Lonewolf685

Kurai Majokko

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Roche had thought to give Nyxia an out and not look like someone who had just admitted to her she had no social life, but the bombast of the Laser Queen was not dampened in the slightest and turned it around on her. The track star would have sighed at finding herself made to look the villain and wondered why she took on this role from Rei if it only alienated her from people she should be more sociable with. She paused in her steps, about to turn and reply when the smell of blood washed over her and she staggered under the force of Oros the Joyfull's attack.

A tendril, wet and rubbery, smothered the scream of primal terror at the violation of hands running across toned skin, skirting under her shirt and skipping over her sports bra. Then came a rush of cold that shook her bone deep as her emblem was taken. Just like that Oros had gone too far, but while a transformed Magical Girl would still have some power left, she'd have no means of transforming at all and it showed as she couldn't budge the other Dark Girl.

Already she could feel her control slipping, the anger and disgust bleeding away like mud under the spout of a warm shower. The insidious allure was impossible to resist because it was simply so much easier to go with that current, pulled into bliss as Oros held her close.

But Roche was the Rule Keeper, not some Light Girl blindsided by someone they'd never have known or expected to be attacked from. And with the constant stream of lurid topics and desires that Suki spilled to them, it hadn't taken long Roche to conceive a means of working with her influence.

The tanned beauty with her jacket open tittered, a soft, airy exhalation as she nuzzled the tendril now running across her color bone and leaned into the chest of the Magical Girl who was making the mountain crumble.

Said mountain then clamped both hands over Suki's rear, the smack ringing down the street as her nails dug covetously, every muscle clenching to claim more of that succulent rump and pull her into a searing kiss. The magma that Suki had so readily stirred was erupting as Roche plunged into the compulsion, caring nothing for the audience as her tongue twined with her paramours and drank greedily of that copper tasting well.

Suki had wished for an exhibitionist and she had gotten one of a more aggressive variety than she had expected, with Roche sliding her knee forward to split Oros' own and draw her along the bare thigh. The kiss would end with a bridge of saliva still connecting them and a sharp bite to Suki's lip as Roche's eyes burned with passion.

"There's not enough of you here to share with the others when I'm done with you, Suki-Chan~" She purred the word, nails clenching in a white knuckled grasp of the maiden's rear, "But let's still go so I can see how comfy your futon is~"

Kurai Majokko

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"Perish the thought. We're not paying for it, after all." Roche replied to her still acerbic partner, finding the vulgarity lacked the heat of mania it had when the night began. Expecting Nyxia to drop it entirely was simply asking too much, but as Dark Magical Girls they had plenty of time to work on it as a club.

Steadily the Detention Club returned and Roche found herself smiling as Red climbed atop the lamp post, ever the creature of habit. Gossip and rancor preceded Suki and Tsubomi making their way down the sidewalk, their talk of ships as amusing as it was exasperating. The feeling of community washed over Roche and she exhaled, a flutter in her chest as things settled into place.

Her brow twitched as she heard the latest perversion of her title and Roche leveled a glare at the perverse Magical Girl as reality reminded her it had ample annoyances to offer.

"As nice an offer as that is, we wouldn't expect you to cook for all of us, let alone having enough time before sunrise. Hey Nyxia, how about we go to the barbecue place you mentioned to me earlier?"

With her hands stuffed into her wind breaker's pockets she texted her partner an address of a nearby place she recalled be of hearty fair. Of course she had everyone's numbers, being the code keeper required knowing the contact information of her fellow members in case they went missing on a patrol. While Miseria weren't a threat in small numbers, they operated in pairs for a reason.

"Yeah, Suki, I'm ready to go. All the time, actually. Need your bed shaken up after the meal?" She fired back, putting an exaggerated sway in her step as she turned to began the walk to their hopeful dining destination. "Don't go looking to climb a mountain if you aren't prepared to be crushed beneath it."

Kurai Majokko

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Roche had to wonder if Red knew about Nyxia's goal ahead of time as it was a lofty goal even by the standards of both Light and Dark magical girls. Still her composure didn't crack and her hand didn't even tense as it remained clasping the Laser Magical Girl's hand, letting the words wash over her.

"Time travel. Well then, it looks like you'll need some help getting there....but more importantly, you'll need to make some happy memories." Roche turned aside, standing in profile to Nyxia before coaxing her to follow her out to the street with a soft tug.

"When you see him again, you can tell him about how happy you are. The adventures you've had. The friends you made. That way, when you meet again, he won't ever have to worry about your happiness again. Maybe it's just me, but if I could see my father again, I wouldn't want him to see anything but tears of happiness."

The street was bright and empty, the glare of streetlights striking in contrast to the dark of the Miseria strewn alleyway. The track captain palmed her phone, skimming over the messages and letting out a snicker at the antics of the rowdy bunch that went chasing after the new girl. Satisfied the night's activities were winding down, she stuffed it back into her jacket and graced Nyxia with a toothy smirk.

"So let's go enjoy some free food and see if tonight will make a good story for Kaito."

Kurai Majokko

@Ponn

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Were this exercise purely for the sake of seeing Nyxia shattered as a person, there would have been nothing short of naked, intoxicated revelry on Earthshaker's face. And if Nyxia was still of the Light, then there indeed have been such indulgence.

But the girl breaking down before her was her kin in darkness, and more than that, she was Earthshaker's partner.

Coming down to a knee before her, a tanned hand reached out and cupped the nape of her neck. With a steady pull Nyxia would find face set against the Rule Keeper's shoulder, her bare skin warm to the touch as the shade of her cloak hid Nyxia's anguished face from the world around them. Yet warmer still was the barrel of the Obliterator now pressed between them. It hung there by the pressure of their embrace alone as both arms enveloped the Laser Magical Girl fully.

"Never again will anyone take him from you." She whispered the words with a tremor of the emotion beneath her stolid exterior. The barest quiver of black rage thrumming through every muscle and shaking her bones. "But I ask you to think bigger. What good is killing mindless monsters who know neither joy nor despair? Is the flicker of catharsis all you want...or will you take this power, and do what you couldn't before and Kaito no longer can?"

"This world cares nothing for us. Every life lost is a meaningless statistic. So we must come together, and bend this wretched place into something worth living in." Her arms loosened and Roche tilted her head back, letting the hood fall away as the dwindling moonlight danced across bone-white locks. "Live. Live as only we can, for the happiness that those whose loss broke us no longer can. So you can look down from the mountain you could never even allow yourself to dream of climbing and see his smile in the clouds below you."

Earthshaker was standing then, the warmth of her arms a fading memory as she extended a hand towards the Neon Tempest. The lighting shifted as the cloak melted away and a familiar face in track garb stared down at her with a slight, ephemeral smile.

"Let me show you that world."

Kurai Majokko

This is some popcorn-worthy shit. Don't need to watch Oppenheimer when I can just continue to read Neonshaker on the drip feed.

@ERode

Their partnership in a nutshell.

Kurai Majokko

@Ponn

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Earthshaker realized the magnitude of her actions shortly after a heel crashed into her unguarded loins, bucking the unprepared Magical Girl off Nyxia. Her power could do nothing to blunt the flash of pain and Roche's eyes narrowed as she staggered back onto her feet, only to scream out as searing light burned more than her retinas. Skin blistered and burned, the barrage weaker than what the Obliterator itself could offer but still a potent hazard to her health.

A more reasonable Magical Girl would see they'd overstepped and try to de-escalate, and even the twisted Dark Magical Girls would feel some empathy for the raw grief radiating from Nyxia.

Roche did not get to position as Rei's enforcer by being reasonable.

"Are. You. Finished?" As the blisters burned deeper into her skin Roche needed only to reach back, pulling the shield from her back and interposing it between them. Light danced wildly in every direction, gouging the alley walls and sending streaks into the sky as the surface had no issue absorbing the screams. Then it pulsed, returning the energy in a concentrated blast to propel Nyxia hurtling away and into the scattered remnants of the Miseria that still lingered at the ambush site.

The shamanistic Magical Girl held the laser before her, an unsubtle suggestion that further light shows will be taken right against it's barrel as the shield settled along her arm. "Listen, or the next attack I do will shatter this toy."

Someone utterly unyielding against a deranged soul who couldn't be swayed. Roche would have smiled at how perfect they were for each other if her face wasn't as raw as Nyxia's throat must have felt after screaming all those lasers.

"One more step, curse, or laser and this memento of yours is scrap." Earthshaker said, her hand along the barrel tightening as the lines across her skin flashed with barely restrained power. "So tell me...what does this mean to you? Who is he?"

Kurai Majokko

Hmm, so what Nyxia is saying is that she wants her Emblem blasted off into the sky like Team Rocket?

Well I can't give her what she wants, so Earthshaker needs to find a happy middle ground...which is to say, how can she get what she wants without conceding anything. Negotiations are for people without a neurotic compulsion to never yield to the whims of those not above her.

Fufufufu.

Kurai Majokko

@Ponn
It’s a darn shame that Nyxia’s weapon is also her Emblem or those punches and lasers would actually have force behind them.

Kurai Majokko

Earthshaker: "I am only hurting you because I CARE. So go fight those Miseria bare handed and we'll see if you can have your Emblem/Devil Arm back."

Kurai Majokko

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"Understood, Schrade." Earthshaker nodded towards the club president, as unlike her out of control partner, she had enough self awareness to not just ignore the aura of certain demise that radiated from their resident undertaker. That was a level of delusion that stern words and condemnation wouldn't address, so Earthshaker was forced to live up to her name in a burst of violence.

Once the others had turned to the pursuit of Miseria or the chase for the Light Girls that so vexed their club, Earthshaker vented her charged power in a burst of speed towards Nyxia. Her hand curled into the claw of an avian, spread wide as it took under Nyxia under the chin and swept her off her feet as she bounded off the rooftop and struck the monster splattered alley in a crouch that saw the laser obsessed girl indented into sundered concrete.

Her other hand closed over the barrel of the Omega Obliterator and prepared to counter its inevitable petulant firing. With a cold fury smoldering in her eyes she crouched over her 'partner', letting her hood cast her face into a shadowy aspect.

"No camaraderie and no respect for power. Without one or the other, you're just a mad dog, worse than any Light Girl, and in this town we are used to putting down beasts." The tribal Magical Girl ground the words out, enunciating the syllables with a creeping intensification of her grip on Nyxia's throat.

"I see it in you. That empty ache in your chest that you think to fill with buckets of blood and the heat of your death rays. Let me be clear; Whatever your dreams are, I will break them down and feed you their ashes till you learn to behave. I will wring every drop of power you've claimed in the night as payment for the headaches I endure listening to the filth coming from your lips, and you will starve here in a gutter till you learn some manners."

To make good on that promise the shamanistic Magical Girl planted a knee squarely on Nyxia's chest, finding it was indeed an armored leotard. Yet her focus was not on the girl, but instead releasing her neck to instead move to wrench away the Omega Obliterator entirely from Nyxia's hands. The dangers of having an Emblem that was also your weapon were twofold, and Roche was making no secret of how she wished to see Nyxia humbled.

"But I'm a fair partner. You can keep the energy you've claimed tonight. You just have to make good on your boasts and kill twenty Miseria as you said....without this toy ray gun of yours."