[Main] Pretty Pretty Slaughter

[.chxrryette.]

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Mentioned: Sacrosanctis
Interacted with: ElenaIsCool InsaneAsylum

Last week was already stressful enough, Ophelia had to admit that. Now Ms. Fuka was forcing the girls into planes like a herd of cows and Ophelia was not at all ready for it. This was going to be the first time she stepped foot into this claustrophobic, sickness-inducing aircraft. The mere thought about flying into the air, thousands of feet above ground was enough to make Ophelia nauseous to the point of doubling over for a split moment. All throughout the ride she was heavily gripping the seat’s armrests, making a noticeable dent in them with her usual magical girl strength. There were good things that same out of this suffering though, and Ophelia had to remind herself of them before she drives herself mad with how they were one engine failure away from plunging to their death. At least they were arriving to a more secluded place other than a giant tower that stuck out like a sore thumb in the city. Safety was all that mattered at the moment. As soon as the plane landed, Ophelia finally released the armrest from the hardening grip she had it in and exited the plane along with the rest of the girls.

“Alright, this is… different.” Ophelia said to herself as she squinted her purple eyes into narrow slits due to the sheer blast of heat that slapped her in the face upon exiting the aircraft. Once her eyes wandered to the men donning military gear, she became continuously more alert. Wonderful, the men have guns… Did we not just leave Pretty Tower to escape from that very thing?
Yes, Ophelia had doubts of which began to build upon one another as the day went on (especially with how the number of armed men kept increasing in the airport) but she refused to distrust Ms. Fuka and her plans. If she trusts them, then surely Ophelia can trust them… right?

“Welcome to Georgia little ladies!”

“Excuse me?” Ophelia thought and focused her attention on the guy who was now talking to the group of magical girls. He did not look nice at all, not like Jack at least. Besides that, he just now gave them information of where they landed. Georgia, huh? Ophelia heard of the place back in the orphanage as she flipped through children’s books of the states.

The more she listened to this Stonewall Jackson’s words, the more she began hating him. He had this air about him that Ophelia disliked very much, in fact, it gave her a bitter taste in her mouth to just say his name. And… Dixie Witches? Ophelia surely has never heard of those, and that includes that many books she has read in her lifetime. The photos of Liv only made her doubts even worse and her distrust of her surroundings even bigger. These guys were not helping their situation at all, but it seemed that didn’t care much either.

She heard the others begin to complain about the gifts and Claire attempting to calm them down in order to maintain peace. Honestly, she took Claire’s side in this. The last thing they wanted is to anger these guys; they had just escaped a battle with their lives intact and now we want to start another one?
“She is right.” Ophelia meant Claire's advice, of course. “We should accept these gifts and not make much trouble.” Ophelia understands that ‘gifts’ sound very… suspicious, and in fact, she wouldn’t dare let these guys give ‘gifts’ to her friends. “I understand where you guys are coming from. We can’t be too certain nowadays.” She said to Pamela and Una. “Let’s just see what these gifts are, and if we want them or not.” ​

 

[Kitt]

| AIMI |

After their short stint in the woods, Aimi and the rest of the Pretty Protectors were whisked away by their mentor and guardian, Francesca. The plane ride to their destination had been tense; Aimi's "snap" had left the idol on edge for the rest of the week, and her embarrassment and guilt were still pretty obvious to the rest of the girls. She stayed silent on the plane, avoiding eye contact with anyone else until they landed. It seemed that they were now in the south, if the sweltering heat was any indication. Now, Fuka had taken them to a rather secluded location. The living weapon brought her scary companion over to talk to the girls.

"Welcome to Georgia little ladies! Call me Stonewall, as in Stonewall Jackson, but I really doubt ya'll listened in history class. Listen up and listen good n' we wont have any trouble - specially' zipper face over there." O-oh. That's me. Aimi's face burned at being called something she assumed was meant to be degrading. Since the fight in New York, her actions had gotten a lot of attention. Most of it was positive, but there were some fringe groups that had llikened the young idol to the Devil. Being directly mentioned made Aimi incredibly nervous. How many people have heard.. that? "I dun' really give a fuck about who, and what ya'll are. Your boss does good business with us, and that's why we are agreeing to keep quiet about yuns' being down in our lil' abode." She exhaled, semi-relieved. It was sort of comforting to know that this grimy dude wasn't interested in who they were. It provided a sense of safety that Aimi hadn't felt in a minute.

"Just got two simple rules. Real easy-like ta' follow. Dixie Witches reach out to ya'll cause you share common blood then yuns' report it to us, better yet just waste em'." Aimi tilted her head slightly. Dixie Witches? She had heard about magical girl factions, like Neverlandia and Downers, but Dixie Witches were new. If her hunch was right, the instruction to just "waste em'" would be more difficult than cutting down soldiers was. "Ya'll are free to wander about into the nearby town, and those people know good and well to keep their traps shut, but I'll tell ya'll this just once. You don't let ANYONE know you guys are bein' kept down here, or else you will regret it." This particular rule brought the nervous energy back. Some of the girls, like Cleo and Lyudmila, would do just fine with a rule like that. Some of the other girls... maybe not. "Well, if yuns' need some persuadin' because I don't think I'm bein' taken seriously, then let this be an example." A stack of pictures was thrown down. They all appeared to be of Liv and, presumably, her father. Aimi shuddered. Who were these people? "That make it clear?" The idol nodded furiously, before Stonewall called out to his men. "Ay! Cletus! Get em their housewarming gifts!" Gifts?

It seemed that Aimi wasn't the only one who was curious. Una spoke first. "Gifts? What could you possibly give us?" Pamela was also abrasive. Their relationship scares me. These guys threatened us already, he's holding a gun, and you talk back? I hope they're not too temperamental. A voice of reason made itself known soon afterwards, with Claire and Ophelia speaking up. "Calm down, guys! Gifts are supposed to be good. You should be grateful that he's showing so much hopsilat...hospily...hos....selflessness!" The tarot wielding girl blushed intensely, bringing a small smile to Aimi's face. Claire was one of the girls she felt closest to, who consistently made her feel better. Ophelia backed Claire up, adding in her own two cents. “She is right. We should accept these gifts and not make much trouble. I understand where you guys are coming from. We can’t be too certain nowadays. Let’s just see what these gifts are, and if we want them or not.”

Aimi finally spoke up, providing her own thoughts on the situation. "Think of it this way. Miss Francesca wouldn't l-leave us with bad people, right? These gifts are probably from her, not these guys. N-no offense, Stonewall..!" She fidgeted nervously, hoping that all of their arguing hadn't upset their hosts. She really didn't want to die via gunshot from a hillbilly.​

 

[SilverBlack]

Cleo Donovan

It would be false to say that Cleo was not slightly disappointed that their little break living in the RV was coming to an end, as she’d had more fun than she’d expected. Though that thought didn’t linger longer after the girls were crowded into the plane only big enough to hold all of them without learning much of where they would be going. A new, small wave of curiosity and excitement grew as Cleo began to anticipate what kind of events they would be greeted by next. Life changed pretty drastically for them magical girls chilling in the tower after the Gheist’s appearance, after all.

On the plane, Cleo had kept her eyes shut, despite not being asleep. The plane was small, after all, and holding all of them made it a bit cramped. Having smoked too much the previous days, the sudden absence of tobacco made her even more uncomfortable on the plane, and she was polite enough to know that smoking right now and clouding the air with nicotine wouldn’t be the best either for the rest of the people on the plane. Therefore, despite it being the hot, humid air that greeted them after they got off the plane, Cleo still let out a comforting sigh then moved herself a few feet from the rest of the crew before lighting up a cigarette, coming back only when ordered to wait together with the girls in the bed of the truck.

She was aware that they were being watched. Men in military gear entered her view and it only made her frown, but she made no particular remarks. It’s true that Cleo never liked the military or anything involving the government much. Behind every politics is a corruption far worse or complicated than just the ones she witnessed in the justice system. However, ever since she became one of the Pretty Protectors under the Turner Corporation she did expect that they would eventually be involved with them in one way or another. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Fuka talking to one of the men standing stalwart. None of them seemed taken aback by Fuka. If anything, they looked as if the girls should be the one intimidated by them. Her bright eyes skimmed to the rest of the airport, noting the approaching of two trucks and the decals of what she believed to be the Confederate Battle Flags. She’s not all too familiar with them, but she’d seen it before on the newspapers that she didn’t bother to take a deeper look at.

What really grabbed Cleo’s attention in the end, however, would be the loud man with a scruffy beard and nasty scar who would eventually introduce himself as Stonewall Jackson. It is through him that Cleo learned that they’re currently in Georgia, a state she’s never been in before. She raised a brow when they were being addressed as little ladies, a term that would not fit her well personally. Though, the sarcasm in his voice along with the rest of his words felt to her that his impression towards them wouldn’t be one filled with respect, anyway. If anything, the reason he was helping them out--as he himself had implied--was only due to whatever connections he and Francesca Turner shared.

She had no idea who Dixie Witches are when he first brought it up, but shrugged it off as something they would eventually learn. Cleo was delighted to know that they are free to wander in the nearby town, and his little request to keep the fact that they’re staying here a secret didn’t sound all that difficult to Cleo. Whoever this guy is, wherever this place is, and whatever new troubles or orders the magical girls would eventually be thrown into, Cleo’s attitude to it was to go along with the flow for now.

Even the idea of them knowing everything about the magical girls and using it as a threat didn’t seem all too surprising for her, seeing that they’re dealing with people from the military, who probably has connections to the governments or FBIs or whatever organizations involved in the mess of the political and social world up there. However, she could still feel the bitter taste in her mouth when she saw the photos of young Liv and her father being tossed to the center of the truck bed.

This is their way to try to earn their respect. How laughable.

Of course, Cleo said nothing. She listened as Una and Pamela began to talk back to the man in a tone less friendly than actually taking-him-seriously, listening as Claire began to calm them down but messed up her words, Ophelia’s motherly, mature tone telling them to accept the gifts with Aimi joining in, Liv fixing Claire’s words...She was startled at first by the photographs, but her doll...Jerry? Whatever his name is, seemed to have made her feel better again.

Whoever this Stonewall Jackson may actually be, it’s nice to see that the magical girls are still themselves.

“Ophelia and Aimi are right,” she said casually in the end as the whole mini commotion unfolded within the girls. “Isn’t it nice? We got gifts,” she remarked in a way that basically meant for them to just think of it that way. It was accompanied almost by a light shrug.

Her single cigarette, shortened, hung loosely between her index and middle finger as Cleo leaned slightly forward and looked as Stonewall walked back to his men, her eyes hinted her curiosity as their “housewarming gifts” were brought back to them.

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[Reis]

One Week Earlier

"Haaaaaaaa~" Annie took a deep swig of Gatorade and sighed. Nothing could lift her mood like a sweet drink in the summer heat. She leaned against the wall beside the vending machine and enjoyed the cool breeze flowing in through the small town they were staying near, watching clouds make a lazy trail across the afternoon sky.

Normally, Annie would be with the other girls when she left to get food. But when she woke up from her customary afternoon nap, she felt the beginnings of what would probably become a splitting headache. Perhaps, she thought, the stress from the past week was finally catching up to her. So she grabbed a drink from the town in the hopes that a walk would be enough to clear her head.

She pushed herself away from the wall when she heard footsteps. Her orders were to keep a low profile, so she didn't want to risk accidentally causing a scene in front of the locals. However, as she turned to go, something about the ensuing conversation made her stop and listen.

"Hey, man, I heard the news about New York. Your family okay?" When Annie peaked around the corner, she saw that the first man to speak was wearing a white t-shirt with a simple pair of blue jeans.

"Yep. They were just far enough away that they didn't get involved." The second guy sported a somewhat rotund figure and a scruffy beard. He paused to light himself a cigarette, silently offering to share with his friend. He shook his head in response, turning his attention to the vending machine as he spoke.

"Well, that's good. They got lucky. Have you seen the pictures on that shit? It's wild."

"Uh-huh. Like a natural disaster. And some of it was caused by those, um...Magical Girls, right?"

Blue Jeans tossed a coke to his friend. "Yeah, dude. Some of the stuff those kids could pull is intense. I heard they even found a balista out there."

Scruffy Beard set his cigarette aside in favor of his drink. "Sure, they seem pretty tough. But at the end of the day, they didn't actually do anything, y'know? They came late, they let the city get destroyed. You seen that picture of one of them? The one with the mech?"

"Giga Girl," Blue Jeans said.

Beardy shrugged. "The lady is packed, but she came too late for it to matter. If you ask me, people like that are worthless."

The two of them continued to chat for a while longer before walking off. Annie sat with her back to the wall, hugging her knees to her chest. Images from that day flashed through her mind. The ruined buildings. The bodies. Una and Ly, staring up at her with disgust. She pressed her hands against her head amd sobbed, trying to stop that soul-shattering word from echoing in her skull.

Worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless worthless

Corruption: 25%

Now

Annie's head hung as she exited the plane. She'd been restless during the ride, but she felt a tension in the air from the other girls that stopped her from being her normal chatty self. After she resorted to kicking her feet and watching the clouds go by, she thought she'd leap at the chance to finally stretch her legs.

That sense of freedom was all to short. Where before she felt an endless urge to move, now it took all her efforts to stop herself from running straight back to her seat. When did she forget the importance of AC? It was only after she stepped out into the open did she realize how oppressive the summer heat was.

She nodded her head idly as Stonewall spoke. This hot hell was Georgia. Made sense. Avoid the Witches. Roger that. Keep her presence a seeecret. Blah blah blah. Check.

Just before Annie could pass out to the sound of her fellow Magical Girl's voices, her head suddenly perked up as Stonewall finished his speech. Now that something exciting was happening, she couldn't stop herself from getting involved in the other girls' conversation. "Have you all really never heard that famous line? Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" She nodded sagely, as though this were the wisest thing the other girls had ever heard. "If the folks 'round these parts are that nice, I'm liking my stay already!" All of her gloom from the heat suddenly disappeared before her face, replaced by a grin that failed to hide her excitement.

 

[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo"



interacted ➜ none
mentioned ➜ Liv Dawnsx , Aimi Kitt , Ophelia .chxrryette. , Annie Reis
location ➜ Georgiaaaa baby

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Luce dropped out of the plane with a mumble. The humidity hanging in the air already was clinging to her hair and skin, drawing beads of sweat. Her normally neat black hair puffed out from behind her ears and another rough groan escaped her lips. She had always hated the south; Her family had taken her down there a few times, mainly to the East Coast to visit relatives. It wasn't really a favorite of hers, with the heat and all.

The girl looked down to brush off her shirt and when she looked up the group was already significantly ahead of her. She ran forward to catch up with them, seeing the group already got into the back of a truck bed and been approached by a bunch of what looked like hicks. She walked up behind them quietly and turned her attention to the men. All she could focus on was his greasy beard. A pile of pictures fluttered down into the center of the bed. Her eyes zeroed in on the young blonde girl in the photos before flicking back between Liv and the images with an increasing sense of panic.

Luce wanted to say something but something gave her the feeling that this hick was a particularly threatening hick. She climbed into the truck bed, scooting up against Aimi. She kept her eyes locked on her knees and tried to listen to what the man had to say.

Witches, stonewall, yada yada...

His words faded away and soon a symphony of protests from Pam arose. Luce looked up urgently, staring at the girl in protest. This man wasn't somebody to be played with. Thankfully her arguments subsided to more calm tones from Ophelia, Aimi, and Annie. She piped up in agreement. “Let's not be rude and refuse Mr. Stonewall's gifts. Thank you," She added, turning to the man.

 

[SadistPoet]

Georgia Airport

A stumpy, fat, balding, young man fumbled out of one of the over-sized trucks as per Stonewall's request. "A- A- Alright Mr. Stonewall! Coming up!" He sounded far too enthusiastic about this. The other militia men opened up the truck bed and aided the stumpy man in getting out several large munitions boxes. The small group of men heaved the metal boxes on over to the girls, "H- hey! Be careful with that gear! S- S- some is very delicate!" Cletus shouted, trying to muster any level of authority in his voice. One man rolled his eyes at Cletus, while another simply looked at the ground. None-the less, they gently placed the box down.

Cletus popped the back of the girls truck open and leaned into the truck, "H- h- hello girls." Up-close it was apparent his combat vest was a tad too small for the overweight man, "It's good I f- f- f- finally get to meet ya'll, e- e- especially you May."

May up to this point had been silent throughout the duration of the airplane ride, and the following events. She had a distant look in her eyes as if the weight of all the recent events was weighing down on her. It was only until she was addressed by the stumpy man-child, "Oh heeey!" May said in a cutesy voice, throwing up a peace sign at him, "Thanks for the support!" She spouted out on reflex. Cletus let out a low, creepy laugh at May's cheery fakeness.

"W- w- w- well no time for uh... questions. I have to get you g- g- g- girls your gifts. All of these are from Ms. Turner, b- b- but I had part in making some of these," He looked up and gave the girls a toothy smile - Cletus has surprisingly vibrantly white teeth.

Stonewall abruptly cut in, "Right son, get ta' it or I'll burn your figurine collection."

Cletus nodded multiple times, "O- okay dad." He turned around and opened the box revealing several neatly arranged boxes with the names of each girl on them.

The items were as followed,

Dear Aimi - The following item is a cute mask akin to the one Fuka wears, but with a more controlled function. It will remain on your face even when you transform, so you can use it regardless of your current state. It will allow you to silently charm individual persons silently by transmitting your message directly to their mind. Wearing this mask does limit the amount of people you can at once, therefore we have installed two other functions. One function allows you to talk normally through non-psychic means. The other function is an experimental one that should only be utilized in the most dire times. It bounces the psychic transmission back into your mind; therefore allowing you to charm yourself to potentially overcome fears, or become temporarily stronger through convincing yourself that you are. Be wary that an acclaimed celebrity at one time with a similar power tried to persuade himself he was invincible as a final gambit - it did not end well...

Dear Annie - We had a hard time finding a suitable upgrade for you. The mech you summon is still far beyond our current understand, hence we will require further research. In the meantime, we have loaned you this comically large "blaster pistol" that has this retro sci-fi aesthetic going for it. The blasts it fires are non-lethal and only will stun a target allowing you a non-lethal means of dealing with foes. If held while transformed, the pistol will extend into a carbine.

Dear Cleo - I am worried about your health, so I have included a special "Vape" as a safer alternative to smoking. Of-course, this is not the only thing this vape is capable of. We have included a special juice that will overcome any inhibitors preventing you from transforming, additionally it will overclock your magical girl powers. Your explosions will be greater, they will generate faster, and hit targets that are further away. Please be wary of over-using this overclocked form. I believe it may lead to lasting damage if utilized far too much.

Dear Claire - I have enclosed a complete deck of tarot cards that are water-proof, burn resistant, bullet proof, slice proof, crush proof, and have another neat feature. I also have enclosed a special holder that will automatically shuffle these cards and eject one halfway out of the holster to be grabbed. Additionally, the bottoms of these cards have thin magnets in them that will help secure them to the holster. I hope this will help prevent clumsy little accidents.

Dear Khaliunaa - This small little "chip" may seem quite puzzling at first. Please do trust me, and firmly press it right above your heart. It will fasten to your skin, and modify your magical girl form with a new upgrade. In your standard form, it will give you minor armoring, but as you go up in forms the armoring will become more strong. It is theorized that the armor at the highest level is nigh impervious. Additionally, Fuka has reported a sudden increase in bodily mass. I have enclosed some diet pills, some extra funds, and an address to the nearest department store that has clothing fitting for a girl of your demeanor.

Dear Liv - I express my highest condolences at the loss of Masa. We have developed a special spray to coat your sweethearts in that will only need reapplying after a week. It will make them approximately as resistant as titanium.

Dear Lucia - You must express more bravery in the face of adversity. These pills will be strong enough to overcome your natural resistance to poisons (They are lethal to non-magical girls) and will boost your confidence. Please take one every day until the bottle is depleted.

Dear Lyudmila - Please press this chip down right above your heart. Once attached your transformed form will be capable of generating far more complicated constructs with greater ease. The full extent of upgrade has not been determined, but we know for certain that a crude firearm can be generated, along with a form of working powder.

Dear May - Here are two tickets to a movie airing tomorrow (On the day you will receive this) "Pretty Strikes Back" is the film I am ordering you to see with the fine young man Cletus. If you fail this simple task - there will be grand repercussions

Dear Ophelia - We have been conducting extensive research into how your power allows you to communicate with the dead. While we have not pinned down the means we have managed to partially determine the mechanism. This device will help guide you to areas with a large amount of "active" spirits. It will be useful if you need to acquire souls fast.

Dear Pamela - Please press this chip down right above your heart. Once attached it will allow an alternative transformation. Your fireballs will now become ultra cold orbs that can generate a frosty layer of ice in an explosive radius. This form can only be held for so long before freezing yourself, so use it only in short bursts. It might have further effects than we have found via testing, hence it will be to your benefit to experiment with this form often (In short bursts of-course).

Once the girls had all opened their gifts, they would be quickly driven off by one of the militia members. Fuka assured the girls that he would take them to their new-home, so they would not have to worry. They continued down a back road for a few miles. The girls could feel every bump on the ill-maintained road. Every few minutes several distant gunshots could be heard. The driver had no reaction to it, therefore it could be seen as a normal occurrence. Unfortunately, if the gunshots were headed as a proper threat the driver could have avoided an untimely death.

SPLAT!

Suddenly, the trucks rear mirror became coated with red-fluid and grey chunks. This gory display was accompanied by a loud boom mere moments after. A lone girl descended accompanied by a military-like chorus of trumpets seemingly coming from nowhere. Most of her face was concealed behind a gas-mask. To top all of this off she was holding a smoking musket, implying she was the one who shot the driver.



The trumpets ceased, "I am the one and only Memoria!" She extended both of her arms out in a flamboyant manner, "Tell me! Do you know what happened down here in November 1864?!?"

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela

"Calm down, guys! Gifts are supposed to be good. You should be grateful that he's showing so much hopsilat...hospily...hos....selflessness!"

”Mm, did you mean to say hospitality, Claire?”

“We should accept these gifts and not make much trouble.”

"Think of it this way. Miss Francesca wouldn't l-leave us with bad people, right? These gifts are probably from her, not these guys. N-no offense, Stonewall..!"

"Have you all really never heard that famous line? Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!

“Isn’t it nice? We got gifts,”

“Let's not be rude and refuse Mr. Stonewall's gifts. Thank you,"


The other girls, except Una, had a different opinion on the 'gifts', to Pamela's annoyance

"I should be grateful, got it but can't I say what I think anymore? Freedom of speech no longer exists or what!?"

The Mexican said, lifting her voice at each sentence. It took a minute for her to remember where they were and who they were with, prompting the hothead to calm down.
The Cletus guy soon came and his overall energy and personality reminded her of Jose, the only differences being that Jose was a lot less fatter, had cool hair and was interested in cooking.

Pamela picked up her present and read the note that came with it, raising her brow before frowning entirely. Before she freezes herself? That meant she had no resistance against the cold, probably some due to her being a Magical Girl. The brunnete sighed and put the chip on her pocket and zipped it before they all got hauled into the vehicle.

Pamela hated the road. It brought back bad memories and made her afraid. Anyone who knew about her mom, would sort of understand why she tightened the seatbelt around her body, stayed away from the window and flinched every time she felt a bump. The gunshots weren't helping either, since they bust a tyre and make the car flip or make the car blow up or-

SPLAT!

Pamela almost jumped out of her seat, if it weren't for the seatbelt. What some of the driver's head was at the rear mirror, making the brunnete wonder who the fuck was driving, before she held on for dear life for an impact that never came, to her relief, but what did come were trumpets playing millitary style, making Pamela wonder if that Stonewall guy was playing a prank on them.
Reluctantly removing the safety of the car, the chef poked her head out to see a girl with a smoking musket, revealing her as the driver-killer. All of a sudden, the trumpets stopped.

"I am the one and only Memoria!"


"Tell me! Do you know what happened down here in November 1864?!?"

Pamela's flame was rising. Was she one of the Dixie Witches Stonewall warned them about? She didn't care. This Memoria chick already ruined her day and pissed her off.
Wait..Memoria?

"Nice to meet you, Memoria but we don't really know what happened in 1968. Heck, we ddn't even exist then!"

Pamela spoke up in a surprisingly chill manner

"Maybe you can ask our great granparents, if they aren't dead, and see if they have any Memoria of it"

The brunnete snickered at her joke, green eyes fiery with her hand deep in her bag gripping her pan. If this gasket shoot her, then she and the others should be ready.



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[Dawnsx]

Liv watched curiously as Cletus walked up to them. He didn’t seem as intimidating as Stonewall, that was for sure. There might even be a nervous edge to to the way he acted. But, well, the man seemed friendly enough, especially towards May.

At the mention of Ms. Francesca, Liv perked up.

”Oh, if the gifts are from Ms. Francesca, then there should be no problems, right girls?” Liv said with a cheery clap of her hands. Hopefully, that would be enough to placate anyone who felt unsure about the gifts. ”Oh, and Mr. Cletus, thank you for helping with the gifts!”

Any doubts that Liv had about the presents were gone without a trace as she opened hers. It was a spray that would strengthen her sweethearts, and hopefully make them resistant to most attacks and unfortunate accidents. Reading the note from Ms. Francesca, Liv felt an ache in her chest at the mention of Masa. She never really had time to mourn for her sweetheart except for when they were in West Virginia, where she messily sobbed on Winston’s shoulder about the incident that destroyed Masa and turned her arm into wood. Winston didn’t offer any superficial words of comfort, but his sturdy presence made her feel better regardless. After that, everything moved too quickly for Liv to think about Masa any more.

Shaking the thought from her head, Liv grinned at Jerod as they departed.

”Well, let’s try this out, shall we?” Liv chirped. Jerod squeaked in surprise when Liv unabashedly stripped him of his clothing, leaving him bare for the world to see. Once that was done, she shook the can of spray before coating him with a nice layer of the substance.

“So rude,”Jerod huffed as he hurriedly pulled his clothes back on. Liv giggled and helped him with the buttons. Sometimes she wished her sweethearts could have more human body functions, so she could see them blush adorably in situations like these.

”I wonder if it worked,” Liv mused. She reached out to grab Jerod’s arm, maybe to give it a tug, but the marionette hissed and swatted her hand away.

“What if it didn’t?” Jerod whined.

”Oh, don’t be such a wuss. I’m sure it-“

Liv’s words were interrupted when the driver’s head quite literally exploded. She screeched in surprise, more towards the abruptness of it all rather than the brutal display of splattered brains. The next moment, a girl wearing a gas mask and holding a musket dropped down from seemingly nowhere.

This girl, Memoria, asked a question that made little sense to Liv, and her heart thumped when Pamela taunted the girl.

“Pamela!” Liv hissed quietly, tugging at the girl’s sleeve. “Stop that! She has a musket!”

Liv glanced back at Memoria nervously. The girl already seemed unhinged in Liv’s eyes. If she killed the driver like that, then Liv would bet that she had no qualms with killing any of them either.

 

[InsaneAsylum]

Khaliunaa Bayanbold​

Una grumbled under her breath as she crumpled up the message accompanying her gift. She understood that everyone was surprised at her sudden ‘bloating’, but did they all have to rub it in so much? Una grumbled again. At least the gift sounded great. With armor, surely Una would be able have Khana and Korola focus more on offense rather than shielding herself half the time. The thought of charging into danger wearing a suit of impenetrable armor sent shivers down Una’s spine. She was so enthralled on the possibilities that she had completely tuned out the gunshots ringing off in the distance. Surely she’d be absolutely unstoppable now that she had the perfect defense! Not even the gheists would be able to stop her then! The grin widening on Una’s face was quickly replaced by a look of shock as a splatter of crimson lept onto her face.

Una saw the blood drip from her face onto the truck bed below. She looked over at the driver and saw what remained of his head hanging loose. Una felt her stomach clench, before she spewed vomit down and out of her mouth. “Why does there have to be blood everywhere we go...” Una gasped as she tried to catch her breath. She threw up another small glob of vomit before standing up to the sound of this Memoria girl’s quiz. Her blue princess dress instantly materialized around her body. Una then pressed the chip into her chest as instructed. Her dress changed into a mix of armor and cloth, as Una made use of her new gift. Khana materialed into a blue sword in Una’s hand, before being pointed directed at Memoria.

“I’m gonna end you very soon if you don’t explain yourself,” she stated. Korola was ready to transform at a moment’s notice, but being jumped like this had Una’s stomach still uneasy.

 

[.chxrryette.]

Interacted with: SadistPoet
Mentioned: ElenaIsCool InsaneAsylum & everyone


Ophelia was particularly happy with how the unrest within the group died down after she and a few others shared their words. In all honesty, she was not going to be thrown into another fight after they had just undergone one. These… people seemed to be well-armed and, to her dismay, Ophelia was unable to sense any paranormal presence in this desert of a place at all.

Her purple gaze fell upon the rather “fluffy” man that clumsily found his way out of one truck. He seemed like a pushover; no one to be too suspicious about. In return, Ophelia treated him with kindness, unlike Mr. Stonewall who Ophelia would rather not speak to at all.

“Thank you so much for bringing them[gifts] to us.” Ophelia said, a warm smile present on her lips as she softened her usual frown into one of motherly intent. She couldn't help that her eyes darkened once the young guy’s father, it seemed, threatened to burn his collection but she let it slide for now. Ophelia took her gift gently and proceeded to investigate it, who said there couldn’t be a bomb hiding in one of these neatly done packages. However, she soon realized that the box had nothing too dangerously attached to it and opened it promptly. Once she read the note that came with the device (of which looked like something straight off the Ghostbusters movie), a chuckle escaped her lips. “Yeah… I can’t either.” She answered the note as if it were a person. Ever since she was little, she couldn’t put her finger on the reason why she had these powers. Yet… it did bring her a sort of uneasiness to know that someone out there is figuring out how her powers work like she was a clock ready to be dissected.

When all girls hopped onto the truck and it began to move, Ophelia maintained her focus on the device that was so “generously” gifted to her. There was a red button that stood out from the rest, of which maintained a gloomy grey. She pressed it without a second thought and many green dots appeared on the interface. “Interesting…” Ophelia whispered to herself. Those must represent the spirits that roam these lands, but why were there so much in this certain area?

SPLAT!

She jumped at the deafening sound of a gunshot and the scattered meaty remains of the driver who was taking them to their next location. Her eyes looked up from the device to see a girl with a gas mask, standing there with both arms outstretched. How utterly dramatic…

"I am the one and only Memoria! Tell me! Do you know what happened down here in November 1864?!?"

Excuse me?

Ophelia flinched as she heard Pamela’s and Una’s responses, but this time around she didn’t call her out on it. Obviously this girl was an enemy and Ophelia was ready with the rest of the magical girls to transform and chop this girl into pieces. It was a surprise that this time, Ophelia did not say a single word… but she did stare at the girl with a dangerous look. Her hands were positioned in the exact way it needed to be to hold her scythe in the case she summons it.​

 

[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo"



interacted ➜ Memoria SadistPoet
mentioned ➜ Liv Dawnsx , Pam ElenaIsCool , Una InsaneAsylum
location ➜ Rural Georgia

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

A portly man approached them and Luce looked around at her fellow magical girls. He didn't seem like much of a threat, and Liv already looked particularly at ease. "Yeah, exactly. They were just being nice," The girl agreed with a smile. The events of the battle were still eating at her conscience, but Luce was focused on the matter at hand. Hick's companion opened a box that contained several more, with each girl's name neatly printed. Luce picked up hers and carefully slid the top off.

She recognized the handwriting from her welcome note; The man hadn't been lying, the presents were actually from Francesca. Her eyes traveled down the note and her face fell as she reached the bulk of it. "You must express more bravery in the face of adversity."

Oh wow, look how stunningly useless you are~!

Luce simply tucked the note in her back pocket and stowed the box at her side. She was getting prescribed magical antidepressants by some billionaire. That's not how I imagined it going. Another pair of gunshots rattled her out of her thoughts. That also wasn't something she imagined; Gunshots being treated as if they were some mundane ambience.

Luce looked back towards the sound and caught herself in the back mirror. She stared into her own eyes, a mix of discomfort and relief filling her mind. This morning she had decided to put in some pale blue circle lenses to cover up whatever had happened to her eyes. Luce never thought the muddy brown of her natural eyes was particularly alluring, but it sure as hell was better than sickly yellow snake eyes. The disguise wasn't perfect, as her eyes looked almost cartoonishly round, but Luce wasn't eager to think about that.

But her reflection was rapidly distorted with dripping red and white. A raggedy scream escaped her lips before she even knew what had happened. She whipped her head back around to see the driver, slumped against the seat. She didn't want to look at him-- Or rather what was missing. Her hands found the blood-soaked box and her side and frantically flipped it open, grabbing the bottle of pills and screwing the cap off with shaky hands. She fumbled a capsule into her mouth, trying to swallow before almost heaving at the sight of the driver's body. Luce managed to force it down and then turned to a silver haired woman sauntering towards the now still truck with a smoking gun in hand.

Before she could get a word out she heard Pam spit out a response. "Pam!" She urged, her voice husky with panic. "Don't even right now--" Her attention was drawn to Una, sword in hand, seemingly prepared to spar with Miss Itchy Trigger Finger. Luce, a new sense of calm already running through her veins, almost transformed but was stopped by the woman's question.

Trying to recall her history lessons, she nodded her head when she remembered the answer. Luce held up a hand to the rest of her fellow team and gingerly hopped out of the truck bed, blood still dripping from her now stained clothes. She placed the box on the edge of the truck bed, along with the note, which was only slightly bloody. The girl approached whoever the assailant was with one hand held in front of her cautiously. Once she got within a reasonable distance, only tens of meters from the girl, she called out what she thought was the answer. "The burning of Atlanta? What about it?"

 

[Sacrosanctis]

Claire's face grew even redder when Pam and Liv both corrected her on which word she meant to use. "Y-yeah, that's the word I was looking for. Thanks." She tentatively glanced at Stonewall, but he showed no reaction to her error or any of the girls for that matter, and his attention was luckily focused on the man who emerged from one of the trucks in the area. Curiosity overcame her embarrassment as she watched Cletus bring forth the aforementioned gifts.

When the overweight man greeted the group, Claire was shocked to see May's personality take a 180. She felt worried whenever someone seemed to be in a bad mood, but she had been too intimidated by May's overwhelming idol-ness to even approach the girl. Yet somehow, she became brilliantly cheerful all on her own just from meeting one of her fans. She greeted Cletus with one of the most genuine smiles she'd ever seen. Was this the power of having a good fanbase?

Claire's curiosity grew as Cletus spoke of the gifts. When she opened her mouth to ask him how he had contributed to their creation, she halted when Stonewall's commanding voice suddenly cut him off. He seemed like a rather strict father.

A beaming smile swept across her face as Claire opened her gift box and read the note from Francesca. She relied exclusively on her Tarot cards for being able to use her ability, and after experiencing her first combat scenario it became clear how easy it would be for an opponent to cripple her. Having a case to hold each card with so many features would help her tremendously.

Claire turned to the girls beside her, watching them examine their own gifts. She wanted to ask what new weapons they got, but Fuka spirited them away yet again as soon as they were finished, a militiaman leading them to yet another truck so that they could be driven to their new home. Exhausted from what seemed like a never-ending journey, she sighed and looked forward to the chance to take a cold shower in wherever they would settle. Hopefully it wouldn't be quite as run-down as the airport they'd landed on. She felt confident that wherever they ended up, it would be similar in technological advancement to the Pretty Tower, as it was clear that Francesca was practically made of money.

She winced as her body suffered from yet another impact on the road. The girls had been traveling for several miles along the dirt-packed back road, and it didn't take long for Claire to become unnerved by the roaring engine of the truck and the distant crackle of what sounded like gunshots in the distance. She hoped they weren't being thrown into the midst of a war, and willed the sounds to be something as trivial as fireworks or something. There weren't any signs of a proper battle happening nearby, so there was no way to confirm the source of the noises.

After a while of tension, Claire allowed herself to zone out, staring off into the distance. The social girl craved interaction, but she somehow got the feeling that no one was in the mood for talking, so she was content to remain silent for the duration of the ride. Before she knew it, she felt herself slowly drifting out of consciousness, her body adapting to the painful bumps of the truck.

Her reverie was broken by a violent crack. The iron smell of blood and, soon, the pungent smell of vomit filled her nose as the surroundings she'd been staring at crept to a crawling pace, eventually coming to a full stop. Claire's expression grew concerned as she turned towards the driver, wondering why the car stopped, and her face fell when she saw what remained of him.

Blood.

Not a single sound escaped her lips as she failed to register what was in front of her. She stared wide-eyed at the gorey scene, yet not a single thing about it went through to her thoughts. She heard some of the other girls screaming in reaction, but she was too afraid to even breathe. Adrenaline coursed through her as she heard a loud bang descend upon the earth. It was accompanied by the sound of trumpets, and then a voice addressed the group of travelers. Claire sat completely frozen as short, ragged breaths escaped her lips. She looked at the driver's killer and paid attention to her every word, and she failed to react when Pam and Una seemed to challenge Memoria. Her eyes shifted to the deck of Tarot cards she held in her hands, and she became coiled like a spring, prepared to transform into her magical girl form and use the device at a moment's notice.

She couldn't imagine that there was a more vulnerable feeling than facing a threat while in her human form. There was nothing to say that the girl standing a few feet away couldn't instantly end her life, and the fear that came with that realization kept her quiet.

 

[Kitt]

| AIMI |

After a bit of waiting, watching May interact with an apparent fan, and a tense interaction between father and son, Aimi received her gift, along with a note from her caretaker.

Dear Aimi - The following item is a cute mask akin to the one Fuka wears, but with a more controlled function. It will remain on your face even when you transform, so you can use it regardless of your current state. It will allow you to silently charm individual persons silently by transmitting your message directly to their mind. Wearing this mask does limit the amount of people you can at once, therefore we have installed two other functions. One function allows you to talk normally through non-psychic means. The other function is an experimental one that should only be utilized in the most dire times. It bounces the psychic transmission back into your mind; therefore allowing you to charm yourself to potentially overcome fears, or become temporarily stronger through convincing yourself that you are. Be wary that an acclaimed celebrity at one time with a similar power tried to persuade himself he was invincible as a final gambit - it did not end well...

That's a bit... alarming. Aimi opened the package, and discovered that the mask was, indeed, quite cute. It seemed to be like a display board. Aimi tentatively placed the mask on her face, and it lit up at once. She was still able to see perfectly well, but she was also made aware of the fact that her facial expressions were now mirrored as cutesy emoticons on the outside. So... cute.

Eventually, Aimi and the rest of the girls were placed into a car, and off on a rather bumpy ride to their new base. Gunshots were heard in the background, though Aimi assumed that it was simply militia activity, maybe fighting those... Dixie Witches? However, things soon took a rather dark turn. Blood splattered across the window shield of the car, their driver's head blown clean off. Una vomited immediately, her output dripping from her mouth. “Why does there have to be blood everywhere we go...” In this case, Aimi couldn't help but agree with her question. The idol stared in shock as a single, well-armed girl landed on the ground in front of their vehicle, with trumpets playing, harking her arrival.

"I am the one and only Memoria! Tell me! Do you know what happened down here in November 1864?!?"

Why can't we just have one...normal...day....

Before Aimi (or anyone else) could reply, Pamela began firing off immediately. "Nice to meet you, Memoria but we don't really know what happened in 1968. Heck, we ddn't even exist then!" Jesus Christ. "Maybe you can ask our great granparents, if they aren't dead, and see if they have any Memoria of it!" Pamela snickered.

We're gonna die here.

Liv attempted to bring Pamela back to her senses. “Pamela!” Liv hissed. “Stop that! She has a musket!” Aimi nodded furiously, agreeing with the marionettist. That girl looks crazy. There's no way she won't hesitate to kill us! Realizing the gravity of the situation, Aimi took the mask out of her bag and placed it on her face shakily, her hands still splattered with hillbilly blood. The display lit up immediately. It was good to be prepared, and it seemed that Una had the same idea. With one of her fairies, she pointed a sword at the new girl in front of them. “I’m gonna end you very soon if you don’t explain yourself.” Everyone else seemed to be on edge, as well. Luce popped a pill that seemed to calm her down, Ophelia placed her hand in a way where she could easily transform, and Claire looked positively paralyzed with fear. Finally, Luce answered Memoria's question. "The burning of Atlanta? What about it?" Aimi's eyes widened beneath her mask. Why would a magical girl, presumably, stop them and kill their driver? Why would she bring up the razing of the South? In an attempt to connect the dots, the idol addressed Memoria.

"Something b-bad is going to happen here, right, Memoria? Is it.. Is it another Gheist? ( Ó ‸ Ó!)"

Aimi didn't know what this girl knew, what her abilities were, or any of her motiviations. But, it did seem like she knew something, and Aimi was going to pry as much information out of her without using her charm. Despite killing their driver, if Aimi's hunch was right, this girl might not be a hostile. ​

 

[Reis]

Annie watched the group of men unload boxes from a truck. Among them, only one seemed eager to approach her and her fellow girls. He was honestly the last person she would expect to be the chatty type: fat and clumsy, Cletus somehow managed to sound more awkward with every sentence he stuttered out. Annie was just about to greet him, but he was so absorbed with May's presence that she almost felt like she didn't even exist to him somehow. When he let out a low laugh, blushing like a kid at May's cheery greeting....

"Eeeeeeeehhh..." ....Creepy. Annie couldn't help but whisper her response, and she instinctively looked at the man with a dead look in her eyes. This guy was giving off some seriously top-tier stalker-ish vibes here, enough that even she could tell that something was off. She was caught even more off guard when Stonewall gave away that this was his son. Annie couldn't seem to find the resemblance no matter how hard she squinted her eyes and turned her head. Rather than excite her, the fact that someone like this had something awesome like a figurine collection made her feel a little bit less proud to be a self-proclaimed weeb. Putting aside her odd feelings towards Cletus, Annie finally turned her attention to her gift.

--

"Socoolsocoolsocoolsocoolsocoooooooool~" Annie rubbed her new weapon against her head affectionately, unloading her excitement on May with a cheerful smile on her face. Although it was true that she was a little more comfortable with the idol, she was mostly just talking to her because she was the closest girl there. "Hey May, I know this is like the hundred thousandth time I'm saying it but my gift is just SO COOL! It isn't even lethal so it's basically like a taser but it's okay because I have enough guns as-is but this one is Better because it's just so sleek and shiny and hey what was yours?" Annie suddenly started to scrutinize May, her flushed face closely scanning her for anything that looked even remotely gift-like. She was so hyperactive that she completely failed to notice the gunshots ringing out in the background.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the rear-mirror become splattered with gore. She let out a breath and put a hand to her mouth, unconsciously shifting her weight to defend May a bit more. She could still remember the way time slowed, back when that maid blasted May out the window. A part of her felt inclined to protect the idol from the masked woman that approached, hoping history would not manage to repeat itself. She watched Pamela and Luce take point, holding her weapon tight in preperation to act. For now she watched calmly, but she was ready to summon and control her mech at a moment's notice.

SadistPoet

 

[LoliCowboy]

The gunshot rang out, and Kyoko wondered if this had, indeed been the right idea after all.

When the strange girl had gone into the woods, she had followed. Anyone that odd had to have some connection to magical girls, right? But now...

She pressed forward regardless, straining to make out the words being exchanged by what she now realized was a group of people. She peered out from behind a tree, eyebrows raising slightly at the scene in front of her. The blood. The girls standing, tense, ready to fight. Perhaps not the best time to make an appearance. Or... Wasn't it? She saw fairies, a strange mask. Magical girls! She wouldn't have to take a flight to New York after all. She was somewhat pleased with this turn of events, as people were certainly not her forte, and she wasn't sure how she would have managed to book a flight anyhow. She took a deep breath, steadying some of the first real emotion she had felt in the last five years. Was this... excitement?

She would have to transform. This situation could easily go sideways, and she had to be ready. Who knew who was on what side? It was all so confusing, so much more stimuli than she was used to after being holed up in the lab for so long. So, transform she did, shuddering as she did so, joints popping and creaking. She stepped out silently from the trees.

"Is there a... Problem here, friends?" She asked in a voice dead and devoid of humanity. She could only hope for the best. The best, however, likely involved bloodshed on one side or the other. Such was life, she supposed. How was she to know? Her first time out in the world in five years... So much excitement already.

This violence was something human. She wanted to be part of it.

 

[SadistPoet]

The young woman walked down the street with a hand held at her side. It was burrowing through the small handbag she had slung over her shoulder, but her gaze was cast straight ahead. The streets weren’t very busy, but the heat was at work cooking everything within its reach. Her bare shoulders were already tinted red, and when she managed to pull out her phone the sun was so blaringly bright she couldn’t see a thing on the screen.

She paused and looked around. A cafe sat at the end of the lane and her eyes focused in on the sign promising cool, refreshing drinks. The woman practically ran to it, swinging through the door with a panting sigh. The barista gave her a strange look, but she was too overheated to care. Ordering a lemonade, she waited impatiently for a while before a voice called out through the shop.

“Linda?” Linda smiled and grabbed the drink, sliding into an empty seat near the AC. Whipping out her phone, she swiped while taking sips of the cool liquid. However, her swipe party was interrupted by a sick whine from her stomach. She passed it off as nothing, but it continued to gurgle and groan. Lina adjusted her posture feeling increasing tightness and discomfort come from her stomach. The suddenly Linda began to feel sickly, her stomach bubbling with an increasing burning pain. Becoming more and more bloated, she took another sip of the drink in hopes of feeling better, but only caused the opposite.

Without hesitation Linda sprung up and teetered her way to the bathroom, crossing her fingers that it wasn’t some single-stall type thing. She nearly collapsed into the door, sighing gratefully when she saw it rather had several stalls accompanied by an open space with sinks. She was hit with a wave of vicious nausea and stumbled to the sink, hanging her head down over it with shaking breaths.

She placed her hand on her taut, pained, belly hoping to find some sort of relief. Then suddenly an aggressive voice full of malice filled her ears, “How do you like the taste of laxative, bitch!?!” As the angry voice yelled this, her head suddenly went right through the sink she had leaned over. Fragments of the porcelain embedded themselves all across Linda’s face. One large chunk went right into her right eye socket, and then continued itself right into the outer edges of her frontal lobe. The sudden trauma to her brain hindered her decision making, thus not allowing her to transform quick enough.

A steel-toed boot met her side knocking over on her back. Linda screamed and screamed in torment. She was so focused on her agony that she could not see who, or what her attacker was. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” Is all she could scream. Linda hoped that her attacker would show her mercy, but that was just a pipe dream.

“Your actions!” A kick met her side once more, “Your words!” another kick, “Your keyboard warrioring! All caught up to you, eh Sweetcheeks?” Linda could not make any sense of what was happening due to her mind being a swirling torrent of pain. “Aw what’s that? Feeling a bit waterlogged? Here, let me help you bitch!” Suddenly, a strong stomp crushed down on her now solidly bloated stomach. A torrent of gas and vomit ejected from her body which coated herself in bodily waste. “Come on!” Her tormentor mocked, “Try something! Get up!” Linda managed to edge out enough animalistic focus to transform into her alter ego, Sweetcheeks.

This granted her enough strength to stand up, and try to defend herself. She could see her tormentor had white hair and a half-gas mask that covered half of her face.It revealed a singular red eye. Sweetcheeks fumbled forward half-blind in an attempt to inject her tormentor with poison.

“Ahhh…” The gasmask girl feigned fear in a monotone voice, “I’m shaking in my boots.” She sidestepped Sweetcheeks sloppy attack, stepped behind her, and then used her boot to send the girl into the wall. The impact with the wall only dug the porcelain fragment deeper into her skull.

In Sweetcheek’s jumbled confusion she began tossing herself about in a futile attempt to make contact with her attacker. She threw herself to the right in an attempt to inject them with poison, but met herself with nothing but thin air. She then accidentally brought both of her finger tips right onto her neck in a fit of confusion. Sweetcheeks began to pump herself full of her own venom.

“Wow! You really live up to your valley girl appearance! We lure you into a coffee shop, guzzle laxatives to keep yourself thin, inject yourself with your own poison! Shame you have blonde hair and blue eyes! You are a disappointment to the master race!” Sweetcheeks could not make sense of anything anymore. Her own poison was making it hard to focus, and her sudden strain of the foreign chemical put her in a fit of exhaustion. She slumped out across the floor. Sweetcheeks heard the signature snap of a camera. Then she felt her tormentor grasp her arm, “Short sleeves or long sleeves?” The menacing words just barely made it to her ears before she passed out.

--

(Ellie FC)

“Sissy! Sissy!” Ellie called out from the main lobby of the coffee shop, “Counter lady is getwing crazy!” Ellie bounced up and down in excitement looking at the barista who was now tied up. Utilizing her magical girl form, she materialized her weapon, which was a bolt-action rifle. She held it up in the tied up girls face, “Bang! Bang!” Ellie taunted.

Her big sister came out of the bathroom with Sweetcheeks in tow. She dragged her along, “Laxative trick worked better than expected. I didn’t expect my poison enhancing power could be THAT effective. Her belly puffed up like a fucking puffer fish.”

Ellie ran over to her big sister and grabbed onto her leg affectionately, “I wuv’ you sissy!” She was given a heartfelt head-pat in return for her affection.

"Love ya too Ellie,” Margaret spoke with affection in her voice, “By the by sis, did you lock up the building?”

“Yup! Yup! Yup! Locked, flipped the sign ta’ cwlosed, and all that!” She bounced up and down while holding onto her big sister's leg.

“Right, so we need to find out what to do with this busty barista.” Margaret crossed her arms while staring down the helpless girl, “You make the call - uh, by the way we should go by our magical names. Call me Memoria, and I’ll call you uh… wait you don’t have a name.”

“Meme!” Ellie shouted, “Call me meme!”

“Uh… no. We’ll pass on that. Remember, memes are brainwashing mechanisms engineered by the government,” Memoria looked up to the coffee shops menu. Her eyes traced the loopy handwriting. “Uh… we need a name you can remember, and pronounce. Chai… chai…. Cha…. cha-cha! You will be called cha-cha!”

Ellie began to dance in place, “Cha cha cha cha,” she chanted in celebration of her new-found name. A moan sounded from Sweetcheeks who was just now waking up once again, “Ooo! Big twuble!”

“No worries, just do the cha cha on her body,” Memoria remarked sarcastically. Cha-cha obliged and hopped onto Sweetcheeks, as her magical girl form boots had sharp blades on the bottoms.

“Cha cha cha!” Cha-cha danced on Sweetcheeks barely alive body, skewering and cutting up her once pristine skin. “Cha cha cha!” She cried out continuing to dance. Sweetcheek’s screams violently increased, her body seizing in pain-induced convulsions. However, her screams suddenly cut off and gave way to gasping gurgles and coughs. The convulsions got more and more violent, though they were no longer from pain.

Cha-cha backed away in confusion. The woman’s spasming body had become too shaky to stand on. Memoria stood behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder as they watched Sweetcheeks writhe. She grasped her stomach, her mouth hanging open. Several deep gashes popped open on her arms as if they were stitches splitting at the seams. For a few moments, orange fat and pink muscles were visible through the wounds before they filled up with a foamy liquid, stained pink by the blood.

A searing scream ripped through the air. Sweetcheeks suddenly fell still and the liquid in her arms visibly hardened into what looked like pink patches on her skin. Just as quickly as she had fallen still the woman jolted back up into a lunging position with a cry. Several ribbons emerged from the pink patches, slithering rapidly through the air. Memoria jolted into action as they neared her, grabbing Cha-cha and pulling the pair down under a table.

Sweetcheeks halted. The barista still sat behind the counter, rope binding her limbs. Her face shone an expression of terror. A single pink ribbon snaked through the air towards her. A muffled shriek escaped her lips. The ribbon slowly wrapped around her neck. The barista glanced down at it with tears welling in her eyes. She looked at Sweetcheeks with a silent plea.

A huge force slammed into Sweetcheek’s back, knocking her over and causing her to lose control of the ribbon. She flipped under the weight of whatever was on top of her to see Memoria rearing back a fist. It slammed into her face, driving the slice of porcelain wedged into her eye deeper.

Pained tears blurred the eye that she could still see through. Sweetcheeks desperately tried to move her ribbons, still unaware of just how to work her newfound mutation. One weakly traveled towards Memoria. The silver-haired girl grabbed it and viciously yanked it backwards, prompting a shriek from Sweetcheeks. In Memoria’s hand was the ribbon, the lower end covered in blood and followed by a chunk of her arm. The pink material quickly gave way to bloody muscle and fat before a dangling segment of bone.

Sweetcheeks fell still, rendered completely docile by the excruciating pain racking her system. “Guess that means long sleeve,” She mocked tirelessly. Grasping the long pink ponytail lying across the floor Memoria threw the girl up and against the table Cha-cha was still hiding under. At this point any facade Sweetcheeks had been upholding was knocked down and hot tears streamed down her face. The salt got into the wounds, only prompting her to cry more.

Cha-cha looked at Memoria and she nodded. The younger girl then pulled the shard of porcelain out of Sweetcheek’s eye. A broken iris and deep pit where her pupil formerly sat was visible through the muddled mess of blood. A mumbled string of begs ran from the vomit and drool dripping from her mouth. Cha-cha proceeded to take off her boot and jam it, sole first, into Sweetcheek’s eye.

Her eye was completely decimated, turned into red mush. “Get her other one too!” Memoria cheered. Cha-cha complied, and soon what was left of her vision was almost completely turned black. She could see Cha-cha’s rage, twisted with rage, through a red haze and sea of black spots. Though her mind was encompassed in agony Sweetcheeks could feel her skin start to prickle and burn.

She peered down to see angry red boils popping up across her bloodied arms and legs. They grew redder and redder and even started throbbing before a particular burning sensation started up. The boils had released a runny translucent liquid which seemed to burn her skin more and more as it traveled down her body.

A bang sounded and Sweetcheeks looked up at her attackers. Before she could process the smoking gun grasped in the girl’s hand pain started in her abdomen. She could feel layers of skin splitting beneath the sharp bullet. An arc of blood sprayed out from the shot, Sweetcheeks clutching at the gaping hole just under her ribcage. Blood spurted through her fingertips as she gasped and looked up at Cha-cha.

Cha-cha smiled and a clicking rang from her gun. “No--” She choked out. A bullet raced through the air and landed square in between Sweetcheek’s eyes. She gasped and desperately rose her other hand to the wound before another shot was fired to the same spot, this time cutting through her hand too. Unconsciousness temporarily overtook her before yet another pain seared across her face.

The porcelain embedded in her face seemed to flatten into the skin, forming white swaths across her cheeks and forehead. It smoothed with the edges of her skin before shattering. She rose her hand to her cheek, feeling the shattered pieces. Her fingers caught against the edges of one and she dug her nails into it, trying to pry it out. But the porcelain refused to move, almost as if it had melded with her natural skin. Sweetcheeks leaned forward with an inhuman sob. She could just barely see Cha-cha cock her gun back and thrust the barrel into her head, sending her spiraling into the depths of sweet unconsciousness.


Georgia Back Road


"Socoolsocoolsocoolsocoolsocoooooooool~"


"Hey May, I know this is like the hundred thousandth time I'm saying it but my gift is just SO COOL! It isn't even lethal so it's basically like a taser but it's okay because I have enough guns as-is but this one is Better because it's just so sleek and shiny and hey what was yours?"


May crossed her arms and pouted, “It’s really powerful! I can’t tell you though~” May looked away from Annie trying to hide any annoyance on her face. Even May found it hard to smart off at the energetic girl. They were suddenly interrupted by the drivers brains being splattered all over the back window. May immediately threw herself from the back of the truck, and found cover behind it. She spared no time to transform, but remained huddled down.

I’m gonna end you very soon if you don’t explain yourself,” Una said.

This was also followed up by Luce remarking, "The burning of Atlanta? What about it?"

Memoria landed in the center of the road, “Woah woah. Hold your horses princess pudge.” She turned her attention to Luce who answered her question, “Yes! At-least one of you has a normal amount of chromosomes. I’m doing this for multiple different reasons, but I want to teach you guys a little lesson.”

"Is there a... Problem here, friends?" A girl interrupted Memoria before she could continue.

“Oh uh! Hello! Fall right on with these lovely ladies. They are about to need all the help they can get! You seem like you are pretty capable, considering you have a nail through your skull. Anyways, we stand in the location where General Sherman marched through over one-hundred years ago. He burned all the infrastructure down in his path to decimate the Confederacy. The Northern states covered up that event to hide General Sherman's war crimes. Now, God himself has given ME the power to show first hand, what that motherfucker did to the right side of that war!” A whistle sounded from the woods, “Oh but first! Cha-Cha is ready! Do it sis!”

A spatial distortion opened up a few meters in the air and a body fell through it with a rope around her neck. The portal remained open leaving the girl dangling, “Meet Sweetcheeks! She is looking a little less sweet at the moment!” Mutated bloody ribbon hung from her arms, boils coated her body, and where her eyes once were at were just gaping holes, “This is what happens when you talk shit about my sweet little sister! And because Aimi and Una are such little bitches - I welcome you to the Civil War!”

Before any reaction could be made the world suddenly warped around them. Sweet cheeks suddenly fell from her perch, falling with pustules on her body bursting from the impact. She screamed in pain, unable to move. Down the road, several Civil War era soldiers marched in blue uniforms. They tossed torches into the forest leaving a burning wall of fire behind them. Closer examination would show that these soldiers were not human, but instead walking skeletons. They paused about 500ft away from the girls, the front line went prone, the second row crouched, and the third row remained standing. The undead brought their muskets to level. They were about to fire. Behind their formation, the wall of fire stopped, seemingly moving with them.

Everyone was present with the girls… except Lyudmila. Somehow, during the teleportation she was sent elsewhere. Instead of being sent to some kind of pocket dimension that merely imitated the Civil War, she slipped through the cracks of reality. She burst from a pile of goo, looking around at a lifeless husk of a world. Barren and devoid of any life. Several hulking metal corpses littered the land…. She was eternally separated from the girls.

 

[Kitt]

| AIMI |

“Woah woah. Hold your horses, princess pudge.” Memoria turned her attention to Luce, who had answered her question. “Yes! At-least one of you has a normal amount of chromosomes. I’m doing this for multiple different reasons, but I want to teach you guys a little lesson.” A lesson? Aimi's eyes widened. She recognized that speech pattern, and the abrasive tone. That bitch from Magi Chat, and the daughter of that shit spilling bastard. Aimi's uncharacteristically hateful thoughts were interrupted by a newcomer. Another magical girl, presumably, based on the fact that she resembled Frankenstein. "Is there a... Problem here, friends?" Dead eyes, dead voice. She's seen some things.

Seemingly taken aback by the new girl for a moment, Memoria continued on her tirade. “Oh uh! Hello! Fall right on with these lovely ladies. They are about to need all the help they can get! You seem like you are pretty capable, considering you have a nail through your skull. Anyways, we stand in the location where General Sherman marched through over one-hundred years ago. He burned all the infrastructure down in his path to decimate the Confederacy. The Northern states covered up that event to hide General Sherman's war crimes. Now, God himself has given ME the power to show first hand, what that motherfucker did to the right side of that war!” She's a fucking Nazi. Of course she is. Fucking stupid racist bitch. “Oh but first! Cha-Cha is ready! Do it sis!”

Suddenly, a portal opened in the sky above them, and a horribly mangled body dangled from above. Her flesh was open and oozing in certain areas, with both of her eyes gouged out, the holes gaping and bloody. Aimi gagged, the scent of vomit, blood, and waste striking her nose. “Meet Sweetcheeks! She is looking a little less sweet at the moment!” The girl from Magi Chat?! She was a weird, two-faced bitch too, but that means those threats were real! “This is what happens when you talk shit about my sweet little sister! And because Aimi and Una are such little bitches - I welcome you to the Civil War!”

The world warped, making Aimi's already uncomfortable stomach more uneasy. Sweet Cheeks fell, landing in a puddle of her own shit, vomit, and the seemingly acidic pus that the boils covering her body emitted. Her screams of agony fell onto the idol's sensitive ears, the soundwaves bouncing inside of her head. It seemed like it would never end, the paralyzed, wretched form of Sweet Cheeks screeching in pain. Further down from their position, skeletal soldiers, clad in blue uniforms, approached the girls, a wall of flame forming behind them. They began to set up in a firing position, one that Aimi knew well enough from her textbooks: Gentleman's warfare. Muskets aimed, leveled at herself and the rest of the team. She had to act.


| AKUMA |

Tapping the corner of the mask, Aimi activated the self-charm ability. If anything, this was the best time to test it out. This was, if anything, some sort of pocket dimension. Incredibly powerful ability, belonging either to Memoria or her sister. They had to pull out all of the stops. You can't be scared now. Harness any anger you feel, that you've felt, and put it into this battle. You cannot lose. Light flashed, and everything seemed hazy, now-- Except for the new, bubbling rage that the otherwise kind girl felt in her chest. Aimi thrust her arm out, just like in New York. Her scythe materialized, the staff forming first, eventually arcing into the blade. With her weapon, the rest of her transformation completed on its own, a pastel pink dress bursting from her normal civilian clothing. It seemed that she was the first to act, and there was no time for hesitation. In fact, Aimi's ability to hesitate was completely voided, and she jumped straight into what she thought needed to be done.

Akuma began her forceful assault by rushing the soldiers. She knew that they would be able to fire before she closed the distance between them; Magical girls were fast, but 500ft is still a pretty long distance to run in a second or two. Aimi reached the position where Sweet Cheeks laid. The idol crushed one of the girl's finger bones beneath her heel, drawing a loud, agonized scream from her mangled maw. "Thanks for your sacrifice, you hateful bitch." Using the soundwaves produced from Sweet Cheeks' cries, Aimi swung them forward with her scythe, forming a solid barrier between the soldiers and the girls. Any bullets that hit this barrier while it remained active would have simply stopped, and fallen in front of her defensive wall of sound.

Confident that this would hold for at least two waves of gunfire, Aimi turned back to the rest of the Protectors. When she spoke, her tone was darker, unlike her normally higher pitched, bubbly tone. Anger and frustration would be obvious in the undertones of her speech. "Get a fuckin' move on. We don't have time to stand with our mouths open slack jawed. This isn't the weirdest thing that's happened." With this, Aimi leapt back, away from her barrier, and landed behind the rest of the girls. "The barrier will hold for two rounds of gunfire. You have until then to kill all of those Skelesoldiers." Aimi's expression darkened into one of someone seeking revenge, as she spoke one last time to her comrades.

"I have a lying Nazi bitch to go kill. Anyone care to join me?"

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[InsaneAsylum]

Princess Peril​

Una regretted not taking Memoria out when she had the chance. Now, she and the girls were stuck in the underworld version of the civil war with skeletons getting ready to shoot them, the girl Sweet Cheeks lying half dead in the middle of the battlefield, and a wall of fire trying to annihilate everything. To top it all off Memoria had called her princess pudge.

A faint smile crept onto Una’s lips.

“This is why you save your anger for the real world Aimi~! Try not to do anything stupid, ok~?” Una said this to Aimi with s grin, just before watching the little idol dash forward.

Una hopped into the air. In a burst of golden sweetness, her Pineapple Star formed under her feet, propelling her at an angle into the air towards the skeleton soldiers. Una noticed that Aimi was already talking action, charging towards the soldiers herself, but instead of slicing them up, she created some sort of barrier between them and the rest of the girls. Turning back to her own task, she jumped off of the pineapple star from her new position in the air. Her two little fairies rapidly turned yellow as she came closer to the ground, but before she got too close, Korola transformed into a slide beneath her!

Una slid down the slide and straight towards the ranks of skeleton soldiers. Khana transformed into a spear, and Korola changed herself into a circular shield inspired by her friend Pamela.

Fortunately when the shots rang out Una had her vulnerable areas covered by the shield. Everything else her Lemon armor handled without any trouble. She charged into the midst of the soldiers and began her tirade of wide swings and bullet blocking with her shield and armor. Being in Lemon, Una moved very fast, and her swings easily took down anything caught in her range.

 

[LoliCowboy]

"I have a lying Nazi bitch to go kill. Anyone care to join me?"

Kyoko cocked her head. Bloodshed, indeed, though perhaps faster than expected. She looked at the girl lying crumpled on the ground, feeling something close to pity. She remembered being made to feel so small, so helpless. It was an awful position to be put in. She thought her hatred was reserved for the Gheists, but, she reflected, perhaps it was just for those causing suffering.

“This is why you save your anger for the real world Aimi~! Try not to do anything stupid, ok~?” Kyoko watched the girl rocket forward, and felt a thrill of energy run through her. It was time. Time to earn a place among these girls, to avenge the victim soaked through with blood and vomit and all manner of unspeakable things. She was all too familiar with blood, but death and all its accompanying factors was just different. Not that she had never seen it, but it had always been so controlled. So sterile. Nothing like this.

Two breeds of murder, but murder all the same
.
She stretched her right arm out, and with a sickening crack of bone and spasm of muscle, a massive hammer extended itself from her hand. She cracked her neck. She could really go for some skeleton smashing after the day she'd had. The weeks, the month, the year. Years. It might be... What was the word? Cathartic?
She activated her density control, feeling the hammer's weight virtually disappear. No need for that until it was actually time to connect with something. She reduced her own density slightly, feeling the nausea-inducing tug in her gut that went with it, and sprang forward, dashing past those around her and toward the skeletal soldiers. Her face remained a blank slate, but her thoughts were whirring. Two rounds of gunfire. Not that she couldn't take a hit, or several, but she didn't enjoy getting shot. That had been one of the tests that those lovely parents of hers had concocted before she had left.
She swung the hammer out in a wide arc, driving its density as high as she could manage to and still maintain her grip, feeling the almost too-satisfying crunch of bone beneath it. Was this really all that humanity was, now? Machines and massacres? That was what she had seen of the world, and the feeling coiled in her gut like a snake made of ice. What that peculiar sensation actually meant, she had no idea. She had a hypothesis, though:

It was nothing good.

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela

“Pamela! Stop that! She has a musket!"

Liv tugged at the Mexican's sleeves


"Pam! Don't even right now--"

Some of the girls, notably the gentler bunch, didn't like her joke. Not her fault her sense of humour came up at the wrong time.

Memoria either ignored her joke or didn't care at all

“Woah woah. Hold your horses, princess pudge.”

Memoria's bitchy voice was directed at Una. She just called her princess pudge!? Wow, this bitch sure knew how to make her mad.

Luce anwsered her question. Did she want to burn this whole place down?

“Yes! At-least one of you has a normal amount of chromosomes. I’m doing this for multiple different reasons, but I want to teach you guys a little lesson.”

Little lesson? Pamela's eyes widened. That speech The girl from Magi Chat! The one that got banned! It made sense now. She started to slowly unzip her pocket, hand still on the pan. Was she angry because she got banned?

"Is there a... Problem here, friends?"

A girl that looked like a better looking Frankenstein stepped in, making Pamela wonder if she was a helper of Memoria's

“Oh uh! Hello! Fall right on with these lovely ladies. They are about to need all the help they can get! You seem like you are pretty capable, considering you have a nail through your skull. Anyways, we stand in the location where General Sherman marched through over one-hundred years ago. He burned all the infrastructure down in his path to decimate the Confederacy. The Northern states covered up that event to hide General Sherman's war crimes. Now, God himself has given ME the power to show first hand, what that motherfucker did to the right side of that war!” A whistle sounded from the woods, “Oh but first! Cha-Cha is ready! Do it sis!”

This bitch was crazy! A portal thing appeared above them, with an eyeless, definately torn girl hanging from it, the sight making Pamela grimace.

“Meet Sweetcheeks! She is looking a little less sweet at the moment!”

Green eyes widened. She'd recognize that name anywhere! Another girl from Magi Chat, and a sweet one, hence the name. The chef started to growl.

"This is what happens when you talk shit about my sweet little sister! And because Aimi and Una are such little bitches - I welcome you to the Civil War!"

Pamela couldn't react, because the world was warping, making the brunnete uneasy and dizzy. When they finally stopped at a battlefield?.

There were skeletons with guns with fire behind them, the already injured Sweetcheeks was screaming in agony and Aimi turned from a shy and nice girl to an angry revengeful bitch. Heck, she even broke one of Sweetcheek's fingers to get soundwaves. She suddenly turned to the others, after making a barrier of some sort.

"I have a lying Nazi bitch to go kill. Anyone care to join me?"

“This is why you save your anger for the real world Aimi~! Try not to do anything stupid, ok~?”

Pamela deducted that both Una and Aimi went mad. She was right though, they had to fight.

"This is why I hate car rides"

Pamela muttered and transformed into..


Pan Pan

Pamela made Sweetcheeks her first priority, and ran to her before manifesting a tamale and kneeling next to her

"There there, you're gonna be okay, this is gonna hurt abit"

Pamela opened her apron pocket and started putting Sweetcheeks in.

"Where you're going, is gonna be safe, you won't feel any movement and you can heal and rest okay?"

She whispered softly and finally put her in, before tossing five or so tamales in.

The chef turned to the skeleton army and took her pan and her Butcher Knife and went to attack, blocking and swiping away bullets with her pan and slashing the spines of the skeletons instead to fully be done with them. Mid-kill, she turned to the others

"Someone should lend Aimi a-"

Bang!

A shot to the shoulder, making Pam bit her lip and finishe it off. She bit on a tamale as she slashed another skelesoldier's spine, making her wounds heal.

Whatever caused the problem the were now dealing with, it was definately not her joke.

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[Dawnsx]

Insults spilled from Memoria’s lips as she addressed the girls who spoke, and Liv was becoming increasingly doubtful of the girl’s mental stability. Jerod had gotten to his feet, positioning himself between Liv and Memoria protectively. Then, just as suddenly as Memoria appeared, a new girl stepped out of the woods, looking less human and more... Monster-like. The nail in her head was reminiscent of Frankenstein, and she was no doubt another magical girl.

Liv couldn’t focus on Memoria’s little history lesson as she tried to process their new ally...? Was this new girl even an ally?

Before she could make sense of the situation, a spacial distortion appeared in the air, and a girl fell through with a rope tied around her neck, leaving her hanging in mid-air. Her gruesome appearance made Liv flinch, and Jerod did a full body cringe at the sight.

“Christ, that’s even worse than what happened to May,” Jerod whispered.

Liv felt dizzy and sick to the stomach. Nothing going on was making sense. She thought this place that Miss Fuka brought them to would be safe, but all that they were met with were more nutjobs that were perhaps even more dangerous than the soldiers from Pretty Tower.

In the midst of Liv’s resentment towards their luck, she nearly missed Memoria’s words.

“-I welcome you to the Civil War!”

Before Liv knew it, their world had warped. Sweetcheeks, still conscious apparently, fell from the air and landed with a scream. Civil War soldiers - skeletons? - marched and took position to attack. It was only Aimi’s actions that snapped Liv out of her stupor.

Sweat beading at her forehead, Liv triggered her transformation. Immediately, Jerod leapt from his spot and rushed towards the soldiers, throwing knives in hand. A bullet whizzed through the air and connected with Jerod’s forehead, but it simply bounced off of him, leaving him unscathed. Once in range, he threw the knives with deadly precision, meeting the skeletons’ skulls with a crunch.

Aimi’s barrier was reassuring, but her anger and violence shook Liv to the core. Nausea climbed its way up her throat when she stepped roughly on Sweetcheeks’s finger, and her harsh words felt... Wrong. Aimi wasn’t acting like the sweet girl Liv knew, but she didn’t have the time to delve into the issue.

Liv couldn’t fight well on her own, so she left the fighting to the others and shifted her attention to Sweetcheeks, who’d already been stuffed several tamales by Pamela. Liv wasn’t sure if the girl could fight, or even have the energy to fight, so she took out a small dagger – something she prepped in case of emergencies like this – and stood guard near Sweetcheeks in case any skeletons targeted them.

”Sweetcheeks, are you alright?” Liv called out, raising her dagger cautiously. Pamela may have helped Sweetcheeks with her wounds, but Aimi was openly hostile towards her. Liv didn’t know if Sweetcheeks would see them as friend or foe, so it wouldn’t hurt to be careful. ”Do you think you can lend us a hand with fighting those skeletons? And maybe we can help you get back at those girls who did that to you?”

Liv hoped that would sound appealing to Sweetcheeks. After all, the enemy of an enemy is a friend, right?

 

[SadistPoet]

May

May remained in the back of the formation once they were suddenly warped into whatever hellscape this "Memoria" had devised. She was still suffering from the trauma of being shot multiple times, then falling several floors, and finally being impaled by twisted metal. Then all that horrible noise of gunfire and the tell-tale splurches and splats of innocent people being picked off enmasse by some shadowy group. Then someone plucked her off the car like a chunk of curvaceous meat to be taken god knows where. She remembered mindlessly activating her powers to fend them off in a last ditch effort, but that was not enough. Thankfully Una came to rescue her...

Now Una was up their doing her best to fend off skeletons, Aimi too! Her fear turned into burning passion. She had to protect everyone while also one-upping her fellow celebrities. Aimi had cleverly deflected a volley of gunfire via utilizing Sweetcheek's screams. May began bounding forward preparing to leap in the air, and then slam down in the formation of the skeleton soldiers. They would all be absolutely DESTROYED - that was if May ever made it to the ground.

"Take this!" She shouted as plummeted to the ground with mallet in hand. May had suddenly gained a massive degree of confidence, all of this was taken away in less than three seconds. A spatial distortion opened up right between her and the soldiers.

"Shabam!" Memoria proudly exclaimed as May came flying through the portal right into the stock of a rifle. It made a cracking impact with May's face,

"Home wun!" Chacha cried out in joy hopping up and down.

May flew a few meters to a skidding halt. They were atop a treeless hilltop a good distance away from the fighting. She stood up and materialized her mallet, "AHG! I am SO not letting you get out of here alive!"

Chacha began to open fire with her rifle, but May reacted quickly and materialized a rock candy pillar to block the shots. She hit the pillar with her mallet sending chunks of rock hard candy flying at the pair. Chacha was nowhere to be seen, although Memoria was on her knees reeling in pain from the impact. May jumped forwards, but in an instant moment things all went to hell again. It was a ruse - Memoria made herself look vulnerable to make May jump forwards into another spatial distortion. This time she exited into a pit of spikes covered in shit. "Ah FUCK! HELP! HELP! HELP!" May cried out in agony. Her entire body was impaled barring her head.

"Looks like you're being penetrated from multiple angles pop-star. Not a big deal right? You use to it?" Memoria's voice called from above the pit.

"Penetrate! Penetrate! Penetrate!" Chacha's voice sang in glee.

I have to be a hero May thought to herself - I have to free myself. I have to protect everyone. I have to show I'm worth something!

May utilized her pain as a catalyst and ripped herself from the spikes. She used a rock candy pillar to force herself upwards suddenly, but again, poor May sent herself through a spatial distortion. This time right into the strike zone of Una who was about to rip through more skeletons...

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[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo"



interacted ➜ Aimi Kitt , Memoria SadistPoet
mentioned ➜ Kyoko LoliCowboy , Una InsaneAsylum
location ➜ Rural Georgia

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Luce's eyes were still on the newcomer when gasmask turned to her in response to her answer. She had to tear her eyes away from the broad nail driven straight through her head to look at the silver-haired woman monologuing triumphantly. Each word brought a new level of disgust to her face. "Damn it are you seriously a fucking Nazi?" Her hand twitched at her side, almost as if it meant to go to her mouth, and she shot the girls behind her a sheepish smile like she was saying "Whoops, didn't mean to say that".

Before Luce could get another a word out what seemed to be a hole opened up in the air. Suddenly a girl snapped out, blonde hair matted to her twisted cheeks with bright red blood. Her eyes-- Holy hell... Luce keeled over and clutched at her stomach. Holes were bored where her eyes should be, the only trace of anything human a rolling drop of blood falling down like a tear from her right eye. Her hair shifted out of her face to reveal shattered porcelain.

She dipped her head down towards the ground but she could still see her cut-up torso and pink ribbons swaying weakly in the air. The grass under her hands quickly turned rougher and when she looked up a burning fire raged behind a battalion of... What the absolute mother of fucking god are those skeletons.

Luce jumped up and spun around. The medication was already taking effect and the added bonus of the familiarity of being in her magical girl state calmed her down. A set of ghostly wings splayed out over her head. She turned in response to an especially piercing scream from the mangled, should-be-corpse of the girl on the ground. Aimi was relentlessly going to work on finger with no mercy. The sight brought sweat to Luce's brow. Where was the popstar? Where was Aimi?

Her mind traveled back to the broadcast she had heard snippets from. "Aimi, no the DEVIL..."

Well fuck.

She saw Una hop over to her and mutter a few words before jumping up onto her pineapple with a smile. Aimi then drew her scythe and sent the soundwaves generated by the scream shooting forward to form a barrier. Luce ran over to her side with a grateful half-smile. She listened along with her speech with a few nods. "Make sure you're careful, can we even kill them? I mean, they're skeletons, right?" Luce shot back to the other girls before turning to face the "devil". "I'd like to join," She snarled, her voice lowering to match Aimi's new tone.

The girl grabbed handfuls of steel feathers from the wings. Tips cut into her palms, drawing blood, but she barely felt it through the mix of adrenaline clogging her system.

linda "sweetcheeks"



interacted ➜ Liv Dawnsx , Pam ElenaIsCool
mentioned ➜ none
location ➜ Rural Georgia

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Sweetcheeks barely felt anything. Her neck was a bit sore but nothing compared to the absolute hellfire raging over every other inch of her body. In fact, she couldn't even see the ground shift underneath her and was completely clueless until her feet hit the ground with a crack and the pustules dotting her skin burst once more. She could feel sharp pains poking through her foot. It was like her bones were glass. A sharp fire overtook her senses and a desperate cry fell from her mauled jaw.

She could barely move her face at all. Even in the excruciating pain of the moment the woman found a way to worry about her future. How am I supposed to talk? How am I supposed to go out in public like this? Supposed to be an accountant. Supposed to do something. Supposed to just sit down for a lemonade, but no, oh no no.

Pain.
pain

so much pain

painpainpainpain

All she felt was her back arch against the rough ground and her eyes nearly pop out of her head. A figure moved over her. Soon even her back gave out and she lay limp against the ground. Reduced to a mere bystander. Forced to watch as whatever was playing out took her. The crushed finger twitched weakly at her side. She could feel shards of bone poking at her skin.

Staring up at the sky she watched the clouds move. The horizon was tinged with fiery red and waves of heat washed over her crumpled body. A girl's face interrupted her view, holding out morsel of food in her hand while her lips formed urgent shapes. Sweetcheeks was just only hanging on to her senses. Her lips contorted into a twisted ring. She couldn't talk and was somewhat sure that attempting to force something down would only cast more pain upon her.

Hands shifted under her and she was cast into a pit of darkness. She landed on the ground with a thump. Well, not exactly the ground, per se. Everything was just dark. The only thing breaking up the relentless darkness was a shifting slit of white light far above her. Her lips managed to curl up into a distorted scowl. The ribbons still hanging from her arms slowly to climbed their way to the light, sliding out before launching her up.

She was tossed back into whatever this reality was, albeit painfully. Several of the ribbons had been caught on the pocket of food girl's apron, hanging out and dangling chunks of flesh and bone staining said apron. In turn, gaping chunks of Sweetcheek's arms were missing. Her mouth felt like it had been sewn shut. Another voice broke through the air. Hearing was leaking back into her ears, though everything was awfully staticy, like an old movie.

The girl was asking if she was ok. How did she know her name? Sweetcheeks focused on the pain. It was unpleasant, but it gave her the power to wrap the now red ribbons around the limbs of these two girls. She jerked them towards her, to the point where they were both no less than 10 feet away from the incapacitated woman. She shook her head. This was no condition to fight in.

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pan Pan

When the bullet wound had healed, Pamela saw out of the corner of her eye, ribbons, bloody ones coming right out of her apron pocket

"What the fu-"

Her sentence was cut short by the jump something made, landing on the floor rather painfully. The 'something' ended up being no one other that Sweetcheeks.
Apparently, she didn't enjoy her dip to the void and by what her wounds told her, she didn't eat, and it stained her apron, to her disgust. Even the smiley face turned into a disgusted one. What a waste of energy.
Pamela scowled at the thought while Liv checked on the girl. The glint of a dagger on Liv's hand surprised the chef, who knew, by obvious reasons, that Liv was not the fighting kind.

"Here, use this and aim for the spines. It's sharper"

Pamela handed Liv one of her many knives, somewhat worrying for her arm. She wondered if she could even fight well with a wooden arm. Pam turned to Sweetcheeks, who just pulled the both of them to her with her blood stained-flesh filled stinking ribbons and shook her head at Liv's question.

"God, Lady, stop being so cheeky and eat the food I gave you. It heals wounds and where I sent you would keep you safe, but since you prefer a battlefield then we should-"

Pamela's rant was cut off as she saw, on the corner of her eye, May apparently falling to where Una was striking.

Mierda

"Keep Cheeky alive will you, Liv?"

Pamela said before running to May, ignoring the scraping of bullets. One almost hit her waist, but she was too fast for it, thank God. Putting her energy on her legs, the girl jumped over Una and caught May, but didn't land so gracefully. She ended up tumbling, and the feeling of rocks scraping some part of her face and the rough surface hurt but she still didn't let go of May. When the painful tumbling ceased, the Mexican found herself in a sitting position, still clutching May. After a few minutes, she let go and gave May a playful glare mixed with an obvious look of relief

"Why do you like to fall to your death so much?"


(//I just had to, sorry for ruining it for the ones that planned to save her)

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[SadistPoet]

Battlefield (Pam & May)

"Why do you like to fall to your death so much?"

Before May could spit out an answer, her face contorted to one of shock and terror. A dark shadow overtook the two girls, and by the time Pamela would look up, she would be surrounded by several skeletal soldiers with bayonets fixed on their muskets. It would become obvious what had just happened. In Pamela's heroic attempt to save May, she just dove into the formation of skeletons, leaving her vulnerable. Furthermore, she had tumbled behind their formation into the wall of fire behind them. Pamela would not notice this (Due to her fire immunity), but she would definitely feel it when she felt the crackling of May's skin as she literally was cooked alive.

The skeleton soldiers, dozens of them, thrust their muskets with great power through Pamela who was vulnerable to their attacks due to her diving into the formation. She was now like a pincushion for over a dozen razor sharp blades. They penetrated through the pun-spouting girl and stabbed right into May, who could not pull herself away due to her literally being skewered to Pamela. All she could do is scream as she literally was baked alive - her scorched body now hairless, and now sizzling from the inside.

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