to deliver a review. Around him stood a group of at-least thirty to forty-five men, all clad in plated black armor, "Our job as Gamma team is simple. The Gheist has woken up due to our submarine teams failure - we are playing clean up. Any civies caught under its control get killed, but our main goal is to keep those uhm..." the boss raised his hands for air quotes, "'pretty protectors' away from it. Which means killing them - in about five minutes that Gheist is going to go active, and it's going to take at-least another hour to pacify it. We can't have them killing it, or civies feeding it." The boss allowed a momentary pause to let the missions parameters sink in, "Okay visors on, and keep voice distortion set to max. Let's go..."

May Meyer

May took it easy during morning training despite Fuka's constant heckling. What the hell was her deal anyways? It is not like this training actually means anything. The worst she had to deal with was beating up a few jackasses with her powers. She would just keep looking fabulous and posting cute selfies. Sure, the money Francesca gave her helped, but idiots online were happy to buy her bath water.

Spoiler: Ruri

"E... excuse me miss..." A meek, shy, trembling maid entered the room. Adorned on her sizable chest was a name-tag - Ruri

"What the fuck do you want? My room is spotless, and my tummy is full - so like... fuck off okay?" May exclaimed as she lounged on her bed popping chocolates into her mouth.

"B.. but... Francesca se- sent," the maid tossed the envelope on the ground in the room before doubling back.

May rolled off her bed flopping onto the ground before walking over to the envelope, "Geez... what a bitch." May picked it up taking the cash and ignoring Francesca's personalized little message for her. She tossed the wad of cash on her bed before plopping back down on it. The power flickered in the building before she could firmly take 'roost' on the bed. Then a psychic message penetrated her mind.

"All pretty protectors report to the lobby ASAP!"

"Oh great... whatever," the May sat stationary in her bed for a while. Then the realization hit her Gosh I just made that maid cry - and I am just sitting up here too. Like I wont be able to live here rent free if I keep up this behavior. May rolled her eyes, and then stood up stretching her arms. She exited her room and walked over to one of the large glass windows of the tower. She viewed a deep, dark, abysmal thing coming out of the ocean. On the surface, May was not afraid, but deep inside something struck her about seeing this thing. "Uh..." May paused, and then she heard that other little idol bitches voice come on the intercom telling everyone to calm down. "Wow... what a little goody-two shoes twat."

May kept staring out the window at the creature rising and rising slowly from the ocean. "Maybe I do need to do something about this." May sighed deeply, "And I'll apologize to that maid too - get her something nice too." May transformed into her larger magical girl form that was scantily clad too - she was about to turn around and leave but then...

"Apology accepted," a whisper came from behind 'creamy swirl' and then a flash of daylight erupted.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three high caliber shots rang out quickly. One penetrated Creamy's right shoulder, and left it hanging by just sinew. The second went right into her chest, cleanly exiting out the other side, and then shattering the window behind her. The final round went right into her magiaphage, deflected off it, and then tumbled through her body tearing her left arm clean off. May did not have time to cry in agony - this all happened to fast. She lost her footing and tumbled out of the broken window. The last thing she saw was her maid, Ruri, standing with a killer glint in her eyes - gun in hand.

Lobby

Fuka was spending too much time waiting for Annie and May to show up. She was hesitant to deploy without a full team, and was not even sure if either were still in the building. The girls currently in the lobby were then suddenly greeted by the noise of three booming gunshots from the floors above, and then shortly afterwards a body landing on a parked car just outside the building. It was obviously Creamy Swirl herself. The landing had not effected her due to her resistant from falling, but portions of the car were skewered through her body pinning her there. Her screams of agony could be heard, but soon were drowned out by several sudden explosions in the lobby. Smoke bombs had been deployed to obscure the girls vision.

Several men, who seemingly came out of nowhere, flooded in through multiple entrances. Some came in from above via putting breaching charges on the next floor up. Rubble rained down from these breaching charges blanketing the girls. The men were equipped with specialized thermal optics that enabled them to see through the smoke, but the same could not be said of any of the girls (Unless one of their abilities could help).

Fuka was quick to act, "Get to cover now!" She opened fire with her hand gun killing one of the men leaping down from one of the holes in the roof. "Group B! Leave the building! Take out the Gheist! Group A, stay with me and defend the tower!"

 

[Mion]

Lyudmila Zima
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She let out a sigh that was filled to the brim with disdain. Too slow. We should be out here by now. Lyudmila continued to grind her teeth against each other as she sat in the lobby. She made notice of one of her team mates who had arrived after the initial few who had taken the 'ASAP' part of the message seriously. Every one of us should have been keeping vigil, we knew that his could happen at any moment. No matter whether we were awake or asleep. There is no excuse for this.

"Yo" Cleo spoke in a much milder manner than she usually did. This is no time to be anxious. Nor excited for that matter... Lyudmila was not sure what to make of her. She merely nodded her head in response. "Hey."

"Looks like I am a bit late, sorry about that in advance." Cleo had continued.

"There is no use in worrying about that now, you are here. And anyway, you aren't the last to come by any means. Not that it should be something to be proud of." Lyudmila had a slight bitterness to her tone but she did feel there was little use of fretting over spoilt milk. At least Cleo was here, she was one of the more reliable of the magical girls as far as she was concerned.

While she had her brief conversation with Cleo, Lyudmila was aware of the confrontation that was building between Una and Pan. The two of them are making a mockery of us all. She likely would have interjected if it was not for what came next.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Three gunshots, she was no stranger to those. Instantly she rose from her seat braced herself for... Well anything, she had no idea what was happening really.

A crash was heard from outside. May. She had somehow managed to get herself blown to pieces and thrown down on top of a car. Her screams of agony ringed silently in Lyudmila's ears. She didn't have time to worry about that. Not when she had the person who did this to her to kill.

But before she could act capsules were thrown into the room, that began to spread smoke all over. She was aware of the men who had entered but she had no idea how many, where exactly they were. She clicked her tongue.a sound full of scorn escaped from her lips..

"Get to cover now! Group B leave the building-"

That's was all she had to hear. May, Rurik. Take care of yourselves.

She turned her head ever so slightly to Cleo. "Follow me." Before she shifted the flesh like substance under her cloak towards her legs.

The floor beneath her cracked as she kicked herself forward off of it. A burst of speed that was far greater than what the men could have been expecting. Two in front. I HAVE THEM.

She could only see a vague outline while they had goggles that granted them vision. But they were too slow on the uptake. Lyudmila threw herself into the air, almost like a pounce as she sprinted towards them. Her hands grabbed the two of them by the throat and lifted them up off their feat. Carrying them through as all three of them crashed through the window behind.

No hesitation.

The two men began to lose oxygen as the pressure around their throats continued to grow and more and more power was applied to Lyudmila's hands. With a final squeeze she crushed the two mens throats. Leaving them dead on the ground likely before they knew what happened.

No more time for waiting.

If Cleo would not be able to follow her then she would have to do without. Now she had to make her way towards the gheist and kill it. Even if it meant going alone.

SilverBlack SadistPoet

 

[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo" ​

interacted ➜ Claire “Miss Fortune” Sacrosanctis
mentioned ➜ Liv “Marionettist” Dawnsx , Aimi “Akuma” Kitt location ➜ Lobby

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Luce was once more startled when a small brunette wrapped her in a hug. She sniffled at the girl’s words and wiped her tears away again. ”Thank you...” She mumbled quietly, turning away from the girl. Her heart had slowed a bit, but embarrassment was burning brightly across her cheeks. If she was going to act like the cartoonish magical girls, she shouldn’t half-ass it— Yeah, that’s right. Even though that anime was fucking terrible, she should try to be like its magical girls. Strong, pretty, and persistent.

She looked back at the three in front of her and shot them a smile, brushing her dress down and mentally collecting herself.

BANG, BANG, BANG.

Luce didn’t move. Her shoulders started trembling and she slowly turned in the direction of the blood-curdling screams. A girl was there, face down, on top of a car. Luce’s eyes slowly traveled up and down her mauled body before stopping on her shoulder. Bright red blood steadily pulsated out of the wound, staining the girl’s clothes.

A small part of Luce was surprised she didn’t cry, or scream. Instead her face simply fell into an expression of quiet serenity, a pounding truth being hammered into her mind. In a way, she was the one lying face down on the car. That was what she signed up for; Being pumped full of bullets and poisons and pain and fear until she dropped.

She barely flinched when the hazy smoke started filling the room. She just kept standing there, staring out the window, even though she couldn’t see it anymore. Her eyes burned. And then so did her chest.

The girl fell forward with a violent shriek, her hand shaking against her heart. Sitting on the ground, her hair falling in her face, all she could do was look down at her hand and wonder why it wouldn’t stop bleeding.

The second wave of pain hit. She was once more crippled with nothing but a desperate scream to signal her pain. Her hand was spasming now, and she watched the severed tendon weakly move with a dark interest.

The third hit. She was curled up in a ball now, her screams turned into panicked gasps for air. Luce barely heard the gunshots pinging out over her head. Her eyes locked in on her chest, the baby blue silk dyed violent red with angry blood. A pulsing hole sat right above her heart, the edges of her skin peeking up to reveal layers of tissue and muscle.

She waited for the fourth to take her breath from her. But instead she felt her feet press up against the ground beneath her, pushing her up and leading her to the wall for support. She was an easy target now, a path of blood trailing to the spot she was a moment ago.

A spell of light-headedness overtook her and she crumpled, sliding down the wall to a crouching position. A shooting pain pushed her back flat against the wall. She tried to move forward, but the bullet that had just been shot into her shoulder has stuck in between her skin and the plaster of the wall behind her. Gritting her teeth, she remembered the badly-animated magical girls and made a decision.

Pushing off forward, she let out a war cry as she felt the bullet cleave a hole through her shoulder. Luce was simply ignoring the hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Standing up she made a run to the side and managed to make it to the lobby’s front desk before blood loss took her down again. Hiding in one of the cubbies underneath the counter, she closed her eyes and tried to drown out the pain.

She set the scene up in her mind. She was crouched against the wall, clutching her shoulder, in plain sight of the guard nearing her. She got up and ran, ran like hell towards the window. Punching the window open with her intact hand she jumped out onto the grass beneath.

Peeking out from her hiding space, she saw the guard turn and open fire on the window, giving her ample time to set up a proper hiding illusion.

Luce ducked back down and huddled up in the corner of the cubby, shaking and sending a silent prayer to whoever was up there for the pain to just end. Closing her eyes and using the last of her focus, she mentally sealed the cubby she was in. To anyone else, it would just appear to be a solid block. Hopefully, nobody would try to shoot it.

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pan Pan

Pamela felt her anger melt away once Una indulged in her photographic fantasies. The brunette couldn't care less whether her blonde friend took a picture of herself or not, as long as she wasn't on it. She didn't want to risk being recognized to her family and feared the surprise could end up in a her Papà having a seizure or a heart failure.

“Besides Pamela, you know I don’t die easily!”

Una's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, making Pamela give her a mini glare. She didn't die easy huh? Either her stubbornness made her unable to die or it was something else, she didn't know. The Mexican shortie just rolled her eyes. Yeah right.


BANG! BANG! BANG!

The loud sound of gunshots took Pamela by surprise. Looking at the stairs, she then realized Annie and May were missing!. Her worries shot up when she heard the sound of the collision of a body against a car. Pamela looked over and her eyes widened as her ears rung with the screams of agony of no one other than May 'Creamy Swirl' herself. The celebrity was extremely annoying and had gotten into her nerves more than a few times but that didn't mean she hated her. Before Pamela could think of a plan, capsules were thrown and smoke began to spread across the room. Pamela swiped up the pink bandana she once thought was for decoration. Guess she was wrong.

"Group B! Leave the building! Take out the Gheist! Group A, stay with me and defend the tower!"

For once, Fuka's voice wasn't annoying to her. Pamela grabbed Una and ducked behind the sofa, taking Una with her. She noticed men wearing masks and other clothes barging in with guns and other weapons. They did not look friendly. Pamela hoped Suzanne was alright. She then looked at Una with a mix of fierceness and seriousness in honey brown eyes.

"Transform and prove to me that you can't die easily"

With those words, Pamela grabbed her Burning Pan and leapt over the couch. Bullets were flying past and it wasn't difficult fore those little hot iron things to go through her and finish the job. Doing her best to dodge the bullets, Pamela threw her now ready fireball at one of the openings of the roof, where a man was sliding down and shooting at the same time. The ball made of flames flew over her target and launched into his arm, disarming him and putting him off balance, making him fall and clutch his hand as he groaned in pain. The cook seized the chance and ran to him, assaulting him with the pan with one rather loud bash to the head knocked him out. Pamela grinned and took his gun. However, her victory was short lived as she felt a bullet sink deep in her left arm.

Pamela hissed in pain and used her pan as a shield, successfully blocking other incoming bullets, but not for long. Pamela then saw the man responsible for her wound. He was recharging or something and he was also sliding down from the roof. The Mexican growled and switched the gun to her left hand, leaving her right hand blocking incoming bullets. She then got reminded about her very limited knowledge on using the weapon
'Mierda*"

Pamela just pulled the trigger repeatedly without rest while shakily aiming at the man. The pain in her hand made it a bit hard to aim, making her miss her target until by luck, it hit him on the neck.

Two down, probably thirty to go.

Mentions:
May And Fuka ( SadistPoet )
Annie ( Reis )

Interactions:
Una ( InsaneAsylum )

*Mierda: Shit








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[Kitt]

| AKUMA |

Shots, fired. May, hit by a car, arm dangling and hole in her torso. Men, rushing towards Aimi. She couldn't think. Couldn't breathe, until Fuka issued a command; "Squad B, leave the building! Take out the Gheist!" Any nerves or seconds thoughts that Aimi had before had melted away, replaced with a powerful sense to protect her friends. If they already took down May, they needed to go. Quickly.

Aimi stuck out her right hand and allowed a long shaft to manifest, while the long blade of her scythe formed on the end. Flicking her microphone back on, she yelled, "Squad B! There's no time to waste. Draw your weapons, and get a move on!" Raising her scythe, Akuma swung in the direction of the guards. A powerful sound wave swept across the group, while Akuma made sure not to hit any of her fellow magical girls. Scythe in hand, Aimi rushed towards the guards, sending out soundwave platform as she went along. Climbing above the force of guards attacking them, she jumped into the midst of the enemy and, with one powerful sweep, attempted to cause some damage, and allow for an opening. The smoke in the air was cleared as well, making visibility clearer for the girls remaining inside the building.

"GO! NOW!"
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[.chxrryette.]

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The three loud shots rang in Ophelia’s ears way after the initial firing; the gruesomely battered body falling just outside of the lobby was enough for Ophelia to confirm her horrific suspicions. It was none other than Creamy Swirl and the thought managed to make Ophelia gag with profound disgust at how brutally murdered she was. Even so Ophelia could not spend as much time as she could be focusing on the lifeless body before the entire building as stormed and instantly surrounded. Frightening, yes, but Ophelia had to calm herself down and wait for further instructions from Fuka. Not only that, but she was the leader of Squad A; a leader has to remain calm even in the most harrowing situations.

Ophelia could make out Fuka’s entire command but her ears were more tuned in on the command that was directed towards her own squad.

“Group A, stay with and me and defend the tower!”

As you command, Ms. Fuka.

However, before Ophelia can summon her scythe and take part in the battle, she had to withdraw herself from a majority of the danger. The bullet that whirled right past her head and into the mist in front of her caused instinct to kick in. She dropped to the floor below, maintaining a low profile amongst the attackers. Crawling on the floor was not the best measures she could take to ensure her safety but it was the first action she thought of. Thankfully, she noticed the smoke clearing in the air. She could not exactly identify the reason as to why it was, but she was grateful no matter the cause.

It was enough for her to see and get back on her feet.

It was also enough to see the two men who stood practically in front of her with guns locked and loaded.

“Wonderful.” Sarcasm seeped through her lips as she muttered the thought, placing her hands in the exact position to grasp the handle of a weapon. As if on cue, makeshift souls were coming from the ground and leapt upwards, soon enough forming the handle and blade of her scythe. Fortunately, she was able to engage the two men off guard, coming from behind them instead of in front or to the side. It merely took one swift slice through the air to separate one’s head from his body and cut the other directly in half. A blood splatter was launched onto her pale cheeks, causing a notable contrast between the her delicate features and the fluids of all-out war.

Needless to say the last thing she needed was one of her teammates dying in the same, or worse, manner as Creamy Swirl. Therefore, she made her way quickly through the diminishing smoke, executing any potential enemies who were in the way between her and her fellow magical girls.

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[Sacrosanctis]

Claire sniffed and wiped away her tears, glad to see that Luce seemed okay. She mirrored the girl's actions, smiling and looking between the other members of the group. She felt a swelling feeling of faith that this group of magical girls could endure any incoming travesties. She felt confident that once their training was put to use, their results would come into fruition, and they would be unstoppable. "Yeah! I think everything's going to be o—"

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Her voice caught in her throat as her ears were pierced by the shocking roar of gunfire. She reflexively flinched, wincing in response to the oppressive loudness of her surroundings, but one particular sound stood out among the others.

A blood-curdling cry. A desperate howl of pain that shocked Claire to the core. Suddenly, it was as though the entire world were enclosed within a space of just a few meters. The cold touch of fear swept goosebumps across her skin, which was already starting to grow pale. A methodical thrum pounded against her chest as her vision blurred around the edges, narrowing her field of view down to what was directly in front of her. The world was filled with silence but for the rhythmic pounding of her heartbeat in her ears and the rising pace of her ragged breaths. Slowly, she tilted her head in the direction of the scream.

The sight of May's impaled body prompted Claire into involuntary motion. She turned bodily towards the scene, frantically stepping back as her hand shot to cover her mouth, muffling the cry of terror that escaped her lips. Partway through, Claire terminated her body's instinctual response, taking a step forward while reaching out with her hand. "May....NO!"

Before Claire could hurry to help the girl, smoke rushed in from all sides and filled her eyes with stinging darkness. The harsh thunderclap of bullets resumed once more, and Claire's burning eyes refused to stay open, no matter how desperate she was to regain awareness of her surroundings. All at once, she doubled over from dizzying pain, which only amplified as she fell onto her side against the cold floor. The warm, dull pain quickly became unbearably sharp, which caused her to gasp. She then released a rasping cough that shook her body with its force, only to consume the toxic air once more while trying to recover. This pattern continued until her throat was filled with warmth, and her next cough caused her to violently spill the contents of her stomach across the floor.

A trembling hand pressed against her stomach wound and came away covered with thick, dark blood. She pressed on, crawling along the floor while holding her stomach tightly, desperate to relieve the haunting pain. She gasped in pain every time her body was dragged forward, and all she wanted to do was stay in place and fearfully cry. However, the fear of death carried her forward, and she dragged a trail of blood as her face was soaked with endless tears, vomit and blood spilling from her mouth.

"I'm scared.....I don't want to die...."

Claire listened to Fuka's command as she rounded the corner to safety, hiding behind a sofa for cover. Sputtering, she grabbed her Tarot cards and shakily began shuffling them. Her strength was quickly fading, but pain and fear kept her from dipping fully out of consciousness. "P-Please....I don't want....to kill..."

After she shuffled, she drew the top card from the deck and flipped it over to see which one it was.

"King of Swords...!"

Activating her power, the card in question began to glow, granting her its ability. She stretched her hand towards one side of the room, the side that had the most amount of enemy targets, and blew a powerful gust of wind capable of sweeping all of the men standing there off of their feet. The wind was just as capable of reaching her teammates who got caught in it, but in return she managed to compliment Aimi's efforts to clear the room of smoke. Now, the room was almost completely clear, exposing friend and foe alike.