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[center][color=Aquamarine] I try not to overthink stupid shit.[/color]
[color=888888]-Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow[/color][/center]

Nyxia continued her leisurely stroll amongst the flowers, heedless of her partner’s presence, until the shop’s owner began preparing to lock up. With a resigned sigh, the Neon Tempest followed the woman out of the shop, giving one last wistful look at her beloved flowers before stepping through the door. As she stood next to the elderly woman who owned the shop, Nyxia idly wondered if [i]this[/i] was in fact the dragon girl they were seeking, before dismissing that possibility as unimportant. Others had pondered at length over the possibility of adult women becoming magical girls, along with the apparently highly divisive topic of magical [i]boys[/i], noting popular theories of how magical women might be powerful enough to hide their presence from lesser, teenaged magicals, or that they actually took on teenaged forms themselves. Talk would then inevitably turn to what would happen if a teenaged magical girl simply got older. Would she just stop physically aging, making a magical girl virtually immortal, unless killed by a monster or fellow magical (the most common assumption by far), or would she lose her powers once a certain age had been reached (or [i]keep[/i] her powers and just age normally)? Aside from the club’s mysterious advisor (who claimed to be a veteran magical woman, but was more enigmatic than even Rei), no one had ever encountered anyone who could truly be called a genuine magical woman, and so the mystery persisted.

Regardless, Nyxia was utterly unconcerned with such things. Indeed, aside from killing enough Miseria to bring her brother back, she really didn’t care about much of [i]anything[/i], or any[i]one.[/i] She held no love for her fellow dark magical girls, yet also felt no hatred towards those “still in the light”. Therefore, while the old woman before her might have been their target, even if she was, and regardless of whether she was Light or Dark, the Neon Tempest’s response would be unchanged. She would simply tell her that there was a disgusting pervert nearby who wanted to be dominated by her, and she was just here to watch the ensuing curb stomp. Yet, all-too-quickly, that possibility disintegrated like a Miseria’s remains on the wind as she watched Suki leap from a nearby rooftop, transform into Oros the Joyful, and skate off towards the nearby forest on a trail of blood, having apparently found the “actual” dragon girl. Predictably, she was shouting about it in a wild frenzy that was impossible to miss.

[color=Aquamarine][i]What a pathetic loser…[/i][/color]

[color=Aquamarine]“I guess we should follow her, huh?”[/color] Nyxia inquired of her partner as she stretched herself out. The Neon Tempest was pretty sure Suki was the fastest among them, especially when it came to chasing girls, but Nyxia didn’t want to outpace the blood witch, merely arrive in time to hopefully watch dragon girl kick her needy ass…