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Majestic Dinosaur
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Two Thousand Club
Ella's jaw set as the exchange played out before her, a sinking pit forming in her stomach. She knew of other magical girls, yes, but had rarely had close contact with them for good, and certainly not for ill. Perhaps the hours she chose to act, and her tendency to not linger in one spot generally averted such encounters. And on the day she decided to investigate something other magical girls were looking at...this happened.
She couldn't tell if the flashy girl talking down to them actually had murderous intent, or if she was simply the type to make her point in a...firm-handed way, but the fact remained that this went beyond a slap and a pinch. She had struck at Marina with vicious force, and was now...well, the cops would probably call it brandishing, a weapon at them. Did it have to come to this? Was she so bold as to openly challenge a group that so outnumbered her? Would she concede after a few bruises or would she persist until...
No, they couldn't let that happen. Whether it was bravado or plain confidence on the intruder's part...it was on them to extinguish the fuse that had been lit.
"You're outnumbered." She wanted to tell their antagonist, but she didn't want to seem like she was using the threat of force to de-escalate this situation.
Ella took a deep breath and stepped a little past Siena, lightly tapping her shoulder to try and get her to settle down. They weren't really close enough for that kind of gesture, but...
As Ella stepped forward, her helmet unbuckled, tipped off her head, and vanished as if by its own volition, though she remained in her empowered state. She made eye contact with the antagonistic girl, doing her best not to avert her gaze for even a second.
"Hold it. There wasn't any need to resort to violence. You can express your discontent all you want, but what just happened in there is done. That labyrinth isn't coming back. And more importantly, a human life was saved." She emphasized that last bit. "I think we can agree that that's what matters, right?" Despite herself, she found herself biting her lip, glancing downwards for a brief, but very perceptible second. "I- There'll be more witches and familiars. There always are." And why was that? Where did witches come from? Did some malevolent force from beyond create them to terrorize humanity? To what end? Those questions were beyond the remit of this current, highly tense conversation. "Attacking other people won't make another grief seed appear-" Well, that was mostly true. "-so if we can just put our weapons away, we can all go our separate ways and keep our distance from now on."
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She couldn't tell if the flashy girl talking down to them actually had murderous intent, or if she was simply the type to make her point in a...firm-handed way, but the fact remained that this went beyond a slap and a pinch. She had struck at Marina with vicious force, and was now...well, the cops would probably call it brandishing, a weapon at them. Did it have to come to this? Was she so bold as to openly challenge a group that so outnumbered her? Would she concede after a few bruises or would she persist until...
No, they couldn't let that happen. Whether it was bravado or plain confidence on the intruder's part...it was on them to extinguish the fuse that had been lit.
"You're outnumbered." She wanted to tell their antagonist, but she didn't want to seem like she was using the threat of force to de-escalate this situation.
Ella took a deep breath and stepped a little past Siena, lightly tapping her shoulder to try and get her to settle down. They weren't really close enough for that kind of gesture, but...
As Ella stepped forward, her helmet unbuckled, tipped off her head, and vanished as if by its own volition, though she remained in her empowered state. She made eye contact with the antagonistic girl, doing her best not to avert her gaze for even a second.
"Hold it. There wasn't any need to resort to violence. You can express your discontent all you want, but what just happened in there is done. That labyrinth isn't coming back. And more importantly, a human life was saved." She emphasized that last bit. "I think we can agree that that's what matters, right?" Despite herself, she found herself biting her lip, glancing downwards for a brief, but very perceptible second. "I- There'll be more witches and familiars. There always are." And why was that? Where did witches come from? Did some malevolent force from beyond create them to terrorize humanity? To what end? Those questions were beyond the remit of this current, highly tense conversation. "Attacking other people won't make another grief seed appear-" Well, that was mostly true. "-so if we can just put our weapons away, we can all go our separate ways and keep our distance from now on."
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Steve Jobs
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In threat of a post mission power point:
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methoxetamine
Nellancholy
also Elena and Marina
Well at least that was over. While the labyrinth faded away the feeling the group was putting the fun in dysfunction lingered. Fun for who? Probably Seina but definitely not for Clair. Thankfully the woman while unconscious was safe so their effort wasn’t for naught. Her being passed out saved them some awkward explanations.
Upon Asuka’s response Clair had no choice but to just take a moment to pinch her brow and decided what was more annoying the fact it did not seem like Asuka was going to check on everyone else’s soul gems and keep the grief seed for herself or Seina’s well…everything.
On second thought it didn’t matter what was more annoying Clair could scold them both since the group should hold a discussion before those who chose to do so would continue to hunt for the witch they were looking for. She could find a way to send her review and assessment for the post witch hunt debriefing later after all even if they parted ways. Even Ella who may have the speed to outrun a familiar but would not have the speed to block Clair on the site before she could send an unsolicited power point.
But before Clair could use her words like daggers to cut apart the overly carefree mood an actual dagger cut through the air. The following figure was tacky enough Clair almost would have thought they were a friend of Seina if it wasn’t for the fact they kicked Marina. A friend of Seina surely would have kicked Seina herself instead.
Given the crack didn’t sound like a soul gem shattering and Elena was nearby Clair didn’t rush over to help since it would be better not to group together. While it seemed the newest girl favored weapons you never knew exactly what magic she might have. The girls experience was easy to pick up on given her entrance.
Miss sunshine did not describe Marina so the tacky girl’s beef must be with Elena. With every word from the tacky girl’s mouth and the feeble tit for tat the aura of I told you so surrounding Clair intensified. So much so that if one tried to draw it the page would simply be black.
It was lucky that this little tiff happened after the group finished the fight than during it. Did someone else post on the site or did Kyubey let this tacky girl know they were here? Well, this girl didn’t really seem to scream having a life so it could be possible she had nothing better to do than wait around for this to happen. The conversation of territories and the darkness of the magical girl system should be enough for even those as ignorant to the world as Seina was that this is the reason announcing you were going to poach someone else’s territory was a bad idea and why those territories existed in the first place.
Or maybe not.
“Clearly there is prior history between you that the rest of us were not enlightened to on the site posting nor did we hear about this possibility from Elena and Marina. We were unaware this was your territory,” Clair said staring daggers before she dropped her transformation. If she needed to transform again she could but there was no reason to give the tacky girl an excuse to think she wanted to escalate the current situation.
Clair was pretty desensitized to the situation since she was not a hopes and dreams girlie. Such spats were common in her home city so Clair tried to avoid the mess that came from getting involved or caught in territory matters. So, while Ella tried to appeal to the girl’s humanity, Asuka tried to reach out a helping hand, and Siena failed to see this was her better dressed future self it was clear tacky girl was in it for herself with her edgy personality. Just a real I take my coffee black…with daggers kind of gal.
There was no point in trying to rationalize with the parts of her the tacky girl had cast aside so Clair would just need to logically make it clear how unfavorable the situation would be if it escalated.
“You surely must have something better to do than waste your energy with a fight otherwise you would have finished this with your first strike. I'm sure sparing with your words should be enough or are you not confident in them? Clearly you have enough confidence in yourself that becoming the target of a magical girl hunt if this spreads around is not a concern. After all, people on the site might think you waited for us to do the hard work for you before you tried to extort us,” Clair said since it was clear the tacky girl had enough experience or stupidity to challenge an entire group.
Most likely stupidity seeming how she wanted to pull others into whatever personal grudge she had against their party leaders.
The closest thing to a neutral party in this mess she found herself in Clair at least wanted a full picture of what was going on before she attempted to clean it up or at least redirect the girls attention to give Elena and Marina time to get away.
In threat of a post mission power point:
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Nellancholy
also Elena and MarinaWell at least that was over. While the labyrinth faded away the feeling the group was putting the fun in dysfunction lingered. Fun for who? Probably Seina but definitely not for Clair. Thankfully the woman while unconscious was safe so their effort wasn’t for naught. Her being passed out saved them some awkward explanations.
Upon Asuka’s response Clair had no choice but to just take a moment to pinch her brow and decided what was more annoying the fact it did not seem like Asuka was going to check on everyone else’s soul gems and keep the grief seed for herself or Seina’s well…everything.
On second thought it didn’t matter what was more annoying Clair could scold them both since the group should hold a discussion before those who chose to do so would continue to hunt for the witch they were looking for. She could find a way to send her review and assessment for the post witch hunt debriefing later after all even if they parted ways. Even Ella who may have the speed to outrun a familiar but would not have the speed to block Clair on the site before she could send an unsolicited power point.
But before Clair could use her words like daggers to cut apart the overly carefree mood an actual dagger cut through the air. The following figure was tacky enough Clair almost would have thought they were a friend of Seina if it wasn’t for the fact they kicked Marina. A friend of Seina surely would have kicked Seina herself instead.
Given the crack didn’t sound like a soul gem shattering and Elena was nearby Clair didn’t rush over to help since it would be better not to group together. While it seemed the newest girl favored weapons you never knew exactly what magic she might have. The girls experience was easy to pick up on given her entrance.
Miss sunshine did not describe Marina so the tacky girl’s beef must be with Elena. With every word from the tacky girl’s mouth and the feeble tit for tat the aura of I told you so surrounding Clair intensified. So much so that if one tried to draw it the page would simply be black.
It was lucky that this little tiff happened after the group finished the fight than during it. Did someone else post on the site or did Kyubey let this tacky girl know they were here? Well, this girl didn’t really seem to scream having a life so it could be possible she had nothing better to do than wait around for this to happen. The conversation of territories and the darkness of the magical girl system should be enough for even those as ignorant to the world as Seina was that this is the reason announcing you were going to poach someone else’s territory was a bad idea and why those territories existed in the first place.
Or maybe not.
“Clearly there is prior history between you that the rest of us were not enlightened to on the site posting nor did we hear about this possibility from Elena and Marina. We were unaware this was your territory,” Clair said staring daggers before she dropped her transformation. If she needed to transform again she could but there was no reason to give the tacky girl an excuse to think she wanted to escalate the current situation.
Clair was pretty desensitized to the situation since she was not a hopes and dreams girlie. Such spats were common in her home city so Clair tried to avoid the mess that came from getting involved or caught in territory matters. So, while Ella tried to appeal to the girl’s humanity, Asuka tried to reach out a helping hand, and Siena failed to see this was her better dressed future self it was clear tacky girl was in it for herself with her edgy personality. Just a real I take my coffee black…with daggers kind of gal.
There was no point in trying to rationalize with the parts of her the tacky girl had cast aside so Clair would just need to logically make it clear how unfavorable the situation would be if it escalated.
“You surely must have something better to do than waste your energy with a fight otherwise you would have finished this with your first strike. I'm sure sparing with your words should be enough or are you not confident in them? Clearly you have enough confidence in yourself that becoming the target of a magical girl hunt if this spreads around is not a concern. After all, people on the site might think you waited for us to do the hard work for you before you tried to extort us,” Clair said since it was clear the tacky girl had enough experience or stupidity to challenge an entire group.
Most likely stupidity seeming how she wanted to pull others into whatever personal grudge she had against their party leaders.
The closest thing to a neutral party in this mess she found herself in Clair at least wanted a full picture of what was going on before she attempted to clean it up or at least redirect the girls attention to give Elena and Marina time to get away.
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Dawnsx
Majestic Dinosaur
Code by Nano
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Enjoy your treats while you can: everyone else
Did this tacky girl really take one look at Clair and think she didn’t have enough lectures for everyone? That she was not the Dr. Suess of complaining? But as swift as she came into their lives she was gone again. You think tacky girl would have at least thrown a rose or something since she didn’t do anything just like some male lead in a magical girl anime.
And then they were getting ice cream after lying to the familiar’s victim.
You know this little out-of-the-way but approvably tidy ice cream shop had Clair’s favorite thing to order.
Nothing.
Not one thing. Not even the tap water which was filled with those little shrimps because why could New York have normal water. Oh, it makes the bread taste nice. It was gross. Clair refused to eat or drink anything that she did not make herself or did not pass her sanitized approval. Rather than snacking on anything Clair focus would be on making sure no one else's snacks got onto her.
“I graduated school and focus on being a magical girl so before you change the subject don’t you think you own us an explanation?” Clair said with a wave of her hand deciding that the group had waited long enough to be clued in,” You don’t need to tell us your life story but it feels like we should have some context before we continue for why that girl has personal history with you since it may involve us now.”
She assumed their personal lives were as plain and vanilla as the ice cream cone that Marina was eating so she was not interested in them. Odds where they had some love drama or what do I do with my life worries which then Clair would then be forced to get involved in so they did not fall into despair. Elena and Marina probably had problems due to their misplaced good intentions, Asuka had whatever caused her separation from her old group, leaving Ella and Seina who both reeked of personal issues since she could not see them getting involved with someone else's. Clair really didn’t need more on her plate by playing therapist as it was since Clair’s magical girl guide disguised as a fan fiction was not going to be writing itself. Kyubey was no help with it either so it was all up to her as always.
Her desire to make friends was as empty as her hands. Still, taking time to relax and small talk were part of the duty of being a magical girl since they technically were public servants of some sort. Even if they did not remain as teammates, it would be worth it to try and maintain a workplace level of relationship with everyone. Siena was a project in and of herself so if no one else would train the little scamp Clair would be forced to since it was only proper. Siena was like a smol kitten in a cardboard box and Clair would be the cloud to rain down upon her.
So for now even with her performance review aura was in full swing Clair would wait patiently for their break to end. They would need whatever treat and the sugar fulled brain power to get them through what was to come. A full interview of questions.
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Enjoy your treats while you can: everyone else
Did this tacky girl really take one look at Clair and think she didn’t have enough lectures for everyone? That she was not the Dr. Suess of complaining? But as swift as she came into their lives she was gone again. You think tacky girl would have at least thrown a rose or something since she didn’t do anything just like some male lead in a magical girl anime.
And then they were getting ice cream after lying to the familiar’s victim.
You know this little out-of-the-way but approvably tidy ice cream shop had Clair’s favorite thing to order.
Nothing.
Not one thing. Not even the tap water which was filled with those little shrimps because why could New York have normal water. Oh, it makes the bread taste nice. It was gross. Clair refused to eat or drink anything that she did not make herself or did not pass her sanitized approval. Rather than snacking on anything Clair focus would be on making sure no one else's snacks got onto her.
“I graduated school and focus on being a magical girl so before you change the subject don’t you think you own us an explanation?” Clair said with a wave of her hand deciding that the group had waited long enough to be clued in,” You don’t need to tell us your life story but it feels like we should have some context before we continue for why that girl has personal history with you since it may involve us now.”
She assumed their personal lives were as plain and vanilla as the ice cream cone that Marina was eating so she was not interested in them. Odds where they had some love drama or what do I do with my life worries which then Clair would then be forced to get involved in so they did not fall into despair. Elena and Marina probably had problems due to their misplaced good intentions, Asuka had whatever caused her separation from her old group, leaving Ella and Seina who both reeked of personal issues since she could not see them getting involved with someone else's. Clair really didn’t need more on her plate by playing therapist as it was since Clair’s magical girl guide disguised as a fan fiction was not going to be writing itself. Kyubey was no help with it either so it was all up to her as always.
Her desire to make friends was as empty as her hands. Still, taking time to relax and small talk were part of the duty of being a magical girl since they technically were public servants of some sort. Even if they did not remain as teammates, it would be worth it to try and maintain a workplace level of relationship with everyone. Siena was a project in and of herself so if no one else would train the little scamp Clair would be forced to since it was only proper. Siena was like a smol kitten in a cardboard box and Clair would be the cloud to rain down upon her.
So for now even with her performance review aura was in full swing Clair would wait patiently for their break to end. They would need whatever treat and the sugar fulled brain power to get them through what was to come. A full interview of questions.
Nellancholy
Two Thousand Club
After all was said and done and the rather prickly situation had resolved itself, Ella wanted to just mount up and speed off into the night like she always did. It wasn't generally a...bad thing to get involved with other magical girls, or at least that was her impression. She just wanted to avoid...entanglements like the one that had just pointed a knife at them. Their situation wasn't like those shows where the magical familiars showed up to a group all at once and tried to recruit them. Or like the one where they all used to rule the solar system together before being reincarnated. She didn't have any positive obligation to these people.
But here she was. She traveled separately from the others, leaping across the rooftops instead of riding off. She didn't want to seem like she was trying to show up these strangers. And so the Ella that stepped into the shop with them was one that was a little more unassuming, less striking than the one that had interfered with their affairs, her soul gem safely nestled in her pocket.
Since she was here, she may as well enjoy herself a bit on her own dime.
With that, she sat down at the same table as the others, bearing a plate with a slice of long-cooled apple pie ("It's okay, you don't need to warm it up.") and a scoop of peppermint chocolate chip melting a bit slower than expected on it.
"Midtown High. Senior." She volunteered the information when prompted, not expecting to be asked much more. She was thankful that she didn't end up having to drop out while finding a way to pay her dad's debts, but at the same time...where could she go from here once she graduated? In a way, she was still paying it off...
"Uh, listen." She nodded slightly at Elena and Marina after Clair delivered her pointed query. "No one here is...mad at you two, you know? But if you have any information that could keep us from getting into a real nasty night, it can't hurt to share it. I don't follow your...website, so if there's any beef going on that's more than the usual, I could stand to know." It was a simple stroke of luck, or misfortune, that Ella had heard two classmates discuss it in whispered tones. Were they magical girls as well? Probably, but she didn't care to know that until now.
Dawnsx
But here she was. She traveled separately from the others, leaping across the rooftops instead of riding off. She didn't want to seem like she was trying to show up these strangers. And so the Ella that stepped into the shop with them was one that was a little more unassuming, less striking than the one that had interfered with their affairs, her soul gem safely nestled in her pocket.
Since she was here, she may as well enjoy herself a bit on her own dime.
With that, she sat down at the same table as the others, bearing a plate with a slice of long-cooled apple pie ("It's okay, you don't need to warm it up.") and a scoop of peppermint chocolate chip melting a bit slower than expected on it.
"Midtown High. Senior." She volunteered the information when prompted, not expecting to be asked much more. She was thankful that she didn't end up having to drop out while finding a way to pay her dad's debts, but at the same time...where could she go from here once she graduated? In a way, she was still paying it off...
"Uh, listen." She nodded slightly at Elena and Marina after Clair delivered her pointed query. "No one here is...mad at you two, you know? But if you have any information that could keep us from getting into a real nasty night, it can't hurt to share it. I don't follow your...website, so if there's any beef going on that's more than the usual, I could stand to know." It was a simple stroke of luck, or misfortune, that Ella had heard two classmates discuss it in whispered tones. Were they magical girls as well? Probably, but she didn't care to know that until now.
Dawnsx
methoxetamine
nurofen
Steve Jobs
Died of ligma
Dawnsx
Majestic Dinosaur
Code by Nano
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The fact most of their group was in school did not matter to Clair since she sensed they would all ditch their studies for the greater good…or just to skip. Luckily for them Clair could easily put together a study session if their grades slipped. Clair made no effort to correct Siena calling her an adult since she was pretty much but it would also let her pull the adult card. If she was feeling merciful one day maybe she would take the group to MC. Kyubeys and order only a single grief seed black coffee to go.
After Siena’s little spiel Clair doubted Siena could kick any ass. The girl couldn’t kick the broad side of a barn at her skill level let alone her future self. She should avoid picking pointless fights unless she wanted everyone on the website turning against her.
Asuka, apparently, being a real idol on a break explained her magical outfit her wish was probably something like I want people to hear what’s in my heart or something. If she actually trained to be an idol going through group magical girl training shouldn’t be any more grueling. Both veterans would have their work cut out for them.
You know with a name like Lora it was no wonder her outfit was so tacky. Clair made note of the Lora’s profile page so she could report her actions to the website’s mods. With the following things that were said with both words and glances it seemed Clair would have to delay her write up to gather some intel. While the site bringing in girls from other cities was unsurprising since Clair herself came from one of them the apart uptick in girls gave her concern. With promises made Clair parted ways to try and find some leads herself not trusting Elena to be efficient at it.
“Using the word interesting Kyubey? I doubt you’ll tell me why since you tell us what it suits you to say,” Clair said not bothering to slow down since the little creature could follow her home,” even without lying I would say we share the common interest of avoiding the truth.”
Clair’s respect for Kyubey was that of a secretary and her incompetent boss. Unfortunately for Kyubey Clair enjoyed using every methodical method in her disposal to dig into things so everything he said or didn’t say could be a clue. For now, it was best to get what information she could and give little in return. Clair knew fighting him was a futile effort so she might as well try to stay on his good side to get ahead of the messes he was making for the sake of the universe.
“Yes, the whale witch. I am sure it will be a whale of a tail for you. On another note I hear you have been busy as well lately are the wheels of fate really turning that swiftly? With such an uptick in magical girls something big must be happening soon. You should try and show some restraint sometime so your shot term profits don’t ruin your long-term gains,” she said even though their was no point in lecturing Kyubey Clair still would. Given the information she learned Clair wouldn't be surprised if it involved the site somehow but organizing hunts instead of using territories would only be delaying the inevitable so rather than another troublesome system it seemed like a troublesome someone was involved. Plus, the more girls Kyubey contracted the more messes she would have to clean up. Wasn't Siena enough already?
Even without knowing the exact truth of the matter Clair would have been concerned but the fact something or someone was setting the stage for another witch boon was worth looking into.
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The fact most of their group was in school did not matter to Clair since she sensed they would all ditch their studies for the greater good…or just to skip. Luckily for them Clair could easily put together a study session if their grades slipped. Clair made no effort to correct Siena calling her an adult since she was pretty much but it would also let her pull the adult card. If she was feeling merciful one day maybe she would take the group to MC. Kyubeys and order only a single grief seed black coffee to go.
After Siena’s little spiel Clair doubted Siena could kick any ass. The girl couldn’t kick the broad side of a barn at her skill level let alone her future self. She should avoid picking pointless fights unless she wanted everyone on the website turning against her.
Asuka, apparently, being a real idol on a break explained her magical outfit her wish was probably something like I want people to hear what’s in my heart or something. If she actually trained to be an idol going through group magical girl training shouldn’t be any more grueling. Both veterans would have their work cut out for them.
You know with a name like Lora it was no wonder her outfit was so tacky. Clair made note of the Lora’s profile page so she could report her actions to the website’s mods. With the following things that were said with both words and glances it seemed Clair would have to delay her write up to gather some intel. While the site bringing in girls from other cities was unsurprising since Clair herself came from one of them the apart uptick in girls gave her concern. With promises made Clair parted ways to try and find some leads herself not trusting Elena to be efficient at it.
“Using the word interesting Kyubey? I doubt you’ll tell me why since you tell us what it suits you to say,” Clair said not bothering to slow down since the little creature could follow her home,” even without lying I would say we share the common interest of avoiding the truth.”
Clair’s respect for Kyubey was that of a secretary and her incompetent boss. Unfortunately for Kyubey Clair enjoyed using every methodical method in her disposal to dig into things so everything he said or didn’t say could be a clue. For now, it was best to get what information she could and give little in return. Clair knew fighting him was a futile effort so she might as well try to stay on his good side to get ahead of the messes he was making for the sake of the universe.
“Yes, the whale witch. I am sure it will be a whale of a tail for you. On another note I hear you have been busy as well lately are the wheels of fate really turning that swiftly? With such an uptick in magical girls something big must be happening soon. You should try and show some restraint sometime so your shot term profits don’t ruin your long-term gains,” she said even though their was no point in lecturing Kyubey Clair still would. Given the information she learned Clair wouldn't be surprised if it involved the site somehow but organizing hunts instead of using territories would only be delaying the inevitable so rather than another troublesome system it seemed like a troublesome someone was involved. Plus, the more girls Kyubey contracted the more messes she would have to clean up. Wasn't Siena enough already?
Even without knowing the exact truth of the matter Clair would have been concerned but the fact something or someone was setting the stage for another witch boon was worth looking into.
Nellancholy
Two Thousand Club
The sound from the diesel engine of the last bus home broooooomed away into the night as Ella walked into the workshop of the Mason Mechanical building, the backrooms of which served as a combination of office and living space for the father and daughter both. The building itself seemed more alive these past weeks, as if responding to the renewed vigor of its owners. Or perhaps that was simply what happened when a business was able to afford operating and taking customers again. Ella felt less...reluctant walking up the path nowadays, though as a tradeoff, she tended to arrive home far more tired.
And it was in this state that she shuffled in through a side door, the floodlights and fluorescent bulbs that usually illuminated the workspace mostly turned off. Behind a desk sat Albert Mason, a man approaching middle-age with his hair turned prematurely gray from his ordeals, but cut neatly for the first time in a good while. His formerly toned body had long become soft, a fact made apparent by his tank top and sweatpants. But Ella was pleased to note that he had never looked more alive in a long time.
"Elly!" Albert sounded as if he was trying to sound like those big, jovial uncle types every other small business had, but he didn't have enough breath in him to manage it. "Where've you been? Me and the boys managed just fine, but having you help out would've really brightened up the place!"
"Uh...hm." Ella's tired shoulders slumped a little. "Well you see, dad, I was um...studying. Midterms coming up, and..."
"Oh, riiiiight." Albert sighed. "How could I have forgotten? Pff, what kinda dad am I, right? Bet your senior year is way harder than mine, considering how much time I spent on...those things..." He glanced away, looking back at the old compact CRT television playing old race footage. "But you know, that Altis girl came in today, talked about getting work done on her M5. Like, serious work. Engine swap, installing a turbocharger, the works...if she wants to spend her money on that, who are we to object, right?"
Ah, yes. Ms. Serina Altis. She of the platinum blonde hair, designer sunglasses, and pre-ripped jeans. A frequent customer to the reopened Mason Mechanical and someone with more cars and money than sense, as well as the kind of name that sounded like a DJ or a game developer. If her credit card didn't say it, Ella would've assumed it was fake. And her credit card was very good for whatever she asked for. Was Altis a motorsports enthusiast like Albert, or was she just one of those people who got an ego boost from putting as much under the hood as they could fit in? Where did her money come from? Why did she decide to increase Mason Mechanical's monthly revenue by 50%? Frankly, Ella was just surprised that she was...genuinely interested in finding the answers to these questions.
"I...don't mind taking some time out to help out, in fact." Ella sighed. "Why don't I take over Ms. Altis' account from now on? Free up some of the other mechanics to get the other work done faster."
With that, Albert's expression turned from that of satisfaction to one of...not so much anger, or even annoyance, but something like...discomfort? Like he'd spontaneously developed a cramp. Which part of that request didn't he like...? "Nah, don't even think about it, Elly. Lifting boxes and sorting parts is one thing, but you're not getting involved in your old man's business more than you already are. Once you're done with finals, we're going to sit down and start applying to universities. You'll go upstate, or over to MIT if ya get in. Become a doctor or an engineer, hell, an accountant if you want to. Instead of hanging around smelling like grease and oil all day."
It seemed that Albert wasn't past projecting his own regrets onto his daughter. It wasn't like running the workshop would put her in proximity to any racing accidents. But fear was rarely rational.
"I'll think about that, dad. Don't stay up too late." Ella nodded out of politeness, heading past the doorway to the living space and entering the shower.
Some time later...
Elly stood on the edge of a decently tall building while transformed, holding Excalibur at arm's length. She peered over the sights, sweeping the muzzle over the streets below as if fancying herself a sniper. Not that it could actually do a lot in that regard. Her other hand picked up an overpriced caramel chocolate drink from a franchise coffee shop, and she sipped the steaming hot mixture.
"Why are you telling me this?" She muttered at the incubator, more a thought spoken out loud than a remakrk of annoyance. "If I wanted updates I'd have made an account for that website. After all, I've never had trouble finding witches on my own...but fine. You've saved me some work." Now she was sure of the presence of this "whale witch".
The strange mascots were cryptic, but they never lied. This was likely to be no exception. And with that, it was time to get moving. Try to home in on this whale's sigil.
Walking to the edge of the roof, she looked down over the alley on one side, as if she was looking down into a pool she was about to dive into.
One day, she'd be able to do this straight onto the street like she wished, but right now the risk of being seen was too great.
Ella closed her eyes for a moment, then opened.
Tipping forward, she felt the kick in her stomach as she allowed herself to fall parallel to the building's wall.
And then, it appeared.
Knight answered her calling as it always did, appearing "under" her and allowing her to ride down the wall, adhering to the ground as easily as a bug crawling down a wall would.
As her helmet appeared on her head, she took a deep breath, went full throttle, and streaked off into the night.
And it was in this state that she shuffled in through a side door, the floodlights and fluorescent bulbs that usually illuminated the workspace mostly turned off. Behind a desk sat Albert Mason, a man approaching middle-age with his hair turned prematurely gray from his ordeals, but cut neatly for the first time in a good while. His formerly toned body had long become soft, a fact made apparent by his tank top and sweatpants. But Ella was pleased to note that he had never looked more alive in a long time.
"Elly!" Albert sounded as if he was trying to sound like those big, jovial uncle types every other small business had, but he didn't have enough breath in him to manage it. "Where've you been? Me and the boys managed just fine, but having you help out would've really brightened up the place!"
"Uh...hm." Ella's tired shoulders slumped a little. "Well you see, dad, I was um...studying. Midterms coming up, and..."
"Oh, riiiiight." Albert sighed. "How could I have forgotten? Pff, what kinda dad am I, right? Bet your senior year is way harder than mine, considering how much time I spent on...those things..." He glanced away, looking back at the old compact CRT television playing old race footage. "But you know, that Altis girl came in today, talked about getting work done on her M5. Like, serious work. Engine swap, installing a turbocharger, the works...if she wants to spend her money on that, who are we to object, right?"
Ah, yes. Ms. Serina Altis. She of the platinum blonde hair, designer sunglasses, and pre-ripped jeans. A frequent customer to the reopened Mason Mechanical and someone with more cars and money than sense, as well as the kind of name that sounded like a DJ or a game developer. If her credit card didn't say it, Ella would've assumed it was fake. And her credit card was very good for whatever she asked for. Was Altis a motorsports enthusiast like Albert, or was she just one of those people who got an ego boost from putting as much under the hood as they could fit in? Where did her money come from? Why did she decide to increase Mason Mechanical's monthly revenue by 50%? Frankly, Ella was just surprised that she was...genuinely interested in finding the answers to these questions.
"I...don't mind taking some time out to help out, in fact." Ella sighed. "Why don't I take over Ms. Altis' account from now on? Free up some of the other mechanics to get the other work done faster."
With that, Albert's expression turned from that of satisfaction to one of...not so much anger, or even annoyance, but something like...discomfort? Like he'd spontaneously developed a cramp. Which part of that request didn't he like...? "Nah, don't even think about it, Elly. Lifting boxes and sorting parts is one thing, but you're not getting involved in your old man's business more than you already are. Once you're done with finals, we're going to sit down and start applying to universities. You'll go upstate, or over to MIT if ya get in. Become a doctor or an engineer, hell, an accountant if you want to. Instead of hanging around smelling like grease and oil all day."
It seemed that Albert wasn't past projecting his own regrets onto his daughter. It wasn't like running the workshop would put her in proximity to any racing accidents. But fear was rarely rational.
"I'll think about that, dad. Don't stay up too late." Ella nodded out of politeness, heading past the doorway to the living space and entering the shower.
Some time later...
Elly stood on the edge of a decently tall building while transformed, holding Excalibur at arm's length. She peered over the sights, sweeping the muzzle over the streets below as if fancying herself a sniper. Not that it could actually do a lot in that regard. Her other hand picked up an overpriced caramel chocolate drink from a franchise coffee shop, and she sipped the steaming hot mixture.
"Why are you telling me this?" She muttered at the incubator, more a thought spoken out loud than a remakrk of annoyance. "If I wanted updates I'd have made an account for that website. After all, I've never had trouble finding witches on my own...but fine. You've saved me some work." Now she was sure of the presence of this "whale witch".
The strange mascots were cryptic, but they never lied. This was likely to be no exception. And with that, it was time to get moving. Try to home in on this whale's sigil.
Walking to the edge of the roof, she looked down over the alley on one side, as if she was looking down into a pool she was about to dive into.
One day, she'd be able to do this straight onto the street like she wished, but right now the risk of being seen was too great.
Ella closed her eyes for a moment, then opened.
Tipping forward, she felt the kick in her stomach as she allowed herself to fall parallel to the building's wall.
And then, it appeared.
Knight answered her calling as it always did, appearing "under" her and allowing her to ride down the wall, adhering to the ground as easily as a bug crawling down a wall would.
As her helmet appeared on her head, she took a deep breath, went full throttle, and streaked off into the night.
Steve Jobs
Died of ligma
methoxetamine
nurofen
Dawnsx
Majestic Dinosaur
Code by Nano
Dawnsx
Majestic Dinosaur
Code by Nano
Nellancholy
Two Thousand Club
"Omigosh Peyton, did you check in on the Site? Some newbies who didn't know about the territories musta crossed Lora's path because she went the eff OFF on them!"
The voice of an excitable blonde interrupted Ella's thoughts as she sat practicing how to find the inverses and determinants of matrices, pen spinning in her hand. She was never too great at math, but she did have to take it at least a little seriously. Just like Dad said, the whole university thing still had to be on the table, and for the most part she agreed with him. Didn't make it any less frustrating in the moment, however. Still, she took a moment to listen in. They were doing a frankly terrible job of concealing that they were also magical girls, but the blonde's loud mouth had given Ella at least one valuable lead. Nevertheless, Ella was in no hurry to reveal her identity to them.
"Is there ever a time she's not going off on someone, Trish?" The blue-haired girl (Peyton) rolled her eyes. "If they didn't know before, I bet they do now. She probably sent them packing, broke a couple bones and made them waste their soul energy for their trouble."
Well, that wasn't how Ella would put it. But she couldn't shake the feeling that if Lora really wanted that outcome, it would be difficult (even if not impossible) for them to avert it from happening. She turned in her seat slightly, trying to probe for more information without giving herself away. "Hey uh...who's Lora? Someone I've met before?"
The other two blinked at the sudden interjection, though Trish found her tongue first. "Oh, Lora? You don't know her. She's from the Puella-"
Peyton leaned in front of Trish. "She doesn't go here. Let's leave it at that."
"Hm, if you say so." Ella shrugged with a bit of deliberate emphasis on the gesture, turning away. "The way you two are acting, you'd think I caught you talking about something you're not supposed to."
Who was she to play detective, anyway? Hunting down witches and loose familiars was one thing, but trying to get information about another person...to fight them, to...ambush them? That was something she couldn't quite stomach, even if she made a terrible first impression.
Some time later...
Ella was one of the latest, if not the latest to arrive at the meeting place. She could have beaten almost everyone else there, but she had no interest in speeding to make it. She'd shown up with a folding bicycle, helmet, and shorts all to help blend in, which as it happened would probably work well enough in the upscale neighborhoods they turned out to be heading towards. Apparently, before she'd arrived, Elena had taken the liberty of dividing them into teams so they could avoid notice and cover a bit more ground while being able to converge quickly towards anything that warranted their attention.
So she supposed they were sort of a team now. She figured forming into regular teams beyond pair partnerships was the kind of thing that only happened on TV, but...it didn't seem too bad for now.
"Alright, no argument here." She glanced at Marina and Clair as she unfolded her bike, saddling up. "You two can take the rooftops if you want. I'll trail them on the ground, so if anything happens we can swoop in from a couple different directions. Sound good?"
With their assent, she would follow behind the other trio, not yet transformed. When transformed, she could probably break all the Tour de France records on this road bike without trying too hard, but right now she was just...fine.
Dawnsx
galvanismgal
The voice of an excitable blonde interrupted Ella's thoughts as she sat practicing how to find the inverses and determinants of matrices, pen spinning in her hand. She was never too great at math, but she did have to take it at least a little seriously. Just like Dad said, the whole university thing still had to be on the table, and for the most part she agreed with him. Didn't make it any less frustrating in the moment, however. Still, she took a moment to listen in. They were doing a frankly terrible job of concealing that they were also magical girls, but the blonde's loud mouth had given Ella at least one valuable lead. Nevertheless, Ella was in no hurry to reveal her identity to them.
"Is there ever a time she's not going off on someone, Trish?" The blue-haired girl (Peyton) rolled her eyes. "If they didn't know before, I bet they do now. She probably sent them packing, broke a couple bones and made them waste their soul energy for their trouble."
Well, that wasn't how Ella would put it. But she couldn't shake the feeling that if Lora really wanted that outcome, it would be difficult (even if not impossible) for them to avert it from happening. She turned in her seat slightly, trying to probe for more information without giving herself away. "Hey uh...who's Lora? Someone I've met before?"
The other two blinked at the sudden interjection, though Trish found her tongue first. "Oh, Lora? You don't know her. She's from the Puella-"
Peyton leaned in front of Trish. "She doesn't go here. Let's leave it at that."
"Hm, if you say so." Ella shrugged with a bit of deliberate emphasis on the gesture, turning away. "The way you two are acting, you'd think I caught you talking about something you're not supposed to."
Who was she to play detective, anyway? Hunting down witches and loose familiars was one thing, but trying to get information about another person...to fight them, to...ambush them? That was something she couldn't quite stomach, even if she made a terrible first impression.
Some time later...
Ella was one of the latest, if not the latest to arrive at the meeting place. She could have beaten almost everyone else there, but she had no interest in speeding to make it. She'd shown up with a folding bicycle, helmet, and shorts all to help blend in, which as it happened would probably work well enough in the upscale neighborhoods they turned out to be heading towards. Apparently, before she'd arrived, Elena had taken the liberty of dividing them into teams so they could avoid notice and cover a bit more ground while being able to converge quickly towards anything that warranted their attention.
So she supposed they were sort of a team now. She figured forming into regular teams beyond pair partnerships was the kind of thing that only happened on TV, but...it didn't seem too bad for now.
"Alright, no argument here." She glanced at Marina and Clair as she unfolded her bike, saddling up. "You two can take the rooftops if you want. I'll trail them on the ground, so if anything happens we can swoop in from a couple different directions. Sound good?"
With their assent, she would follow behind the other trio, not yet transformed. When transformed, she could probably break all the Tour de France records on this road bike without trying too hard, but right now she was just...fine.
Dawnsx
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Forced to pay rent: Asuka
Steve Jobs
Siena
methoxetamine
Elena Kyubey
Interactions: Ella
Nellancholy
Marina
Dawnsx
Align seemed like a strong word to use for the rag tag group Clair had found herself in. Given his nature and her own it was unsurprising that Kyubey himself had not expected it but things were different in this city. Maybe someday Clair would find herself back in the same sort of situation she had left behind but it simply wasn’t in her nature to act any different. If girls here put up with Clair, they would put up with her and if they didn’t, they didn’t.
On one hand if Kyubey had been emotional it would be easier to get direct answers out of him but if that was the case Clair doubted that he would have remained by her side. She didn’t know which would be better in the end.
It seems since he ignored her questioning something was afoot. If she was a key player in it the little…dog?...squirrel? New York rat would have tried to pull something rather than this silent treatment. Someone dumber or emotional might know so one of the girls she was just with probably had Kyubey mention something to them.
Well, it didn’t matter because with his parting words Kyubey left her alone. The question didn’t need an answer anyways since he should know she would be taking the blame as always.
With things said and unsaid the only thing left for her to do was to type up a short and precise summary of the familiar encounter on the website. After all, whatever witch it was born from was most likely still alive. Stationary was normally sold in set so odds were a dozen of them could be roaming around. When facing the unknown the only thing better than experience was information so Clair would do the duty everyone on the site should be doing and share it.
Given the nature of the site Clair could see some girls, Siena, using a fake username or pretending to be another girl. The notes of Clair’s assessment of how the group worked and advice she assembled would best be printed out to be given in person if possible. They would also be sent to Elena since while not the strongest leader she would have a connection to the other’s real accounts.
For Elena she would put together a list of those Clair herself found trustworthy from her city in case the whale witch roamed over to it. A mix of those who were prickly but should still be alive and those who’s kindness was greater than their lifespan would be. Marina would get a similar list but much more pragmatic listing off different services such girls could survive ranging from mental assistance to more…unsavory things Elena may not approve of.
The rest of the crew was a mix bag.
Asuka seemed to handle herself well enough so she would get a list of groups Clair thought would work well with to practice using her magic on a variety of people and maybe forge new friendships to strengthen her ties to the world.
Ella who came and left like the wind would simply get a map marked with the different locations witches were commonly found. With her speed if worse came to worse having to find a grief seed would be a simple pit stop.
Siena…what to do with a problem like Siena. The type to be late for everything except a meal. Hot headed with a good heart but lazy to the bone. Maybe the encounter with tacky girl would finally motivate her to practice but such motivation would be quick to vanish. There wasn’t any reason to solve a problem like Siena but knowing her…everything…it would be a mess if Clair didn’t at least try. Siena was like a high interest loan of problems. Clair could see her being like the other newbies from her city getting involved in everything and nothing.
Like oh no I accidentally lost my cool and got other people killed and now I’m going to become a witch or oh no someone is blaming me for something because of my dish water personality and now they started enough magical girl drama the magical girl site had to add a mega thread for it.
Ugh.
Regardless of what happened Siena was not going to live in Clair’s head rent free because she would make her pay. With interest it didn’t take Clair very long to find the magical girl that could summon money but was always mentally short changed. As an experienced magical girl, it was only proper than Clair gave her some tips and tricks.
She doubted it was an experience either of them would look back on fondly.
Since the more pressing matters were done, Clair could take to writing her guide disguised as fan fiction. Last arc she covered witches sharing a labyrinth so maybe she should take the latest experiences in her life and cover a chapter on territory fights. Lety-chan could have a run in with someone who knew the incantation to steal soul gems from other girls to help it be educational.
Before she could start writing trash that made my immortal seem sophisticated her phone buzzed.
“U up Sned ( o=^•ェ•)o”
With a sigh Clair held up her phone to take a blurry selfie. It had part of her face in it so it should be good enough to send. Just when she settled down to write again her phone buzzed to let her know she had another message from…Single woman in her area ugh.
Scanning the message, it was clear Clair had little choice but to stop whatever chaos was brewing so she returned to her old town where the single woman was who mind you was not in her area any longer waited for her.
Just when thing seemed to standardize again Elena reached out to her again. Just like the last time she found herself at the park projecting an aura of don’t touch me. She spent most of the time they were coming up with the plan mulling over her options only interjecting her opinion when needed.
Sometimes witches could hitch a ride on moving objects but honestly, they were witches so they didn’t always stick to what made sense. The only way to figure out its movements were time or catching it and since they lacked the former, they would need to rely on this shady tip.
The groupings made sense.
Asuka, Elena, and Siena all had their names end in A…just kidding! Clair had no qualms knowing that they possessed better people pleasing skills than she did so it made sense for them to be first on the scenes. Their skills and experience levels would balance out the party.
Clair Ella, and Marina…wait a second why did everyone else's name end with A. They had better not try and get her to change her name to Claira if that happened, she would force KyubA to take her place.
Anyways the trio following all had ways to impact the fight from a distance as well as versatility to keep an eye on things. In Ella’s case it would be speeding into battle but it made more sense to keep someone with stronger physical fighting skills in their party since they didn’t know what traps could exist to prevent her from serving as a get away vehicle.
Despite her speed she did seem to be one of the latter ones to arrive unlike punctual Clair.
“If you need a path up to us signal,” Clair said neutrally tapping her soul gem ring. Splitting into a smaller sub group would normally be something to complain about but it made sense to not put all of their eggs in one basket. Trust was thin and with magic involved you never knew what might happen. As long as Ella didn’t waste her magic trying to reconnect with them it would be fine.
“Marina do you need to prepare anything?” Clair asked since while they both deferred to Elena in the group it was clear they both had some similar thoughts about the slice of cheese plan. With how many holes could be in it must be swiss.
Regardless Clair would be prepared to transform to follow and be ready to use her abilities to intercept anything sent their way.
Steve Jobs
Siena
methoxetamine
Elena KyubeyInteractions: Ella
Nellancholy
Marina
Dawnsx
Align seemed like a strong word to use for the rag tag group Clair had found herself in. Given his nature and her own it was unsurprising that Kyubey himself had not expected it but things were different in this city. Maybe someday Clair would find herself back in the same sort of situation she had left behind but it simply wasn’t in her nature to act any different. If girls here put up with Clair, they would put up with her and if they didn’t, they didn’t.
On one hand if Kyubey had been emotional it would be easier to get direct answers out of him but if that was the case Clair doubted that he would have remained by her side. She didn’t know which would be better in the end.
It seems since he ignored her questioning something was afoot. If she was a key player in it the little…dog?...squirrel? New York rat would have tried to pull something rather than this silent treatment. Someone dumber or emotional might know so one of the girls she was just with probably had Kyubey mention something to them.
Well, it didn’t matter because with his parting words Kyubey left her alone. The question didn’t need an answer anyways since he should know she would be taking the blame as always.
With things said and unsaid the only thing left for her to do was to type up a short and precise summary of the familiar encounter on the website. After all, whatever witch it was born from was most likely still alive. Stationary was normally sold in set so odds were a dozen of them could be roaming around. When facing the unknown the only thing better than experience was information so Clair would do the duty everyone on the site should be doing and share it.
Given the nature of the site Clair could see some girls, Siena, using a fake username or pretending to be another girl. The notes of Clair’s assessment of how the group worked and advice she assembled would best be printed out to be given in person if possible. They would also be sent to Elena since while not the strongest leader she would have a connection to the other’s real accounts.
For Elena she would put together a list of those Clair herself found trustworthy from her city in case the whale witch roamed over to it. A mix of those who were prickly but should still be alive and those who’s kindness was greater than their lifespan would be. Marina would get a similar list but much more pragmatic listing off different services such girls could survive ranging from mental assistance to more…unsavory things Elena may not approve of.
The rest of the crew was a mix bag.
Asuka seemed to handle herself well enough so she would get a list of groups Clair thought would work well with to practice using her magic on a variety of people and maybe forge new friendships to strengthen her ties to the world.
Ella who came and left like the wind would simply get a map marked with the different locations witches were commonly found. With her speed if worse came to worse having to find a grief seed would be a simple pit stop.
Siena…what to do with a problem like Siena. The type to be late for everything except a meal. Hot headed with a good heart but lazy to the bone. Maybe the encounter with tacky girl would finally motivate her to practice but such motivation would be quick to vanish. There wasn’t any reason to solve a problem like Siena but knowing her…everything…it would be a mess if Clair didn’t at least try. Siena was like a high interest loan of problems. Clair could see her being like the other newbies from her city getting involved in everything and nothing.
Like oh no I accidentally lost my cool and got other people killed and now I’m going to become a witch or oh no someone is blaming me for something because of my dish water personality and now they started enough magical girl drama the magical girl site had to add a mega thread for it.
Ugh.
Regardless of what happened Siena was not going to live in Clair’s head rent free because she would make her pay. With interest it didn’t take Clair very long to find the magical girl that could summon money but was always mentally short changed. As an experienced magical girl, it was only proper than Clair gave her some tips and tricks.
She doubted it was an experience either of them would look back on fondly.
Since the more pressing matters were done, Clair could take to writing her guide disguised as fan fiction. Last arc she covered witches sharing a labyrinth so maybe she should take the latest experiences in her life and cover a chapter on territory fights. Lety-chan could have a run in with someone who knew the incantation to steal soul gems from other girls to help it be educational.
Before she could start writing trash that made my immortal seem sophisticated her phone buzzed.
“U up Sned ( o=^•ェ•)o”
With a sigh Clair held up her phone to take a blurry selfie. It had part of her face in it so it should be good enough to send. Just when she settled down to write again her phone buzzed to let her know she had another message from…Single woman in her area ugh.
Scanning the message, it was clear Clair had little choice but to stop whatever chaos was brewing so she returned to her old town where the single woman was who mind you was not in her area any longer waited for her.
“Good moning ヾ(•ω•`)o ar you getting fresh air? Luv Uu.”
Clair sent a blurry photo of her outdoors in response before turning her attention to the magical girl that the nerve to summon her.
“Pull,” Single woman said before launching a bit of demolished concrete only to shoot it down with the rubber band airplane she summoned.
“Is there a reason you sent me this stupid Claymore calling card?” Clair asked standing beside her in the construction site her fellow magical girl was treating like some shooting range or ball park. Clair had to google what her message event meant and since Single woman’s soul gem was clear as the weather it was just as clear she didn’t need Clair to mercy kill her.
“Glad to see you’re still as crusty as always Clair, Pull,” She said launching a grief seed to Clair,” Cynthia is no longer with us.”
Catching it Clair looked at Single woman placing one hand on her brow in annoyance but before she could get a word in the other girl did so.
“Pink girly girl,” Single woman responded since she knew Clair well enough to know she never truly remembered the girls’ name,” We partnered up after you skipped town. If we had listened maybe things would be different but well Cynthia had too good of heart and we both know how that goes. She was the only girl I had eyes for at the time so I didn’t realize…someone else is picking up the pieces to set their side of the board.”
“Which rumor ar-,” Clair started having kept up with some of the tepid drama but only some of it since unsurprisingly most girls did not contact her unless they needed something but was cut off. Apparently, this was another one-sided conversation she was caught in. Couldn’t these girls just use Kyubey for these?
“She wanted to leave something behind. Didn’t want to become a lost child. I thought we could become queens but she became...Just wanted to leave something behind to help others still. You know her just heart on her sleeve but we were just a set of pawns, Pull.”
Another piece of concrete was launched and shattered.
It was now obvious who’s grief seed Clair held. An offering for coming? Single woman should know she isn’t that callous of a person.
Ah.
You wouldn’t need to have the magic to see the future to see what was coming.
“I-“
“Yes, you always beat me at chess. You’re a bitch but you use peoples requested pronouns so like were not close so I thought it would be fine if you were the one to pick up the pieces, pull,” said the girl launching her soul gem and shattering it.
Just as Clair thought.
The grief seed was a down payment.
Close enough to invite Clair to clean up this mess but not close enough to realize this situation would barely darken her soul gem. Some might call her cold hearted but she viewed it as practical. Some might think it was given everything she had witnessed but unfortunately it wasn’t she was just like this naturally. Though Clair was unable to prevent this it was clear as her soul gem that single woman made the choice to end things on her own terms.
Unable to meddle with what had happened Clair could still meddle with scene look like an accident. Some closure for the girl’s departure for those who didn’t know better. Moving the chunks of rubble gave an outlet for her annoyance since on top of everything else she hadn’t been able to get her turn to ask questions nor invite single woman to Millbury.
Frustrations aside while she worked on gathering up the shattered pieces into a handkerchief Clair had much to muse on. Just like Millbury it seemed something was a foot.
Clair had a difficult decision to make.
Was the physical representation of someone’s soul recycling or compost? It surely wasn’t trash.
Cutting her decision in front of the bins short her phone buzzed.
“Hello mousey, Hubby is cooking up a storm since he undid the parental block you set on the food channel. I will need help.”
A glance at it informed Clair her father wanted her to come over for dinner so rather than going to heaven, hell, or some other nirvana Single woman’s soul went into Clair’s pocket.
Clair sent a blurry photo of her outdoors in response before turning her attention to the magical girl that the nerve to summon her.
“Pull,” Single woman said before launching a bit of demolished concrete only to shoot it down with the rubber band airplane she summoned.
“Is there a reason you sent me this stupid Claymore calling card?” Clair asked standing beside her in the construction site her fellow magical girl was treating like some shooting range or ball park. Clair had to google what her message event meant and since Single woman’s soul gem was clear as the weather it was just as clear she didn’t need Clair to mercy kill her.
“Glad to see you’re still as crusty as always Clair, Pull,” She said launching a grief seed to Clair,” Cynthia is no longer with us.”
Catching it Clair looked at Single woman placing one hand on her brow in annoyance but before she could get a word in the other girl did so.
“Pink girly girl,” Single woman responded since she knew Clair well enough to know she never truly remembered the girls’ name,” We partnered up after you skipped town. If we had listened maybe things would be different but well Cynthia had too good of heart and we both know how that goes. She was the only girl I had eyes for at the time so I didn’t realize…someone else is picking up the pieces to set their side of the board.”
“Which rumor ar-,” Clair started having kept up with some of the tepid drama but only some of it since unsurprisingly most girls did not contact her unless they needed something but was cut off. Apparently, this was another one-sided conversation she was caught in. Couldn’t these girls just use Kyubey for these?
“She wanted to leave something behind. Didn’t want to become a lost child. I thought we could become queens but she became...Just wanted to leave something behind to help others still. You know her just heart on her sleeve but we were just a set of pawns, Pull.”
Another piece of concrete was launched and shattered.
It was now obvious who’s grief seed Clair held. An offering for coming? Single woman should know she isn’t that callous of a person.
Ah.
You wouldn’t need to have the magic to see the future to see what was coming.
“I-“
“Yes, you always beat me at chess. You’re a bitch but you use peoples requested pronouns so like were not close so I thought it would be fine if you were the one to pick up the pieces, pull,” said the girl launching her soul gem and shattering it.
Just as Clair thought.
The grief seed was a down payment.
Close enough to invite Clair to clean up this mess but not close enough to realize this situation would barely darken her soul gem. Some might call her cold hearted but she viewed it as practical. Some might think it was given everything she had witnessed but unfortunately it wasn’t she was just like this naturally. Though Clair was unable to prevent this it was clear as her soul gem that single woman made the choice to end things on her own terms.
Unable to meddle with what had happened Clair could still meddle with scene look like an accident. Some closure for the girl’s departure for those who didn’t know better. Moving the chunks of rubble gave an outlet for her annoyance since on top of everything else she hadn’t been able to get her turn to ask questions nor invite single woman to Millbury.
Frustrations aside while she worked on gathering up the shattered pieces into a handkerchief Clair had much to muse on. Just like Millbury it seemed something was a foot.
Clair had a difficult decision to make.
Was the physical representation of someone’s soul recycling or compost? It surely wasn’t trash.
Cutting her decision in front of the bins short her phone buzzed.
“Hello mousey, Hubby is cooking up a storm since he undid the parental block you set on the food channel. I will need help.”
A glance at it informed Clair her father wanted her to come over for dinner so rather than going to heaven, hell, or some other nirvana Single woman’s soul went into Clair’s pocket.
Just when thing seemed to standardize again Elena reached out to her again. Just like the last time she found herself at the park projecting an aura of don’t touch me. She spent most of the time they were coming up with the plan mulling over her options only interjecting her opinion when needed.
Sometimes witches could hitch a ride on moving objects but honestly, they were witches so they didn’t always stick to what made sense. The only way to figure out its movements were time or catching it and since they lacked the former, they would need to rely on this shady tip.
The groupings made sense.
Asuka, Elena, and Siena all had their names end in A…just kidding! Clair had no qualms knowing that they possessed better people pleasing skills than she did so it made sense for them to be first on the scenes. Their skills and experience levels would balance out the party.
Clair Ella, and Marina…wait a second why did everyone else's name end with A. They had better not try and get her to change her name to Claira if that happened, she would force KyubA to take her place.
Anyways the trio following all had ways to impact the fight from a distance as well as versatility to keep an eye on things. In Ella’s case it would be speeding into battle but it made more sense to keep someone with stronger physical fighting skills in their party since they didn’t know what traps could exist to prevent her from serving as a get away vehicle.
Despite her speed she did seem to be one of the latter ones to arrive unlike punctual Clair.
“If you need a path up to us signal,” Clair said neutrally tapping her soul gem ring. Splitting into a smaller sub group would normally be something to complain about but it made sense to not put all of their eggs in one basket. Trust was thin and with magic involved you never knew what might happen. As long as Ella didn’t waste her magic trying to reconnect with them it would be fine.
“Marina do you need to prepare anything?” Clair asked since while they both deferred to Elena in the group it was clear they both had some similar thoughts about the slice of cheese plan. With how many holes could be in it must be swiss.
Regardless Clair would be prepared to transform to follow and be ready to use her abilities to intercept anything sent their way.
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