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[b]Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity
Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration, Third Eye | Moirai
Coercion, Soul Jar, Martial Training, True Sight, Parasite, Gifted, Awareness, Mystic Artifact

Magical Overload, Paragon, Blessing, Gifted Item | Monster Form, Big Brother, Arrogance, Vendetta
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer[/b]

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 |  VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03

STR: 10 | AGI: 08 |  VIT: 11 | MAG: 17 | LCK: 05

Earnings this post: Zilch

Total: 2 Gold, 85 Silver, 82 Bronze
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	Stanislav Petrov was once the most powerful man in the world. It was his job to decide moment to moment if the Russians would fire nuclear missles in response to a threat. He could start and end a nuclear war with the push of a button.  Despite the power he held under his finger, he was not a celebrity, politician, or anyone else that you would view as being a powerful person. What made his position interesting was that he had little controll beside nuking the world or not nuking it. Outside of that, he had little urgency in other people's lives.

	Sometimes, Tonya felt that way about her spool of thread.

	She could do so many things since she knew what the future had in store for her, for everyone. There were a lot of things she could do, from correctly guess the lottery every day to leading a perfect life. Yet here she was, serving an unspeaking, uncaring patron. Ensuring whatever was suppose to happen, did. Never challenging the higher powers,  always conforming.

	She had to follow the law of the universe.

	That was expected of all civilians.

	But especially those in law enforcement.

	Even so, Tonya's head was filled with "what if" scenarios as she turned the spool over in her hand. Well, if she did something wrong, that would probably be it for employment by her new boss. Probably best to not even think about those things.

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(And Helga Too)
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	It was noon, and Boteg had called all of the magical girls under his control to a meeting. Typically the golden dragon would remain hidden in the confines of the upper floors, but it was easier to talk about what was going on with everyone assembled, instead of via telepathic link. Fortunately, the golden trove was no stranger to big business meetings. Once upon a time, the original owners noticed that their rooms were largely rented out by business startups, corporate branches, and other such groups of people. They installed their own conference hall that they could rent out to those who needed one. Though at the moment, it was open for their use. Boteg had shape shifted into a man in a blue tuxido, but kept his head very much as it usually appeared. He was standing in front of a projection screen, and in front of him was a long table with Su, Helga, and Mika in attendance. They had all transformed, and were waiting to see what their patron was going to say.

	[color=gold]” Me thinks it would be right splendid if thou could listen to me hither.”[/color] The dragon nodded before resting his hands on the podium. His smooth human hands didn't match his scaly face. 

	Mika glanced between Helga and Su. [color=tomato]”So he's going to tell us about the terrifying one?”[/color]

	[color=peachpuff]”He's going to try.”[/color] Su folded her arms.

	[color=gold]”A time ago, there be many gold dragons like myself. We doth lived on a far off world, creating gold and treasure in peace. Making such treasures and adding to our hordes was most splendid. We did need to trade them away for important commodities, but verily that was our nature.”[/color] The dragon shooh his head. [color=gold]”I had me a family, friends... and that was when it sent the terrible shadow at us!”[/color]

	Mika sat up. [color=tomato]”Terrible shadow, what did that lo-”[/color]

	[color=gold]”A Terrible shadow from the Terrible one! It hath destroyed everything!”[/color] Boteg pounded the podium with his fist. [color=gold]”This not be the first attack, but it was the last. I had me no one left!”[/color] He groaned. [color=gold]”I flew me to this blue marble, only to find the terrible one was here too. And he hath come for me. That is why we must slay his champion!”[/color]

	[color=tomato]”But the Terrible shadow, what did it look like?”[/color] Mika pouted.

	[color=gold]”It hath a head that look like a cross between a black nipper and a sparkle swimmer.”[/color] The dragon stroked his chin. [color=gold]”Claws like... orange spinners!”[/color] He looked around frantically. [color=gold]”And toes verily be cotton suffers!”[/color]

	[color=peachpuff]”It's no use.”[/color] Su whispered. [color=peachpuff]”It's impossible to get specifics out of him. Boteg just barely understands how we think and process information.”[/color]

	[color=tomato]”Oh.”[/color] Mika looked at Boteg. [color=tomato]”Sorry big guy. That souds horrible.”[/color]

	[color=peachpuff]”But I have some leads.”[/color] Su looked at the list she made earlier. [color=peachpuff]”The terrible one's champion is either a beacon girl or Mariette. Going anywhere near Beacon right now would be a big mistake for us, so I'd like to see if we can get near Mariette.”[/color] She folded up the paper and tucked it away. [color=peachpuff]”I've been meaning to see Mariette recently anyway, Eli too. Only problem is they are quite reclusive.”[/color] She turned to Helga. [color=peachpuff]”I think you should come with me for this.”[/color]

	[color=tomato]”Does that mean I've gotta hold the fort?”[/color] Mika folded her arms.

	Su didn't look at Mika. [color=peachpuff]”It's not an ideal situation for me either. But Helga is a lot better at not drawing attention to herself. You like playing with Boteg anyway, right?”[/color]

	Mika sighed.[color=tomato]”I guess. Gives me a chance to perfect my new trick anyway.”[/color] Mika placed a pot on her lap, which had a hole towards the bottom. After fishing her tail into the hole, she picked up a flute and started to play. Only now her tail had transformed into a snake, and was rising out  of the pot in her lap.

	[color=peachpuff]”Right.”[/color] Su turned to Helga. [color=peachpuff]”Ready to go?”[/color]