[Main] Pretty Pretty Slaughter

Arising from Liv's legs, a sharp pain crawled up her body towards her heart. Liv gasped as her vision whited out briefly, and she nearly doubled over from the pain. But just as quickly as the pain came, it disappeared without a trace, replaced by a soothing warm that enveloped her entire being. Liv blinked, noticing a faint glow originating from her chest just before it dissipated.

Standing straighter, Liv shook her head and wondered if she imagined the whole thing.

A sigh of relief left Liv when Una complied with her request and brought May onto her pineapple star, but her breath hitched when a string of words appeared in her head. It felt like white noise, yet she wasn’t actually hearing anything. It was just like... Back in New York...

Liv looked frantically around for signs of a Gheist. They had three girls down right now, and definitely couldn’t spare any energy fighting those monstrous enemies. After an inspection of their surroundings though, Liv didn’t see any Gheists. Instead, Annie’s mech dropped down gently from above, and she informed them of Miss Fuka’s instructions.

Knowing Miss Fuka was around lessened the weight on Liv’s shoulders a little. The woman was incredibly strong, and having her around would be a great boost to their group. Without protests, Liv picked up Ophelia and Pamela, and went to join Una on the arm of Annie’s mech. The new girl and Claire joined them too, but Aimi and Luce hesitated.

Liv’s throat clenched at the mention of Lyudmila. Thinking back, she hasn’t seen her since they were transported to this battlefield. Lyudmila was usually an imposing presence in battles, but Liv failed to notice that she was even missing. The two of them were never close, but to not even realize...

Even as Claire explained the whereabouts of Lyudmila, Liv closed her eyes and took a few steadying breaths. Somehow, the ache and panic that was beginning to surface quelled. Her chest felt warm and fuzzy again, and it reminded her of...

Liv looked down at Ophelia's still face.

But it couldn't be... Could it? Even in death, Ophelia might still be helping her, guiding her along in her times of need. Longing and fondness rose inside of Liv. She silently thanked Ophelia and refocused on their situation at hand.

Lyudmila didn’t get teleported here with the rest of them, and Claire expressed uncertainty to what exactly happened to her. Maybe... maybe Claire just misunderstood. Maybe her magic got affected by her being in this different dimension.

Liv clung on to the small glimmer of hope that maybe Claire was wrong, and opened her eyes.

”We might still be able to find Lyumila, but our first priority is getting to safety first so we can actually do that,” Liv said, directing her words at Luce. She didn’t want to make any promises that they could find their missing teammate, but she needed first to convince everyone that being stuck in an unknown place with an unknown enemy was a bad idea. ”And Aimi, I understand how you feel...” Liv shifted Ophelia in her arm, ”But if we risk our own safety right now, risk our lives, by looking for an enemy that we don’t even know about, we wouldn’t be able to avenge Ophelia at all. We’d just get more of us hurt, or maybe even killed.”

Liv felt surprisingly confident as she spoke, and she resolutely remained on Annie’s mech arm, hoping that her reasoning would convince anyone still hesitating.
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Cleo Donovan

It seemed like the longer they stayed there together, the thicker the air grew and the heavier the atmosphere becomes.

The new girl, the one who resembled Frankenstein and piqued Cleo’s interest’s earlier, had made her appearance, her face twisted in anger even for a girl she barely knew anything about. Claire, who broke down upon seeing Ophelia, desperately trying in vain to revive the shattered magiaphage. Everyone around them seemed to be dying on the inside.

However, just as everyone seemed torn, Liv had gained back her composure. The squeeze on her shoulder reassured Cleo that the new squad A leader should be fine now. Pulling herself together, Liv began comforting the unsettled crew and gave out orders. As expected, the marionette has potential to be a good leader. Despite the grimness of the situation, the girls seemed to be getting back together again.

Just as Cleo was about to cross her arms, she felt the red ribbons coiled around her ankle and was yanked toward Sweetcheeks along with Una and the other new girl. Cleo raised a brow, briefly losing her own balance just as the girl used them as support to stand up, mumbling out nonsense.

“...You’re right,” a hint of annoyance flashed across the silver-haired girl’s expression before it returned to normal. She didn’t particularly liked being yanked over just to help as a stepping stone, so seeing Sweetcheeks failed and fell over on Una didn’t really spark any pity in her. With a huff and a sigh, Cleo nodded, agreeing with what Liv said about restraining her. “Let’s--”

But as she was about to finish, she heard it again. A message. It was similar to when they defeated the first one, a message that the Gheist left behind. Again, it’s a message that Cleo could not decipher, and it always came when they don’t really have the time to think about it harder.

She then noticed Liv’s chest glowing, but didn’t question further. The girl didn’t seem to be unsettled by it, but rather had an opposite effect. Cleo decided not to investigate it further, since there’s more pressing matters at hand. Besides, that glow didn’t seem like a bad thing.

And to her relief, it seemed like they don’t have to go all the way to where they assumed to be the exit, after all. Annie finally appeared toward them--Squad B’s leader, always the hero to save the day in the end. Right. Squad B still exists. It felt like after all the mess they’d been through, her squad was just constantly falling apart. Annie missing the major portions of their first Gheist battle until the end while May was shot, impaled and nearly killed, so she and Ly had to take on most of the mission---and on this one, where May was burnt almost to death (again) and Ly being the one missing this time.

And Cleo had a bad feeling on whatever could’ve happened to Lyudmila. Whether that’s much worse or not than Ophelia’s fate.

She listened to Annie’s words as she watched her set her gigantic arms onto the ground for them to get on. So Fuka’s here, the girl thought. No wonder everything ended so abruptly, she must’ve successfully disrupted the duo. And the duo…

They must have ran away, for now.

Cleo heard Una’s question after watching her get May up with her onto Annie’s arms, about why Memoria stopped attacking them, whether Fuka killed them or not. Though she didn’t immediately voice up for an answer, Cleo settled on what she thought to be the most believable outcome.

With the girls’ ability to create such a dimension---almost a world on its own, then created such chaos and mess within it, unless Fuka sniped or assassinated both of them in one shot, even if she was able to put up some fights, it wouldn’t end so quickly and suddenly. At least, it should’ve dragged on long enough for them to notice, for Annie to join in. The most logical assumption, Cleo would guess, is that Memoria and her sister must’ve escaped somewhere as soon as they realized the police had come knocking on the door on their little magical girl party.

A brutal one, that is.

Aimi’s hesitance on leaving this place resounded in the realm, her words filled with dread like her overflowing tears. To determine whether or not Fuka killed her. To kill her themselves if she’s not killed. To avenge for Ophelia right at the moment.

Cleo knew her pain. She was once in her position too, not willing to just let a friend go after seeing him die so unfairly.

Then Luce’s voice broke out, piercing into the air, cried out another question that Cleo had forced herself to put to the back of her head through the whole battle. Lyudmila. Where is she.

She and Lyudmila, in a way, had been the closest together. Sure, they barely talked, she probably couldn’t remember talking to her before fighting the Gheist together too. Their personality was different. Cleo was overly chill on one side and too wild on the other, while the girl was just downright serious. However, perhaps it’s the way they both don’t fit in too easily with the cheerful mess of colorful magical girls bubbling with different kinds of energy that both of them stay at the back and form a silent bond. And when it comes to fighting as partners, they collaborated surprisingly well with mutual respect. Calm minds, shared ideas. Cleo almost looked up to her. And they could’ve talked more together, fought together. But now she’s gone.

Disappeared without a trace, her whereabouts unknown. Claire tried. She tried to talk, tried to say what could’ve possibly happened, but it felt like she gulped down the last couple of words because they were too hard to say. Instead, she changed the topic and decided to persuade everyone that everything should be okay, that they’ll make it back to safety.

Liv has already been living up to her role as the squad leader. Despite her own mental conflicts and worries, she stood her position firmly, telling everyone that their safety is their first priority right now, each of her words speak the truth.

Cleo walked over and lifted Pamela up, dragging her with her instead of carrying as she leapt up to Annie’s arms. Her face was solemn as she turned and faced the rest of the magical girls. Everyone’s expression was exhausted, tired, smeared with blood, tears, and sweat. With them are a girl still severely wounded, a burnt idol, an unconscious chef, a dead body.

Today. What happened today. She could feel the stress building up in her, and her rationality trying to push it down.

She began reflecting, going through every single details that happened today.

Reflecting. Then she spoke.

“...Impressive,” the tip of her mouth turned upward into a smirk, but it was one of sarcasm. “We’re such a mess, aren’t we?”

“If we've formed a plan before we charge at the skeletons instead of all jump for the offense, then the damage we suffered from could’ve been less. Perhaps, if some of us pay attention to Ophelia who’s trying to maintain her orders, then she wouldn’t have died. Perhaps, if we keep an extra close eye on each of us when we’re dragged into this realm, then we could’ve noticed where Lyud could’ve disappeared to,” a loud sigh escaped from Cleo’s mouth. Then, she raised an eyebrow, her eyes flickered a hint of sadness and looked away. Her tone grew softer. “And I’m no exception to this. But as Cain would say, there's no point talking about all these now.” The last part, she mumbled to herself, not in particular for anyone to hear.

It’s the first time she actually spoke this much toward the rest of the magical girls all at once, almost as if she’s giving out a lecture. She was calm, collected, but it’s to appease whatever anger that’s lurking behind. An anger not only towards the girls but herself. As she was saying this, she was smiling--her usual, casual smile, because she never really let herself lose her composure. But her eyes weren’t. They were dead, serious, displeased. With each word she's letting out the emotions that she was slowly building up inside.

“Second battle. This is only our second battle. May’s dying a second time, and we lost two people,” she cleared her throat. “We’re all over the place.”

“I doubt Fuka killed the two. They probably fled once they realized things won’t go their way anymore. Not like I don’t believe her strength, it just didn’t seem too likely. So Aimi, you’re very well right. This could happen again. That’s why we use this as a lesson. Some of us may be strong enough to single-handedly defeat the duo, but look at us all today, screwed up by some skeleton soldiers they threw at us while they mock us from the sky.”

Cleo had one hand by the side by her waist, the other holding onto Annie’s arm. She wanted to go on more about how they all relied on Fuka too much, but she held that part, because even now she knew she’d have to rely on that girl still too. Instead, the girl let out a second sigh, quieter this time.

“....We retreat for now. Liv is right. We went through enough. We need to rest, clear our heads. God forbid what happened to those two. Then next time,” the silver-haired girl concluded, turning away from the girls. “We’d grow stronger. Smarter. Then we’ll kill her...Them both. We’d impale them together like a pincushion, burnt them to a crisp, then shattered them apart with little ball bearings, how about that?”

Ahhh, if it’s back with her gang, they’d cheer out loud together at night with a beer in hand, cigarettes falling from their mouths onto the floor.

For the first time, her smile was not a chill, casual smile. The corners of her mouth were pulled up higher than usual, her eyes wide open. They emitted a golden glow, flickering yellow light. Wild. Almost like a beast. And they looked happy. Excited. Eager.

Then she returned to normal, an awkward laugh left her mouth as she carelessly patted her squad leader’s gigantic robot metal arm with a smirk and eyed toward Sweetcheeks. She lifted one of Pamela’s arms over her shoulders. In her head, she believed she probably won't talk this much again.

“Sorry, some of you probably don't like all these dark talks. Let’s go, Annie. Ah, and Sweetcheeks, come too. Don't yank us over with your ribbons this time, we don't wanna fall.”

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Interacted with: @ everybody (mentioned during interaction in particular: Kitt Kitt Dawnsx Dawnsx dazzling dazzling Reis Reis )
Mentioned: @ everybody (in particular: Sacrosanctis Sacrosanctis LoliCowboy LoliCowboy )​
 
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Pan Pan

Pamela's body hurt, every part of it was screaming. Having more than a dozen muskets in every part of her body hurt alot, but the pain was slowly reducing and her senses were getting less numb.
She could hear small bits of sounds and her sight was coming back, only blurrier.

"..right?"

"-even killed."

"- about that?”

Pamela's vision became less blurry, and felt some movement. Someone was moving her.

"Unhg..Wha..?"

She recognized Cleo's clothes and the the thing they were standing on looked like a hand. The pain was a lot clearer, sadly.

"OW!"

Pamela tried to wriggle free, only making the pain worse. She subconsiously summoned tamales, making it rain Mexican snacks on the girls and tried to grab one. Her arm still had holes from the muskets, but there wasn't much blood. Pamela wasn't focused on that, instead she was staring at her now burnt hand which was now making the tamale burn.

"What the hell!?"


Metioned:

Cleo( SilverBlack SilverBlack )

Interacted: N/A

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Annie managed to haul everyone safely back to the hilltop with the exit to the dimension. Several vacant cannons with plenty of ammunition next to them sat on the hilltop aimed at where the girls once were. This must have been where Memoria and Chacha were firing from, but they were oddly absent. Fuka simply directed the girls out of the portal to the street. Once all the girls exited the portal it suddenly sealed. Stonewall and his militia were already in position around the portal, "Need a lift?" Stonewall called out. The SUV Jack had been using had been made in-operable by Fuka landing on the engine, and presumably sending a pulse into it to disable it.

The girls, Fuka, and Jack were all loaded in the back of a truck driven by Stonewall to wherever the girls were staying, "For the record... I uh... did try to bring you guys cold drinks..." Jack said as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "Oh... for those of you who don't recognize me.... I'm Jack Fletcher, Ms. Turner hired me to be your military adviser."

Following that, the drive to their new home was mostly quiet. The truck exited the back-road onto a narrow winding highway full of potholes. The ride was a bumpy uncomfortable one. Around the girls was acres and acres of abandoned farmland. Some plots of land had rusting tractors and farm equipment laying about, as if they were abandoned mid-harvest. They stopped at a checkpoint that restricted the highway to a single lane. The other lane was covered by roadblocks, sandbags, and a 50. Cal gun emplacement. Several militia men of the same group stood at guard. The girls would be able to see in the distance several men lined up in the nearby field on their knees, "Do not interfere" a voice rang out in the girls heads from Fuka.

The truck remained halted at the checkpoint as Stonewall made small-talk with his men. This pause allowed the girls to better see what was going on in the nearby field. Two armed militia men with bandannas covering their faces walked around the men on their knees, and it became apparent what was going on. Ahead of the men was about a dozen separate man sized holes, but before anything else could be seen, they were cleared to go through the checkpoint. Once the men were out of sight several gunshots rang off in rapid succession as the truck rolled on away at a leisurely pace.

After a few more minutes of cruising, the road went from winding through abandoned farmland, to going through a largely forested area. This area had much more traffic, several more trucks with matching Confederate battle flags came rolling out from back-roads, some with militia in tow, but others with loads of civilians. By this point it became clear that there was a lack of civilians driving out and about. The only civilians that could be seen were being transported in the back of militia trucks. The increased amount of traffic allowed the girls to get a better view of their surroundings. Many of the trees around them had wide-brimmed witch hats pinned to them with nails. Above some of these hats were planks nailed into the trees also with derogatory messages:

"Dixie whores"
"She was screaming all the way"
"Stay out of our skies"
"Suffer not the witch to live"

Were just a choice few signs of the seemingly infinite amount of hateful messages present. Stonewall's truck came to a halt to allow a convoy to pass, "We here call this place Dixie lane,' sum good witch huntin..." he called back to the girls before resuming driving.

Eventually they came across peculiar music thundering from a stone building:



A stone building was projecting this music out of it at a deafening level. The burning sun-light was reflecting fumes coming from the building, several militia men wearing hazmat outfits emerged from the stone building. Similarly dressed men emerged from the woods escorting a row of twelve youthful looking girls chained together. They appeared very earthly, wearing charms, ponchos, knotted dreaded hair, and some even had tribal-like tattoos on them. The chain-gang of earthly looking girls was slowly escorted towards the stone building blaring poppy eighties music so loud that no-one could be heard over it. A choice few girls appeared rambunctious, attempting to scream over the music, and spitting on the nearby men. Stonewall glared over at the sight of the girls being escorted towards the stone-building with an apathetic disposition as he tapped his hand on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Moments later the girls were forced into the stone building, and the doors sealed shut, somewhat dampening the music blaring out. Not-one girl exited the building...

After that haunting sight, the rest of the drive seemed to go by much faster. Stonewall dropped the girls off at the end of a winding road, "Just a short walk that-away lil' laidies... and army guy... anywho wish yuns' the best. Don't fuck with em dixie witches..." Stonewall rolled on out in his truck with not a word more. A short walk through a road surrounded by forestry, all while the music from earlier played softly in the distance, they came upon a clear uphill slope. A massive estate sat atop a hill that was surrounded by miles of unused farmland. This is where they would be staying...

Once the girls got to the front-door, it suddenly swung open on its own, "Heya heya heya! It's me, Tinkerbell!" A magical girl sat inside the home, "Ms. Turner told me to hold down the fort! Tehee! She'll be here in the coming days! So uh... lets have some fun! How bout it girls!" Tinkerbell floated into the air and did a swirl before a literal water-park materialized on the front-lawn... refreshments included....

"What the fuck..." Jack said to himself...

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(OOC: Next passive time starts now. Tinkerbell's water park/Georgia house)
 
August 5th, 2032

It had been exactly one month since the New York incident, and the world was already looking more grim. Hysteria, rioting, and false flags led to almost all of NATA's school systems being cancelled for the time being. Many non-essential organizations had ceased operation, but the Turner Corporation remained a stalwart force. Francesca had begun to utilize her authority, wealth, and connections to begin to fill in these gaps, and began to extend her companies influence further. It was already apparent even in the Pretty Protectors restricted view of the world as they were kept hidden from the masses. When they utilized the computers within the estate - news about Francesca's philanthropy was rampant; additionally, many ads on websites now were from businesses that had been bought out by the Turner Corporation. Was Francesca doing an honest good deed? Or was she taking advantage of the hectic atmosphere? Maybe a little of both? Each Pretty Protector would have their own thoughts and opinions on this matter.

Well almost all of them...

Ophelia's body had been unceremoniously sent off to be buried alongside her parents, and Lyudmila was given no respects - simply gone with the wind. Pamela had seemingly disappeared, and Fuka told the girls she had defected. Oddly enough, Fuka had restricted the girls to the estate following this incident despite any of their pledges to loyalty. Tinkerbell had manifested a state of the art security system surrounding the estate's perimeter. The Pretty Protectors day up until the 5th of August consisted of training and lounging around the estate. Jack would occasionally take requests for items, and then go on trips to retrieve them - that is if Tinkerbell had not already fulfilled the girls' desires.

Francesca had repeatedly delayed her arrival at the Georgia Estate due to business. She promised she would be their to at-least see the girls off, but it was seeming less and less likely that she would show. Francesca had not given the girls any contact information, and presumably ordered Fuka to not allow any contact with her. This behavior seemed almost unthinkable. Before the New York attack she was constantly doting after the Pretty Protectors, and spared no expense on them. Now it seemed like they were being hidden? Yet it did not seem like they had been forgotten considering Francesca had sent a new arrival, Eesha (Kyoko had been welcomed to stay with them).

On the third of August, Tinkerbell had left with Una. Fuka had been given an order from Francesca to send Una off for training in Neverlandia. Exact details of such training were never made clear, but Una had it explained to her that it was diplomatic training. It just took one of Tinkerbell's portal devices and both of them had left Georgia.

Fuka relayed to the girls that Francesca gave her word that she would arrive on the fifth of August. Unfortunately, that promise never came through. All that arrived were orders from Francesca, or maybe a secretary, that detailed a mission to go and eliminate the Mahou Hunter and free magical girls trapped in Botswana. Along with these orders came an apology....

To my dearest girls,

Please forgive my absence. I cannot be with you at the moment for reasons I cannot share in a letter. Next time we meet will be under different circumstances - if fate permits.

Love, Francesca.

No personalized messages like the days of old - just one short letter.

Immediately afterwards, the girls were all brought to the airport and loaded onto a cargo plane. They had been ordered to only pack absolutely essential items to survival due to them being sent to a much rougher environment. The girls were seated in the cargo-bay of the large aircraft that had been modified to fit the needs of passengers. Among the girls were several large containers that held various goods. The plan had explained that they would infiltrate one-mind controlled Africa via a plane transporting goods. It was quite a simple plan, but Fuka assured them that they would be fine because they were actually going to stop and refuel once they got into African airspace. This would give them the opportunity to exit the cargo-plan safely and discretely to continue their mission.

Jack came with the girls to act as their military adviser/handler and Fuka stayed behind. Fuka was adamant that Jack would act as a competent leader that would be vital their missions completion. One they had boarded the plane he sat in the cargo-hull with them. They took off and a long flight began to ensue - well not nearly long as it should have been.

It all began normal enough. They flew over the Atlantic, but things took a sick turn once they were above African airspace.

The cargo-plane experienced some odd turbulence, and then the intercom sounded...

"Dis' is your cap-ee-tan speakin," was the pilot... African? "We are experiencin' sum ma-jor turbee-lance. Please look to ur' flight attendant for further orders..." A hearty, accented, laugh began to sound through the speaker, "unatiwa...." was the last word uttered over the intercom before a cargo box suddenly burst open and sent metal fragments all about the cargo bay. Springing from it was a man made of mostly metal...

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"Hello ladies! I will be your flight attended, call me seven!" His metallic voice oozed of sadistic sarcasm. In an instant he unsheathed a plasma coated katana. The cargo door began to lower and the aircraft began to tilt upwards and was going to be completely vertical in mere moments. Seven began to let out a sadistic laugh as the girls would soon be sucked out of the rapidly depressurizing aircraft if they did not react appropriately. Thankfully for Seven, he had some sort of apparatus keeping him firmly planted on the metallic plane floor, unaffected by the increasingly more and more vertical plane. "Want to try something? Anyone?!?" He taunted with his blade in hand, seemingly to get some sort of glee out of watching the trap unfold.

Jack had reacted immediately once he heard the "captain" come over the intercom. Apparently he knew who the pilot was supposed to be, and it definitely was not the right man. He cleared the cargo bay just moments before Living Weapon 7 burst from the container. He was going to take back control of the plane, but as it tilted upwards - his heart sank when he found the door to the cockpit had been arc-welded shut. "No! No! No!" Jack raised his handgun and began to put several bullets into the pilot door, but they all pinged off of some sort of screen laid out on the other side of the door. His heart sank - they had just walked right into a trap.
 
May "Creamy Swirl" Meyer / Seven

May for the duration of the plane ride had kept her head down. She was feeling self-conscious about her bald head, and felt uglier for it. Thankfully, no-one had said anything too mean about her bare head - Fuka even went on to tell her about the tactical advantages of having no hair. May thought that was big talk coming from someone with hair as silky, perfect, and beautiful as Fuka. May's current condition also meant she would be avoiding any and all public appearances outside of her unblemished magical girl form. However, recent events and traumas had begun to make May doubt her place in the world. Should she really profit off lying? Why did she insist on being famous? After-all, she would be forgotten when the next petite and young blonde stepped up as an idol. She had begun to long for something more permanent. May desired to be remembered and not forgotten, yet old habits die hard. She still found herself obsessing over her appearance and how she would be able to surpass Una and Aimi.

May's train of thought was suddenly interrupted by an African voice coming over the plane intercom. Her heart sank when she heard his maniacal laughter - something else was happening. May disregarded her fear for a moment. She had been shot, impaled, crushed, and burnt - what could happen next? With that thought May suddenly began to feel a surge of confidence. She sprung up, but was sent flying back by the explosion of shrapnel from the container Seven was hidden within.

"Not.... Coool..." May stalwartly Remarked with several fragments of metal embedded in his torso. She transformed and the metal within her torso simply plopped out of her body. Then to her surprise the loading door began to lower, and then the airplane began to slowly tilt upwards. Oh so your intent on making us fall... is that the best you got? Creamy swirl thought to herself. Creamy had no doubts in her mind - she had to protect her team.

"Want to try something? Anyone?!?" That metallic fucker proclaimed proudly.

"Gladly!" Creamy Swirl responded with confidence. She countered the loading door opening by manifesting several large rock candy pillars. This would protect her team from falling to their untimely demise. The tilting plane could at-least be mildly off-set by her ability to jump at in-human heights. She sprung forward with mallet in hand, erected a candy pillar, and then hit it sending rock candy towards the living weapon. The rock candies hit him, yet seemed to just lose their velocity as they hit his metallic body. His metal body seemed to have some sort of property to limit the amount of force that could be exerted against it at one time. Creamy Swirl scoffed and then went for a direct strike with her mallet. Instead of parrying or dodging, Seven elected to just - catch the mallet. He stopped it with one hand with no effort despite the immense for and shock-wave rippling through the cargo bay.

Creamy Swirl threw herself backwards just narrowly avoiding a counter strike. She quickly dispelled her mallet to avoid him using it against them.

Seven remained still reveling in the girls panic, but also was measuring their capabilities. He would be quick to react to any sly moves, so the girls would have to be quick - or just plain ruthless in response.

Una & Tinkerbell

Two days before the Pretty Protectors would be ambushed aboard the cargo plane Una had already begun to experience a very different set of events.

Una had been given orders from Francesca, albeit indirectly, to join Tinkerbell in Neverlandia for training. It never was explicitly stated, but it seemed that Tinkerbell had taken a special interest in Una for some reason. Which is probably the reason she was being sent alone to Neverlandia. Tinkerbell told Una to pack up whatever she needed, but also implied that it also would be unnecessary considering she could provide whatever Una desired.

It took one step through a portal for Una to end up at the bottom of the world, yet this was no frozen wasteland. It was closer to Heaven than anything on Earth - the doubt might even emerge that they were not even on Earth. Una and Tinkerbell exited into a flowing, green, pasture that rippled and rolled onward with a light perfect breeze. The sky was a perfect blue with an artificial sun that was not hard on the eyes, and instead was a beautiful orb of light that you could stare and stare upon. A few breaths of Neverlandia air later Una would begin to feel at-peace. The air had no explicit odor, but just smelled perfect. Ones mind, when breathing the Neverlandia air, would immediately turn to happy and peaceful thoughts.

Within the rolling fields several girls frolicked and rested peacefully with one-another. They all were accompanied by beautiful servants that were dressed the same as the maid Tinkerbell had projected Una's mutation onto. Beyond the rolling pasture was a settlement in the distance. It had no signs of industrial equipment, and instead was just a conglomeration of lovely little cottages. Next to the little settlement was several glowing portals that people stepped in and out of. It could be inferred that teleportation was the preferred method of transport in Neverlandia.

Tinkerbell and Una's arrival did not go unnoticed and all the girls (along with servants) began to happily approach the pair...

"Tinkerbell! Your back!"

"I love you Tinkerbell!"

"I missed you!"

These were just a choice few phrases that came out of the countless greetings. When Una would look to Tinkerbell her eyes and disposition were not of that happy go-luck demeanor she had witnessed in the past few days. Instead Tinkerbell looked very still, almost concerned? Not a fairy granting wishes, but a king worried about her people.

Pamela

When Pamela finally came to she was nigh-frozen in a freezer. She could only move very slowly, and it was apparent that hypothermia had already set in. Several girls laid around her still as can be. Were they dead? Or just frozen? Pamela could hear the rattle of a train from within the freezer. This would make it apparent that they had been loaded into a freezer on a train. Why had she woke up? Maybe Pamela was just too stubborn to go down easily, or maybe her natural affinity for flame managed to warm her up. None the less, Pamela was being held in captivity and she had to figure out a way to escape.
 
Annie stared off into the clouds. Her hands fiddled with her gun, mirroring the way she turned heavy thoughts around in her head. The Pretty Protectors were flying across a completely different continent. This was supposed to be exciting, something that the red-headed teen always wanted. But every time she tried to enjoy the moment, her mood was brought down by the weight that settled in her chest. Ly died, Ophelia was killed. Pamela left. Even if Una wasn't gone, her absence was felt. There were so many holes in the team, fresh wounds mingling with fresh faces, and it was starting to become too much for her. Why was it that everywhere the team went, disastor struck? Yes, the whole point of their group was to go to where the trouble started and put an end to it. But did their battles really have to go hand in hand with so much loss?

She sat with her back against the wall, unfelt against the numb ridges dotting her torso. Where her first mutation took away her chest, her heart, the second spread a metallic growth across the surface of her back. There seemed to be multiple sets of circles, each pair sitting equidistant from points along her spine, but she couldn't manage to take a good look at it or figure out what it was. At the end of the day, it scared her. It scared her to think that not just her friends, but even her very body was stolen away by this strange power. For all she knew, her new abilities would keep taking and taking until there was nothing left.

Annie shook her head. Even if that was the future she faced--and she had great hope that it wasn't--there was nothing she could do about it now that things were set in motion. All she could do was adapt, fight for her fallen teammates and the peace that Pretty dreamed of.

Shit hit the fan all too soon. When the cargo box split, a lucky piece of metal sailed directly into Annie's eye. Several seconds passed, her body slow to process the shock of being injured so suddenly. By the time she realized what was going on, Creamy Swirl was already jumping towards the attacker with her mallet. She used one hand to extract the bit of metal from her head, biting her tongue to supress a moan while activating her magical girl form. Her gun was longer now, stretching beyond the form of a futuristic pistol and adopting the more intimidating shape of a carbine. The extended barrel was pointing at the robotic man named Seven before Annie could even see straight, her body stumbling to get the right footing on the tilting plane. Although the weapon's rounds were nonlethal, she couldn't summon her favorite plus-sized robot without risking the safety of everyone else in the plane. Perhaps the stunning effect would help, delaying her target while her fellow magical girls went for the kill. As she pulled the trigger, she shouted at the others in the hopes that she could bring just a bit more direction to this fresh dose of chaos. "If you fall out of the plane, I'll catch you! Don't hold anything back!"
 
| AIMI MINAKO |
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It seemed that Aimi and the rest of the Pretty Protectors couldn't catch a break.

Their stay in the mansion in Georgia had been extended, brought on by Pamela going rogue, among other factors. Aimi couldn't say that she was too upset by the aggressive girl's departure, but it was unfortunate how it had affected the rest of the squad, despite their efforts. The idol herself had personally attempted to plead to Fuka, but it seemed that it had all fallen on deaf ears. Their stay had gone from sort-of-fun-she-supposed to complete isolation-- again. It had begun to depress Aimi, who wasn't that acclimated to the separation from her fans and her parents. Her main comfort had been Auguste, who held to his promise and stayed by her side during their "vacation".

Since it seemed that there wasn't anything else for her to do, Aimi found herself spending a lot of time on the internet. Much of her time was spent browsing her fan forums, though they were all under strict orders not to post anything. Most of the posts present were threads demanding to know where she had gone, theory threads, and the occasional "Aimi is the Devil, OPEN YOUR EYES!" post, which Auguste promptly closed every time she went to open one. As time went on, the theory threads became much more... unhinged.

"Aimi was killed by the Gheist in New York, and she's been replaced with a decoy! They're training her right now, and that's why she's been gone so long!"
"She was never a real person, just a test of new projection technology! Her voice always sounded too perfect and cutesy, there's no way she wasn't an AI!"
"After John exposed it, AKUMA went back to Hell! Its disappearance is a GOOD THING!"
(This particular thread had the most replies. It also led to Auguste banning Aimi from reading the forums anymore.)

After her banishment from the Aimi Forums, she turned to reading the news. It might've been better if Auguste hadn't stopped her-- the real news was much more alarming.The world around them had fallen into chaos; schools were closed, organizations were shutting down, and Francesca had begun some sort of takeover. The ads littering her screen were all Turner Corporation owned companies, which struck the idol as odd. Well, not that odd, once she really thought it over. It made sense to take advantage of the collapse of society that seemed to be going on around them. She had always heard that their guardian was a fierce businesswoman, but she didn't quite know how to feel about this particular exploitation of the turmoil.

"Auguste, does this seem kinda weird to you? I-I mean, all of this chaos... Don't you think that we could be doing something to help people right now? To become sort of a stabilizing force for NATA right now? O-or am I being presumptuous...?" Her butler shook his head firmly. "No. While I am employed by Miss Turner, this situation is intriguing in all the wrong ways. Would you like to hear my personal opinion?" Aimi nodded. "I believe that Miss Turner is keeping the Protectors hidden in order to benefit herself. If the group began to settle things down-- which, excuse my poor manners, might not even be possible-- she would no longer stand to gain as much as she has thus far. To answer your question, yes, I do find the situation 'weird'. But, of course, I could be entirely wrong. Miss Turner is quite kind, and quite generous, as you know. It would not be out of character for her to do this for a good cause."

Auguste's words were comforting, but they didn't do that much to assuage Aimi's doubts. Benefiting herself... would Francesca really abandon us here just so she could get richer? No, it's not even about money, if she is. It's about power and influence. The idea clicked in her mind. Aimi soon found herself trusting her protector less and less. She sent Una away (another girl that Aimi wasn't upset to see go) and sent in a replacement, a girl named Eesha. She seemed nice enough, but the change in the team made Aimi feel uncomfortable. Even if she didn't get along with Una, her skill set was incredibly useful. She had deciphered all of the Gheist's speech thus far, and seemed to be the only one capable of doing so. Sometimes Aimi forgot that she was only 14 years old, but was starkly reminded when she was sent off the Neverlandia with Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell had never given her a good feeling. After her handling of Ophelia and Lyudmila's deaths, Aimi lost any sort of respect she held for one of, if not the, most powerful magical girls in existence.

Her trust in Francesca hit a low once it turned out that she wasn't coming to visit them, and opted instead to send a rather impersonal letter, apologizing for her absence. Indeed, instead of visiting, she had opted to instead send them on yet another life threatening mission-- Finding and killing the Mahou Hunter.

And so, they were all shuffled into some sort of cargo plane and hauled away, only having each other and Jack.

Another plane, another destination, another job, another fight. How many of us will die this time? Aimi tapped impatiently against the window, watching as the ground beneath them rushed past. It had only been a month since New York, but it felt like it had been ages. So many battles. Two deaths in one alone, with one injured severely. May was completely bald after being burned alive and impaled. She has it the worst out of all of us, doesn't she? I suppose karma does exist. I wonder when I'll get my comeuppance. Suddenly, odd turbulence interrupted the idol's thoughts. What's going on? Please tell me nothing is going on.

Unfortunately, Aimi was shit out of luck.

After a concerning intercom announcement which sent Jack dashing towards the cockpit, a metal man emerged from one of the cargo containers, sending shrapnel flying. One shard hit Annie directly in the eye, and several sank into May's torso. Immediately, the two girls had transformed, and Aimi saw it fit to do the same. As the plane depressurized, the idol clung desperately to the arm of her chair as she activated her scythe, attempting to use the deafening roar of the wind around them to project barriers to prevent any more pressure from escaping. Currently, they were at a severe disadvantage because of "Seven" being able to stay firmly planted on the ground.

In addition to his stationary position, it seemed that he wasn't attacking at all, just defending, despite having a katana of sorts. While Annie took shots at the man, Aimi fastened her mask on firmly, the display lighting up accordingly. Annie called out to the girls not to hold back, and that she would protect them if any of them fell. The idol smiled beneath her mask, and allowed her self charm to activate. This time, she instilled herself with a calm feeling, rather than releasing her anger again. After the experience from the battle with Memoria, she wouldn't be careless and let anyone else die. Not again.

Based on Seven's actions, as well as the pilot's, Aimi came to a few conclusions. First, they weren't trying to kill the girls, despite Seven's proclamation. Secondly, they wanted the girls to fall to the ground, in a specific location. The plane climbing quickly while remaining in the same general area meant that someone, or something, was waiting to receive and capture them down below. Finally... There was an information leak on their whereabouts. That, however, could be dealt with when the fight was over. Aimi began to share this information with the rest of the girls, shouting over the wind.

"Seven's not attacking right now, he's stalling! They want us to fall out of the plane into something else, something probably worse. We need to take care of this here and now!"

Taking her own advice, Aimi began to take Annie's order. Don't hold anything back. With a yell, she swung directly at their attacker with everything she had, releasing a massive wave of sound that could cut basic metals. She had no idea what the hell that man was made of, and was pretty sure it wasn't weak enough to be severely damaged by her attack, but it was worth a shot. Aimi kept up this assault, sending continuous attacks in their small space. If she missed too many times, the plane itself could begin to sustain serious damage, making their situation even worse.
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Kyoko hissed as metal shrapnel dug into her skin, even as her mind raced. How many this time? She wondered. How many will we have to bury? How many will we even be able to? It was funny, how quickly her mindset had shifted from "they" to "we". How funny how quickly she had grown attached, having been shown any degree of respect or care. She wasn't sure whether or not she trusted all the good she had seen. How much was a facade? She wanted to trust the girls. So badly. But as chaos erupted around her, doubt gnawed at her mind. How frequently this seemed to happen around them, coincidental threats. Was it simply the nature of magical girls to wait for the threat around every corner? Or was there something more?

She was drawn from her pain-fuelled thoughts by sudden movement. Attacks! She realized abruptly that this was the part she needed to play as well. Her transformation was complete after a sharp wave of pain through her skull, that strange shift of her skin. She let out a low growl.

To hell with doubt. These, she was sure, were her friends. And she would not let this metal bastard deprive her of what she had finally found.

She stretched out a hand, finding some small solace in the weight of the hammer that appeared there. This was her place, her role. A weapon. Not for her family, not even for the woman Francesca she knew she was working for now, but had never seen. No, she fought for herself and for those around her. No more suffering. No more death.

At least, not for her friends. It twisted in her gut how much she longed for the death of their opponent, an unfamiliar bitter mix of guilt and self-loathing. Her face, however, remained a mask.

She launched into a now all too familiar pattern of movement, dashing forward. She fainted towards the man, a low-density swing past his chest abruptly rotating into a high density swing toward his head. Surely together they could accomplish something. They could win. She knew.

She hoped.

If she were the type to pray, she would have.
 
Pamela

Cold, that's all she could feel, the chilling cold that froze her bones and blood. Pamela drew out a shallow breath, with a puff of cold air to follow. Her sight was getting pretty clear now, and she could see other girls through the fridge-place they were in, staying completely still. Either frozen or dead, she had no idea what they were. Why wasn't she like them? Why was she awake? Pamela pushed those thoughts out of her head. Who did this? Dixie Witches? No, she heard a man's voice, though his words were slurred. She couldn't remember.

Pamela felt her body shiver uncontrollably. She had to do something, since her luck could run out. With a burning determination, the Mexican moved her ever shivering and slow moving left hand to her lap. The burnt hand wasn't affected by the cold while her other one was..Colder, more powerful, even. Once her burning hand touched her lap, the heat was more than enough to draw out a satisfied sigh of relief. Pamela continued this process of slowly warming up her body while closing her eyes. The heat spreading on her body gave her energy, brought back her senses and also made her focus. Now, she could hear the movement of a..train, of course, a train. That meant her chances of going back home was really low.

Home? She never actually thought of the estate like a home. Whenever she thought of home, the small house a few minutes walk away from the restaurant came to mind, but now she couldn’t even remember what it looked like.

The warmth in her body and the anger in her mind combined and Pam used the little energy she had to push the door open with her legs.

It didn’t budge

She pushed harder. She could do this

It moved a little

Pam grit her teeth and pushed harder

Harder

Harder!

The door was pushed open and Pamela fell on her knees, shivering but smiling. She did it. Pam slowly stood up, hugging herself. Her sweater was now wet and her apron too. Green eyes peered at the pocket. It felt lighter than she remembered. Her eyes widened.

Mierda

The magiaphages were gone.

With a growl, Pamela chose not to transform just yet, instead she inspected her surroundings and looked for something that could be used as a weapon.​
 
Seated in the cargo bay among the other Pretty Protectors, Liv shifted the large duffle bag on her lap and pulled the shoulder strap more securely across her shoulder. It still made her feel a little queasy to carry around her sweethearts like this, even if she'd already applied the spray on them. But with what limited space they had in this aircraft, it couldn't be helped. Even Jerod, whom she always kept around, had to join Masa and Lilia inside the bag. She had to minimize the space she and her sweethearts took up, especially since...

Liv looked at the humanoid figure curled up beside her on the ground. The doll's body, unlike Liv's other sweethearts, was still distinctly wooden. Its surface was smooth and polished, and the curves at its chest and hips suggested that it was a female doll, but its facial features were incredibly crude, with just a small slit acting as its mouth and roughly carved orbs for eyes. If it stood to its full height, it would be just slightly taller and bulkier than Liv. On its back was a small handle that could be pulled to create a vertical opening in the doll's upper body, just large enough for a girl to slip into its hollow interior. And secured to its hip was a sheathed sword that Liv had managed to get her hands on in the past month.

Liv frowned as she studied her new doll. It was what she had been working on for the duration of their stay with Tinkerbell. Since Liv had never tried her hand at creating something this large, and added onto the fact that she had to figure out the right measurements so that she would be able to fit inside the doll, the process took longer than she'd expected. Liv barely had time to cover the doll with the strengthening spray before they were herded into the aircraft, much less give the poor thing hair or clothes. But at least with all of its joints completed, and the makeshift eyes and mouth, it would at least be functional to serve a purpose in combat. And judging by the sound of the mission... Eliminate the Mahou Hunter... Liv chewed her bottom lip. It definitely sounded like she would need her new doll.

Just as her mind was beginning to swirl with thoughts about the impending mission, the plane began to rock. Liv absently pulled the bag closer and waited for the turbulence to pass, and she barely paid heed to the intercom.

That was, until a cargo box suddenly exploded.

Perhaps because of everything that happened in New York and with Memoria, Liz found herself quickly pushing past her initial surprise and springing into action. She transformed with a thought and released her sweethearts from the the duffel bag. Just as the plane was beginning to tilt, her new doll stood up, allowing its master to leap into its body.

Liv breathed in deeply and relaxed her limbs. She would have to surrender control of her body and let the doll fight.

”I’m counting on you,” Liv murmured quietly. The doll tilted its head downwards and unsheathed its sword. With a quick movement, they dashed towards Seven and slashed at his neck.

Liv’s heart pounded as she was forced to mimic the movements of the doll’s. As the doll attacked, her body twisted and arched in ways that she has never done before. For a moment, it felt like the roles of the marionettist and marionette became reversed.

Liv shook the thought from her mind and focused on Seven, watching him and the other girls from the small slits behind the doll’s wooden orbs.
 
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On a plane || mentions : SadistPoet SadistPoet (Fuka), Kitt Kitt (Aimi), Reis Reis (Annie)

Eesha was pulling her legs to her, hugging them as she leaned on a big cardboard behind her. The packed room smelled dusty and made her hard to breathe properly, but a protest would not be of any need.

More like I don't want to sound spoiled.

While Eesha wasn't an overly-pampered child, her parents did raise her with affection all throughout her growth. Eesha hated the probability that she might wouldn't be seeing her parents for a long period of time.

But as long as they're safe...

Eesha nonchalantly rubbed her left leg. Somehow, she could still felt that pain, the impact of kicking Fuka, Francesca Turner living weapon. She recalled that event when Fuka had ordered the dark-haired girl to tell a story for her.

Eesha was shocked nonetheless, because when she said non-fatal, she had thought of using her little-to-none knowledge of self-defense. Because it would be impossible for the current her to activate her main power in a span of couple seconds, and not in wide-spaced, open area.

Feeling her feet numbing, Eesha quietly straighten her legs and let all of their weight being borne to the plane floor. Eesha decided to take a look around, though only allowing the area of her head and neck to move around. Everyone seemed quiet, with the exception of a black haired girl that was discussing with her butler about something.

Isn't she.. The Aimi?

It's quite a surprise still to found idols working for Francesca Turner. The dark-haired girl thought that they wouldn't be needing any more money, seeing as they're well-known public figures.

Eesha then turned her view to the sole red-haired girl that was looking at the cloud while a gun was held in between her hands. Wondering to herself, if that was real or merely a model, if that was purposefully brought for combat or was a harmless thing.

But... Wouldn't that be weird then?

To bring a model gun... Unless her power is related with make-believe..

Eesha wanted to ask, to simply ask some simple ones.

But things wouldn't always work to one's favor, right?

Eesha felt a sharp pain inflicted on the front area of her neck, where a carotid artery was located, and at that moment, automatically, her hand went to the cut. She felt liquid began to poured out. Not a moment later, another piece of metal scrap went and cut the other side of her neck, inflicting a disconnection on her other carotid artery.

Both of hers were now disconnected and, with a neck painted red, she felt her sight began to blur. The lack of oxygen her brain received made her pass out. The last thing she saw, was the transformation of Annie's gun.
 
Pam & Train

Looking around for a weapon would reveal that the Magical Girls in the freezer were packed in with several different crates. It was almost as if they were just another commodity to be moved to another location. Pamela would be able to find a chunk of wood that had broke off one of the crates when it was set inside the freezer. Normally, these crates would be sealed tight which would hide their inner contents. Closer inspection would reveal several cases of ammo within these crates - marked with Turner Corporation.

Surely it was a coincidence? Right?

Stepping back and looking around the cart would only reveal another damning sign. The inner-wall of the freezer was marked as Turner Corporation property. The outer doors would not budge and were sealed tight with a magnetic locking system. Several freezer-fans kept blowing to keep the chamber at an icy-cold temperature that was well below zero. Additionally, Pam would know that a magical girl could regenerate from most wounds, thus thawing the girls around them would be a possibility.

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It was literally heaven.

Una had always pictured Neverlandia to be a perfect place full of love and happiness. However seeing it in person far exceeded her expectations. Beautiful green fields as far as the eye could see, even though they were in Antarctica! Back home in Mongolia, Una had vague meories of beautiful places like this where you could see green as far as the eye could see. Those memories could have been hyped up by her imagination. Regardless, seeing other girls strolling around having the times of their lives gave Una a sense of safety. Every time she exhaled, she felt a little more secure and content in Neverlandia. Oddly enough, seeing the servants that followed around the groups of girls didn't bother her. They wore the same outfits as the poor girl Tinkerbell transferred Una's mutation onto, but for some reason it didn't make her skin crawl too much. At least they were smiling. In the distance, a small old timey looking town was visible. Is that where the magical girls lived? It had to go underground or something, Una thought to herself. However when she saw the portals, similar to what Tinkerbell used to get here, Una understood. Antartica was huge! Surely there were more places to live elsewhere, and fun things for them to do like the waterpark Tinkerbell had made.

Several girls came up to greet Tinkerbell when she arrived. They didn't pay attention to Una in the slightest, but seem overjoyed that Tinkerbell had returned. Una looked at Tinkerbell expecting to see her happy as usual, but instead she looked incredibly serious. She was thinking about something. Una visibly shook her head. She was worried. What did Tinkerbell have to worry about? She could do whatever she pleased and had made such a wonderful place for these girls. Surely there was something Una was missing.

"Is... something wrong?" Una asked Tinkerbell. It was odd to see her like this, and even though Una was still a little wary of her, she was confused as to why she wasn't bouncing around right now.
 

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"Agent Pumpkin, you are to remain alert and proceed with a thorough investigation of your surroundings. Engage any and all hostile forces that may interfere. For the time being no reinforcements nor any evacuation services can be spared. You are on your own. Proceed with the upmost caution and report back to us any and all findings."

Like a broken record those words kept repeating themselves inside Rosemary's mind. After successfully completing her "daring" escape from the ambush HQ was able to contact Rosemary with those final orders before the transmitter fully broke down. That had happened three days ago. Up until that point the only thing of note that had taken place was Rosemary returning to her former squad's campsite the day after the attack to gather clues and what little supplies had been left behind by her attackers. Needless to say, nothing to further her investigation was uncovered as by that point any footprints left behind would've been fully erased by the elements . Not even her squadmate's corpses were to be seen, all that remained of them were blood imprints left plastered on some trees and the occasional skull fragment buried beneath a thin coat of soil. With what little she was able to salvage Rosemary was able to construct a makeshift campsite far away from her previous one. The tent was filled with bullet holes that made the nights gelid, her sleeping bag was tattered and still reeked of dry blood and, most importantly, supplies were running low. And yet, Rosemary's spirit remained intact. How could she give up now? HQ was expecting so much of her, she couldn't let them down just like that.

"Agent Pumpkin, you are to remain alert and proceed with a thorough investigation of your surroundings. Engage any and all hostile forces that may interfere. For the time being no reinforcements nor any evacuation services can be spared. You are on your own. Proceed with the upmost caution and report back to us any and all findings."

Those orders played back yet again as Rosemary sat on a log brewing some instant coffee inside an empty can of beans over her camp's fireplace. Every single aspect of that message had been engraved into her brain, even the operator's cold and distant tone. Letting out a sigh Rosemary shook her head and refocused her attention on the task at hand of brewing. She detested the bitter taste of black coffee and her face already flinched in disgust at the very anticipation of its taste, but she needed the energy to make it through the day. As Rosemary drank that wretched poison she looked up to her Magitech Virtue Weapon, Chainy, as it sat motionless in front of her on the other side of the campfire.

"I know Chainy, I also miss our soft beds back in HQ, but we have our orders and we outta make the higher-ups proud..." Rosemary said before taking another sip, this time almost spitting it out when she caught a taste of beans. Maybe she should've cleaned the can a bit more thoroughly. "Jeez...I just wished SOMETHING would happen, ya know? Anything at all."

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Almost on cue with the ending of her pleas for action the deafening sound of a large aircraft flying above her made Rosemary shoot up from her seat and stare up into the sky with a shocked gaze. There it was, a large military grade cargo ship soaring through the skies, nothing appeared out of the ordinary save for the fact its trajectory appeared to be...odd. Rather than flying in a straight line the plane had begun making a rapid ascent, revealing its loading door to be wide open. Rosemary turned to her weapon, her eyes shinning with excitement.

"CHAINY! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU GRANTED WISHES! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, TH-Ah fiddlesticks, its getting away isn't it?" Said Rosemary as the sound of the airship became more and more distant.

With little time to lose Rosemary was suddenly engulfed by green flames, the figure of her body still clearly visible. Some of the flames that covered her face darkened and revealed the facial features of a jack-o-lantern cackling maniacally before the fire dissipated away, revealing Rosemary's magical girl form: Pumpkin. Once she had chained up Chainy to her right ankle and strapped the rune caster to her back the halo that hovered above Pumpkin's head sprouted wings from its side, allowing the young Virtue to take up to the skies in hot pursuit of the plane.

In the end catching up to the airship proved to be a Herculean task. For starters the sheer speed of the plane made it already hard to even get close to it, not only that but the harsh winds made it incredibly tough to fly smoothly, and finally the little cherry on top of this sundae of problems was the fact that such a quick ascent and the coffee she had drank mere seconds before did not mesh well resulting in a nauseous feeling. Still, despite all of this Pumpkin was still able to push through it all and she was ultimately able to reach the side of the plane. In order to conceal her presence rather than entering through the loading door Pumpkin decided to peek into the plane's interior through one of its windows to study the situation. Inside stood a handful of magical girls, most of which appeared to be engaging in a cautious battle against a katana-wielding...cyborg? Robot? Overly-excited cosplayer? Whatever, the point was that this was no ordinary affair which was only worsened by the plane's ascending motion. Pumpkin's attention was called upon by one particular thing though: An unconscious short haired girl appeared to be profusely bleeding from her neck. Pumpkin flew away from her peeping spot and pondered for a second.

"Talk about poor flight service. Okay, so tin man over there seems to be responsible for this whole scene, I don't trust that shit-eating grin of his. These are magical girls we are talking about though, do they even need help? Am I even allowed to help? Still, that girl seemed so badly hurt and I am on a humanitarian mission to help those in need after all. Are magical girls even considered human though? Am I human? Are any of us hum-AH FUCK IT."

With her patience finally running out and her desire for action completely taking over Pumpkin pushed her flight gear to its utter limits by placing herself behind the plane before dashing inside at full speed. With Chainy fully ignited by this point Pumpkin sped pass the magical girls and, with Chainy planted firmly right up against the sole of her shoes, went for a flying dropkick against the cyborg.​

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Tinkerbell & Una

"Is... something wrong?"

Tinkerbell noticed her stern face and then immediately dropped the tough act. "Oh oh... Just happy to be back!" She raised a finger to signal Una to wait for a moment. Tinkerbell fluttered on over to the group of approaching girls.

"Heya Julene, Ash, Marge..." she went on to greet everyone of the girls by name (excluding the servants of-course). She landed down among them and let out a calmed exhale. It appeared that she was substantially less bouncy and random within her domain. Some small talk was exchanged between them until Una dismissed them, "Heya guys, need to have a private moment with our new friend.... please."

The girls nodded happily and skipped off down towards the nice little town. Tinkerbell turned to Una and floated down in front of her, "This is all a lie. I lied to the ashen- I mean gheist... no wait I mean Francesca."

"She thinks your here to get healed and better play into her game... I am not going to let that happen, but I can't do it alone. Una - I need you to become the next Tinkerbell. I won't be around for much longer," Tinkerbell began to have tears well up in her eyes.

"I see them dying. Everyone - ALWAYS... DYING.... I am not okay. Very much not okay. I know wh- what they have done. They have-" suddenly Tinkerbell ceased talking and then an odd spatial blur appeared to rewind her backwards, "I am evil. Very evil, that's all I can say Una. We can't win! We can only hide! I see it! I saw it all!"

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All conversation had faded as the group of magical girls traveled on the cargo plane towards their next mission. Claire stirred uncomfortably, her hopes to bond further with the two newest members of the Pretty Protectors dashed from the urgency of the mission. She forced herself not to look out and down towards the distant ground, fighting the dizziness that came when she considered how high they were in the air. She tried to divert her attention from her concerns, but every second that passed amplified the anxiety in her gut. The Mahou Hunter was a specialized killer, and moving directly towards him would be dangerous. More importantly, she hoped to resolve the matter peacefully, without having to end the man's life, but the more she thought about it the less hope she had for changing his ways. Still, there had to be a way. If only she could find the right words...

Claire sighed, sifting through her Tarot cards and mentally reciting the meaning behind each one. She had always relied on her precious cards, faithful that they would interact with her natural intuition and show her the way forward. She had never doubted them, and all she could do was continue to trust that they would guide her forward. It filled her with confidence, giving her strength. It also gave her an excuse to take the responsibility off of her shoulders. She told herself that whatever happened, there were many stronger forces at play and she could only do so much to change the whims of fate.

Claire felt as though she'd had her fill of thinking for the meantime as she began to drift off. But just as she was about to fall asleep, she awakened to the sound of a strange announcement. She strained to listen to the heavily-accented voice, and she quickly grew frustrated as she realized that she couldn't understand a word he was saying. She opened her mouth to ask one of the girls to clarify, but the only sound that escaped her lips was a frightened shriek as metal fragments flew threw the air. Fear gripped her as she listened to Living Weapon #7 speak, and she clung to her seat as the plane began to tilt upward. She heard gunshots coming from the plane's cockpit and wondered if Jack was endangered. A white sheen enveloped her then quickly vanished as she changed into her magical girl form, and she shuffled her deck and drew a card. Her hands trembled and her eyes frantically bounced between Seven and the door at the back, and her heart rate picked up at the thought of falling out of the plane from these heights.

"Two of Coins!" Claire gave herself perfect balance over the terrain, and when she carefully released her seat she found that she was walking across the ground as though it were perfectly upright. It felt disorienting, but Claire had no time to think about it as she watched the girls get impaled by metal. She watched each of her allies spring into action, barely managing to keep track of the chaos, but her eyes landed on the sight of Eesha bleeding profusely after being critically wounded. She leapt to her location and caught her hand before her unconscious body could begin to fall, and she tried to assess the damage of her body.

"Eesha! Eesha! Eesha, p-please be okay!" Tears filled Claire's vision as she tried to get the girl's attention. She understood that there was no way that the magical girl would die from her injuries, but she still felt overwhelmed by the chaos that surrounded her. Would she be losing yet another one of her friends? How many times were they going to be ambushed?

She gasped as the plane door was collapsed. A light flashed and sped straight towards the cyborg in the center of the room, and its breakneck speed made her unable to tell what exactly she was looking at. She could only hope that it was not another enemy attack.
 
Cleo Donovan

Suspicion. Doubt. Over the course of their little “vacation,” or the training they were put through before August 5th, these feelings grew increasingly intense in Cleo. Her eyes constantly looked over in the direction of the estate when they were lounging around, but to compare that with the other things on her mind, this would be the least of her concerns. One could see in her eyes the complicated thoughts that lay behind. It has been one month and too much had happened.

Too much that it begins to make her suspicious of the whole place. Even enough to make Cleo think if she really belongs here. If this is the place worth staying at.

Fit wise, of course she doesn’t fit here. The reason why she’s here is to save herself from the FBI in the first place. The world outside viewed her as a terrorist, with her as one of the top criminals. Leaving here would probably lead to the worst case scenario of death, and staying here with protection offered, money and board covered, with the only exchange to use her wild nature to save the world, fight some Gheists--it didn’t sound all that bad. She didn’t necessarily mingle well with the rest of the magical girls, but they’re cool to watch and rather interesting. Staying here didn’t seem like a bad decision.

And at first it didn’t sound that complicated, either.

Leave the ghost town, Tinkerbell, Memoria and all those aside, the very Turner Corporation itself is causing Cleo to frown. Taking advantage of the world in a mess to swallow every opportunity to seize control over different businesses. Smart, definitely. And it’s not like Cleo didn’t expect that. Francesca is an outstanding businesswoman, of course she wouldn’t let this opportunity slip. Her delayed visits didn’t catch Cleo to much surprise. Obviously, with her greed over business, they wouldn’t appear to be her top priorities.

Maybe having the world taken over by Gheists isn’t actually her highest concerns, either.

But it’s definitely something that needed to be prevented. After all, no one benefits from the future Cleo once seen--in that dark, gloomy vision.

However, it would be a lie to say discontent did not rise from Cleo’s heart, obvious enough for Rey to notice and voice out. Ophelia and Ly’s death, casually brushed aside. Sure, the previous squad A leader’s body brought back for burial, but Ly--tossed away, forgotten. Pamela disappeared. Una went with Tinkerbell--something Cleo wouldn’t do, considering Tinkerbell’s mystery behind her identity, but maybe the girl could get something out of it. Too much things had happened. But the president of Turner Corporation only left behind a message, a shadow, and another mission. The woman they’re currently entrusting themselves to--blindly obeying her orders--is shrouded in mystery herself. Is she actually trustworthy? Following Cleo’s perspective of all those upper class people right now--probably not. And if one thinks deep enough about this, Cleo considered this as how the magical girls are viewed us:

They are tools. Endearing, beautiful, useful tools.

How mockable.

And here she is, bound by this authority, probably connected not only to these businesses, but also to the government, to the judicials, to her father...Because it’s the only thing she could grasp onto for now for the best of her safety. There’s no escape. No escape at all. The girl clicked her tongue.

Fuck the Mahou Hunter.

But now that she’s a foot in, she’s determined to at least dig out more about the mystery on the whole corporations and relations with Tinkerbell’s forces and probably a lot more, untangle the conspiracy, and figure out if she really wasted her time here with part of Turner Corporation. How high a risk it is if she ever wants to leave. Is it possible to leave. Are they actually blindly living in danger themselves, just brainwashed? What if the Turner Corporation is like a gheist itself? And not only the Turner Corporation--any of those who wanted control over them. Magical girls.

She would dig the fuck out of the whole thing.

The turbulence of the cargo-plane interrupted her thoughts.

For the whole while, she had been quietly obeying, placed into the aircraft, new location Africa, all things pretty much planned out by Fuka. The unnatural tone behind the flight attendant already begin to catch her attention, before the cargo box suddenly burst open, metal fragments shot through the cargo bay. One aimed straight toward Cleo’s abdomen as she stood up to see what’s going on. She hissed, before seeing that the metal fragment bounced off and fell to the floor instead. Cleo’s hand reached to touch her stomach.

Right. The mutation. It happened only a day ago, when a thin, gray layer of bone-like material began to spread over the front of her body, clasping tightly to the side of her waist, briefly reaching to the back. It went as high as to cover half her breast. It covered only a thin layer, like she’s suddenly grown some exosekeleton, but it was hard to the touch. Very hard.

The process was painful, as if million bugs chewed its way up her skin, dug itself into her abdomen, waist, stomach. But now--at least, she had a bit of defense.

Cleo’s eyes scanned over to her surroundings and quickly took the situation in. As the plane began to tilt vertically upward, depressurizing, Cleo grabbed hold to her chair to prevent her from falling. Aimi, as usual, took action almost immediately, grasping what happened well and responded fast enough. May, for once, isn’t dead--yet. It would be funny to see her die a third time. Annie acted well, her words were almost reassuring to let them fight at will, as a gun took form. Liv improved, figuring out a new technique to fight, it was rather cool to watch.

If she ever leaves, perhaps she’d be somewhat sad over not being able to look at these girls anymore.

But now’s not the time to think about that. Frustrating, complicated thoughts still lingered in her head like a swarling mess, and now they’re engaging with a new enemy.

Seven, is it. Live weapon #7. He appeared to be a cyborg, but human as well. Sadistic in personality--nature. But if he thinks some plane going vertical with his blade swaying around he’d be able to toy with them, he’d be rather naive. And Cleo’s not exactly in the goodest mood right now.

She’s annoyed. Annoyed that they’re dealing with an obnoxious enemy again. And so soon.

“Protect her magiaphage, she’d be fine as long as that’s safe,” out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted the unconscious Eesha, their newest companion, with blood swarming out of her neck and Claire worriedly looking after her. She felt a tight squeeze in her heart. Poor Claire. She probably couldn’t handle it if they lose another life so soon again.

They don’t have Pam to give immediate treatment now. Cleo’s gaze was dark. It didn’t have the usual shine and her usual bright smile.

If anything, right now their priority--her priority--is to stay alive from all these chaos that joining Pretty Protectors have been putting them through. Stay alive. Work with them.

She looked serious. Agitated, as her attention switched to the metallic man. White orbs formed under her feet. Then, as soon she jumped and they exploded, she launched forward, piercing against gravity, then after Aimi’s series of swings attacks and just as Kyoko waved her hammer against the man and...Who? A new girl attempted a dropkick, several explosions happened at once.

One of them aimed right at his hand holding the blade. It was large. Surprisingly large. Maybe even a bit unnecessary. The boom sound shattered against her ear as the white light exploded right by his hand, attempting for him to loosen the grip of his blade.

Another settled against his shoulder, but being inside a plane Cleo was aware that she could not make too large of explosions as to make the whole plane explode, so she wasn’t able to control it too well as to make it strong enough. It came out a bit weak. Even if Annie said she could catch everyone, there’d be a risk if the whole plane explode. With fire and bits everywhere.

But the last one. She was determined to get the last one. The force of the explosion pushed her forward a bit too much her body collid against the man, but her hand damn well grasped his throat. It was metal, not skin. She could not press hard, could not even choke him. But white light began to glow under her hand, against his neck as she clutched. Then it exploded. Loud.

“Do you actually think you can get us this easily?” She was laughing a bit as she spoke, as if she found the whole thing hilarious, almost tiring. A snort escaped from her as she watched the explosion happened against his throat, her eyes gleamed down at the man with almost a bit of pity and loathe. But she’s still cautious.

“Annie, get your laser attacks ready,” she called out, dashing back, once again grabbing tight against the chair, constantly using small explosions to keep her balance.

It was a risky move. The man did not do much yet, and is of potential unknown danger himself. To have the confidence to attack them all alone like this--it's either he looks down on them, or he is actually strong enough to go against them. She didn’t know yet if he has the power to go against her being like this. But since it's always better to consider the worse scenario, he probably does.

So she waited for him to react first.

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interacted ➜ Cleo SilverBlack SilverBlack , Claire Sacrosanctis Sacrosanctis , Eesha Gunnhildr Gunnhildr
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location ➜ The Bad Plane

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Things were different.

Two people were dead. Or maybe only one. And they were swapped out as easily as a stained shirt would; Just buy a new one and slip it on over. Luce felt like she was back in kindergarten, playing with those shape blocks, trying to fit a square into the hole for the circle. When she looked into their eyes she felt a bitter, metallic taste in her mouth. She shuffled closer towards the window, eyeing the newest addition from her huddled position. It was all a bit too fast for her. In and out and in and out-- the same outcome would've ensued for any of them.

She wasn't special. None of them were.

Luce gripped her knees tighter against her chest as they flew through the air. She nuzzled her face into the cradle formed by her knees and closed her eyes, the quiet talking around her filtering out into background noise. A speaker crackled on, followed by a voice so thickened with accent she couldn't understand a single thing. She looked around and saw that Claire was confused too, but before she could speak a flying piece of shrapnel bulleted through her shoulder. Luce shrieked and clutched the seat as the plane violently shuddered upwards, blood spurting out of the violent wound.

She hastily transformed, grabbing a handful of sharp feathers from the ghostly wings that had spread above her head. Through the flashing white lights and chaotic gunshots, Luce could hear Claire screaming for Eesha, the newest arrival to the group. The sound of her woe-stricken voice sent adrenaline coursing through her veins, and Luce threw herself across the small space to where Claire was leaning over Eesha's body.

For a moment, all she could do was look at the closed eyelids of the limp girl laying in front of them. Her heart ached, crying for sympathy. Why am I telling myself to feel bad? Why do I not feel bad already? Just look at that blood... She placed her hand up to the girl's neck. Dark red flowed steadily over it, dyeing her fingers in dripping, warm blood. Luce's lips parted, and she lifted the blood stained fingers to Eesha's eyes. Pushing them open, Luce managed to cough up a small shred of empathy when she saw that they fixed on a spot on the wall, her pupils dilated against the warm caramel irises. Eesha was fully unconscious. Bad.

Luce's head whipped back at the sound of Cleo's voice. "Yeah..." She said bitterly. Even in her emotional state of duress she knew that it would be best to try to tend to the wounds in some way. It would lower healing time. Pursing her lips, she slipped off the top part of her dress, casting her eyes away from Claire's and huddling down to tie it around Eesha's neck. She crossed her arms tightly under her chest and turned to Claire with a fierce look in her eyes, but her voice was shaky with embarrassment. "U..uh, so she should be like, better now..."
 
Cargo Plane

Annie was the first react following May's initial failed assault. She sprung up and immediately opened fire with her stun-carbine. This assault was complemented by Aimi simultaneously sending metal shredding sound-waves towards Seven. He was quick and moved with blazing speed, and was capable of calculating the incoming threats angle, speed, and potential damage nigh instantly. He Annie's shot by going low, and then sprung upwards and ran along the cargo planes roof to evade Aimi's torrent of sound-waves. The sound waves impacted the hull of the cargo-plane puncturing it. This led to external damage that would allow more areas to fall from.

"Seven's not attacking right now, he's stalling! They want us to fall out of the plane into something else, something probably worse. We need to take care of this here and now!" Aimi cried out affirming that they needed to take out Seven right here.

Seven sprung downwards from the rooftop landing behind Aimi, "Heh... no-one is waiting for you. Maybe some lonely African men can have fun with your pancaked corpse," he went to plunge his blade right into her Magiaphage, yet Annie managed to fire a shot right into Seven's center mass. The stun shot was enough to cause just enough of a delay that Kyoko managed to close the gap and provide support. She feigned a hammer strike and then went in for a high-density strike on Seven's head. Both of his arms acted independently with in-human skill. His free hand (left) swung right into Aimi's horn causing a small crack to form on her left horn, and then his blade hand (right) swung into the handle of the hammer severing the top from the bottom. He moved his head aside as the high-density tip of the hammer went flying into the roof the cargo plane. The force of the hammer-tip caused a man-sized hole to appear atop the cargo plane.

Seven quickly retaliated and sent the blade directly into Kyoko's chest where her magiaphage would be, however the powerful tendons surrounding it caused the blade to deflect upwards and sever her left arm. He sent a rib-cracking kick into Kyoko's chest causing her to fly backwards towards the plane wall. Seven was about to continue towards Kyoko with another powerful kick that would send her clean through the wall of the cargo plane, but Liv had no intentions of letting that happen. She charged Seven hoping to sink the blade into his neck, and he allowed her to hit the mark. He headbutted the blade causing it to shatter into a flurry of blistering fragments.

Surely he would have been able to follow up and cleanly kill Liv for her bravery, but an unexpected factor showed up through the man-sized hole in the rooftop. Rosemary flew downwards impacting Seven with Chainy. The impact of Chainy against Seven unfortunately was dampened by his metallic bodies anti-kinetic properties. He crudely thrusted his blade upwards and sent it through Rosemary's gut skewerering her mid-air, and then reached upwards to grab her neck. He held her in his grip, and was just about to rip her head clean off, but then Cleo saw an opening to unleash a torrent of explosions.

His blade was only coated in plasma, and was not made of a similarly strong materiel. It broke from a explosion that Seven could not avoid due to it being sunk right into Rosemary's belly. With his hands tied up about to rip Rosemary apart Cleo did the unthinkable - she grabbed Seven by the throat.

“Do you actually think you can get us this easily?” Cleo proudly proclaimed.

No... is all Seven could think. He surely was faster, but he was not fast enough to toss Rosemary aside to defend himself. The powerful explosion bounced off his powerful exterior causing all who were nearby to go flying away. Seven went flying towards May's candy pillars that blocked the cargo door, and then clean through them. He caught the ground of the plane with skidding sparks.

“Annie, get your laser attacks ready," Cleo called out to Annie.

Annie's carbine opened fire in a torrent of energy. It was just enough to cause Seven to not be able to recover and he fell from the cargo-plane.

Jack called out from the front of the plane, "The door! Pilot! Break this thing!"

Suddenly the plane rapidly began to descend sending everyone upwards in the air. All aboard the plane were now effectively in a zero-gravity situation. Jack was flung backwards into the loading bay of the cargo-plane, and managed to grip onto seat-belt to keep him in place. This would end up saving his life because the welded shut door to the pilots bay blasted open. A tall, burly, African man flung himself from the pilot bay in the zero gravity. In one hand he brandished a spherical object with tubes attached to it, and in his other hand he held a revolver. This was without a doubt the Mahou Hunter.
 
Khaliunaa Bayanbold

Everything Tinkerbell said didn't make sense. She referred to Francesca as not only a gheist, but also ashen-something. She immediately connected to dots between this single word and what the gheist had said in New York. "Servants of ash, why not take the world?" Francesca couldn't be a gheist. She was just an odd lady that was always so nice to them back when they lived in the tower. Franny couldn't be the very things she wanted her pretty protectors to destroy... right?

What Tinkerbell said next was the most shocking. She wanted Una to become the next Tinkerbell. Surprisingly enough Una did not welcome the idea of being like Tinkerbell, especially as she went on to ramble about how she was evil! She was about to say more, but someone had hit the rewind button on an ancient television. She and the area directly around her distorted for a few moments, before she proclaimed that they had no chance and could only hide.

Una took a slow step back, keeping her hands clasped together in front of her.

“Uhm... I don’t... I don’t understand...” Una began, her voice soft. However she cleared her throat to speak more clearly, not enjoying being so meek. “If you’re evil... if Francesca is a gheist... then who are the good guys? Why do you want me to be the one to help you? I can’t protect one of my friends, so how could I be anything like you?”
 
Una & Tinkerbell

"Well you can start bein' a little more like me by not playing with 'defective' toys," Tinkerbell got a smug grin on her face, "Right on your booby - the chippy chip! The thing that gives you armor. Here let me show you a magic trick!" Tinkerbell manifested a controlled and then pressed a button on it. Suddenly Una turned into her magical girl form against her will, and then she turned back when Tinkerbell pressed the button again. She began to "button-mash" and forcefully transformed and untransformed Una multiple times before stopping. "See! Franny put a little trick in your device, and now imagine if someone went after you with this basic lil' device," Tinkerbell hovered towards Una's face, "Well you'd be dead!"

After Tinkerbell yelled this a new face showed up. A cool blue skinned girl with crystals coating portions of her body, and an equally cool blue breeze, "Tinkerbell... you are so cruel to me.... I was waiting and waiting in the woods. Humans got near me and froze... I just wanted to be by your side..." She walked over to Tinkerbell and affectionately wrapped her arms around Tinkerbell.

"Oh oh... well you kinda freeze bugs when you get near them! So yeah! You had to hide! Good to be near you now Blanche," Tinkerbell nuzzled Blanche before turning her attention back to Una, "I am evil. I helped Memoria and Chacha attack ya' fellas, but for good reason! I personally didn't want anyone dead, but those two were actually just REALLY good killers!"

TInkerbell broke away from Blanche, and Blanche sat to the side with a pout, "You gotta understand that FRANNY is collecting data! You guys are REALLY strong magical girls, and she is testing you guys. She wants no resistance in her mission to make all the bugs her own big buffet! Now that's why I was workin alongside her, cause y'know, dummy little bugs polluting the world and tossing their video discs in the ocean. Now the real real issue is that I don't agree with her just doin' whatever she wants with us little old magical girls! Got it, right? Now anyways! We need to understand that you are to be my replacement because I DO NOT HAVE OUR BEST INTERESTS IN MIND!" Tinkerbell manifested glowing red alarms making wooping noises.

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Pamela

Pamela managed to find a plank of wood, close to one of the many crates around. She bent down to pick it up, and looked at the crate at the same time. Her eyes widened once again. It read Turner Corporation.

What!?

Pam narrowed her eyes and looked at the nearest freezer. The damn sign was still there, heck it was everywhere. That could mean many things. Either her captors liked Fracesca’s products or they worked with her. The brunnete shook her head at her last suspicion. No, it couldn’t be. Why would she capture her and other Magical Girls?

Or maybe Francesa’s business is just booming?

Yeah, that sounds about right. Pamela tried to open the crate. It was too tightly shut. She growled and tried to open it with the plank. The damn thing froze the instant she touched it. Pamela cursed and walked over to the doors while hugging herself. It was even colder here, and she was losing heat fast. She had to get out of there quickly.

Pamela tried to push the door open. It didn’t budge. Not even burn, but it got completely covered in ice once her right hand touched it. It looked like her left hand was weak during cold temperatures while her right one was a sickly blue. Pamela grimaced. The cold seemed to affect that hand the most and it gave Pam an idea.

Pamela opened the nearest freezer and hid the girl inside behind the said freezer, not without being convinced that she could freeze her to death. The Mexican then summoned one of her knives and made it float right above the door. Finally she summoned a timer and set the time for ten seconds, positioned it at the door and hid behind the freezer she emerged from. Once the timer reached zero, it would explode and if it managed to destroy the door, any enemy attracted by the noise would be assaulted by the floating knife. Pamela in the meanwhile, was healing herself with a tamale.​
 
Train Freezer Cart

Pamela rammed the plank of wood into the various freezer fans causing them to bust up the system. The temperature in the cart over a course of ten minutes began to rapidly warm. The magical girls within the freezer train-cart began to thaw. They were dead for the moment, but their magiaphages would soon kick back in and regenerate them back to life. The rumbling of the train moving onward progressed without skipping a beat. It seemed as if those aboard the train were not aware of the freezer suddenly raising in temperature. Several magical girls began to shift and slowly move about. There was about twenty in total, but only two of them managed to awaken to a fully sentient state quickly. One was a blonde haired girl (OOC: This is Patch) and another was a petite short haired girl with ears that looked to be similar to that of a rat. She came to and looked about in fear, and then began to cry. "Mom... mom..." she said to herself in fear, "I want to go home..." her crying only appeared to get worse and worse.

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Patch

Patch’s eyes fluttered open right after she felt something weird. Was she dead? Was she in heaven? Or hell? Nah, hell wasn’t cold. The first thing that came in her sight, was the roof, infront if it was a brown haired girl staring at her.

“Sup, Grim Reap!”




Pamela

Pam was currently staring at the two girls in disbelief, not after angrily cursing the failure of her plan in Spanish..Rather loudly. Now, not only the room got cooler, but two girls woke up. That was good news, but God, she didn’t expect an actual baby and a girl whose attitude spelled annoying in the Mexican’s brain.

Pamela facepalmed and sighed, before turning to the crying girl

“Hey, hey, if you don’t stop crying, you probably very much won’t see your mom again cause the guys that took you are gonna kill you”

Not her best shot, but then again, she was in a bad mood.

“Oh wait.. I’m not dead? Oh man..”

This escape just got harder​
 
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