[right][color=1462ba][i][h2]Mariette[/h2][/i][/color][color=57a345][h3][i]and Eli[/i][/h3][/color][/right]

So, recruitment turned out to be infuriating. Mariette had directed them from place to place, targeting those Magical Girls that were more likely to join… but they turned out to be cowards, the lot of them. Even when explained what kind of a threat Justine von Visceral was, and that this was perhaps their best shot at matching them, the cowardly Magical Girls desperately fled to protect their immortal existences. Hypocrites. Mariette was reminded of why she had worked alone and perhaps the hopes of Victoria Reales were impossible from the get-go, even without Justine’s interference.

Despite that, looked like they got a pretty good craft on their side. Mariette nodded, minutely proud of their groups accomplishment where she stood on the brow. Now all they had to was-

“Drop your weapons! Hands in the air!”

… Mariette gave the [i]pitiful mortals[/i] the most [i]heartbreakingly condescending[/i] glance she could possibly muster. Really, she didn’t have the time nor care to deal with the likes of them.

Eli, who had just returned from briefing Libby Bibby on the situation (or as much as the girl might possibly understand) looked towards the police-officers curiously, and then half-raised her fluid harpy-wings.

[color=57a345]‘And, um, what if I don’t have hands? What do I do, then?’[/color] She asked the police, half-amused.

[color=186cc7]‘This is beneath me,’[/color] Mariette declared. A portal opened next to her, leading into the ship’s hull. [color=186cc7]‘You all deal with them. I will open a portal for the ship to-’[/color]

Mid-step, the ship lurched, and Mariette found herself thrown rather than stepping into the portal. Inside the ship, it was only because of tentacles bracing her that she didn’t hit her head hard into a wall. Then the ship spun, and more tentacles were needed to brace her impacting another wall. Mariette grunted in the pain from the G-forces, being barely more sturdy than an average human.

[color=186cc7]‘Oh, you’re serious…’[/color] For a moment, Mariette had assumed it was a cosmic joke of some kind. Amber? Is this revenge? Are you getting back at me? Did you choose now of all times to make life as difficult for me as possible?

Irritated, Mariette summoned Asengav’s mirror through a portal from an adjacent building. She needed to hold a small ritual to open a portal that big.

[color=186cc7]‘Tsk.’[/color] She poured more magic from her mana-font in, placing the mirror against the wall. The horror-agent had to let go of her stuffed bunny and let a tentacle keep it safe while she used both her hands for this. She drew the horror’s markings around the mirror with her own tentacles, while at the same time bracing herself with a few more tentacles, holding herself in place as she gathered the considerable magical power to open such a portal.

Question right now was, where would she open it and where would it go?

Opened a portal directly to Amber, small one for talking.

[color=186cc7]‘I’m going to open a portal. I trust you to be able to control this contraption well enough that I don’t need to [i]guess[/i] where I should open it?’[/color] Mariette asked, a tone of irritation in her voice.

Meanwhile, Eli was-

[color=57a345]‘W-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-waa-’[/color] … Holding on for dear life onto the railing of the ship, making her body as sticky as she could, holding onto notebooks and pens and other things inside her fluid body as she did.