[h3]Morgann[/h3]

After walking around for hours now, Morgann's heels were killing her. It was not a good idea to go out for a stroll in these golden stilettos, but there weren't any other shoes that would quite match the entire outfit, and she always wore at least some part of Magnolia. Not only were all of her weapons in there, but her wallet, her money, and all kinds of goodies. It was easier having all of the necessities conveniently stored within your suit's never-ending "body", and that was exactly how she liked it. In past incidents, those who had attempted to mug Morgann and threaten her through physical contact found their bodies full of either holes for her tommy gun or wound up as a snack for the suit. She had no problem with causing physical harm to thieves or, to be honest, anyone that even looked at her wrong. She simply didn't.

As she waltzed herself closer and closer to the circus, she also became closer to the country's coast. Walking along the bay and adjusting her mask each time the wind moved it even an inch, she noticed a commotion going on a far distance away from her. It was quite a scene to take in form such a long ways away, and to be honest, she wasn't quite keen on what was going on. [b]"What the hell?"[/b] she breathed through clenched teeth, shoving her hand into her coat and pulling a pair of opera glasses from within her coat. After fiddling with its burgundy handle for a few moments, she finally had it adjusted so that it would lock in place and took a look. It looked like some sort of ginormous figure holding up another...pedestrian, she was assuming, and to top it off, some other girl was running away. [b]"Now why would she be running away?"[/b] the magician wondered while tossing the tool back into the coat, tapping on her chin as she thought of the possibilities. She narrowed her leafy green eyes as she stared out through the mask's white fabric before thinking, [b]"No one runs like that unless they've got something to hide..."[/b] Her attention shifted from the fleeing passerby to the woman being held upside down. [b]"But damn, no one gets held up by some big lug like that for no reason, either."[/b] 

[b]"Hold on tight,"[/b] she murmured to her hat, whose multiple hands held onto her light brown hair from the inside. [b]"From now on, I wear some sort of flats when I go out,"[/b] she growled, dashing as fast as she could in these heels that she could towards the situation. Skidding to an abrupt halt, she stared up at what seemed to be a man who was a few inches shorter than her. She looked at his black cloak that covered him to the axe in one of his hands, grimacing. [b]"What drab attire,"[/b] she thought in a disgusted tone, clearing her throat loudly. [b]"Excuse me,"[/b] she announced loudly, tapping her shoe's tip against the ground. [b]"What are you doing to this woman?"[/b]

[h3]Gale[/h3]

Turning his attention from Pharona to Ash, Brandy nodded and relinquished Gale's body back into its rightful owner's control, her entire body shuddering visibly from the abrupt transition. [b]"Just going to toss him into a dumpster?"[/b] she whispered to her roommate, scuttling back up her tall form to rest on her shoulder. [b]"Are you sure that this is the right thing?"[/b] she asked, before shaking her head, [b]"No, you're right. The bosses wouldn't like us throwing this trash at their feet."[/b] Curling up on the Gigan's shoulder, she yawned and stretched her small wings before uttering a small, [b]"Let's go."[/b]