[B]葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)[/B]

Quiet, haggard gasps escaped the exhausted Copenhagen Star as she stumbled weakly around a corner and into the secluded alleyway, the dusty concrete path shadowed by the branches of an aging oak looming over the fence nearby. She pressed a pale hand against the red brick of a building to steady herself, taking into a deep, full breath that seemed to last an eternity. It was quite fortunate that the convenience store where the battle against the monster had occurred was so close to her residence, but it would be more optimal if she were to discard her current form somewhere away from both the other local girls and where she lived; she could not risk making her identity public so easily. The upkeep of her magical powers, particularly after the use of all her reserves for that final attack, was also something that was proving to be of great difficulty; she needed to power down before the faint whispers of her energies finally gave up the ghost on her.

"[color=54D1F1]Gotta say boss, need a way better super move. That was way too much.[/color]"

The coat-clad magical warrior ignored the tinny voice of her companion as she closed her eyes to focus. While she would have chosen to utilise the attack even without the prompting of Kanaria, it was a fact that it had been the fairy who had initially judged the course of the battle to require the intervention of the so-called 'super ove'. Thus for Kanaria to emphasise the difficult nature of the Stellar Degeneration Blast was an observation that seemed quite ... hypocritical.

"[color=54D1F1]And we didn't even get those sausage things. Ooh, can I get that more cash next time?[/color]"

[i][color=9D538E]I don't believe that it is my technique that is 'way too much'.[/color][/i]

Her thoughts did not show on her face. Instead, she opened her eyes and raised her left hand, quietly snapping her fingers.

"[color=9D538E]If you would, Kanaria.[/color]"

"[color=54D1F1]Come on boss, sausages! But [i]fiiine[/i], if you gonna ignore that, Ignite Heart, standing down![/color]"

Darkness enveloped Copenhagen Star's struggling frame, creeping upwards as everything that was a part of the magical girl dissipated into the ether, swallowed up by the shadows that wrapped around her. Katsura Hyoukyo, third-year at East Umitori High School and class representative of Class 3-G, sagged back in exhaustion as her costume disappeared, leaning back against the wall in her casual wear (in this case, jeans and a t-shirt). It was easier now that the drain was not as prominent; she could properly stand and feel her energies ... replenish.

It was not a sign that she was entirely recovering, but it was a step forward.

"[color=54D1F1]So howdya think the others are hanging?[/color]" asked her companion after a minute or two. "[color=54D1F1]That was a pretty shitty thing back there. And maybe you shouldn'tve left.[/color]"

Hyoukyo peeked out of the alleyway, looking for witnesses. Her eyes drifted across the area. There were none. Any nearby people would likely be seeking to discover what exactly had entailed at the aftermath of that Negari battle.

"[color=9D538E]Damage control will be perfectly adequate,[/color]" she replied casually (though her breath was still somewhat ragged), stepping out of the alley and into the fading sunlight. "[color=9D538E]I have faith in their capabilities. My exhausted presence would only have served as a detriment to their efforts.[/color]"

"[color=54D1F1]You mean you're slackin' off again.[/color]"

The high schooler ignored that barb. The important thing was to return home and eat. Her energy loss had left her ... famished.

"[color=9D538E]It is a more pragmatic course of action to replenish our drained energy supplies,[/color]" said the girl, beginning her slow walk back home. "[color=9D538E]Obtaining a quick snack from a vending machine or eating a meal would be a logical decision ... unless you have any objections?[/color]"

The sudden pushing of her back in a futile attempt to speed up her movement was a sign that no, there were no objections.