[Main] Pretty Pretty Slaughter

Khaliunaa Bayanbold

Una didn’t like being tricked. It was hard for her to forgive people that betrayed her, but she still found it hard to believe that Francesca didn’t have her best interests in mind. Tinkerbell changed that right away by showing the truth behind the chip planted into her chest. Changing form so rapidly was incredibly disorienting, after the ordeal Una felt like her entire body was tingling, and she stumbled down to her knees.

Tinkerbell then reaffirmed that she was evil by explaining how she helped Memoria and ChaCha attack them. She had helped them kill Ophelia... It took a lot of willpower not to yell at Tinkerbell, but Una knew better at this point. She didn’t want to risk having her mutation returned... or worse.

Una listened carefully as Franny’s grand scheme was explained a bit further. Una knew by now that Tinkerbell called humans bugs. If Franny was really some kind of gheist then her wanting them all for herself made sense. It was still all very confusing nonetheless. Learning she’d been lied to all this time was heartbreaking. Tinkerbell had Emerie in captivity too, so surely she was serious about this if she was willing to arrest a random ‘bug’. Tinkerbell suddenly had another random bout of issues as she yelled that she did not have their best interests in mind loudly. Una winced at how loud she was. She needed to know more, but not trigger whatever was making Tinkerbell flip out. She watched as she moved away from Blanche once again.

“Alright then, how do I go about becoming your successor?”
 

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Ah, the cold embrace of a blade against one's innards, a feeling Pumpkin had yet to experience up until that point. Despite striking the cyborg with what she presumed was all of her might it did little to even leave a dent on the technologically enhanced being's thick plating and thus Pumpkin was forced to pay the consequences of her reckless actions. In what seemed like a measly blink of the eye Pumpkin was fully impaled by the hostile being's katana, a wave of blood made its way up her throat ready to abandon ship until it was blocked off once the cyborg proceeded to choke her. Left in shock by the swiftly unraveling events Pumpkin was incapable of putting up even the slightest amount of resistance against her aggressor's grasp. Had it not been for the brave and explosive actions of a sole magical girl she would've surely perished where she stood, though such an extreme move was not left without its side effects as Pumpkin was flung onto the plane's wall by the explosion's blast.

As the battle against the cyborg briefly raged on Pumpkin was left to cough up the blood that had built up inside of her neck. Staring at her wounded belly in that very moment Pumpkin truly felt utterly powerless, a feeling she had experienced back when her squad was ambushed during that fateful night. Her regenerative functions were quick to get to work and while the pain may have been soothed there was no way to mend her pride for the time being. So many noises and voices filled the air around Pumpkin, though from her perspective they all sounded so distant as her focus was plastered on the wound. This lack of attention resulted in Pumpkin only realizing the floaty predicament she was in moments after the plane had already began plunging towards the ground. Dazed by what was happening Pumpkin looked up, spotting the magical girls but no signs of the cybernetic being, his presence replaced by a strangely familiar looking ordinary man. Oh yeah, did I mention he was also holding a revolver?

Out of the frying pan, into the oven. Pumpkin lacked any sort of knowledge of the revolver-holding man's identity to make a clear choice, was he an ally to the magical girls or a foe? Could she truly risk having so many of them turn against her due to a mistake? Still, that strange familiarity made Pumpkin stay on her guard for some reason. Not only that, but he was also holding onto a spherical object. A bomb perhaps? While the prospect of being blown to smithereens made an escape a tantalizing option on how to proceed it would also place her in the spotlight and thus drawing the attention of the man's bullets should he turn out to be hostile. If that were the case she'd have a hard time dodging said bullets due to her wounded body. Chainy was also out of the question due the zero-g conditions they were in because: Firstly Pumpkin would have a hard time controlling its fire and possibly even set ablaze one of the magical girls and secondly kicking Chainy toward the man would also be inefficient due to the lack of gravity, same reason why physical combat would also be a dangerous option. And so only one option remained...

Pumpkin struggled to unstrap her rune caster from her back, though once she did she was quick to take aim. Her target? The man's hand/arms that held onto the revolver. With no time to recite her marksmanship training Pumpkin simply shot three times before ceasing fire after the recoil caused some of her gut's pain to return. Pumpkin freed one of her hands to hold onto the wound that had yet to fully heal, hoping the orbs would at least graze its target.​

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Una and Tinkerbell

Tinkerbell turned to Blanche, "Alrighty honey run along. Grown ups are talking right now." Blanche pouted and then went off through one of the nearby portals, "Alrighty Uneey... gonna break it to ya' - you are NEVER EVER IN ALL THE HISTORY OF EVER GONNA BE EVER AS EVERLY AWESOME AS ME THE RULER OF NEVERLANDIA!" She hovered up to eye-level, "Get it? Got it? Good..." She returned back to the ground and her tone adopted a mildly somber one, "But I need you to find a new place to take the girls. See when I'm gone this place will go away, and ya can't exist on a chunk of ice. You are here to study this technology, learn, and try to recreate this place somewhere else. So when the time comes you can protect all the girls here from me."

Tinkerbell let her words sink in for a moment before turning back into a ball of energy, "ANYWAYS! I got several big jobs for you Una! Do them in any order you like. First I need you to hack a computer, big answers are in there! Second, I've been hyping up your arrival to some of the girls! Meet and greet time! Three, I want you to meet my officers. We are having a big big big meeting later. This will prove whether or not you are worthy! We have a 10 thousand star suite for you to stay in! All the food and junk food you could ever want piggyyyy!" Tinkerbell smiled while jabbing a finger into Una's abs.

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Pam, Patch, and Train Girls

The rat eared girl kept crying out despite being told to shut up. She went over to the wall of the train and began to chew on it. Miraculously bits and pieces of it began to be ripped clear away. Was her power to chew through things? Although, in a single moment a screeching noise could be heard as the train began to slow down. Then gunfire erupted outside of the train cabin. It was not being fired at the train, but away from it at some other target. The rat eared girl retreated back from the wall of the train and hid behind the boxes of ammo. She appeared afraid for her life, and was not much of a fighter.

From the holes the rat eared girl made one could see outside at the lush forest surrounding the train tracks. The targets that were being fired at could not be seen, nor could the people firing the guns be seen either. What would the girls do?

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Pamela

The girl didn’t listen. Not like Pamela expected her to but she cried even louder. The Mexican had to resist grabbing the kid and shoving something in her mouth, but the kid went to the wall and began to..Chew on it? And when she did, bits of the wall were torn!

“What a useful llorona”

“Agreed”

Almost a second later, the train slowed down and gunshots were heard. The curious thing being that they weren’t aimed at them. Pamela made her way to the holes and summoned her oven mitt, put it on and punched the holes, making it bigger.

Patch

Bell watched as the brunette punched open some holes with an..Oven mitt? These girls were full of surprises. Patch made her way over and poked her head out of the big hole to see what was going on, only to get dragged back in by the brunette.

“Don’t do that! You’ll be vulnerable!”

She had a point, but how would they know who they were shooting at? Patch looked at the hole. It was now big enough for a person or two to pass through, or in her opinion; jump through. A grin appeared in her face and with a flash of light, she transformed and took some steps back.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting us out of here”

“Don’t you- HEY! PUT ME DOWN”

Patch had picked up the girl, who was now struggling to get out.

“Wait what about the ki-AAH!”

The brunette was once again interrupted by Patch’s jump. They both landed on some bushes, not so gracefully. The brunette (Who Patch nicknamed Shouta) shoved her off and dusted herself, not before glaring at her and muttering insults in another language. Patch took the time to look around and hope they weren’t far away from the train.
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Despite herself, Kyoko let out a scream as her arm was severed from her body. Her broken hammer clattered to the ground, disappearing, and she knew it would be several minutes before she could resummon it.

She should be dead. The grim knowledge gnawed at her. She. Should. Be. Dead. But she wasn't. She was just a perfectly alive fool. Their attacks were flawed, uncoordinated. But what could she do? Chaos erupted around her, attacks and what she was pretty sure was a new face blurring together in her pain.

No. No. No pain. There was. No. Time.

She struggled to her feet, clenching the knuckles first on her good arm, and then on the arm lying limp on the floor. Good. It was a tool, even if it was a bit of a screwdriver in a situation calling for a hammer. Workable, but not ideal. She was about to cry out, to try to coordinate an attack, when the plane suddenly pitched. She felt her stomach drop as she was launched into the air.

The door to the pilot's cabin opened, and a strange man armed with a menacing looking weapon emerged. Damn. One threat had been bad enough, but now two? This newcomer, at least, looked... human. She could handle human.

She twisted herself in the air, planting her feet against the nearby wall so she could push off towards him. She clenched her fists again, baring the sharp bone spurs on her knuckles. "Someone cover me!" She yelled. "Take out the squishy one!" She could take a beating, she knew that. So she would be the shield while the others did real damage. The distraction.

She would be good for something, at least.
 
Pam, Patch, and Train

Now with the girls outside of the train they would be able to have a better grasp of the current situation. Darting figures in the sky could be seen zooming about as mounted turrets atop every other train-cart attempted to shoot them down. Pam would be able to recognize them as Dixie witches. Looking up the rail road track a modest stone bridge had been destroyed causing the sudden halt of the train. It would be clear that the Dixie Witches must have had something to do with this. The darting figures on brooms would swoop down and toss bombs coated in a sticky substance on the turrets disarming the train of its outward defenses. It appeared the Dixie witches had suffered no casualties and train robberies were natural to them.

Following the turrets being destroyed within moments it would give Pam a moment to see the labeling on the side of the high-tech train: "ArarakiCorp." If Pam did any studying on the surrounding area she would know that ArarakiCorp was located in Atlanta, Georgia. They were a corporation that made massive head-way into specialized weapon manufacturing, but

The train remained oddly still for a time being. The Dixie Witches landed on the front cart and tossed out the men piloting the train. It appeared that the turrets were automated at-least. Landing down next to Pam was a familiar face (Complete with her patched-up leather jacket) Suelle, "Sup, saw ya' get lynched up like a lil ol coondog. Convinced mah' girls to give yuns' a helping hand while redistributing the wealth," Suelle pointed towards the train which was already being looted by various Dixie witches. They utilized small explosive charges to blast off the locks of the carts and then began to rummage through them looking for key items of value.

All seemed well enough. The rat-eared girl began to climb out of the train-cart sheepishly with tear stained eyes, "H- hey guys... you lef- AH!" She suddenly was pulled back into the train cart and then a singular screeching scream of agony erupted from within the train cart before she was tossed out with a gaping hole in her chest, and short one magiaphage. She laid limp on the ground as lifeless as the surrounding pebbles.

What the hell was in the train-cart?

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Pamela

After muttering insults to Blondie, Pam looked at the train, the sign of ArarakiCorp visible at the side. This corporation made weapons and was located in Georgia. At least she didn’t leave the state. Some figures in brooms which Pam later recognized as Dixie Witches were tossing bombs on the train’s turrets. She knew not to be surprised. If they were dealers then this should be pretty normal to them. A familiar face landed right beside her, making Pam smile a bit.

"Sup, saw ya' get lynched up like a lil ol coondog. Convinced mah' girls to give yuns' a helping hand while redistributing the wealth,"

“Thanks, can you leave a guy alive? You guys can interrogate him later”

Pam knew from experience that she would definitely kill the fella in an attempt to interrogate.

The peace was soon interrupted when rat-baby tried to climb out of the train

"H- hey guys... you lef- AH!"

Pam’s eyes widened as the girl got pulled back in, followed by a scream of agony that brought back bad memories before she got tossed out, with a hole in her chest and no magiaphage.

“FUCK!”

Even Blondie looked like puking. Pam turned to her and shook her violently.

“I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD’VE LET HER COME WITH US!”

The shaking only made her face even greener, before she puked on a nearby bush. The image of Ophelia flashed in her eyes and the Mexican growled. What about the other girls inside? Unzipping her secret pocket, Pamela took out her chip and pressed it above her heart. A cold air enveloped her as she transformed for the first time into..

Cold Blaze

Pamela looked at her alternate outfit. It was all blue.

“Cool”

Blondie grinned at her with the remark. Pam didn’t understand until she saw her right hand, which was now an ice blade of some sort. She gave Blondie a raised eyebrow

“I see what you did there”

Pam turned to Suelle

“Tell your girls to retreat for a while before whatever’s in there kills them”

Pamela readied her pan and made an ice ball with it, before throwing it into the train cart. The ball exploded in ultra cold air and ice spikes when it touched the floor.

Patch

After Shouta threw in her ice-ball, Patch transformed and ran into the now-even-colder-than-before train cart. It was time to practice her brand new move she just came up with. With a smile, Patch began to spin around, and threw multiple needles at the same time.​
 
Liv's heart was thundering, ears ringing. Seven was dodging and deflecting all of their attacks, and the most that they were able to do was to delay his actions, not to mention the damage that was being done to the plane. Her throat tightened when her own sword broke into countless pieces. The sword wasn't made of any type of special material, but for it to shatter like this-

Liv braced herself for Seven's attack. Her new doll was undoubtedly stronger than her other sweethearts, but it lacked in agility. Seven was unarguably superior than all of them in terms of combat prowess and speed. They wouldn't be able to dodge his attack. She spared a glance at Jerod and the others. Disoriented by the tipping plane and the unexpected situation, they were just beginning to catch their balance and take in the battle. Liv's lips tugged upwards. At least when she dies, her sweethearts would just become regular dolls, and safe from Seven's onslaught.

But whatever Seven was about to do was interrupted by a figure flew down from the hole on the top of the plane, striking Seven with her... Chainball? The doll took the opportunity of the momentary distraction to leap out of Seven's reach. Even with the element of surprise though, the newcomer's attack was ineffective, and Liv grimaced as Seven impaled the girl. The doll moved forward, perhaps with intentions to rescue the girl, but Liv tensed her muscles and held it back.

"Leave her," Liv huffed out. Her instincts screamed at her to help the girl- a potential ally, but that was risking too much. The girl may have saved her life with her sudden appearance, but it was likely an unintentional act, and Liv didn't even know her. She wasn't planning to risk her life just so she can repay a such a fatuous debt.

Liv watched grimly as Seven grabbed the girl's neck, but a barrage of explosions distracted him just long enough for Cleo to grip his throat, and another explosion blew him out of the cargo plane.

Releasing a breath, Liv allowed herself to relax minutely as she watched the new girl clamor to her feet, albeit blood gushing from her wound and mouth. But she'll heal in time, Liv thought breezily. But the brief moment of reprieve is quickly interrupted by a shout from Jack, and Liv snapped to attention just before being flung into the side of the plane.

The doll took the brunt of the impact, but Liv's vision still swam as she duly realized that the plane was... Falling? For a second she thought yet another magical girl, or someone like Seven had launched another attack on them, but she caught sight of a large man emerging from the pilot bay, a revolver in one hand and a strange... Sphere? in the other. The new girl, despite her grievous wounds, fired three bullets at him in rapid succession, and her aim seemed to be the arm holding the revolver. Yet an alarm blared in Liv's head, that the spherical object is the real bad news. After all, magical girls can heal from bullet wounds so long as they didn't hit their magiaphage (she promptly shoved aside the image of Ophelia's magiaphage strewn across the ground), but that object was an unknown factor.

Liv snapped her head towards her sweethearts. Masa was holding onto a seat for dear life, his other hand holding onto Jerod's collar while Lilia latched onto the latter's arm. The three met her gaze, and she shifted her eyes towards the spherical object then back at them. Confusion briefly crossed Jerod's face, but Lilia immediately took action. As Kyoko charged towards the man, Lilia brandished her whip and swung towards the man's hand that was holding the sphere.

"Oh I see!" Jerod grinned sheepishly. With a quick snap of his free arm, two knives followed Lilia's whip, one aimed for the sphere, and the other for the hand holding it.
 
Eesha Shahnaz
In a plane || Mentions: Claire ( Sacrosanctis Sacrosanctis ), Lucie ( dazzling dazzling ), Cleo ( SilverBlack SilverBlack )

The feeling of her torso in air, and her hands that were gripped by someone, she felt them. A hysterical scream was also heard, ringing in her ears. Eesha who was in her unconscious state, surprisingly, felt calm.

So this is the feeling of dying?

Relaxing, and tranquil. They were feelings that she had always wanted to last. And in all of her honesty, this was way better than having to fight some scary, dangerous beings. She didn't even know what she should do. Nothing.

But somehow, the hand that was holding hers told her to go back, to cling onto the soul that's bestowed upon her. Not long, her eyelids were softly caressed open. Eesha could saw a girl before her. A pure white tresses that reminded her of snow were framing the face of the owner.

Snow? Ahh..

She remembered that she had once brought it in the middle of a hot summer, covering almost the entirety of the field near where she lived. Logically, it would be nowhere near possible. But, that time, the children there were really wishing for it. And she was able to deliver. Ah... How could they be so pure, untainted.

They believe in something even without a single logic being adorned.

Seconds passed, and as her arteries began to connect, and as the cuts began to disappear, the blood flowed normally once more. Orders were once again able to be delivered from her brain, and the first was her hands returning the same action towards the holder of her hands.

She could then smell it, the metallic scent she would found in blood.

It's near.

A couple of blink, and some of her body parts began to make motions. The oxygen began to empower her body, along with the dusty smell from the cardboard boxes.

Wait... That's it!

Eesha was about to sat up when she felt her body began to felt light. Eesha looked to the side, while being mindful not to make anymore wounds. She then noticed one of her fellow comrades, Lucie, or what she was in that moment, "Halo". In front of the three of them, standing devensively, was Cleo.

Eesha managed to looked on the figure that had Cleo's and as well others attention. Judging from the figure standing before them, Eesha identified it as a male--an adult male.

Dangerous as well...

Changing into her magical form would be considerably thoughtless in this situation. But she needed to.

"Everyone! Whatever I say after I transform, please believe!"

She couldn't think straight enough to produce a story with overwhelming senses, thus why she would need everyone to believe whatever bullshit she's going to throw.

And then, faint light began to gather around her, only releasing and faded away after her former dark hair turned blue, while her eyes turned golden. Her small figure, was then heightened.

With one arm still held by Claire, Eesha summoned several window interfaces as her band of light disappeared from behind her head, before manifested above the cargo plane with massively-increased size. No second had passed, and the barrier was already set, leaving spaces around the already gigantic plane.

She had set a voice filter and was ready to wait for any kind of signal.

Turner Corporation is known for its contribution on weaponry. That's why..

As if it's the day for her favor to be granted, menacing sound of three shots, and Kyoko's scream rang in her ears, along with the sound of the knifes thrown by Liv as they swiftly cut through the air. Both of them, she noticed, were aiming for his hands.

(OOC note: everything that's colored blue is said by Eesha.)

"Three shots are heard, and as well a cry of tears. Fellow holy comrades of mine, proceed we shall do."

Eesha exclaimed with a robotic, elegant female voice. The sound was originated from a brown box marked Turner Corporation.

Tranquility-filled, robotic voice that rang as a warning to the humans. They who rose to unite and fought all evil. The leader, O Holy Joan of Arc. Her blue eyes and lush golden hair, body untainted from sin.

A voice a story-teller would use was then used by Eesha. This will be troublesome, she thought as Joan and her armies rose out of the boxes that were scattered around the cargo bay.

She would then glanced to the sole black-skinned human,
"All evil, demoness and demon we shall purge." The maiden said. And as she pointed at the Mahou Hunter, she spoke once more.

"Fellow comrades of mine. Do not hold back against him. Purifying a sin now is better than at the latter time."

The small group consisted of the two purest of knights and herself stayed intact with the floor of the plane, truly such magnificent pieces, created by Turner Corporation itself.

Joan of Arc bestowed each of the magical girls in the area with a gentlest smile a living weapon could made. "O magical girls, please let us lend you a help to get this being out of his misery. Truly, to see a creation of god in this state, I couldn't help but to pity them."

"That's why, O magical girls that are blessed by the God, let us purge that evil out of him together."

If the magical girls were to believe in this bullshitery of hers, then Joan of Arc and her comrades would materialize and everything she said would happen. That's why Eesha could only hope that they would do that favor of her.
 
Pam, Patch and Train

“Tell your girls to retreat for a while before whatever’s in there kills them”

Suelle stared at Pam dumbfounded at what just happened. She just chucked a freezing ice orb into a train cart full of living girls. The ice-spikes were visible through the hole in the train-cart. They were coated in blood, and one even shoved a magiaphage upwards still with a glow. It must have pierced so harshly through a magical girls chest that it forced the magiaphage from their chest. The girls remaining in the train-cart were either dead now, or wanting to be dead. The moans, death cackles, and cries for help could be heard from within the train cart. All because Pam acted before critically thinking about the situation.

Suelle's eye began to twitch, "First ya' don't be tellin' me n' my ladies what the fuck to do you fucking bean faced cotton-pickin' half-brained fuckin mongoloid! You LITERALLY just killed who we were here to save! You g- g- AH if I could take the lords name in vain I would! You FUCKIN moron!" Suelle's eyes glew a golden hew and she put an entire magazines worth of bullets from her handgun into Pamela's chest in an instantaneous moment. It was as-if she had supernatural gun-firing capabilities. She topped it all off flying upwards out of range with a speedy grace on her broom, "Ya'll magical girls are dead to us. Too much of a g- go- DAMN liability to all us NORMAL folk!" Suelle and the others flew off. With a shout back, "We'll be back ta' take any valuables off your corpse later!"

Pam would still be able to fight on despite her wounds due to her magical girl regeneration, but her ego might be bruised from this incident. As if adding insult to injury a figure appeared atop the train cart. It was a curvaceous woman in a skin tight leather suit. She looked oddly familer, "My time pretending to be a maid really gave me a low opinion of you Pam. Always hitting people with pans, and generally acting like a... I dunno, stereotype?" She stood proud atop the train casually loading her magnum, it was unmistakably May's former maid - Ruri.

"Thanks to you though - you made my job a hell of a lot easier. Not gonna lie, even with this exoskeleton arm thingy," she held up her right hand which was surrounded in a bloody metal brace, "Ripping out a magiaphage is a doozy... especially when rat ears wants to struggle." Ruri hopped down from the train-cart to the floor, her boots slowing her fall, "I'm gonna make you a little deal Josefina and company. I have a sniper, with magiaphage tipped bullets, aimed right at your magiaphages right now. He's a great sniper, he'll drop both of you. Turn around and walk away, and let me finish my mission here. I have to clean up the mess you caused Pam," Ruri paused a moment with pursed lips, "Now run along, or else we will be forced to drop you both like a sack of tomatoes."

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lucia megume "halo"



interacted ➜ Mahou Hunter SadistPoet SadistPoet
mentioned ➜ Claire Sacrosanctis Sacrosanctis , Eesha Gunnhildr Gunnhildr , Kyoko LoliCowboy LoliCowboy , Liv Dawnsx Dawnsx
location ➜ The Bad Plane

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The girl in front of her was slowly regaining consciousness. Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to give her my shirt. Luce turned around, her arms still tightly crossed under her bust. Her mouth was twisted to the side, and when she faced back at the pair, Eesha was slowly coming to a stand with the help of Claire. The words that came out of her mouth alarmed her-- What could possibly happen? But Luce was too focused on the situation at hand to dwell on it and looked angrily at the man standing at the front of the plane, some sort of high-tech sphere swinging from his hand and a revolver in the other. Liv and Kyoko were already hard at work, but maybe they could use an extra hand.

The ring of soft light, followed by the appearance of much brighter panels seemingly floating in the air, brought her attention back to Eesha. She had transformed into Estera and looked to be preparing something. Luce smiled, watching her closely. Seeing the new girl in action would be fun, but she had high expectations.

She wasn't let down. The sweet, soft, sophisticated voice emanating from something somewhere in the corner lulled her and made her feel as if her feet were hovering above the ground. The careful words captivated her, sharpening her eyes into small slits looking at the girl through all the fuzz dancing in her head. Calm. Calm, pinning her attention to the words of the robot voice in the little box. And then... Joan Of Arc. The familiar name called Luce out of her daze, and her eyes sharpened again into a critical squint. But the words from earlier urged her to delve back into that delicate sense of serenity.

Believe.

And she did. With each command a new candle of small anger was lit inside of her.

Let us purge that evil out of him together.

The words resonated inside her head as if they were her own, and the small candles simultaneously connected and merged into a roaring bonfire. In this new state of pure rage, her view once more found Kyoko and Liv and the dark-skinned man. Even in her altered emotional state her process of thinking remained the same; Maybe they could use an extra hand. An extra hand to cleanse him of his sin. An extra hand that maybe now Kyoko would need without her arm. And so Luce grabbed another handful of sharp feathers and charged.

As she leaped forwards with inhuman speed, she heard Kyoko utter out a sentence as she braced herself against a wall. Squishy... one? Even if she understood the command, momentum carried Luce through the air towards the Mahou Hunter, where she made a sliding stop. Kyoko charged. Lilia swang her whip back. Jerrod threw knives with deadly precision towards the sphere. With a last glance back at Eesha, Luce jumped up in the air.

For a small moment, she could feel herself, timelessly suspended. She hadn't done anything yet. She could still walk away. Eesha's words were still in her head. If she stopped now, if she gave up, she would sin. Something that in that very moment she had sworn and took action against. So no, she couldn't walk away. And after that small moment, gravity brought her down, and the knife reared back above her head swung down towards the Mahou Hunter.

Luce swung for his temples, feeling her knife make impact and slide across his face. A bolt of panic seized her heart. Surely this man wasn't someone who would just sit by and watch a bunch of little girls attack him. Even then, Luce was the oldest. If she turned away and ran back like a coward, what kind of example was she setting? She swung again, blindly slashing through the air. Every hit matters. It is something. I am doing something. Though the slashes were probably not anything substantial, Luce would keep on swinging until she couldn't.
 
Crashing Airplane



"I am not going to let them die."
"I am not going to let them suffer to her."
"I am not going to let them suffer to me."

Jerod's blade punctured the wrapping around the sphere and then he skid down tearing the bandage from the... face!?! A violet, bloodshot, dried out, and agonized eye met Jerod's gaze. It was wide-eyed with shock for a moment, but then its gaze softened into a relaxed one. Hello little friend.... A soft girly voice could be heard in Jerod's mind.

Luce hovered above in close combat with the Mahou Hunter cutting off his escape. She already managed to nick his face, and then followed up with an attempt at a killing blow. A bullet was sent right through her stabbing arm, and then his other arm was brought up to counter. Lilia still was holding onto the whip which caused her to be flung up into the air too. He caught her already wounded arm and twisted it out of the way. He was about to dart forward in an escape...

And then Eesha began to speak.

"Three shots are heard, and as well a cry of tears. Fellow holy comrades of mine, proceed we shall do."

Tranquility-filled, robotic voice that rang as a warning to the humans. They who rose to unite and fought all evil. The leader, O Holy Joan of Arc. Her blue eyes and lush golden hair, body untainted from sin.

She would then glanced to the sole black-skinned human,

"All evil, demoness and demon we shall purge." The maiden said. And as she pointed at the Mahou Hunter, she spoke once more.

"Fellow comrades of mine. Do not hold back against him. Purifying a sin now is better than at the latter time."

The small group consisted of the two purest of knights and herself stayed intact with the floor of the plane, truly such magnificent pieces, created by Turner Corporation itself.

Joan of Arc bestowed each of the magical girls in the area with a gentlest smile a living weapon could made. "O magical girls, please let us lend you a help to get this being out of his misery. Truly, to see a creation of god in this state, I couldn't help but to pity them."

"That's why, O magical girls that are blessed by the God, let us purge that evil out of him together."

Nothing happened over the course of the story, but it caught the ear of one person in particular. The sphere began to glow a soft pink hue, and then the bandages began to smolder. Time then froze to an absolute still, yet everyone was still aware. The sphere broke away from the tubing and began to float up in the frozen time-space.

That sounded just like the stories she use to spin about herself. Joan was really something, and I miss her dearly. Thank you Eesha. Now if you don't mind - I'm going to hijack your power for a second...

Once a girl rose to help the warring people of Earth. A girl who believed in a world of peace, fairness, and equality. Her nature kind, and never wishing harm upon others. Still many wanted her gone because they feared her. They feared the implications of her power and her grand idea. They feared her as a threat to their grand scheme, whatever that may be. None the less, that girl is also a bad story teller, but she is also VERY powerful too.

That girl is me, Pretty.

The floating orb of soft-pink light began to grow and grow. No physical form was apparent, yet it did feel like life was being made.

That girl, Pretty, is going to rewrite her own story Mahou Hunter. I do not hate you, and I know you are only doing what you believe. You tricking me, deceiving me, and subsequently decapitating me only makes me more resolute in my purpose. I want a world where scary monsters like you do not exist. The gheists do not have a choice in whether or not they hurt us, but you do have a choice. Mahou hunter, please oh pleasee~ turn away from your wicked ways.

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Pretty fully materialized and looked over to the girls who were now frozen in time, "Oh~ Haha! I'll get you guys out in a jiffy. Just give me a sec, kay~?" She turned to the Mahou hunter who was frozen in the air, "Please Mahou Hunter, just hear me out. I can protect your daughters, heal your wife, and put all of Africa under a peaceful banner - not OneMind! We both know that Nightingale has no-ones best interests in mind. I learned that the hard way one time around. I can forgive you for the deaths of all those girls! I really can! I just want the cycle of hate to stop."

She stood with her magical girl wand in hand, clutching it close to her chest. The Mahou Hunter alone broke free from the time-control at Pretty's will. He towered over her small form and stared down at her. Pretty straightened up her posture and looked back up to meet his still gaze. They were both mentally measuring each-other up. It was apparent that Pretty was now absolutely sure of her pure intentions - she would save this man from his own evil ways.

On the other hand, the Mahou Hunter's expression left no hints of his intention. He slowly raised his revolver and aimed it directly at Pretty's face. The barrel was only a mere inch away. Still, Pretty stood resolute and unflinching. The Mahou hunter maintained his aim directly at her face, "Pretty..." his deeply accented voice said.

"Yes, Mahou Hunter?" She cocked her head slightly to the side with a cutesy demeanor

He lowered his revolver with a slight smirk on his face, and then put it back into the holster, "A true lee-ttle Mahou Shoujo."

A genuine lovely little smile came across Pretty's face, "Oh thank you Mahou Hunter!"

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He stood with a neutral posture now, and appeared to be sharing a small moment with Pretty. Had he turned away from his evil ways? Did Pretty finally win him over? Maybe, just maybe...

Yet the world was not the crude, brash, poorly-written, idealistic, fiction that Pretty was trying so hard to imitate.

One word slipped from the Mahou Hunter's mouth, "Unatiwa..."



Pretty chuckled, "Oh silly, come again?" She leaned forward not catching what he said. The plane floor beneath Pretty suddenly burst open and Seven barreled right into the cargo bay. This force hurled Pretty into the cargo plane roof. The time-stopping illusion broke with this. Pretty after hitting the roof of the plane fell down right into Seven's arms. One of her eyes dangled from her skull, and half of her skull was caved in from the force. She let out panting, heaving, and agonized breaths.

"Buddy, get out now!" Seven yelled over to the Mahou Hunter as he grabbed him by the collar and hurled him from the craft. A concealed, small, jet-pack helped control his fall safely to the ground. With his other hand, and using the momentum from his prior throw, he chucked Pretty through a hole in the airplane. She flew out of the cargo plane, and then was caught up in the suction of the engine. Within a single moment Pretty came back from the dead, and now was dead once again. The plane engine ejected a red torrent of gore, fabric, and girly pink energy from the other-side. It then exploded. "Home-run!" He gave a fake mock-salute and then back-flipped out of the crashing aircraft.

This was no world for Magical girls...

Moments later the aircraft hit the ground. The girls would wake up later that day alive, but surrounded by wreckage. Emergency sirens could be heard in the distance. A singular airship appeared to be landing nearby, and out of it came a woman dressed in Victorian clothing. "Girls!? Girls?" It was Francesca rushing over to the wreckage.
 
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Claire's heart pounded as she watched Seven's counter attack. Even when all of the girls fired an attack at him all at once, he was still able to evade them, leaving Kyoko's arm severed, the new arrival's gut impaled, and Liv's sword smashed to bits. She was hesitant to join the fight in the first place due to the risk of friendly fire, but she was also preoccupied with holding Eesha and didn't want to release her unconscious body in the midst of the chaos. All she could do was panic as she watched her team get decimated, and she began to lose hope that they would survive the ordeal.

Even in such a tense situation, Claire still managed to be flustered when Luce approached and suddenly removed her shirt to tend to Eesha's wounds. "Y-yeah. Thanks for helping out over here." She responded to Luce's embarrassment awkwardly, her voice wavering in fear as she continued to watch the fight unfold. She was surprised when Eesha rose into consciousness, and continued to partially hold her as she began to tell a story. She warily gazed at the Mahou Hunter when he emerged from the pilot's bay, the plane's zero gravity lifting her up. As Eesha used her power, she found herself immersed in the story, and she had no trouble believing in the events that unfolded. She became mesmerized by the girl's voice as it rang in her ears, and despite the scale of events happening around her she began to focus on a single point in the room.

Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as she heard Pretty's voice. She was able to recognize the legendary magical girl immediately, and just seeing her filled her with overwhelming hope. She watched as the pink light of the sphere changed form and turned into Pretty, and she might have cheered from the joy of salvation had she been able to move. The plane was frozen in time, and the whole world seemed to be watching the renowned first magical girl as she interacted with the Mahou Hunter.

Claire briefly wondered what Pretty meant when she mentioned Nightingale, but she quickly dismissed it as she watched the Mahou Hunter seem to completely change from the girl's words. She felt deep admiration towards her words; her promise of spreading peace throughout the world had weight behind it, and it renewed her hope for surviving and reaching a brighter future. After all, what couldn't they do with Pretty at their side? She felt truly grateful that she was able to witness the girl in action.

The floor burst, and Pretty was harshly abused and taken away before Claire's vision went dark. After awakening, she stared at the sky in a daze, the smell of smoke and dirt filling her nose, before she shrieked from a sharp pain in her leg. She looked in horror at the massive chunk of rubble that was crushing her leg, and she grunted as she lifted it and slid from underneath it. Her skin and clothes were charred and dirty, and her leg was smashed into a mushy, bloody pulp. She could already feel the bones and muscles shifting into place as she coughed a bit, then rolled to her side and onto her belly. She used her arms and remaining leg to crawl towards the roaring engine of the nearby airship and watched as a woman in Victorian clothing rushed towards the mess. It was Francesca.

Claire's voice was strained in pain. "Miss Turner, it's not good...there was a man made out of metal, and a dark-skinned man who I think was the Mahou Hunter, and we tried to fight but couldn't, and then Pretty was there an—" Claire dropped to the ground and screamed, gripping at her ruined thigh and crying. "P-please help..."
 
Annie tried to keep her aim steady. The ruined remains of her left eye bled profusely, but she still managed to fire a dozen shots at Seven as her teammates released an all-out attack. With the coordinated efforts of the Pretty Protectors (and...more?), Seven was finally removed from the plane with a bang. Jack immediately had the pilot fly them downwards, sending them tumbling upwards in a zero-gravity spiral of chaos. Annie still couldn't tell up from down when she witnessed the entrance of the one and only Mahou Hunter, whose arrival only enhanced her disorientation.

What were her options? Even as her wound knit itself together, the blood and lack of gravity together made it all but impossible to aim. Should she really risk summoning her robot? Annie knew it would be a bad idea--how good could a 50-ft mecha possibly fit inside a cargo plane?--but after imagining the scene of her stupidly getting the plane blown up with her powers, the man who arrived with a simple revolver in hand somehow seemed worse. The Mahou Hunter looked non-magical on most accounts, aside from the large, mysterious orb he held at his side. If a man like that could give her chills without powers, Annie didn't want to imagine what he could do given the chance to hurt everyone.

Before Annie could plot her next move, Liv was already siccing her dolls onto the enemy. She watched, paralyzed as mere moments seemed to stretch on to an eternity of indecision. When the growing pressure to actually do something was just about to overwhelm her, she paused to focus on Eesha's story. The maneuver stopped her from making any hasty choices, and before she knew it, she couldn't seem to move at all, entirely suspended in the middle of the plane as a pink glow slowly engulfed her.

A gentile, girly voice came from the glowing sphere. Annie recognized that voice. At first, she wanted to deny it. This couldn't possibly be happening, right? The voice sounded right, it had the same name, but even as the glowing orb seemed more and more like who Annie thought it was, the hope threatening to fill her body was tainted with doubts. Why would she be here, now? Was she really alive after all these years? The red-head decided it must be a trick, just before the pink lights faded away to reveal her once and for all.

Pretty.

Annie's doubts disappeared all at once, replaced with an overwhelming warmth in her chest. The magical girl spoke to the Mahou Killer, but Annie somehow failed to process the words. Instead, her mind slowly accepted the fact that her long-dead hero was not just alive, but also here, right before her one good eye. She hardly noticed that her body was frozen in place. In fact, she would have been afraid to move even without magic, scared that the spell could be broken and she'd be sent straight back to a reality without her. Who wouldn't be frozen, in the face of that passionate, loving determination? When Pretty stared his captor in the eye, Annie was mesmerized by the conviction she expressed. That ambition, alongside the selflessness to forgive others of the most horrendous of crimes...the warmth spread through Annie's chest. With Pretty there, it was the first time in a long time she genuinely felt like everything would be okay.

The spell was broken with a word. Annie knew what was coming, but she couldn't move her body to intercept. She had no choice but to watch in silent horror as Seven bashed Pretty up to the plane's roof. By the time Annie launched her body forward, it was already too late. The Mahou Hunter was thrown out of the aircraft, and Pretty was tossed straight through the engine and came out as a mist of red.

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Corruption: 40%

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Annie lay face-up in a small crater near the wreckage. Her left eye now glowed with a flickering, demonic red light. She left her now-robotic right arm limp against her side, staring up at the sky aimlessly. She was conscious, but it wasn't obvious at a glance. She was catatonic. The only thing she could think of was the Mahou Hunter and Seven. She'd need to commit their faces to memory.
 
Patch

The screams and cries for help were the first thing Patch heard. She grinned, thinking she hit her target but fate proved otherwise when she opened her eyes. Her face twisted into one of horror.

Ice spikes were impaling most of the girls, and there was even one magiaphage sprouting out of a girl’s chest. Thankfully some of them were alive and as painful as it would be, Patch used her thread to lift them from the spikes.

“What..You’re gonna be o-okay! Just h-hold on! Please!”

Patch no longer felt courageous. She was scared. Scared for her life, scared of making a mistake. She didn’t want to become a killer. The shouts of the witch girl and another voice made her terrified. There was even a fucking sniper ready to kill them!

‘Maybe I should just give up. This room can do the job”

But something, a tiny thing inside told her not to. She had to be strong, even if it was just for a little while. First thing, was to get the heck out of there, but how could she? The lady was right infront of her, and there was also the sniper. But freezing to death didn’t sound good. She had to think. An idea came to mind. Patch carefully dropped the girls next to her and made her thread to cover them in two layers of magical thread. This would warm up the them all, probably help with their recovery and serve as a shield, that is, if the bullets were able to penetrate through.

Pamela

Pamela’s eyes widened at the sight. She messed up, no she fucked up, well done. The hole could only show a part of the train cart but it showed her enough

"First ya' don't be tellin' me n' my ladies what the fuck to do you fucking bean faced cotton-pickin' half-brained fuckin mongoloid! You LITERALLY just killed who we were here to save! You g- g- AH if I could take the lords name in vain I would! You FUCKIN moron!"

“I-I didn’t mean-“

Suelle’s eyes glowed gold and and soon Pam felt bullets penetrate her chest. The force was strong enough to make her stumble and fall. Pamela let out a cry of pain, her arm running through her bloodied chest.

Ya'll magical girls are dead to us. Too much of a g- go- DAMN liability to all us NORMAL folk!"

Suelle and the others flew off, not without shouting

"We'll be back ta' take any valuables off your corpse later!"

Pamela closed her eyes in pain as she summoned a tamale. It hurt to even eat it. It hurt to even try. Her stomach was aching more than it should. Then the pain stopped. Her stomach just grew a huge, mouth complete with shark- like teeth.

Corruption: 25%

When she opened her eyes again, she was in a different place. She was in a car. A familiar car. Her mother’s car. She was on the back seat, watching as her younger self and her mother argued, before a truck came to view rushing at fully speed right at them.

“MAMÁ!”

Crash

Pam opened her eyes again, and she wasn’t in a car anymore. She was back at Memoria’s dimension. She felt weight on her lap. Looking down, Pam saw a burning May. The dread and guilt came back.

“I didn’t mean to kill them”

“I didn’t want to kill them”

“I’M SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO”

"My time pretending to be a maid really gave me a low opinion of you Pam. Always hitting people with pans, and generally acting like a... I dunno, stereotype?"

Pam opened her eyes to face no one else than May’s former maid; Ruri. It all made sense now. Who else would’ve shot May that day? Someone who knew about her. Pamela scowled. She watched as Ruri made her way down and kept on talking, finally giving her the option to leave. Pamela stood back up, her wounds already halfway healing and turned around and took a couple of steps before stopping.

“I didn’t know what I did. I wanna go back, but I can’t and there’s nothing I can do. In the end it’s just me and you. I never liked to play by the rules, and always ended up like the fool. And yet I kept on doing it”

Pamela looked up to the sky with a smile

“There’s no point in forgiving me. If I die now, I’ll find my Mama in shame. She’ll probably give me a good knock on the head and yell at me for the rest of eternity. She knows that this isn’t her sweet Palmerita, but a monster, a killer.”

She looked back down at her hands

“Yeah, that’s what I am. A killer. My mom, these girls..They all died because of me. And I almost killed May too, and did a better job than you did, Ruri”

A sigh escaped Pam’s lips. She didn’t feel angry. She just felt..Empty. All the guilt and sadness was just..Gone.

“I am many things. Hot headed, angry, mean, shitty or whatever else you want but I’m not a coward”

Pamela turned around, still looking at the floor

“And I’d rather die trying to take you down, than die trying to run away. You know where I’m going with this, right? Of course you do”

Pamela looked up to Ruri with surprisingly calm face.

“On today’s menu, We’re having Maid Meatloaf, became facing me would be the biggest misteak today”

Pamela then touched the floor and some ice spikes rose , turning into a wall -ish shield behind her . Pam began to move around at great speed, shooting ice spikes in the process. She shouldn’t underestimate Ruri, since she was skilled enough to take out May in one shot. She also figured she should move to confuse the sniper. While she was running, Bloodied spikes from the train cart and the now cold knife Pam left in there, came rushing frim behind, aiming at Ruri’s right shoulder. During her monologue, Pamela made a plan and the first step was getting that exoskeleton arm out of her hand.​
 
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lucia megume "halo"



interacted ➜ Claire Sacrosanctis Sacrosanctis
mentioned ➜ Mahou Hunter SadistPoet SadistPoet , Jerrod Dawnsx Dawnsx
location ➜ Plane Wreckage

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Luce's slash party was interrupted by a flaring, nerve splitting pain splicing through her arm. The knife grasped in her hand clattered to the ground. She stumbled back, falling to the ground and then continuing to roll down the slanted floor of the plane. Hot pain washed over her, blurring out her eyesight. She gritted her teeth and her hand found the edge of a plane seat. Using it as a lever she yanked herself back up to a standing position and looking around for the Mahou Hunter. She saw him, and saw Jerrod--

And she froze. The air froze around her, particles of dust suspended timelessly in the air as a girly voice rang out through the air. It's gentle tone lulled Luce, calming the intense throbbing in her arm and slowing her pounding heart. Soon the sphere that Jerrod was so viciously attacking before the time-freeze began to glow a soft pink. Luce's eyes were locked onto it as it seemed to expand and start to take some form. In only a small matter of time, a small, blonde magical girl was standing in place of the sphere.

Pretty.

Her heart stopped. This was it, this was the girl. Luce felt an almost sister-like connection to her. Pretty was iconic, the perfect, ever-peaceful and happy paragon of being a magical girl. The poster child of what a nice, calm talk could do. Even in the time-freeze she could feel her muscles tense as if she was smiling. Pretty was here to save them, obviously. She then turned to the Mahou Hunter, and began talking almost amiably.

Is she working with him? Why is she smiling? Luce's heart started to pick up again and she urged herself to move forward, but the time-freeze held effective. For some reason the girl wasn't taking any action against the dark skinned man that had shot a bullet through her forearm. She knew that Pretty was supposed to be all about peace and whatnot, but shouldn't she be doing something? As she watched the idol nervously, a large crash erupted and Luce suddenly could move again. With her newly regained movement, she could see a dangling eye and-- was that Pretty?!

"E-eeh?!" Just a mere second after her shocked outcry, Luce felt her stomach climb up into her throat. The plane fell from under her.


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Luce's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she felt was a wave of uncomfortable heat. She jolted up, her hands finding rough grass and dirt under them. Where was she? The girl jumped up from the ground and whipped her head around, seeing wreckage and several bodies of her comrades. Across some of the wreckage, she spotted Claire stumbling towards some woman dressed in Victorian clothing. Franny. She sighed and began jogging over to them. Oddly enough, even though the crash had pushed her out of her magical girl form and disabled her special healing, Luce felt no pain from the violently scabbed wound on her arm.

What she did feel was a small itching across her still bare stomach and back. Though she didn't notice it, a thin, membrane-like coating of what appeared to be scales covered her entire torso and the small of her back. It was a milky, translucent white, but some angry red scars were still visible through it. As she neared Franny and Claire she saw the latter collapse and cry out in pain. Luce sped forward and slid down near her, looking into her teary eyes with an increasing amount of concern. Even though that most of the team's time spent together was in chaotic fights such as the one that had just played out, she still felt attached and bonded to each and every one of her sisters.

An idea struck her, and she smiled. "Hey, Claire, what's something you like? It might not help with her pain or the wound itself, but if everything played out like she wanted it to Claire might at least feel a little bit better.

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Jerod visibly flinched when a gruesome eye was uncovered from the bandages of the sphere. He barely had time to process the unfamiliar voice reverberated inside his head before Luce, Lilia, and the Mahou Hunter began to exchange blows, and he twisted away to avoid getting caught in their wrangle for control. But before long, Luce and Lilia were overpowered. Liv hissed and moved forward to intercept the Mahou Hunter as he moved to escape, but then Eesha's voice rang loud and clear in the confining space of the cargo plane. Eyes still on the Mahou Hunter, Liv blinked as the sphere in his hand began to glow. Before she could determine whether the glow was an attack or an effect of Eesha's words, her body stilled against her will. No- it wasn't just her. Everyone else seemed to be frozen as well.

Liv stared in astonishment from within her doll as the sphere began to grow. A girlish voice spoke, and the sphere turned into a familiar figure in front of their eyes.

Pretty.

The magical girl of legends, one who died so many years ago.

How?

Had she... Had she been with the Mahou Hunter this entire time?

Even as her heart wrenched with thoughts of what may have happened to Pretty, Liv felt herself calming in her presence. Pretty talked to the Mahou Hunter, firm with conviction yet gentle with love that seemed to encompass her entire being, and urged him to turn from his vile ways.

Eventually, the Mahou Hunter lowered his revolver, and fierce admiration filled Liv. Where other magical girls like the Pretty Protectors could only fight the evils of the world through brute force, Pretty had enough power and ideals to solve things peacefully.

But the happy fantasy that Pretty had bestowed upon them was shattered when Seven burst through from under Pretty, sending the magical girl into the roof. The magic that stopped time broke, and Liv fell forward before she and the doll could catch their balance again. Lifting her head, Liv's eyes widened when she saw Pretty's state. An eye dangling, and her skull terribly misshaped. Nothing like the beautiful, confident girl that had just been standing in front of them a second ago. As though the damage he'd already done wasn't enough, Seven hurled Pretty out the airplane. There was a horrible noise from the engine, then from the holes that littered across the walls of the plane, Liv saw splatters of pink and red in the air.

Face pale and frozen, Liv didn't even realize the plane was falling until her vision blacked out from the impact.

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"-iv! Hey, Liv!"

"Mistress..."

Tiny hands were shaking her. Liv came back to awareness with a harsh gasp as pain in her right arm permeated her entire body. She blinked past the tears and focused on three tiny faces on top of her. Her sweethearts. They were alright. Good.

What about the others?

Liv turn her head and quickly spotted several of the other girls on the ground nearby with debris strewn haphazardly around them.

"Mistress Liv, your arm..." Masa said. Liv looked up at his disturbed face before straining her neck to look down at her throbbing right arm. Or rather, the doll's arm. The doll's elbow joint was bent at the completely wrong angle, perhaps as a result of the plane crash, and in turn it must have also broken Liv's arm. But through the pain, she could already feel the bones trying to mend themselves. And strangely, there was also a strange, tingly sensation at her fingertips...

Upon hearing some sirens faraway, Liv put that aside and struggled to sit up, her sweethearts supporting her while cautious of her injured arm. With some effort and a lot of painful jostling of her arm, Liv managed to slip out of the doll, who sat beside her with its head hanging low, looking awfully apologetic for something without an actual face.

Liv got to her feet and hobbled over to Annie, who was still laying in the rubble (but breathing, thank goodness). The girl admired Pretty so much, and what just happened... Liv paused when she noticed the red glow in Annie's left eye and was immediately reminded of what happened to Luce's eye at the tower. Sympathy welled up, and Liv knelt beside the fiery girl. The two of them were in different squads, but they were fellow leaders. The least Liv could do was offer a little emotional support and let Annie know that she wasn't alone.

"Annie, are you hurt anywhere?" Liv asked softly. She reached out to gingerly lay a hand on Annie's."That was... Hard on us all, I'm sure."

Soon an airship landing nearby. Liv tensed, expecting more hostiles, but out of the ship came...

"Miss Francesca!" Liv cried out. Relief flooded her when she saw the woman rushing over towards them, and fresh tears welled up in her eyes. Having grown up without a mother, kind and gentle Miss Francesca had become like a mother figure in Liv's life, and seeing her now was like blissful comfort after a bad nightmare.

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Pam, Patch, and Ruri



Fearless, heroic, stalwart, and selfless. Those are just a few of the many words that could describe Pam. She could be brash and careless at times, but other times she displayed great heroism. That brash heroism was her greatest boon, but also her greatest fault. She did not heed Ruri's warning - who stood atop the train cart looking down at Pam. Instead she elected to try and right her wrong of harming so many. She was not going to leave those girls behind even if it meant facing the survivors and telling them that she hurt them. Pam was not the kind of person to run away. There is an old saying, "Cowards die many times..." Pam would only die once.

The moment she moved her foot forward to charge she was immediately shot directly through her magiaphage. It happened before she could think, or even comprehend her own death. One moment she was alive and aware, and the other moment she was not. She would have no time to go over her life, or fondly remember chasing people off with pans. It was simply nothing - just pure and absolute nothing. Pam hit the ground skidding forward for a moment. Her transformation was canceled leaving her just a typical corpse, no different from any others. Ruri stared on and then casually pointed down at the train-beneath her signalling for her sniper to take a look.

From his perch five-hundred meters away a fully kitted up sniper in adaptive camouflage adjusted his aim downwards towards the train-cart. He had very little in the way of special enhancements that would make him a better shot. This was pure skill. The man squeezed the trigger and sent a bullet through a silver-dollar sized hole in the train cart. The sniper did not look to confirm his work. Instead he slung his rifle over his shoulder and hopped down from his perch in the tree. He began to casually walk towards the site without a care in the world.

That bullet traveled through the hole in the train-cart and flew directly through Patch's magiaphage. Her shield she created for the girls did nothing to stop the high-velocity bullet made out of magiaphages. "Two bullets," the sniper spoke over his comms device to Ruri, "Both together worth 2.7 million euros." He had a slight English Accent, "Just grand we waste them on two nobodies."

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Some time later

"Sissy sissy sissy," Chacha gently patted her sisters leg trying to get her attention, "Why duh we haf' to be here so looonnnng! It's hot! Can we go back to the cabin?"

Memoria stood atop the derelict and freshly looted train, "We'll go back and game soon. Just give me a sec.." Memoria flew forwards and landed next to the girl with her face down in the dirt. She used her leg to flip the body over, "Oh..."

Chacha used a portal to get down to her big-sisters side, "Ha! It's pwetty protector taco girl! Can I do the chacha on her!??"

Memoria looked at the fragments of Pamela's magiaphage still scattered about, "No, can you please help me pick these up?"

"Aw man... Otay' sissy!" Chacha happily hopped about gathering up the bits and pieces of Pam's magiaphage.

"She died charging forwards. I can tell from the blood spatter - sniper got her," Memoria paused beginning to feel an unfamiliar feeling inside her, "Seems she died just like her commander. She was brave..."

Chacha stared up at her big sister unsure of what to think, "Uh! Can we get pizza!?"

Memoria smirked and looked down at her little sister, "Sure... sure... I feel like I need an extra large one anyways now."

Chacha flailed her arms about with excitement, "Woohoo!"

Memoria took the pieces of Pam's magiaphage and then walked off into the woods. She materialized her musket and used the stock of it to dig a hole in some soft dirt, "Not much of a funeral - hope you find peace." Memoria scooped the dirt up and patted it down.

"Rest in pis- peace!" Chacha yelled.

"Yep... let's go sis..."

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Patch

Patch listened to the entire thing, her hope increasing with each sentence. Maybe this crazy girl could save them after all. But of course, Life wasn’t always so kind. One shot and the place was silent. The girl was dead.

Shit

Patch felt tears run down her eyes. They were all going to die, they were all going to die, they were all going to-

Clink

Patch felt the intense pain coming from her chest. The pain was too much. Why wasn’t she dead yet? It hurt so much.


"Two bullets,"

She heard an English male voice say

“Both together worth 2.7 million euros. Just grand we waste them on two nobodies."

She then passed out.


Sometime later, before Memoria and Chacha arrived


Patch felt herself wake up. She felt dizzy but surprisingly warm. The girl stood up and remembered where she was, and what had happened.

‘I got shot.. But why am I alive?”

She looked around at the girls on the floor. Hopefully they weren’t dead. Patch summoned some more thread, which surprisingly took more effort than she expected

‘Maybe because I haven’t recovered yet..”

Struggling, Patch used her thread to lift up the girls. She couldn’t carry them all, because she felt more tired to carry even one.

“Maybe one would be enough..Sorry”

Patch sighedand dematerialized the shield., which made her body feel relieved.
She listened for sounds. Nothing, but that didn’t men they were safe yet. She took the girl into her arms and glanced at the rest of the girls.

“Someone’s gonna save you, I’ll make sure if it”

She then took off running with her magical speed, with a Magical Girl in her arms.

(Okay short, I know. I have school tomorrow and won’t be around much.. I miss you guys already;-;)​
 
Una had made a mental note of all of the tasks Tinkerbell had given her. There were two categories, short term and long term. Una's short term goals were hacking a specific computer, meeting the girls of neverlandia, and a meeting with Tinkerbell's officers. The least task of the list excited Una. Meeting other strong girls would be exciting!

Her long term goals weren't as pleasant however. The first was finding a new home for the Neverlandia Girls somewhere else in the world. Una couldn't even think of an idea for that right now. Lastly Una would have to protect the magical girls from Tinkerbell herself. Una wasn't sure what that meant, but she assumed Tinkerbell somehow knew she'd turn on her fellow magical girl. The idea was terrible, to say the least since Una had yet to see a possibility for her to defeat Tinkerbell.

With all of those tasks bouncing around in her mind, Una had been taken to her suite. Una was in awe at how amazing it was. It might a five star hotel look like a back road Holiday Inn! Every thing was fancy, from the sheets to the toilet. There was already one of the infinite food plates on the nightstand next to her bed! Fortunately Una had yet to be hungry enough to begin gorging. A delicious cupcake would really do the trick after all of the days insanity.

The computer Tinkerbell wanted her to hack into was already in her suite too. She sat down in front of it and tapped her chin on how to begin. It was an ancient computer, older than she had ever seen! She thought she remembered seeing it in history class videos about old times, but she never payed any attention to those. How did she even turn the thing on? It was like she was staring at a tan rectangular piece of junk that happened to have a screen on it.

"What the hell even is this thing?" Una asked aloud, rubbing her hand along the keyboard.
 
| AIMI MINAKO |
- Inside the Plane -

"That girl is me, Pretty."

A jolt ran through Aimi's whole body at the declaration the Mahou Hunter's orb had. Time had stopped around them, and she was frozen, the excruciating pain of her cracked horn all that was left to comfort her at the moment-- that, and the new voice of the first magical girl. Pretty, their namesake, their role model. N-no way... Aimi listened on as Pretty spoke, begging the cruel man before them to cease his ways, to spare the girls before him and to let her help him and his family. He softened for a moment, holstering his gun. Was it over? Have we been saved, like so many before us, by Pretty?

If only she was so lucky.

"Unitawa."

That phrase, uttered again, changed the hope within Aimi's heart into dark, utter despair and fear. And, as suddenly as he had left, Seven reemerged from beneath them, launching the ultimate force of peace and unity into the shambles of a roof above them. Her skull caved into itself, grey matter and blood leaking out, eye dangling from its socket. Shaky breathing of excruciating pain was the only thing Aimi could hear. Muffled voices, yelling from Seven to the Mahou Hunter-- none of it mattered. The seventh living weapon snatched Pretty's body up once again, putting her back into her place as just a plaything of a mere man.

It was foolish to believe we would be saved like this. There is no saving for us, no salvation. Only pain, only suffering, only loss.

Seven and the Mahou Hunter leapt out of the plane, leaving them behind to die in the wreckage, and keeping Pretty-- so the idol had believed, until she watched as Seven threw the remnants of the once mighty peacekeeper into the turbine of the plane. Blood and pink energy splattered out of the engine, leaving Aimi horrified, more than she had been in her entire life. Nothing compared to the shock, the anger, the disbelief, and, worst of all, the resignation to her fate. She would die here. Covered in her own blood, body and spirit broken. It was all over now, wasn't it? The freefall sent her stomach into her throat.

And then everything was black.

Corruption: 30%

- Wreckage -

Aimi awoke to more screaming, more crying, and more engines. Her entire body ached, full of pain, both physical and emotional. What had she just witnessed? What had they all just experienced? She slowly rose, and was made aware of not only her cracked horn, once again, but... something felt wrong. She patted herself down, feeling only the broken bones and open wounds, spilling blood on the ground around her. Was it the heat of wherever they lay now, or was something really wrong with her? She frantically ripped off the now-cracked mask that had covered her face, grasping at her skin. Nothing felt wrong. Then what was she so worried about?

Wasn't that a nice nap, Aimi?

The idol whipped her head around, seeking the oddly familiar voice. To the other girls, it would appear that Aimi was losing it, completely detached from reality. "Who's there? W-who are you?" Oh, you poor, stupid girl. You should've known this would happen sooner or later. "Wh-what? What's happening? Someone pl-please.. someone please tell me! W-what's happening? Where am I? Where am I?" Shut the fuck up. Always annoying everyone with your incessant whining and crying, like a fucking child. You know what a mutation is, yes? They're not always physical, you know! I'm just a fun little manifestation in your mind. Right now, I'm probably taking up about... 30% of your psyche. That anger? That hatred? The emptiness you feel when you think about how you live now? That was all me, baby~!

Aimi shook her head violently, pounding on her temples. The broken glass from her shattered mask was driven further into her flesh with every hit, but she didn't care. Anything to get this voice out of her head. Why is it so loud? Why are you so loud? everythingisloudeverythingisloudeverythingisloud

I already told you to shut up, didn't I? Be a good girl and do what I say, okay? I'm not here to hurt you. Aimi's thoughts were silenced. Everything went quiet, like the world stopped moving around her. Since it seems like you're too much of a stupid fucking slut to realize, I'm just you. Sure, another part of you, but you, nonetheless. I'm so glad all of this awful shit is happening to you, honestly.

I can finally speak clearly.

"Pl-please.. ple..ase... leave me.. alone.. please.." Another voice shouted in the distance, and Aimi dragged her eyes towards a familiar figure-- Francesca. Before, she would've been a sight that melted away all of the idol's worries. Now, things were different. But if anyone could help her right now...

Aimi stood on shaky, barely healing legs, adrenaline and fear pushing her forward. She collapsed at her caretaker's feet, shaking. "M-miss.. Francesca... Please help me! P-please get it out of my head! I can't take it! It's so loud! Everything's so loud! She's so loud!" Though it wasn't apparent now, it seemed that Aimi had developed two new mutations. In addition to the taunting voice in her mind, her hearing had become much more acute, comparable to that of a dog's. "Why is it so loud? Please, please help me!" Her cries increased in volume, until she was quite literally shrieking in pain and anguish. "PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO STOP IT!"

She patted around the ground desperately, searching for any sort of weapon, before finally grasping her own, shattered mask. Breaking off a large shard, she shoved it directly into her eye socket, blood gushing from the wound and down her face. Anything to stop the noise, to shut the voice in her head up. If I die, I won't hear her anymore. It'll go away. Right? RIGHT?!

Awww. Look how pathetic you are.

I'm not going anywhere.

Aimi let out an animalistic scream, and ripped the glass out of her eye, and shoved it back in, stabbing herself, over and over. More of her own blood than she had ever seen spilled out onto the ground, staining the earth red. All she saw was red.

"SOMEONE, PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME! GET HER OUT OF MY HEAD! I CAN'T MAKE HER STOP! SHOOT ME! PUT A FUCKING BULLET THROUGH MY SKULL! PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU! JUST MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT ALL STOP!"​
 
Kyoko watched the effects of Eesha's storytelling with wonder. Pretty. Even she recognized the girl, sheltered as she was. She was an icon. Almost a God to girls like her.

And then, she was gone. And there was more blood, and more chaos, and Kyoko felt not for the first time that maybe the real world was just as brutal as the one she had left behind. Maybe it robbed away as much hope as it offered up, an endless cycle of promise and despair, beauty and sheer horror. The real world was a perversion of hope.

And then falling, falling, black.


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Kyoko awoke to the heavy thrum of engines, and briefly thought that the whole experience had been a dream. But no, these came from somewhere nearby, not all around her, and she lay amidst shrapnel and wreckage.

Damn it all.

She slowly got to her feet, metal and who knows what else falling from her torn clothing. She stretched, finding both her arms to be soundly attached to her body once more. That was something, at least.

A woman came toward them, calling out worriedly. Who was she? Kyoko heard Liv call out to her in reply. Francesca, then. She remembered hearing the name, knew that this was their patron. She hung back, not sure whether to introduce herself or not. Was she truly one of them now? Were they all alright? She surveyed the area, glad to see that they had all survived the fall at least. They were shaken, though. So she stated back, content for now to let them find solace in the appearance of their master.

And then the screaming.

Aimi.

Screaming and blood.

She watched Aimi stab herself in the eye, over and over again. Numb, zombielike, she made her way over to the girl. "Aimi..." she said quietly, reaching over to grab her wrist. Scarlet blood smeared her bone white fingertips. "Please stop."

She wasn't sure what was happening, but the girl was changed. Some part of her altered, awakened. "Whatever is happening is part of you now," she said quietly. "It's not going away, but you can't either. How many have you all lost? Do you wish to add to that count by your own hand?"

"This is not a gift, Kyoko. Not a success."

Memories of another time, another change. Another waste of hope. But it had brought her here, hadn't it? To these girls so much like her, to a home, even one bloodied and chaotic.

This was no gift either, Kyoko was sure. So she simply reached out her free hand to lay it upon Aimi's head in what she hoped was a reassuring gesture. This was all she could offer, from one changed girl to another. Small gestures of hope.
 

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Miss. Miss. Miss. Pumpkin stared in utter defeat as all three of her "bullets" whisked by harmlessly, completely missing her target. Realizing how absolutely useless she truly was Pumpkin proceeded to disconnect herself from reality to drown in a sea of her own thoughts, letting the magical girls deal with the man. The multiple times she screwed marksman training, running away while her squad were put down like dogs, failing to even leave a dent on the cybernetic being and now this. There truly was no point to her existence. Even the mesmerizing display of knights that was one of the magical girl's power was not enough to break this melodramatic episode of hers, the self-punishing storm that had formed within the confines of her mind were unyielding. Or at least that's what it seemed like at first until a mysterious presence in the plane slapped Pumpkin back into reality.

"🏱︎❒︎♏︎⧫︎⧫︎⍓︎✍︎"

A series of incomprehensible gibberish escaped Pumpkin's lips as she stared in dumbfounded awe at the majestic figure that was Pretty. It couldn't be, could it? This had to be a mirage of sorts, a hallucination formed by her pain-ridden body, and yet a quick glance at the expressions of those nearby proved that the feeling of shock was mutual. Pumpkin attempted to slap herself to confirm her own lucidity, but her body did not give in an inch. Was everybody frozen!? Such a perplexing situation that was topped off by Pretty attempting to reason with the revolver-wielding man made Pumpkin momentarily question her own sanity. And despite it all simply staring at the figure of Pretty brought Pumpkin a warm feeling of comfort, almost as if everything would be alr-Oh wait, she's dead. Even though she vividly witnessed the complete slaughter of Pretty by the hands of the cybernetic being from before it somehow did not fully register with Pumpkin what had just happened and as the cyborg exited the plane she simply closed her eyes and embraced for impact.

MOMENTS LATER

A blinding pain crawled up Pumpkin's left leg, demanding her attention. Upon first opening her eyes Pumpkin was met with the sight of the clear blue sky expanding above her, though bits and pieces of metal protruding upwards also came into the frame of her vision. Another wave of pain signaled to Pumpkin that this was not the time nor the place to lay around. Putting special care into not moving her left leg Pumpkin managed to incorporate her back and rest it against a pile of debris. Once she was comfortable enough examining the source of the pain revealed an almost surgically precise cut that extended from her ankle all the way up to the knee. The cut was deep enough for Pumpkin to be able to spot her tibia, though luckily the bone had taken no major damage. From her spot Pumpkin was able to spot the culprit: A sharp chunk of metal coated with her blood that hid among some ruble. Out of sheer frustration Pumpkin attempted to kick the aggressor with her healthy leg, only to almost lose balance once it became clear that it was tauntingly out of reach. As she readjusted herself Pumpkin was noticed through the plane's remains a nearby ship landing. The brief moment of hope she felt when she assumed HQ had come to rescue her was swiftly dashed away once an unrecognizable woman clad in formal clothing exited the ship. The subsequent dread she felt caused her to remember all that had happened in the plane: The attack she wasn't able to stop, the panic attack and even watching as the false image of Pretty got torn to shreds. Pumpkin almost found herself joining the cries of agony and despair that tainted the air had it not been for "someone" still being by her side.

"Chainy..." Pumpkin grabbed and tightly embraced her inanimate weapon. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I never should've dragged you into this, it's all my fault. Please, I beg you, forgive m-" Before she could finish her begging Pumpkin's attention was caught by the distant screams of a girl pleading for death. Her screams almost seemed animalistic in nature. Pumpkin kept listening for a moment before facing back her weapon. "You're right Chainy, we don't even know who they are so there's no reason for us to care. For all we know Mr.Cyborg was the hero and now we're laying among the villains. You saw, didn't you? How one of them even created a fake Pretty to distract Mr.Cyborg's buddy. How dare she defile the image of Pretty like that? We outta not let our guard down, we've wept enough for now."

Remaining cautious of the magical girl's intentions Pumpkin placed Chainy on the ground facing away from herself in order to release a flurry of flames onto anyone who showed any signs of hostility. Spotting her rune caster laying nearby Pumpkin reached for it and rejoiced once it became clear it was still functional. While the spot on which she sat wasn't exactly concealed Pumpkin hoped that whoever just arrived would be too preoccupied aiding her own forces, giving herself enough time to regenerate her wounded leg in order to escape. Priority number one now was to inform HQ of everything that had just happened. ​
 
Pretty?!? (and Jack) ((and Seven))

Pretty had truly been caught off guard. Her pausing of time utilizing an enhanced version of Eesha's ability was not "true" time control. It more so fell under the lines of perfectly stopping everything within a certain radius. Seven, who was clinging to the outside of the now still cargo-plane, was unaffected and capable of holding on with no more issues. Pretty had just given Seven the perfect opening by suspending the aircraft without even realizing. Seven utilized his built in microphone to use his thoughts to transmit audio to the Mahou Hunter's ear piece, "If your not dead pal, and I hope you aren't, I'll be in there to bail you out in a sec." Seven pressed his ear to the hull of the cargo plane

"Oh thank you Mahou Hunter!"

Yeah, thanks for keeping me still. Geez, what a fucking fruitcake.

Seven gripped the hull of the aircraft with both of his metal fists and dug deep into the metal exterior. He charged up his leg joints with unused kinetic energy, similar to a contracted spring, and then rammed his feet forward. His weighty, metal, and tough body went right through the outer hull of the cargo plane and right into pretty. One ejection of his ally, one home run, and one back flip later Seven was home free. Surely the girls would die in the plane wreck now, and killing Pretty so quickly was a big plus. She was the magical girls of magical girls. As Seven fell to the African soil below - he smirked knowing that had just bagged a lovely kill with such ease.

Or so he thought...

"Home run!" Is what Pretty managed to hear despite her cognitive impairment from her wound. She barely had any awareness, but knew from pure instinct what was going on. Right as her legs hit the engine, spattering into gore, Pretty managed to pull off the unthinkable - and utilized Eesha's borrowed power to turn into an intangible pink mist. The gore that spattered from the engine was just her legs thankfully. From this immaterial state the world became clear. The airplane was crashing, and it was going down hard, at-least one human was aboard - Pretty did not want anyone to die. She trailed the aircraft as it crashed in her pink-mist form. She saw a lone man struggling to hold on. He held onto a seat-belt with bulging biceps struggling with every fiber of his being to not be ejected from the aircraft. He reached ahead with one arm still holding onto the seat belt and inched forward to the adjacent seat - he was trying to reach the cockpit.

What a noble hero - still trying to save everyone in such a hopeless situation, Pretty thought to herself. She was going to give him a helping hand.

Hello, she contacted his mind, We need you to reach that cockpit to save everyone. I am giving you some strength. Don't worry about failure - I know you can make it.

Jack suddenly felt an invigorating amount of strength and bullet himself chair by chair with ease to reach the cockpit, but all that filled his mind was one string of thoughts...

I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die

Even then he struggled on and on. Pretty adored how humans could push onward in the face of such odds. Jack reached the cockpit and Pretty gave him more instructions, I need you to pull the stick up! Up! Up! Up!"

Pretty had fully healed up in record speed. She always could bounce back when the situation deemed it necessary. She re-materialized and landed atop the crashing aircraft. Pretty charged forward, wand in hand, "We're all going to have tea and cakes when this is done! I promise!" She yelled to absolutely no-one with endless optimism in her voice. About halfway across the top of the crashing plane, she sprung forward with momentum into flight, "Pretty Pretty!" She shouted her signature line, "Savioooooooooorrrrr!" She was now at the lower side of the front of the crashing plane - they were only about one-hundred feet from the ground, and it was just pure-thick jungle - oh and they were right for a cliff too.

Jack pulled up on the flight stick trying to gain and altitude out of the tumbling aircraft. This helped Pretty who was now projecting a shield from her want into the bottom-front of the aircraft hoping to slow it and help it gain altitude over the cliff, "Believe in me pilot guy! Believe in me!" Pretty shouted, Wait he can't hear me....

Pretty changed her mode of speaking while pushing forward with all her girly magical energy, Pilot guy! Hey hey! Believe in me pilot guy! Believe in me!

Jack had no idea how to react, "Fuck! Fuck!" He was pulling on the pilot stick back, but the altitude was still not enough to clear the impending crash into the cliff. Now the voice in his head was telling him to believe in her? How did he do that? Well he began to believe in the only way he could...

OH DEAR AND HEAVENLY GOD WITH THE VOICE AND BODY OF A 12 YEAR OLD. PLEASE OH PLEASE NOT LET ME BECOME A FUCKING PANCAKE AGAINST THAT CLIFF!!!!

Pretty smiled a genuine smile, I like you pilot guy! His belief gave her the power to shove the airplane upwards enough to clear the cliff. The airplane was just about to crash into the lightly forested cliff-top. The speed was not fast enough to kill a magical girl, but Pilot Guy would surely die if she did not do something. Pretty darted forward, she flew at speeds she did not think possible to catch up to the plane. She could not afford to slow down, and subsequently let Pilot Guy die. Pretty managed to land on the cockpit of the craft just in time. Pilot guy sure looked older than she thought up close. Pretty projected a shield behind her to prevent the wind from blowing Pilot Guy away, and then she busted the reinforced glass with her staff. She grabbed him with one hand, and took off with him in hand.

"Gotcha! Nice work!" Pretty held him in a tight grip, and then lowered him gently to ground.

Jack had no words for what just happened. Instead he was more concered that he just pissed himself in-front of a little kid, "I Uh-- ba-- uhm..."

Pretty floated up and put her finger on his lips, "Shh... Just relax for now," She gave him a wink, "I gotta make sure Mahou Hunter and soup-can don't catch up to you guys, later!" She zoomed off without another word. Pretty was heading in the direction Seven and the Mahou Hunter landed with no signs of fear within her.

Jack flopped onto the ground. He just laid there, "Wish she was my kid..." then tears came from his eyes.

May

May woke up in the wreckage. Was that really pretty? Did she really die so easily? This all was so crazy, but somehow the gory death did not phase her. After-all, she was no stranger to getting hurt, and Pretty was just another magical girl to May. May stood up - her ability to dampen any fall came in handy. She looked around taking check of her surroundings, "Is everyone alive!?" She shouted out. This was no time to mess around. She had to be a hero. May took off towards the screams of her rival Aimi. She was jabbing herself in the eye! May darted on over to Aimi who was in-front of the new arrival, Francesca!? What was happening? So much was going on at once.

May did the only thing she could do....

She materialized cotton-candy and attempted to forcefully shove it into Aimi's screaming mouth. The sweets would begin to quickly heal Aimi's wounds she was afflicted with. Whether or not Aimi accepted this was no problem, and May moved onto the next nearest person that needed her help. She ran over to Claire who was banged up and attempted to shove some healing cotton-candy into her mouth, "Eat it! Eat it!"

Kitt Kitt Sacrosanctis Sacrosanctis

Una in Ten-Thousand Star Suite

Servant 626 found her way to the room her current master was staying in. She had been without work for a while because Tinkerbell had demoted to a one-star servant. Tinkerbell said that if she got any fatter she would use her as soup-stock for dinner, "Oh thank you so much master!" Was all Servant 626 could regurgitate towards Tinkerbell, and even then, those words still filled her with euphoria, why? None-the less, even when she was a two-star servant she was not used much, so all she really did was hang around their dormitory and eat from the infinitely regenerating plates. Their was nothing much else to do other than serve masters, and if she was not being used she could just hang out and eat. The day she was demoted was so great! Tinkerbell talked to her! Now she was being used for someone! An exotic visitor too! Maybe being one-star was a blessing!

She entered the suite to greet her new temporary master, "Hello! I am 626! Call me whatever you want, and I can attend to any and all needs..." The girl was a curvy, chubby, and tan-skinned maid with beautiful, flowing, lengthy brown hair. She stood happily awaiting orders from her new master who was sitting near a strange little computer.

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Una slowly eyed up the servant that had entered her room. She was kind of meaty, but she was cute and had wonderful hair. Was Tinkerbell poking fun at her again through the servant? Una stood up from the chair and carefully approached the maid, eyeing her up and down again, looking for anything odd about her. Knowing Tinkerbell she might just explode for no reason just to mess with her. Una gave the maid a poke in the belly, letting her finger sink into the fat. Una grumbled quietly to herself, realizing she was worse than this briefly.

"I'll be calling you... Cinnamon... ok?" Una didn't really know what to have her do right now, but she felt that 626 was not a name anyone should have. She missed Emerie. "Uhm... can you get me a really big glass of... water?" Instead of asking for a sugary drink, Una decided to take the healthier route and drink water. She smiled at Cinnamon and sat back down, once again resting her eyes on the needle.

She just had to be quick, right? There didn't seem to be another way to turn it on, and she had checked for a power source of any other kind, to which there was none. Beads of sweat began to run down Una's face as her right hand drew ever closer to the hand-shaped groove atop the floppy drive. Her wrist rested against the tip of the needle, which stopped her from fully placing her hand onto the floppy drive. Una took a shaky breath, and pushed her hand into the slot. The needle slid smoothly into her, eliciting a small gasp from her lips as she firmly pressed her hand into the indentations. She could feel as blood was drawn from her, and tears began to form at the corners of her eyes. After a few agonizing moments, the old computer came to life, the small screen flickered with light signalling that Una could remove her hand from the needle. Una did so very carefully, the feeling of the needle sliding out from deep inside her wrist made her whimper once again. It wasn't that it hurt at all, it just hurt knowing that her blood was being taken from her.

With her right hand finally free, she gave her wrist a gentle rub. The opening had already closed. With a sigh of relief Una realized she could now get to work. She reached to her right, nearly toppling out of her chair to grab her new laptop. Tinkerbell had gifted it to her after tossing her old one in the pool. However, Una had specifically asked for an adapter as well. She wasn't sure if she'd need it, but Una much preferred to work with the freedom of her own high-tech devices rather than from an old beat down looking machine. After getting her blood drawn however, Una didn't want to risk any other crazy things happening. Reaching over to the back, Una found a spot to insert the adapter. She then connected the other side to the laptop and got to work.

Right form the get-go, Una knew this computer wasn't as simple as it looked. "What the hell is in this thing that's so important?" Una grumbled to herself as her fingers pattered away at her own keyboard. She worked quickly, as she didn't know how long she'd be able to access the ancient device, but she didn't go too fast as to screw up and ruin the process. With excellent skill and virtual dexterity, Una found herself making great progress getting to the data. Una didn't look at any of it closely, because Una thought that she'd just copy it to her laptop take look at it from the comfort of her bed instead. When she found herself unable to find anything new on the computer, Una started the process of copying the data over to her laptop. Nothing seemed to have gone wrong, as the old-timey blood stealing computer before her didn't seem to have any issue with its data being copied. Hell, the whole hacking process was pretty simple in hindsight. The only thing tough was actually turning the thing on.

By the time Cinnamon returned with her water, the data copying was nearly finished. Una took a long drink from the glass after it was handed to her, and set it down on the table next to her. She pulled her laptop back onto her lap, to check and look over the data she acquired. "Wait... what the hell?" Una asked herself in dismay as she looked down at the spotty data. It was like half of it didn't even transfer over! Was this a trick to stop people from taking data? Una groaned with annoyance, and unplugged the adapter from her laptop. Half of the data was better than none. At least she could see a little of what she hadn't lost from being too hasty.
 
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