[Main] Pretty Pretty Slaughter

Cleo Donovan


Perhaps everything would’ve gone much better if they have started with a plan. As her glowing yellow eyes took in everything that’s happening among the chaos, the thought couldn’t help but slip into her mind. Transformed into Cinis, Cleo’s grip on Ignis tightened, knowing it’s a bit too late now to think about that.

Just moments earlier, they were curiously opening up their gifts. Cletus was an interesting man, at least in her eyes. The way his giant, round figure stumbled forward, stuttered as he spoke and clumsily offered them their presents that were, as expected, given by Ms. Turner. She raised an eyebrow but wasn’t surprised when Cletus was in particular delighted by May’s presence, and was easily deluded by her fake, cheerful demeanor. It’s a common scene that happened often enough that Cleo didn’t really pay anymore attention, instead was rather amused to know that he’s Mr. Stonewall’s son.

Everyone had a different reaction toward their gifts, but were mostly pleased. Cleo blinked when she saw that hers was a vape. Ah...A useless one? Was the initial thought that passed by her head before she read on with the note that came with the vape.

Huh. Well, that’s not too bad then.

She has always preferred cigarettes over vaping, for it gives her greater satisfaction and pleasure. Sure, she vaped before, even learned a couple tricks with the smoke that came out, but eventually she’d always return to her mint cigarettes. Her gift was pleasant with the advantages that it brought forth, and having a downside over using it too much was within expectations. Cleo smiled as she studied her gift while they were being driven to their new home, the exchanges of excitement or conversations between other magical girls entered her ears and exit the other as she proceed to try the vape out.

She formed rings with the smoke that came out, not minding, at that moment, the presence of other girls, and tried to feel if anything felt different in her body. She only felt like her insides are getting a bit hot, but nothing else. She would’ve tested some explosions out if she’s not in a vehicle.

Perhaps her attention would’ve lingered on the vape a little longer if their driver wasn’t suddenly killed.

Immediately, Cleo had looked up, her eyes narrowing. The sudden death didn’t falter her, but she could feel the abrupt threat that had just landed itself upon them. The random chorus of trumphets filled her ears with the appearance of a mysterious girl with silver white hair and her face mostly covered by a gas mask. Pamela and Una went on guard, taunting back as Liv anxiously warned Pamela while tugging on her sleeves. Everyone was tense. And like a couple other, Cleo didn’t speak up either, instead she had quietly judged the situation.

The mysterious girl who introduced herself as Memoria asked a question that was answered by Luce. Cleo didn’t know or remember that much history, so she wouldn’t know the answer to whatever happened on November 1864.

But it seemed like by answering her question, they had triggered the opening of a new hell’s door. Aimi was right, something bad is going to happen here.

She didn’t bother trying to remember who General Sherman is or what he did to the confederacy, but as the spatial distortion opened up a few meters above them and a body fell through with a rope around her neck, Cleo immediately figured it to be a bad omen. Sweetcheeks? It is of an unfamiliar name to her, but she may as well be another magical girl--tortured, however, with holes in place of eyes, boils over her body and bloody ribbons hanging from her arm. Judging from the situation, Memoria’s probably the one who did this to her--maybe even with another partner.

Cha-cha. Or so Memoria called out as her sister. So she’s not their only threat. Cleo frowned.

She didn’t know who Sweetcheeks is. she didn’t know why Memoria seemed to be displeased by Una and Aimi in particular either, but whatever happened next had initiated Cleo to immediately transform.

The world changed accompanied with Sweetcheeks’ agonizing screams as she fell, and the loud declaration from the girl to welcome them to the Civil War.

Walls of flames burst around them as the forests woods cracked under the fire. Marching skeleton soldiers approached them, then stopped around 500ft away. They brought forth their muskets, with the wall of fire stopping behind them, and readied to fire them at the magical girls.

The events that happened next then passed by rather quickly, jumbled up enough together to create a huge chaos.

….

Did Aimi hit her head? No, it’s probably the mask.

The once anxious idol had presented herself with an entire new persona that Cleo was not familiar with. Even the way she crushed the magical girl’s finger bones beneath her heels, and those cold, brutal words that came out from that very same mouth. She’s not the Aimi she knows. Did that mask change her personality?

What had Francecsa Turner given her?

Now, however, was no time to think about that. A snort couldn’t help but escape her lips as Cleo heard Aimi unfittingly told everyone to get a move on and join her to kill a lying Nazi bitch. And she rarely snorts.

As if she needed someone to say that to her, like being thrown into a random historical war against the undead wasn’t wild enough already. With every invitation to a new type of battle Cleo’s eyes always tended to glisten with a hint of excitement, and there’s no exception this time.

Undeniably, the sound wave barrier that Aimi created was useful. With a jump, white orbs of explosions settled beneath her feet and she launched into the air, before using the explosions to dash and zoom toward the skeleton soldiers. She felt it immediately, the difference in her powers.

She’s more powerful now. The explosions held greater force and she could generate more of them at once. She’s stronger than before. But she’s aware that it’s not because of her own personal growth. The vape--the vape that Ms. Turner had given her had proved to her its potential.

She heard the bullets sizzled by her ears and she jumped higher up into the sky. With her arms pointing down sideways she aimed at the giant groups of skeleton soldiers, two huge white orbs formed in front of her then landed straight down at her targets, accompanied by multiple minier ones floating around.

“Boom.”

Cleo mumbled under her breath as loud explosions happened one after another below her, and she couldn’t help hiding a smirk. Having greater powers--being stronger--is as satisfying as it can almost be addicting.

She spotted the other magical girls fighting, Una with Luce joining, and even noticing the little doll of Liv’s throwing knives with deadly precision straight through the skeleton’s skulls.

Oh?

He reminded her of Chucky from the horror movie with that tiny doll figure and knives.

Has he gotten stronger? The bullets that aimed for him didn’t seem to hurt him at all. Was it also due to Ms. Turner’s gifts? How did she get all these gifts in the first place?

It was also at that moment that she noticed the presence of another magical girl.

Ah, she’s the one who got randomly dragged into this mess too, was Cleo’s initial thought. She’d never seen her before, but her magical girl appearance was rather unique with a nail through her head. As far as she could re-collect, she’d just spoken a single line then Memoria had brought her forth into this realm too.

Is she supposed to feel fortunate to have another comrade here in this situation…? Or sorry…? There is a mixed, complicated dry feeling as she stared at this random new girl. However, her eyes then widened as she witnessed the girl’s power, watching as her arm turned into a massive hammer, and as she sprang forward as if density and weight posed no issue to her. Her expression was blank as she floated, but with every dash and attack it was powerful. Cleo smirked briefly, interested in the new girl’s power just as she was astounded by each and every magical girl’s abilities several months ago when she first saw them at the Pretty Tower.

Now’s not the time to be awed or impressed, but Cleo was at least glad that they have another strong partner to fight along with right now--even if it’s just temporary. There was barely any time for introduction, however, as the skeleton soldiers were still quite overwhelming in number. She had zoomed down herself and gripped a skeleton right by his head, and with every single boom she heard and watched as bones were broken and shattered into pieces. She dashed back into the air. Almost wishing Lyudmila was here, though mysteriously she was nowhere to be seen.

Cleo spotted Liv and Pamela tending to the other magical girl on the ground. Sweetcheeks. Without her dolls, Liv would most likely be the weakest among them. At the same time, it did make her the most suitable to stay after and guard the wounded magical girl as well, as she’s probably also not yet in shape for battle.

She and the rest should prioritize with getting rid of the skeleton soldiers and force Memoria and her sister to return them to their original world.

Too engaged in the battle in front of her as she fought alongside Una, Luce, and the new magical girl with Aimi’s support, her attention was only ripped away from the skeleton soldiers in front of her when she saw May falling right down towards Una, into the sea of skeletons.

Ready to fall to another death.

Cleo inhaled a sharp breath, ready to spring herself towards the girl before realizing she was one step too late. Pamela had left Liv and Sweetcheeks and had already caught her fall. The silver-haired girl stopped in her tracks then, deciding whether or not she should feel relieved yet, before the world quite obviously answered back a “no.”

Shnk!

And she saw it, among the wall of fires, two girls surrounded by skeletal soldiers, impaled and skewed together by bayonets fixed on their muskets from all sides.

“....Pamela! May!” She called out, though not completely unexpected but still felt surprised when it happened in front of her all of a sudden in a twisted outcome. Moreover, May, clamped against Pamela, was burning, cooked alive, her hair falling out, her skin burnt.

Even their blood evaporates fast under the fire.

Cleo narrowed her eyes, then with a great force she sprang up into the air then zoomed down at the skeletal soldiers still surrounding the two magical girls. Beating the skeletons down weren’t too hard, there was a sick satisfaction of pleasure as their skulls exploded under her powers accompanied by the loud booms. Then another circle of mini white orbs formed just around the two girls, it shattered the parts of the bayonets attached to the muskets, enough so Pamela and May looked merely like human cactuses against each other. The girl frowned. At the same time, now being right in the center of the formation, new skeleton soldiers proceed to surround her now, muskets with bayonets in hand. Moreover, she was dripping with sweat, her own skin burning and cracking. She noticed it now, even though she was resistant to explosions herself in the magical form, her resistance against flame or whatever the explosions bring itself with could still be rather weak. She hissed.

“Tch,” for once, Cleo looked annoyed. She’d had to get out of here as quickly as possible, but even if she wanted to get out she could only bring one of the girls with her. She scanned her surroundings, able to spot Una and Luce from afar, but also the dashing magical girl with the nail through her head. Then her eyes seemed to flicker. Her usual cool smile replaced her darkened expression.

“Hey, hammer girl, I never get to hear your name,” she called out, loud enough for the other to hear. “Defend me for a bit, will ya?” Gesturing toward the skeleton soldiers who were marching towards her, she spoke, deciding to risk the bet that the girl would be willing to help.

Then she looked back down at May and Pam. Raising her arm, Ignis formed naturally in her grip. “Sorry, buddy, I’ll try to make it as weak and quick as possible,” Cleo mumbled with a dry smirk as she pointed the gun in the little space between the two girls. She fired quick and rapidly, aiming as precisely as she could at the bayonets that skewed the two girls together. Each shot was followed by a small explosion that could potentially hurt the two, even worsening May’s state, but it’s a risk worth doing for the explosion managed to break the bayonet apart, separating the two girls.

Pamela’s flame resistant. May’s in a much poorer state. She could only bring one with her.

Just as she could no longer bear being burnt, Cleo made an immediate decision. She carried May in her arms and with a mighty explosion beneath her feet, launched up into the air again, feeling her relief to be away from the wall of flames. May’s horrendous state caused her to be limp in her grasp. Cleo furrowed her eyebrows at the idol, then sighed, before looking rather sternly down before yelling towards the three magical girls--Una, Luce, and the new one.

“I’m leaving Pamela to you!”

Once she’s a good distance away from the skeleton soldiers, Cleo carried May all the way to where Sweetcheeks and Liv are. She laid the burnt girl down, a dry sarcasm lingered in her tone as she spoke. “Here’s another one to join the crew,” she gestured at the still-bad state of Sweetcheeks who was still in no shape to fight.

“Sorry for making you take care of them when you’re no healer…” the silver-haired girl spoke with a slight apologetic tone at Liv. “Pamela should be carried here too, we need her tamales..If she can heal herself fast enough with all those penetrations, that is.” For once, Cleo looked genuinely concerned as she looked back in the direction of the girls fighting the skeleton soldiers.

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Mentioned (and lowkey interacted):
May SadistPoet SadistPoet
Pamela ElenaIsCool ElenaIsCool
Una InsaneAsylum InsaneAsylum
Aimi Kitt Kitt
Luce dazzling dazzling
Lyud
...everyone else

Specifically Interacted:
Liv Dawnsx Dawnsx
Kikyo (Franky) LoliCowboy LoliCowboy ​

 
Bloodied ribbons wrapped around Liv’s limbs and gave a rough tug. Falling forward with a yelp, Liv held out her hands in front of her before she could land on her face. She scrambled to her feet, hissing at the burning abrasions on her knees and arm from the fall, but she backed away a few inches and kept alert.

It was Sweetcheeks who launched the ribbons, but she was still incapacitated and didn’t follow up on the attack. Liv’s eyes darted to Pamela, who came over and handed her one of her knives.

Liv fumbled to lift her wooden arm to accept the knife, so she instead sheathed her dagger and tucked it away, then took Pamela’s. The chef’s scathing words towards Sweetcheeks and the demand to eat her food made Liv uneasy. After all, Sweetcheeks already attacked them, albeit ineffectively. But the hostility with the ribbons attack was enough reason for Liv to protest when Pamela ran off to join the fray.

”But wait! I can’t-“ Liv started, but the words died on her lips when she saw Pamela diving to catch a falling May, but brought both of them tumbling into a wall of fire and a formation of soldiers with bayonets. Throat tightening in fear, Liv averted her gaze to focus on Sweetcheeks. By Jerod’s accounts, May suffered grievous wounds at Pretty Tower but managed to survive. Pamela and May would be able to survive whatever happened to them. Liv didn’t need to join the fight. She just had to focus on dealing with Sweetcheeks

”We’re not your enemies,” Liv said to Sweetcheeks, unsure if the girl could even hear her. There was a tremor in her voice as she continued, ”I’m protecting you from the enemies, alright?”

Guilt and worry swirling in her chest, Liv jumped in surprise when Cleo dropped a body on the ground. The body was burned horrendously and completely unrecognizable. The stench of burning flesh was unmistakeable, and Liv nearly gagged as she brought her wooden hand to cover her mouth and nose. Recalling the sight of Pamela and May falling into the wall of fire, and knowing the former is resistant to fire, it was easy to guess who this was.

Some people have all the luck in the world. Bad luck, that is.

Pity rose in Liv’s heart as she positioned herself between May and Sweetcheeks, in case the latter decided to target her fellow Pretty Protector.

”It’s okay, I’m not as good of a fighter as the rest of you,” Liv said to Cleo, and silently cursed her lack of powers. Before, the ability to animate her sweethearts felt enough, since it made her happy and enabled her to interact with them. But now, it proved nearly useless when it came to defending herself and others. Still, she quietly promised to herself that she wouldn’t leave May vulnerable and alone.

SilverBlack SilverBlack dazzling dazzling

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On the battlefield, Jerod heard the familiar booming of Cleo’s explosions and spared a second to looked over.

Lo and behold, Pamela and barbecued-May, skewered together like kebabs.

An incredulous laugh escaped Jerod even as he rushed over to help, the sight both horrifying and almost comically ridiculous. But Cleo was more than capable enough, and she swiftly took care of the formation of skeletons and separated the two girls. She brought May, who already looked like a giant, charred piece of pork, over to Liv and Sweetcheeks. Speaking of, he’d have to think of a new nickname for Luce, huh?

Either way, Liv was safe, and May was taken care of. That just left Pamela, still being roasted in the flames.

Jerod ran towards the wall of fire, trusting Francesca’s weird spray to keep him for bursting into flames, and grabbed hold of Pamela’s collar.

“C’mon shish kebab, let’s get outta here before you get overcooked!” Jerod grunted, digging his heels into the earth as he slowly yanked Pamela from the fire.
ElenaIsCool ElenaIsCool
 
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Pan Pan

Instead of snapping at her, or a mean way of apologizing, May's face turned into one of terror, surprising the Mexican. Pam frowned

"What's up?"

May said nothing and Pamela finally noticed the shadow cast on them. She looked up to see the skelesoldiers, musets aiming right at them

So that's what's up. Skeleton heads.

Screams of pain broke Pam's train of though, and the feel of something. This feeling was familiar. She felt it when she cooked. She felt it at the car accident. The feeling of something burning.

Pamela felt her eyes widen. She could only watch as May got cooked alive, unable to do anything

Pamela could only watch as her mother's heartbeat started to fade, unable to do anything, other than silently hope it was a nightmare

May's screams rang in her ears

The heart monitor's beeping rang in her ears

Pamela felt tears stream down her eyes, her uselesness was more painful than having dozens of blades on her body. Making it worse, was the one bayonet that made May get stuck to her.

They were going to die together

She led May to her death

Because of her stupidity

Just like Mama


"I'm..Sorry"

Stab

Stab

Stab

It hurts

Stab

Stab

Stab

It really hurt

Mama, why can't you sing the pain away?

Stab

Stab

Stab

All over her body, the pain was growing,

Duele*

Stab

Stab

Stab
In her mind, the pain was wild

Duele mucho

Pamela felt like dying. If she did, what would her Mama say, once she found her. And May? May would definately taunt her for not saving her even if they won't be at the same place.
Her Papa would get a heart attack at the news and die, to meet her too, and ask porque*. It would be her fault too

Stab

Simon would stop working at the restaurant, he would just give up. Jose, he would still be cooking, but since he is still learning, the restaurant would close, despite his efforts.
Her mother's dream would close. It hurt too much

Pamela just screamed

And screamed

In agonizing pain

BOOM!

The explosion made the stabbing stop all of a sudden and skulls fly around when Cleo jumped into the fight, somehow able to stand the heat, to her surprise. Another wave of explosions shattered the bayonets, making Pamela's movement more free, but also made her bleed faster. Pamela bit her lip to avoid screaming with her already hurting throat. Cleo's resistance to explosions probably gave her extra resistance to fire, but it wasn't lasting since the silver headed girl's skin was burning and cracking, and reminded her of May, who was still stuck with her.

“Sorry, buddy, I’ll try to make it as weak and quick as possible,”

Cleo said, smirking dryly and aiming her gun at both her and May.

"What do you-"

Bang!

One shot, followed by an explosion began to shatter the rest of the bayonets that skewed Pam and May. Each shot more painful than the last and the explosions didn't help either.
Pamela felt blood drip from her mouth and began coughing out the rest of the red liquid. Her eyesight was getting blurry, and her numbing skin felt May being taken from her arms and an explosion banged her ears. Her hands hurt. If her sight was clearer, she would've noticed a dark purple thing around her hands, making the left hand pale and the right one a burnt, ash black.

Pamela felt something, or someone grab her by the collar, her blurry sight making it difficult to see the absurdly small figure.

“C’mon shish kebab, let’s get outta here before you get overcooked!”

That voice belonged to no one other than Jerod, one of Liv's killer puppets. Pamela couldn't get mad at the nickname, she was too tired. She tried to stand up, but it hurt so much. Every part of her body hurt. She couldn't summon anything yet, she lost focus. Her pale hand made the area it touched colder, making the fire loose some of it's heat while the other burned hand made the heat more intense. This gradually made the fire turn from hot to less hot and vice versa during the time Pam had her hands on the floor, trying to stand up.

With a grunt of pain, Pamela finally stood up, concentrating her blurry vision to what looked like Liv's figure, before gathering all the strength she had left, despite her aching body and ran. Her legs hurt and lost balance but she stood back up, even if it hurt until she made her way to Liv, Sweetcheeks and the other figure. When she got there, she collapsed to the ground, dots filling her vision. She didn't fall into consiousness until she said:

" I'm sorry..May"




Dick-tionary( :3 )

*Duele: It hurts
Porque: Why

Mentions:

Sweetcheeks( dazzling dazzling )
Interactions:

Liv and Jerod( Dawnsx Dawnsx )
May( SadistPoet SadistPoet )
Cleo( SilverBlack SilverBlack )


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Too much, too fast. Claire reeled from the gut-wrenching horror of watching yet another mangled corpse hang from a portal in the sky. She could only assume that the girl was dead, and she clasped a hand to her mouth as she watched the chaos unfold.

"Ten of Cups!"

Acting quickly, Claire transformed into her magical girl form in a brief flash of light and drew a card from her holster. Her magic charm allowed her to get her desired card, and this particular one allowed her to keep track of up to ten of the girls' locations. She had no time to process the fact that a new magical girl had joined the fight as she chose ten of the girls at random, watching as the world around them seemed to descend into a world of fire and darkness.

Of the arbitrary girls Claire had chosen to keep track of, one of them was Lyudmila. She'd never interacted much with the reclusive girl, as she'd seemed far too intimidating for her to comfortably approach. In the split second that she had to choose which of her friends to look after, she had chosen the group's strongest warrior, Ly, assuming that she would charge straight into the front lines of whatever battlefield they ended up fighting on.

She knew the coordinates of all of the magical girls she'd selected with the card, but Lyudmila's location was incomprehensible. All Claire was able to figure out was that she was in a void of isolated, infinite darkness. A new layer of horror pinched the girl's gut as realization settled: Lyudmila was gone.

Chaos was quick to spread all around Claire, and she was unable to process the explosive amount of new details that erupted around her. She clenched her eyelids together and allowed her long, white hair to sink downwards as she clutched at her head beneath her sun hat. The sounds of desperate screams and crunching flesh filled her ears as violence exploded around her, but all she could think of was Lyudmila's fate. Did the others even spare the time to consider the warrior girl's absence? She could never understand their eagerness to spring into action. She knew that half the girls immediately went deep into enemy territory, and their recklessness made her think they wanted to get themselves killed. She couldn't help but cry, wondering if this was the end of the line for all of the Pretty Protectors.

When Claire finally opened her eyes and blinked her blurred vision clear of tears, the first thing she saw was May's burnt body. Suddenly, she understood the reason why the people around her decided to fight so quickly. They needed to defend themselves from the approaching threat, and the only way they were going to survive was by going on the offensive.

While the other girls immediately sprang into action, risking their lives to fend off the threat as best as they could, she had been sitting in the truck, crying. She could easily imagine Lyudmila calling her a coward.

No...that wasn't Lyudmila she was referring to. It was Zima.

Claire summoned all of her emotions, her feelings of fear, rage, and desperation, and used it to act. With tears streaming across her face and the smell of smoke and burnt flesh invading her nostrils, she rose from the vehicle that she had been perched in and walked away from the safety of the group. Giving a final acknowledgement to the fallen magical girl, she summoned the small vestige of courage inside of her to honor the memory of Zima, and she suddenly broke into a swift sprint that was fueled by her inhuman strength. She deactivated the powers of the Ten of Cups and placed the card into the holster of her deck, allowing the device to automatically shuffle before drawing a new one without looking. She knew which card she wanted, and trusted her prophetic Tarot abilities to give it to her.

"Two of Swords!"

Claire placed the aforementioned card between her teeth and sheathed her deck, and all at once a glow formed within the palms of her hands. She had stretched her arms out and to the side, and her fingers curled around a white glow that formed into a massive greatsword. The sword was around six meters tall and four feet wide, and even despite the ridiculous weight that the typical magical girl could carry, the weapon was so absurdly heavy that Claire's arms strained to lift it off the ground. The muscles in her shoulders and arms strained as she swung them with a grunt, sending the weapon soaring through the midsection of many of the skeleton soldiers that had been standing in formation. She ignored the bullets that managed to graze her, and her face was twisted by emotion as she continued into the fray near Aimi's location.
 
A cold horror built within Annie. Even as her mind raced, her thoughts felt disconnected from her body as her heart beat remained eerily calm. She'd fully expected to sink into panic as she watched Sweet Cheeks' bloody body hang from a portal in the sky, but her burning passion was replaced by a slow, methodical kind of fear.

She watched the terrain change around her. Infernal skeletons rose from walls of fire, as though the girls had descended into the pits of hell. She breathed deeply before slowly exhaling, centering herself. Her despair, rage, hatred, and fear existed in a distant box of chaos. She made a division between her emotions and her actions as a bright light swirled around her form, shifting her body to its superior form. The eccentric teenage girl, Annie, was temporarily locked away and replaced by the apathetic soldier, Giga Girl. She gauged her targets as Akuma initiated the fight, forming a forcefield from the sound waves of Sweet Cheeks' agonized screams to protect the girls from the initial barrage of fire. For the most part, however, she remained disconnected from the rest of the girls as she focused on the enemy. Bending her knees to brace her legs against the blackened ground, she leapt into the air and launched herself directly into the front lines. Warm wind swept past her face as she flew towards the skeletons, and she allowed another beam of light to warp around her as she approached them. The explosive light began to fade into metal just as it violently crashed against the ground, leaving a storm of dust in its wake and crushing several of the skeletons, blowing others onto the ground.

The mech raised its head before leaping forward, unsheathing its massive katana and striking a crowd skeletons in one fell swoop. She stretched out her hand and blasted a barrage of plasma beams, tearing each of her foes to shreds. She noted the small impacts that pelted her side, and turned her head in the direction of the guns, blasting a decimating ray from her glowing eyes before they could even begin to reload, burning them to cinders. Her metal heart rang in stoic satisfaction as she reaffirmed a two-handed grip on her katana and activated her jets, stirring even more flames within the hellish terrain as she dashed through the ranks of skeletons with her weapon. When she was done, she stood among a sea of ash and bones, but she refused to take a moment of respite as she turned her focus towards the mission. The colossal frame of her mech flew into the sky and searched the endless flames for the instigator of this discord, taking it all in.
 
Jack and Fuka (Georgia Back-road)

Jack was expecting the girls at the end of the back-road. He had a new, sleek, black SUV with the AC blaring and some tunes blasting (Aimi's hit single '
Shitsuren shōkōgun'). "Duh duh duh de da dooooo," Jack shuffled in place and tapped his fingers on the dashboard going along with the beat. Jack reached back to the cooler and grabbed himself a bottle of juice. He stocked this cooler full of refreshing drinks with the girls in mind, but it would not hurt to take one. He took a sip of the orange juice and thought back to his assignment: Francesca had given him the job to act as a "Military Adviser" to the girls, but the job details made it seem like he was just an errand boy. None-the less, Francesca assured him that he would be able to put his skill-set to good use, instructing the girls on proper tactics and coordination. The assignment made him feel a bit uncomfortable, yet he was happy to know his family was safe.

He waited patiently, until he heard a nearby gunshot. Not one of the distant ones that range out every-so often - this one was right up the road. The militia-men informed him that the only people going up that road would be the girls truck. Who was attacking them? He hoped this was some sort of misunderstanding. Jack put the SUV in drive and accelerated down the road in the direction of the gunshot.

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Fuka stayed behind with Stonewall who was briefing her on a mission. Francesca had loaned Fuka out to the militia-men, known as Stars and Stripes, to conduct a surgical strike on a Mexican Cartel ran weapon-smuggling operation south at the Gulf of Mexico. Fuka had a basic understanding on how Ms. Turner played into all of this, but she was not paid to ask questions. What she got from Stonewall is that a portion of his militia went rogue and is attempting to sell one of Francesca's provided weapons caches. Fuka was listening to the stalwart bearded man drone on and on for longer than necessary until a shot range off in the direction the girls went. Fuka's advanced systems that replaced her once human hearing managed to discern the almost exact location the shot rang off from. Before Stonewall could utter another syllable, Fuka took off with blazing speed well beyond what a human was naturally capable of. She ran angled forward with the sound of artificial muscle contracting and detracting as she propelled herself like a cheetah towards the direction of the gunshot.

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Jack was speeding down the road and saw two things when he reached his destination. An abandoned truck with a dead driver, a torrent of dirt being kicked up by a blur fast approaching his position, and a swirling vortex consisting of thousands of colors that was slowly expanding right on the road. The blur kicking up the dirt hopped upwards and propelled them-self off the truck bed and then landed right on the hood of the SUV. Jack reached for his holstered hand-gun, but did not even get his hand to it before the windshield shattered, and two powerful hands were right on his throat. Thankfully it was just Fuka...

"Blue on BLUE! Blue on BLUE!" Jack shouted his military speak trying to show that this was 'friendly fire.'

"Location!? Outliers! Now!" Fuka shouted utilizing her psychic maw. It penetrated Jack's mind instinctively making him reel back.

"I don't fuckin' know where the outliers went! Heard a shot ring off and drove here ASAP, but I'm guessing it has something to do with that magic motherfucking portal!" Jack jerked himself back trying to free himself from Fuka's iron grip.

With inhuman speed, Fuka unsheathed her knife, and cut Jack's seatbelt. She then jerked him from the SUV and tossed him as gently as possible to the side of the SUV. He hit the ground with a thunk, "Maybe I'd be better off as goop if it didn't mean getting man-handled by--" Jack's tirade to himself was cut off by Fuka.

"Quiet!" She yelled directly into Jack's mind. She approached the edge of the slowly expanding pool of swirling color on the ground. Jack stepped to her side to observe the pool also.

"I'd wager this is where they went, but is it safe to go through?" Jack questioned.

Fuka was already ahead of Jack. She reached into her eye socket and yanked out one of her artificial eyes. Fuka switched a small dial on the back of the artificial eye to set it to wireless mode. She dropped it into the swirling mass of color. It fell through unscathed and still transmitting a signal. On the other side, Fuka could see several cannons all lined up that were aimed at several spatial distortions. One outlier was wearing a gasmask, and another was much shorter wearing a military uniform of some sort. "Fletcher, we're going through," Fuka grabbed Jack by his collar and jerked him forward with her into the mass of color.

"Wai- wait!" Jack yelled to no response - he was going through too.

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Pocket Dimension

The combination of all the girls fighting full force managed to decimate the formation of the skeletons. In just a few moments, the skeletons were nothing more than a few scattered soldiers who could not do much on their own. This was partially because of Annie's mech finishing off large swathes of them while Una and Aimi halted any advance. Annie had flown up to get a better vantage point to look for Memoria. The girls had a weak formation and were scattered up the road with little rhyme or reason other than blind-rage. Memoria's display of pure brutality at showing Sweetcheeks mangled body had its intended effect on the girls: to destabilize them.

Only one would remain calm and try to maintain order, Ophelia. She stayed back to cover the groups flank and protect May who had been scorched to high-hell. Her attempts to give orders fell on deaf ears, so she did her best to at-least protect her precious team-mates. This act of leadership only made her-stand out.

About one mile to the west, just above a towering treeless hill, Memoria floated in the air with Cha-Cha on her shoulders, "Righto sis, sight me in."

"1600 mweters! East! Adjwust four inches uwp! An inch to the weft to acwount for wind! Fuck her up sissy!" Cha-cha proudly proclaimed.

"Get no-scoped bitch," Memoria muttered jokingly before squeezing the trigger.

Before the sound of the musket could reach the girls, Ophelia had already hit the dirt. All around her still, pale, lifeless body were fragments of crystal - her shattered magiaphage.

Several portals opened up high up in the sky and a booming voice came through that filled the entire pocket dimension with her voice, "Oooo! Look at that! All those hours in CoD really paid off! Booyah! Get fucked you pale-faced bitch!" Memoria paused and then cleared her throat, "Ohhh mannn.... I love that smell of smoke... mmmm...." She began to sound almost aroused, "Oh man... just wish I could my hands on that lifeless bitch right now.... ahhhh...."

"S- Sissy! Your hugging too hard!" Cha-cha's voice came through that portal sounding a bit strained.

"Awww, I just love you so much little sis! You're my favorite spotter in the entire world!" Memoria's tone changed immediately from a celebratory one, to a sinister one, "Hope you brought your umbrellas, fruitcakes! 100 percent chance of STEEL RAIN!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Several cannons fired off in the distance, they were being fired one by one through portals. These portals were situated far above the girls and would cause the ordinance of the cannons to rain down on them. The cannons were loaded with hundreds and hundreds of grape sized ball bearings, an impact from several of these would shred anyone apart. More would have been fired, but the cannons suddenly ceased, "Company! Cha-cha! Portals, now!" Then Memoria's voice cut-off, it sounded like someone had already reached them.

Following the cannon fire Annie from her high-point would be able to see the smoke of cannons, allowing her to see exactly where Memoria and Cha-Cha were located at, or at-least were...
 
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Annie was still scanning the landscape when she saw it. Pale skin seemed to glow against the charred ground, framed by the glittering remains of a broken magiaphage. "Oph--" She wanted to shout her name, but the sounds needed to voice the word seemed to die in her throat as quickly as they formed. Her mech had simultaneously extended a hand in an absent-minded gesture. The body was a long distance away, its position being on opposite ends of the enemy's previous formation from her own, but in that time it took for her mind to process what she was seeing, her body automatically acted on the instinct to help. When the reality of what she saw hit her, every cell in her body seemed to be frozen in place.

Ophelia

Annie's teammate was one of the most respectable members of the group she'd seen. Calm, dependable, Ophelia effortlessly presented all the qualities that Annie aspired to have as a squad leader. All this, destroyed in an instant by a lone shot from a musket. The killer's moans rattled across the terrain. Mocking and jarring, it was like Ophelia's death was a game, and the thought was enough to send a spike of unadulterated disgust through Annie's body. She almost half-heartedly activated her barrier to block off the incoming volley of bearings from above, still stunned by how cruelly her attacker took her friend's life. Her thoughts seemed to move in slow motion, a stark contrast to the projectiles that crashed eagerly into her defenses. The body of a Magical Girl was undeniably tough. Yet, a single bullet was enough to reduce Ophelia's core into a shiny bloody mess on the floor, killing her instantly. Annie knew her allies were similarly vulnerable, and it didn't help that Memoria was fighting on her own turf. The best way to improve the situation, then, was to go straight for the jugular. With her improved defenses and mobility, it seemed that Annie was perhaps the most equipped to do it. She would need to find Memoria and kill her, and she needed to do it now.

If any bearings managed to punch through her shield, she didn't seem to notice or care. One arm of her mech was still outstretched in her friends' direction, the other tightly gripping the hilt of her blade. Her chest pounded so violently that it hurt, but she felt a kind of certainty from the way it pumped steadily. Rather than inspiring a lust for revenge, it was as though the thought that Memoria would pay dearly for this was nothing more than a basic fact. Eyes half-lidded, she made a bee-line for the smoke of cannons sighted nearby, fully intending to cast a storm of plasma bullets down on all those who deserved it.

SadistPoet SadistPoet
 
Jerod nearly fell back when Pamela stood up on her own, but he caught himself and followed her back to where Liv was before the chef collapsed and passed out.

"Another one to join the gang of mutilated girls. Maybe they should form a club," Jerod said, unwittingly similar to Cleo's previous sarcastic remark.

Liv eyed Jerod critically for his sarcastic comment, but sighed in relief nonetheless now that both Pamela and May were accounted for, even though their state was less than ideal. Cleo, Ophelia, and Jerod were all near her, providing an extra sense of security. Ophelia was doing her utmost to protect their incapacitated teammates, but her orders were falling on deaf ears.

Fearing that their leader (was Ophelia still the leader? Liv didn't even know anymore) would over exert herself, Liv inched closer to Ophelia and called out, "Ophelia! Let's just focus on protecting-"

Before she could finish her sentence, she caught sight of something whizzing through the air. Liv flinched as warm liquid and glass-like shards hit her face. The sound of a gunshot reached her ears, then the dull thud of something hitting the ground. Liv instinctively looked down.

The sight made her blood run cold.

"O-Ophelia...?" Liv wobbled towards the body on the ground and dropped onto her knees. Shards of the shattered magiaphage pierced Liv's legs, and the pool of blood quickly soaked her dress. Liv lifted her flesh hand and laid it on Ophelia, shaky fingers ghosting over the bloodied hole in her body. Tears welled up in her eyes as she jerked her gaze towards the crystal pieces on the ground, then back at Ophelia's lifeless body. "H-hey, Ophelia?"

No response.

Her lips wobbled as tears slid down her face.

No.

Not Ophelia.

Gentle, strong, calm Ophelia, who'd been the source of her emotional support back at the battle in Pretty Tower. Who'd just been standing next to Liv, staying back and protecting May while the others rushed into the enemy formations. Liv thought if anyone was to die, it'd be those reckless girls, or even herself, who lacked the power to defend herself. But Ophelia's magiaphage was shattered. No more magical recovery for her.

Why Ophelia?

Liv gathered the lifeless body into her arms, sobs escaping her as she squeezed Ophelia tightly. She was still warm, and it didn't feel like she was holding a dead body. Yet Ophelia remained motionless. No warm hands to hug Liv back, no kind words to reassure her.

Liv looked up at Cleo helplessly, tears and drying blood smeared across her pale face. She opened her mouth to say something, but she could only hiccup between soft sobs. Jerod silently leaned into Liv's side and brushed Ophelia's hair out of her face with his small hands.

Suddenly, loud booms echoed above them. Liv's head snapped up and caught sight of cannons firing down at them. A scream tore itself from Liv's throat even as she moved. One arm still wrapped around Ophelia, she dove towards Pamela and May, sweeping them with her other arm under herself in a measly attempt to shield them with her own body. Jerod let out a disgruntled noise and hopped onto Liv's back, positioned himself above where he thought her magiaphage might be, and braced for impact.

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After Aimi's invitation, several of the girls had joined her in her mission to beat Memoria and her brat sister into a bloody pulp. "Okay, this is good. Luce, I need you to--"

A thud. A shot. A taunt.

It all happened so quickly.

Aimi's head whipped to where the sound came from, only to see Squad A's leader, fallen. Ophelia. Her magiaphage, shot to pieces and scattered across the ground of the godforsaken hellscape that Memoria had created. Liv, covered in her blood. No, no, no, no. Aimi's mind flickered between rage, fear, shock, and horror, all at once. Goddamnit. Did we not do enough? How could this happen? How did I let this happen? Reaching under her mask, Aimi rubbed her eyes, hoping that she was seeing things. Ophelia is fine, right? This is all just a twisted dream. No way that someone as strong as Ophelia could die so easily... right? Before Aimi could fully process the scene lying before her, Memoria's voice broke through the thoughts racing through her mind.

"100% chance of STEEL RAIN!"

Deafening shots rang out, and hundreds of grape shots began falling down, aiming for the girls. Her squad mates. Liv dove to cover the injured, fully prepared to sacrifice herself so the rest of them could live.

Such selflessness... I've been so selfish.

...What am I doing?

The charm shattered, and Aimi fell back to Earth; Her unnatural rage replaced with true, unbridled anger at the injustice. Akuma grounded herself, tightly gripping her scythe. All she could do now was what she did best-- defend her friends. Utilizing the thunderous shots, Aimi swung with incredible force, shattering her previous barrier in order to create a new, much more powerful one.

"Get together! Huddle with Liv-- I c-can't make a barrier over such a big area!"

With the current positioning, Liv and her group would be protected, along with Aimi and her group. Anyone still in the remnants of the battle with the skeletons would need to rush towards Liv's location for the most protection, as the edges of the barrier were not quite as strong as the center. All Aimi could hope now was that she wasn't too late.
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Annie closed with blazing speed on the location of the cannons. When she got there her mecha's force cleared out the cannon, swooshing it all aside to reveal just Fuka and a soldier Annie had not met before. The soldier-man backed up in fear, looking up at the towering monstrosity. He was moments from making a beeline to the swirling portal, but Fuka caught him by the arm before he could, "Annie!" Fuka spoke directly into Annie's mind, "Here is the exit. Retrieve the others. We are leaving." Fuka's words were blunt and forceful, not leaving much room for negotiation. Would Annie comply? This was Memoria's home-turf, and presumably she was only getting stronger. She could get her friends and be on out of here, or Annie could try to hunt down Memoria and finish her off so this can never happen again. The choice was up to her.

Reis Reis
 


lucia megume "halo"



interacted ➜ Liv Dawnsx Dawnsx , Pam ElenaIsCool ElenaIsCool , May SadistPoet SadistPoet
mentioned ➜ Aimi Kitt Kitt
location ➜ the grave of atlanta

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Luce's eyes were still trained on Aimi. She perked up when Aimi started giving directions, but something was wiggling at the back of her mind. Her breath hitched and she swiveled around, her eyes zeroing in on Memoria and her little accomplice before finding their way to the shot honing into Ophelia's chest. Luce leaped forward with a hand outstretched but the bullet made contact before she could do anything. Her foot fell beneath her and she tumbled to the ground, her eyes still finding a way to lock onto the shards of crystal gleaming around her mauled chest.

Even the drugs packed into those tiny pills couldn't stifle the sensation of what had just happened. Everybody had seemed so untouchable; Pumped full of bullets, overridden by fear, threatened to hell and back, yet here they still were. But the Pretty Protectors just weren't the Pretty Protectors anymore. They were supposed to be untouchable. Magical girls weren't supposed to die. Magical girls weren't supposed to die.

"100% chance of STEEL RAIN!"

She skittered backwards with a scream worthy of a horror movie. The girls around her immediately dove into action, Liv hurriedly covering a few of her teammates and grabbing Ophelia's body. Luce jumped up from the ground and with a swipe of her hands completely solidified her wings. The projectiles wouldn't be useful in a situation of this extremity, but they were made of strong material and could at least provide some cover to the heads of her and those around her.

Luce heard Aimi's shouts from behind her and ran forward to Liv and the few other girls she had huddled with her. She slid to a stop near them and leaned down over the pile, her wings providing cover to the upper sections of the girls who were positioned under them.
 
Princess Peril​

Somehow in the cluster of a battle Una had found herself in, she had not only nearly chopped May in two, Pamela had managed to accidentally catch May and roll with her right into the flames. Una wanted to rush in and pull them out, but too many skeletons blocked her path. She was forced to continue cutting through the living bones as the sounds of May’s screams and cries brought tears to Una’s eyes. The sound of metal piercing flesh followed, and then more screams by both the girls in the flames. Una hesitated, an a bayonet glanced off of the armor on her side. Una continued fighting.

Cleo, the explosive girl that Una thought was pretty cool, along with the Marionette girl flew past Una with May and Pamela in tow. Una followed. She had to see if they were ok. Una dashed out of the skeletal formation, just as Annie dropped in a flash of combat superiority.

Una slid to the ground near the two wounded Magical Girls. Liv and Cleo were there too. “Pamela? M-May? May? Is that... oh my god...” Una had dropped back down to Blueberry. She knelt over May’s scorched figure as tears began forming in the corners of her eyes again. Una couldn’t even look at May without wanting to throw up her whole stomach. “I-It’s gonna be okay... uh-uhm... I’m here to uh... make sure nothing else happens to you guys,” Una said nervously. Just as she finished a loud BANG rang out. Una heard a loud crack and turned to see Ophelia fall limp to the ground as pieces of her magiaphage scatted across the ground. Una didn’t know how to react. Ophelia was too nice to die.

Drops of water fell from Una’s eyes down onto May’s burnt body. Her sniffles quickly turned to loud uncontrollable sobs as Una realized just how terrible this all was. She wasn’t here to be a hero anymore. The wet faced blonde didn’t notice the steel balls falling from the sky above her until she heard the sound of them bouncing off of Khana’s golden dome. Una looked up to see her and everyone in a relatively close vicinity covered beneath the hard-light barrier.

“Wha-what do we do guys?”
 
Cleo Donovan

Liv could be strong. The thought rang out loud and clear in her head, though Cleo did not actually voice it out. For the months that she’d seen how the other magical girls utilize their abilities, she had felt that Liv’s powers could potentially be very strong if utilized well and to the best of its limits. The power to control dolls and inanimate objects, it may even well mean to create a whole mini army of undead to herself, if enough strong dolls are made to obey under her command. Her dolls can act as her shield, her weapon, her armor, her right and left hand, even another brain to give advice from.

But looking at Liv’s personality so far, it may be hard for her to do so--especially when she treats her dolls so preciously like another fellow dear friend toward each and every single one of them. It may not mean that it won’t happen, but it’ll probably take a long time for Liv to get there with her ability as the marionette.

Cleo looked to the girl quietly for a brief moment as she said it’s alright, that she’s not as good as a fighter as the rest of them. She could see that Liv knew that she’s the weakest right now as well, but from the way it seemed, she was still determined to stay by May and Sweetcheeks’ side. This selfless nature from Liv had caused Cleo to raise a brow but nonetheless smiled. Sure. She could grow stronger, in a way best fit for someone like her.

It’s okay. She still has time.

At that moment, Pamela managed to limp back on her own with Jerod guarding her from aside, falling unconscious right as she got to them. Cleo let out a laugh as the little doll’s comment overlapped with her previous one, but also sighed at the grim situation before them right now that there are now three girls who are in no condition to fight. That new one...Sweetcheeks? She seemed conscious now.

Is she safe?

Ophelia’s appearance reassured her. In the midst of chaos when she could not come up with a clear plan herself, when she allowed herself to go wild like the rest of the others, the girl had tried to maintain order. When it didn’t work, she had decided on the best decision to protect her team-mates. Out of everyone she’d known, Ophelia demonstrated the best quality as a leader. No, she is a leader.

So even Cleo had relaxed her shoulders a little.

But then her eyes widened.

This is not the first time she witnessed deaths. No, not the first time. But she still could not have braced herself for the shock when a single bullet whizzed through the air and shot the leader, enough that blood splattered out and those shards, still glistening, flew across the air, hit her in the face, laid dimly on the ground. The tragic remains of a shattered magiaphage.

Cleo crouched there, her eyes widened as she tried to take in how Ophelia, so quickly and abruptly, had collapsed and those eyes, once filled with energy and determination, forever lost its light. She heard Liv’s scream, her dry, trembling voice as she called her leader’s name, her eyes followed the marionette as she wobbled next to the lifeless body, her hand touching the bloodied hole. Then, she had felt her heart throbbed as saw the way Liv looked up at her, desperate, helpless, face dirtied with tears and dried, smeared blood, voice incapable to escape her throat. Naive, sad eyes, still new to this, shaken by a dear comrade’s death.

Cleo had faced deaths a few times before. When she was still part of the gang, she’d experienced the deaths of some of her fellow gang members already. Whether it’s from a fight with another gang, or to be shot down by the police. She’d lost friends--comrades, partners, some of those that had formed a bond deep enough for her to call them family, over the course of three years. But even if over time one grew accustomed to the knowledge that anyone may die one day, it still hurts. It’d always hurt. It’s something your rational mind can say “I’m used to” of, but the heart will always ache.

And so her heart ached for Ophelia. Was it because she’d been living too carefree for awhile now before the Gheist’s appearance, had been living too easily during these months that she’d forgotten how terrible a loss felt like? Was it because there’s always that blind sense of comfort that “magical girls are hard to die anyways” that she loosened her guard? It hurts more than she would’ve wanted her feelings to interfere.

At least, it’s an honorable death.

Cleo gritted her teeth.

However, she could not let her emotional side gets to her right now. She cleared her mind briefly to force herself to stay rational, at least right now, and Ophelia’s death should not be in vain. Memoria’s cringing, almost disgusting voice had been quite the background noises for awhile now when they were overwhelmed by the sudden fate of Ophelia, yet she heard the change in tone almost immediately. “Steel Rain,” or so the girl announced, then the sounds of cannon fires echoed in the air. Before Cleo could pinpoint a clear direction of where the canon sounds came from, tons and tons of ball bearings started to fall from the air.

It fell with such force, Cleo’s lips tightened thinking about the damage it could inflict on any of them. When she saw Liv dove to protect Pamela and May while still holding onto Ophelia, she had called out the other’s name, but whatever wanted to come next was swallowed back in her throat. As Jerod let out a disgruntled voice and hopped onto Liv’s back to protect her from getting her magiaphage hurt, it occurred to Cleo that Liv may not be in the best condition to talk to right now in that mental state. She should do whatever she could to make sure that no more of them gets hurt ot too wounded as the first priority, to not let Liv also becomes one of the unconscious girls on the ground. They need all the powers they have right now, whether it’s strong or not.

But what can she do? Once again, Cleo cursed under her breath at the lack of defense her power offers. Explosions? Bombs? They’re useless powers in a time like this.

Just as she felt her blood running cold from the lack of ideas, Aimi’s appearance led to her breath of relief. It was even more comforting to see when Cleo noticed that the idol was back to her usual self. Against the thunderous bearings raining down on them, Aimi had formed a strong but small barrier enough to cover them, but not everyone. Cleo had one hand resting on Liv’s head when she looked to the idol and smiled, a small smirk. “Thank ya.”

Luce’s wings then offered a second layer of protection. “You too, Luce,” she said. The silver-haired girl felt useless under the barrier and wings, but now’s not the time to reflect one her own lack of ability. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted Annie, in lightning’s speed ran to the directions that the sounds of the cannons once came from. They’re there, the thought entered her head. Memoria and her little companion. The two who killed Ophelia.

Cleo never calls it revenge, neither did her gang. Equality, that’s all, plain and simple. You kill someone, we’ll pay the same back to you. She didn’t in particular hold high expectations for Annie to win or kill Memoria and the other, neither would she go ahead and assume the outcomes. Even if they aren’t killed, the magical girls will get to them eventually.

Then Lyudmila suddenly entered her head. She was there, the whole time, but disappeared as they entered this realm too. When they were busy grieving over the Squad A’s leader, was another life already lost too?

Damn it!

She clenched her fist, then took a deep breath, forcing herself to snap out of her. Una then appeared, too, shaken and shocked by the situation as well, first by May, then by Ophelia. It’s too much to take in at once. Her loud, uncontrollable sobs seemed to pierce through the air as she spoke between sobs.

“Wha-what do we do guys?”

Cleo’s gaze hardened.

The sounds of the cannons came to an abrupt end. For a moment, everyone was in silence except for the quiet sobbings.

“The cannons stopped,” then, Cleo broke the silence and announced briefly, looking in the direction Annie had gone to. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t hear the voices of Memoria and that companion already too. They could not just sit here and grieve anymore.

“We may have a chance to escape now,” once all of the bearings that were already fired stopped falling, that is.

“If Annie doesn’t come back, we’d go in the direction she went ourselves, that may be our opportunity to get away from whatever this place is,” Cleo suggested while thinking about how they would need to let Claire and the others not with them know of it as well “We’d carry May and Pamela with us. Ophelia…”

She looked down at Liv who still has one arm over her. “...I’d say we carry her back too. ”

She’s not a squad leader, she could not order anything. Even if she is one right now, considering Annie was off to kill Memoria and her little companion, she would only hold control over her own squad. She’s saying what she would suggest them to do, what she herself would do. However, that’d mean that they’d need to carry multiple bodies. For some, it may be a burden.

“Liv,” finally, as if she had deemed the timing should be right now, Cleo moved to the front of the marionette, and she held the girl by her shoulders before forcing her up. “Sit up, Liv. We’re safe for now.”

Her thumbs roughly reached to dry off the tears on the corners of the girl’s eyes beneath her glasses. “Listen, you’re the squad leader now. Tell us what you want to do,” she gestured to Ophelia, then the rest of the unconscious girls. It may be a bit hard for her to take in right now, but she’s forcing the other to take it in. Then, referring back to when she tried to cover May and Pamela with her own body, she smirked, rather dryly, but a smile nonetheless. “Ophelia wouldn’t want you dying here too, would she?”

“We have to pull ourselves together,” she said in the end, but in a tone slightly louder as if it’s intended for Una too, and whoever broken by everything that's happened in this battle.

It’s only their second official battle.

“Sweetcheeks,” finally, she spoke to the new girl who was brought to the realm, still recovering from being tortured mercilessly by Memoria, but maintained her distance from the others. “Are you coming with us?”

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Interacted: Dawnsx Dawnsx Kitt Kitt dazzling dazzling roughly everyone there
Mentioned: InsaneAsylum InsaneAsylum roughly everyone else ​













 
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Kyoko dashed over to the group, panting. The strain that her power put on her body was catching up, having to lower her own density in order to avoid as many bullets as possible. She winced as her fingers probed a couple of wounds in her abdomen. True, they wren't enough to cause any permanent damage, but it still hurt now. Still reminded her of brutal experimentation, made her keenly aware of the stitching wrapping around her joints and muscles, how much of her was warped and inhuman. Warped and inhuman. Was that all she was now? Was that all her experiences were limited to?

So much death. So much brutality.

She had watched Sweetcheeks dangle, covered in her own gore. Watched two girls skewered together. And now another girl, laid out on the ground. Dead, dead, dead.

She growled. She would figure out who was responsible for this. She didn't know these girls, not really, but she knew what it was to suffer. To be afraid. To be so cripplingly aware of your own mortality that it becomes an all-consuming beast, stalking your every move. Feeding doubt into your mind in great, seething coils.

No more fear. She was done being afraid.

"They will pay," she muttered, face twisting into something more than the blank mask she usually wore. Something darker. They. Will. Pay.
 


linda "sweetcheeks"
interacted ➜ Kyoko LoliCowboy LoliCowboy , Cleo SilverBlack SilverBlack , Una InsaneAsylum InsaneAsylum
mentioned ➜ Liv Dawnsx Dawnsx
location ➜ history

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Sweetcheeks lie still with her face upturned to the sky. Her hair was spread around her and the blonde managing to peek through the blood glinted richly in the blazing sun. It wasn't much unlike the decimated magiphage lying a while away from her. The shards lying around the red pit in the girl's chest gleamed in luscious hues. Pain was still firing off in Sweetcheek's gored body; She was sure every single nerve inside of her was shooting little teensy bullets at her brain, even though she was well aware something was wrong. She just wished she could dissolve into the grass.

Another voice asked her questions in a sweet tone, followed by violent screams and explosions, followed by a harsher one. She simply stared up at the sky, her eyes taking on a more deadpan, almost cynical expression. I don't even think I can talk right now?? Every bone in her body felt broken, which was likely not true, but still agonizing enough to sideline her. The magical healing properties had not done a very good job of stitching her up yet. It seemed they couldn't decide where to start, so they just started on everything at once.

However, she had enough strength in her to once more coil her ribbons around the limbs of a few girls near her. One made contact with the ankle of the low-voice girl, another the wrist of some science experiment looking thing, and the third finally around some random blonde. She yanked them towards her to where they were all within a few feet of the girl, then proceeded to use them to launch herself up into a standing position. Sweetcheeks was still very weak and found herself stumbling and collapsing onto one of the three.

"Mmhng," She rasped. Looking up at the girl curiously, she found it was the blonde one. A mangled yelp escaped her torn lips as her legs fell from underneath her and sent her and the blonde tumbling down to the ground. "Owghh..." Sweetcheeks mumbled.
 
Screwing her eyes shut, Liv waited for the pain that’d come. She thought her body might explode from the impact of the bearings, or maybe her magiaphage would shatter from the inside, even with Jerod shielding her from above. But none of that happened.

She distantly heard a few girls shouting, and risked opening her eyes, steeling herself to the possible sight of more of her teammates as bloody pulps on the ground. Instead, she saw Aimi, looking less unhinged than during the beginning of the battle, opening a barrier over a few of the girls. Anyone who wasn’t under the protection of her magic rushed over, with Una and Luce providing their own barriers. Through Liv’s surprise, she almost didn’t notice Cleo’s hand on her head.

At some point, Jerod had leapt off of Liv after deciding that they were safe from the cannons, but Liv all but collapsed onto the girls under her. More tears fell from her eyes, a mixture of relief and residual anguish from Ophelia’s death overcoming her once again. Even when Una, who had been crying over May’s charred body, asked what they should do, Liv could only bite back an ugly sob and shake her head. She buried her face in the crook of Ophelia’s neck. If their leader was still alive, she would have known what to do.

But then, Cleo’s strong voice cut through the quiet sobs. She provided a solid plan of escape, and suggested that they carried the three girls with them. Liv sniffed and held onto Ophelia tighter, almost protectively and possessively.

”Liv,” Cleo suddenly said. The girl pulled Liv up, and she had to lay Ophelia on the ground, next to Pamela and May. Liv scrunched her eyes shut as Cleo wiped her tears, then she told Liv, gently but firmly, that they were safe, and told Liv that she was squad leader now. The blonde blinked and processed the information.

Right. It was told to them that if a squad leader was unavailable or... dead, the second-in-command, so to speak, would have to step up to the plate.

But...

Liv looked down at Ophelia.

Ophelia always kept her cool. Even when she was stressed, she collected herself quickly, and gave clear, reasonable commands. Everything she said felt like the right thing to do, and she always felt like a beacon to the girls. She wasn’t just a leader. She was like an older sister, or even a mother figure, even to the older Pretty Protectors. Ophelia was meant to be a leader, while Liv was just Miss Fuka’s second choice. How could she live up to her?

”Ophelia wouldn’t want you dying here too, would she?” Cleo continued.

Tears welled up in Liv’s eyes again, but this time, she blinked them back and sucked in a breath of air. She carefully held Ophelia’s stiff hand, feeling the lingering warmth that was left. Liv couldn’t live up to Ophelia. She wasn’t a natural leader like her. But if she stayed like this and left all the work to the other girls, Ophelia would no doubt be disappointed in her. She didn’t want to die either, like Cleo said, and make Ophelia sad. Ophelia was finally free from the horrid duties and violence that came with being a magical girl. The last thing she wanted was for Ophelia to worry about them, even in her afterlife.

The last bit of warmth left Ophelia’s hand, and Liv let go.

Liv reached under her glasses and scrubbed her eyes. Standing up, she bit her lip and reached out to squeeze Cleo’s shoulder.

”Thank you,” she rasped out. She turned and smiled in gratitude at Aimi and Luce as well. Clearing her throat, she swept her eyes over the group that they had.

”You’re right, we should get closer to where Annie is. Or at least, scout out this place to look for an exit,” Liv said in agreement with Cleo. She turned to look at her fellow leader and suggested hesitantly, ”I... I can carry two of the girls, and maybe, um...”

She spotted Una and walked over to her with what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

”May will be fine, Una. She’ll heal, eventually,” Liv comforted. ”But do you think you can help carry May? Maybe with your Pineapple Star?”

Liv wasn’t much of a fighter, so it wouldn’t make a difference if her arms were preoccupied with carrying the girls. If it came to it, Jerod could help protect her. But if possible, she wanted the other girls to have their hands free to make sure they could fight to the best of their ability, if more enemies showed up.

She then turned to the new girl and spoke, partly in hopes to calm the her obvious anger”You’re welcomed to come along too. Um, my name is Liv, by the way.”

Liv moved to pick up Ophelia and Pamela, but Sweetcheeks moved again. She coiled her ribbons around Cleo, Una, and the new girl’s limbs and pulled, in a similar fashion of what she did towards Liv and Pamela. Sweetcheeks failed to catch her balance though, and ended up tumbling onto Una.

Liv’s expression darkened in muted anger and annoyance. Sweetcheeks was slowly but surely recovering, and she’d end up as a threat to the Pretty Protectors with her unruliness.

”We need to restrain her,” Liv said lowly. She thought back towards when Claire restrained the soldiers with her golem. Maybe she had something similar to that to help, if she was around.

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The greatsword of her Two of Swords fell with an audible thud as Claire released the heavy weapon from her grip. The blade burst into a frenzy of white sparks that trailed the small amount of wind in a weightless dance as Claire let her arms fall to her sides. After a moment of rest, she held her hand up to her mouth and opened her clenched teeth, allowing the card that she held between them to gently fall between her fingers. Glancing around the darkened battlefield while panting lightly, she barely registered the gunshot that rang in the distance and the sound of shattering glass, thinking that it was yet another attempted attack from one of the few surviving skeleton soldiers. The thing that drew her attention towards the broken magiaphage was several sobs and cries of horror. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat when she turned her head towards the gruesome scene.

Ophelia was lying on the ground, the remains of her only life source scattered around her. She was dead.

Claire watched, frozen, as Una and Liv cried out to their leader. Memoria's sinister voice was merely background noise, but the other girls' urgency to run towards Aimi's location and form a barrier barely managed to break through her reverie. She made the device in her hand automatically shuffle her Tarot card deck, drawing the Eight of Wands and calling out its name in a barely audible whisper. A flash of light carried her forward, launching her a fixed distance towards her group of friends before quickly dispersing. Claire had not been far from Aimi's location to begin with, so she didn't need to move any further than the power of her card carried her, barely giving her cover from the spiked cannons that pounded down from Memoria's cannons.

She promptly approached the scattered remains of Ophelia's magiaphage, bending over to pick each shard off the ground even as steely death violently crashed around the group of magical girls. Once she held every single shard in her hands, she drew her only healing card from her arsenal of abilities.

"The Star. The Star. The Star. The Star. The Star. The Star. The Star. The Star. The Star. The Star..."

Ethereal white light danced around the broken crystals. She attempted to heal the broken item, but it was useless; Claire knew that the Star card only healed the minor wounds of people, and would have no effect on non-living objects to begin with. The magiaphage was irreparable. However, the girl wasn't thinking in the slightest, and she only felt an absolute chasm of emptiness.

Claire didn't know whether to feel shocked, sad, or vengeful. After losing not one, but two of her precious allies in the span of at most an hour, her expression looked harrowed, her eyes soulless and devoid of emotion and her cheeks dried of tears. Each time she spoke, her voice was ragged and monotonous as she scarcely drew the proper amount of breath in order to repeat the brief incantation again and again.
 
Pocket Dimension

The multi-layered shield the girls constructed deflected the ball-bearings with ease leaving all beneath it unscathed. Following the cannon barrage, it seemed oddly quiet. The nearby wild-fire was dying down, and the skeleton army appeared to be just a bunch of twitching bone fragments. It was almost as if the dimensions strength was dying down. Claire's attempts at healing Ophelia's magiaphage caused minor flickers of light in the fragments, as if the magic was causing some kind of reaction within the materiel. Additionally, Liv would begin to feel a burning sensation in her legs where Oppy's magiaphage fragments penetrated like shrapnel. Before she could do anything about the pain, a deeply agonizing sensation of the crystal ripping right through her body right towards her heart would occur. It only took a single moment before her entire chest was glowing brightly originating from where her magiaphage was located. The pain from the fragments tumbling through her body would be gone as quickly as it happened.

Liv's chest would continue to glow, and she would feel an odd warmth from within her. It felt like a - hug? Maybe the sensation like eating warm soup on a cold winters day? Or the feeling of meeting a long lost friend after years? None-the less, this did not feel dangerous, and any anxiety Liv had once felt at the coming battle had melted away (OOC: Liv has obtained a new ability 'Spirit of a friend': when under great stress a warmth emanates from inside her and will calm her down. Additionally, she will gain a boost to her confidence when she has to be a leader.) The light dissipated from within her chest and she returned to normal.

The forest ahead was a slight uphill climb through seemingly normal forest. It was about one mile from where Annie had landed her mech. In the distance, a cloud of red smoke wafted into the air. If anyone had been listening during Fuka's lecture, this was marker smoke that could be used to mark a location for various reasons. Annie had landed in that direction, and no sounds of combat could be heard, so it seemed like a good idea? If the girls chose to make the hike through the forest to the location, they would encounter no resistance, but they still had the option to attempt to locate Memoria who's aggression seemed to be fading.
 
As the Pretty Protectors set off up the hill they would all have a peculiar string of words transmitted into their mind.

Undoubtedly this was another Gheist speaking to them, or something using the same method. The jumbled up white noise within the girls mind sounded just like the Gheist from New York, but had a much higher pitch to its odd manner of speaking. This white noise would translate into a message:

STOP - GO GO - STOP GO - STOP GO STOP - GO - GO STOP GO - STOP GO GO GO - GO - GO STOP GO GO - GO STOP GO GO
 
The eyes of Annie's machine stared directly at the unfamiliar soldier in front of her. She took in the sight of her captain, clutching the man's arm with an iron grip. Her mecha's gaze almost seemed to look past the pair, silently watching them while Annie contemplated the three brief sentences weighing down her mind. "Here is the exit. Retrieve the others. We are leaving." Annie's thoughts moved in slow motion, deliberately breaking down each idea one by one. The exit was a swirling portal, clearly both Fuka's method of entering this pocket dimension and the girls' way of getting out. Her orders were to fly across the forest that separated her from her teammates, grab them, and bring them here. Then, they'd retreat from Memoria's power and return to the relative safety of the real world.

She bit her tongue to avoid saying something she'd regret. Fuka told her to run away, but why should she? Memoria had just been standing right here. This was where she took aim and fired her gun, instantly killing Ophelia with a casual shot to the magiaphage. And now she was being told to walk away, to do nothing? That wasn't why she joined the Pretty Protectors. She was sick of the violence, sick of watching the world burn and being powerless to stop it. When she received these powers, it wasn't so that she could sit back while her allies got brutally murdered. She had promised herself to stop monsters like Memoria from killing without restraint. Even this group of Magical Girls was vulnerable here, right at the heart of Memoria's realm. But how many more people would lose their lives, if she let this go? How many people would lose the ones they loved before this stopped? Annie couldn't bring herself to turn her back on the chance to end it, even if it meant putting her friends at risk. She couldn't.

Annie broke the silence with a heavy sigh. No, as much as she hated to admit it, Fuka was right. There was no telling what other forces Memoria could bring to bear. With their enemy's abilities unknown and their allies injured, they had no choice but to run and recuperate. It hurt to allow her friend's death to go unavenged, but it would hurt worse to lose even more allies for the sake of reckless violence. Annie wanted nothing more than to be like the first Magical Girl, the one whose name brought an end to wars and put whole countries at peace. If Pretty were here, she'd see Annie preparing to end fighting with more fighting, and she'd be disappointed. Surely she wouldn't want this. Ophelia wouldn't want this. They would want her to follow orders, grab the girls, retreat, and make sure the next time she crossed paths with Memoria she was strong enough to win.

It took far too long for Annie to move. Finally, she turned her back on Fuka, her mecha kicking up a cloud of dust in the process. "...As you wish." Without another word she activated her jets and jumped, a trail of dirt and fire following her as she flew towards the other girls.

--

Annie was high in the air when her teammates began their walk uphill. The sight of their injuries was enough to make her gut turn. Before she could set foot on the ground, however, a strange yet all too familiar message shot directly through her head. That was...a gheist? What's a gheist doing here? Annie looked to her left and her right, thoroughly scrutinizing her surroundings. Surely if another gheist was nearby they'd have noticed it by now. But the terrain below her was almost eerily calm, and there was in fact not a single giant monster in sight. Putting aside the bad feeling that took root in her gut, she spoke up as she gently landed in front of the group so they wouldn't be too surprised.

"Um! Fuka is up ahead, just past this forest. She told me to help everyone leave." Leaning down, Annie set her 50 foot tall mecha's arms on the floor in front of her. "Grab on. I'll carry you all to the other side, so we can finally get out of here." Annie tried not to stare too hard at Ophelia's corpse. Even after being a Magical Girl for this long, the sight of a friend's dead body was enough to send chills up her spine.
 
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Liv’s words did little to reassure Una, but they were enough to spur her to action. She had to get May to safety. The others could handle helping Pamela. Before she could act though, Sweetcheek’s ribbion tendril grabbed her and pulled her down. The surprise was enough to make Una squeak and create a blue sword in her hand. She pointed the sword at Sweetcheeks, and grunted in annoyance at her. With one shove Una pushed the bloody woman off of her

The pineapple star popped into existence in a puff of fruity mist. It floated down next to May. Una bent down and as carefully and gently as she could got her arms under the scorched girl. Slowly, Una lifted her up, placing her onto the pineapple star.

“I know it hurts, but we will be safe soon. I promise,” Una whispered to her. The feeling of burnt flesh on her hands was disgusting, making Una want to throw up again. It smelled too. She couldn’t imagine how horrible May had to feel right now. Una shook the thought from her head. She wouldn’t let May die, but she also didn’t want to let her suffer anymore either. Even if the girl was awful to her more often than not she’d never wish this upon her. Or anyone else for that matter.

She would have to take it all more seriously now. Una knew she was blessed with amazing magical girl abilities, so she had to use it for more than just herself. She’d protect every magical girl in her squad, so that no one ended up like Ophelia, May, or Pamela.

Una’s gaze turned up towards Annie and her mech. She said she’s be able to take them all to safety, for Fuka had arrived. Una nodded. “Korola, can you form an orb around May and the Pineapple star? We don’t want her to slide off on the ride.” Korola smiled, “Of course!” In a bright blue flash Korola did just that, however, she added on a little handle for Una to grab onto to help hold onto May.

As she climbed up Annie however, Una heard the familiar speech of the dreaded gheists. This one sounded far more shrill than the last one. Una was pretty sure they weren’t close to the ocean though, so surely they were safe. Was there a gheist outside of Memoria’s dimension, or perhaps, recreated within? Una didn’t care to find out. They had lost enough already.

Una climbed onto Annie with May in tow, staring down solemnly at the ground. It was so quiet now. Had Memoria left for some reason?

“Hey guys... why did Memoria stop attacking us? Fuka didn’t kill her... right?”
 
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“Hey guys... why did Memoria stop attacking us? Fuka didn’t kill her... right?”

The words twisted in Kyoko's gut as she realized that she almost hoped that whoever this Fuka person was, she had indeed killed their attacker. Bits and pieces of gore stuck to her leg where the injured girl had used her ribbons to pull herself to her feet, drying sticky on her skin. So what if their enemy was dead? Was it not a fate deserved?

She turned, then, to the newcomer. Were they really going to run? Was that all that they could do, as magical girls, as people? Was this threat really too great for even them? She supposed that those around her would know best. They had seen more. Experienced more. If this was enough to scare even them, she supposed that she should, to some degree, be scared too. Not that she really had the capacity for it, but she could force herself, at the very least, to exercise caution.

She carefully approached the mech, taking hold of its great metallic body. But not without a look back, surveying the carnage. A deep inhalation of the air, permeated through with gun smoke, burnt flesh, metallic blood. She would remember this. It was far from over, she knew. And for the fallen, she would remember.
 
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Much occurred after Aimi threw her barrier up. While hers and the other assortment of barriers held up, it seemed that Annie had met with Fuka directly, who gave orders for her to get the rest of the Protectors and flee. But something didn't feel right for the idol, and she could tell that the others felt the same. Even as Annie told them that they could hitch a ride to leave, she seemed hesitant in her speech. The new girl who looked like Frankenstein looked upset too-- Even Una was questioning the situation. Aimi frowned slightly. How could they all just let Memoria and her sister go? Their attacks had stopped, but it didn't change the fact that Ophelia was dead, lying on the ground before them. It felt that now was a good time to present her thoughts to the group, when the air was still and all was enveloped in a somber silence.

"This... This doesn't feel right." Aimi glanced over to the side nervously, trying not to cry as she looked down at Ophelia. "Th-this... this... isn't r-right.." And the tears were flowing, the pressure of the battle and the aftermath of her self-charm setting in. "Why... why would we l-let Memoria go..? Ophelia--" Her voice broke, and the idol drew in a shaky breath, trying to calm herself. "Ophelia... is dead, because of her... I--" She paused, before finishing her thought, "I think... we should at least try and see if Fuka k-killed her.. I feel like if we don't, this-- this could happen again." If nobody else agreed with her, Aimi would let the subject go for the time being, but it would certainly be brought up again later. ​
 


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Luce stood back up. The feathers on her back weighed down with an almost tangible weight. She found the girls had somewhat regrouped, of course minus Ophelia. The thought of the missing girl prompted Luce to scan over the rest of them. Most clocked in, plus the nail-head-person. Everybody seemed to be there. She started a head count. Her stomach dropped when, minus the new girl, she came up one short.

Her eyes frantically scanned over each face. They all carried different weights on their shoulders; Tired, blood smeared, tear stained and more. As Luce's head got more and more muddled she realized the figure that was missing. She stopped. Her eyes narrowed. Silently holding up a hand she turned and ran out a few yards, raising a hand to her forehead and searching. After a while of fruitless squinting her hand slumped down to her side. She stared ahead at the barren scene playing out quietly in front of her.

"Where is she..?" Luce muttered. Her eyes fell still. "WHERE IS SHE?!" Her shrill shriek pierced the quiet. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she didn't feel anything. She hated it. Why couldn't she feel anything? Someone disappeared, she knew someone disappeared and she didn't feel anything. Shouldn't have taken those pills... Luce felt like crumpling up but the damned drugs in her system responded with a blaring "NO".

She reached up to wipe her eyes. One of her neon blue contacts slid out, leaving her left eye exposed. The yellow was blurry with tears and her pupil was large with fear. She turned back to the group, her breaths still heaving. She simply looked ahead at them, her lips parted, until she could cough out a panicked question. "Where is Lyudmila?"
 
Claire had a grim expression on her face as she watched Annie arrive at their location. She watched as the topic of the conversation shifted to how they should deal with Memoria and whether they should truly follow Fuka's orders. Claire didn't have any thoughts on the matter; the grief she felt towards the loss of her friends overwhelmed her desire for revenge. She didn't care about Memoria. She didn't care about Fuka. How could any of that matter, when Lyudmila and Ophelia were dead and gone?

She tensed as Luce started to panic after suddenly realizing that Ly was missing from the group. There was no way that she could tell her. She wasn't strong enough to give someone that kind of grief. Better to let her live in blissful ignorance.

An incoherent blend of chaotic sounds and visions invaded her consciousness. It reminded Claire of the first message of the Gheists that came after the battle at New York. It made her think back to her original desire to join the Pretty Protectors, and how both Ly and Ophelia would never get the chance to join that particular fight against the greater threat to humanity.

She thought back to Ophelia's courage as a leader and Lyudmila's intense focus on the mission. It wiped away her fear and allowed her to summon her untapped courage once more. She began to cry as she took a step on one of Annie's giant mech arms, turning to face the group after gaining some high ground. Her voice had a tremor as she projected her voice to speak to the group, and her lips smiled gently even as tears streamed down her face. "Everyone, I have something to tell you. You might not know this, but my Ten of Cups allows me to keep track of a bunch of people. I watched over you all as we came here, and I knew where Zima was. She...I don't really understand what happened, but it looks like something happened as we were being transferred over. Zima is..." She couldn't bring herself to say that Ly was dead outright, so she let the brief moment of silence between words speak for itself.

"But I think we're going to be okay. I think for now, what we need to do is follow Fuka's orders. That way, we can all make it back to safety...right?"

She turned to face Annie, dipped down and clutched at her arm. She felt as though she should conclude her stream of thoughts with something more inspiring, but she honestly didn't know what else to say. All she could do at this point was hope that they could finally leave this accursed realm of death.
 
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