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The transformed Aiko’s brow rose and her visage couldn’t help but take on a look of puzzlement when the small pink-haired girl bounced up and began acting like a character from some fantasy roleplaying game (not that she had much knowledge of such things, but one of her former bandmates had been a fan). 

[color=DarkGray][i]Damn… That backpack must’ve done one helluva number on ‘er brain case…[/i][/color]

For a moment, she tried to figure out just who this amnesiac girl was, before quickly deciding that it didn’t really matter.

[color=DarkGray][i]Well, whoever she is, at least she’s motivated…[/i][/color]

[color=DarkGray]“Glad to hear it!”[/color] Aiko told her smaller companion as they raced after the others. [color=DarkGray]“But I ain’t no bard!”[/color] she corrected. [color=DarkGray]“I’m a kick ass rocker, though if ya wanna call me somethin’, the name’s Nails!”[/color] Despite not using her stage name in nearly ten years, it just felt natural to go by it now.

Soon enough, the group had reached the stage at the end of the field, where both the imperiled student and his monstrous captor waited.

[color=DarkGray]“Holy shit…”[/color] she whispered as she came to a stop along with the others. [color=DarkGray]“That’s all [i]kinds[/i] of fucked up…”[/color] That sentiment was reinforced a moment later when the abomination began speaking in a warped mockery of its victim’s own voice, causing Nails’ grip on her guitar to tighten. However, before an attack could be made, the untransformed Andrew began trying to [i]talk it down…[/i] 

[color=DarkGray]“What the hell are ya doin’?!”[/color] the incredulous rocker snapped, even as she fought to keep her balance in the wake of the shockwave generated by the “cook’s” enormous backpack striking the ground. [color=DarkGray]“Ya can’t reason with a thing like [i]that![/i] ‘Sides, [i]Shinobu’s[/i] the therapist ‘ere! An goin’ to some armorer ain’t gonna help, either!”[/color] she added, turning to glare down at her pink-haired companion. [color=DarkGray]“Hell, he [i]is[/i] the…”[/color] Her voice trailed off as various pieces of information clicked into place, like notes in a melody. [color=DarkGray]“Wait…”[/color] Earth, time, music, metalworking, [i]cooking?[/i] [color=DarkGray]“Are… Are you [i]Amber?![/i]”[/color]