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[b]“Do what you will, I just have to catch my mark.”[/b] The detective girl seemed to be much worse for wear. Her cats, on the other hand, seemed unaffected by the dread that was targeting the magical girls, and quietly followed the detective.

As the girl departed, Speedwagon suddenly became aware of something heading right for her. She quickly looked up, tracking the sight of a figure zooming over from a nearby rooftop, landing next to her with a rifle in hand. The newcomer had a small grin on her face as she hoisted the weapon up, aimed in the direction of the witches in the air, before looking over to her side at the fellow magical girl. The grin remained in place, but Alice gave a teasing wink regardless. 

[color=violet]"Nina sent me ahead to meet up with ya, since we kinda landed in an odd place location coming here. She decided ta' give the portal one more chance to get to a better spot. At any rate, you ok, Speedwagon?"[/color] Despite this girl's flirty grin and wink, Speedwagon could tell that her tone was sincere. A brief spot of relief broke through the unusual feeling of fear that was gripping her... which had come as abrupt as the feeling of hope she was experiencing.

As she recognized that, and pondered this strange warring of emotions within her, Speedwagon could hear the distinct sounds of motorcycle engines growing closer. Thirteen of them, to be exact, a rare type that were only used in one model of...

Oh. Oh Bloody hell. She knew exactly who was coming to the cathedral.

[color=silver]"I'm doing as well as I can, but things are about to get a lot worse here."[/color] She put power into her words, shouting out as loud as she could. The more who heard her words of warning, the better. [color=silver]"Everyone, look alive! The bloody 「Timberwolves」 are coming!"[/color]

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[color=00aeef]"I swear, it's like these girls [i]want[/i] to get on the news,"[/color] The Faceless Bastard said, shaking his head at the footage. Behind him, the bodies of the technicians lay on the floor of the control booth, sprawled on their sides. He was sitting in one of their rolling chairs by the console, but they weren't in any condition to object to this arrangement. Whether that referred to being on the floor, the Servant sitting in their chairs, the live broadcast being shut off, the fact that he was drinking their caramel lattes ([i][color=00aeef]not my usual thing, but nice[/color][/i])... well, that was up to interpretation. [color=00aeef]And that Chloe kid thought I was being too flashy?[/color]

He sighed. [color=00aeef]"This city's is an even bigger fucking powderkeg than I thought. No wonder Magreat chose this place."[/color] Allegedly. Allegedly speaking. But it made more and more sense for him to pick here. If anyone went too high on the radar, let alone go after him guns blazing? Not only would they be dealing with Servants of the other Fears, at least one of these 'magical girls' could swoop in and make things a whole lot messier.

The Faceless Bastard typed away on Blogger, making sure to get down the details of the clusterfuck he was getting from the local feed. Of course, as he kept using the laptop in front of him, a part of his mind couldn't help but wonder... what was it's original owner up to now?

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A black leaf blew by on the breeze, and a certain pair of eyes followed it dutifully. The black leaf drifted around for a moment in a dance of eldritch choreography, before it headed directly towards the skeleton horde. It clung to the hair of a girl they were surrounding, and remained there in plain view. Even from within the shadows of the alleyway, the message was plain to see:

[b][i]Protect this girl.[/i][/b]

So her master commanded, so she would obey.

A girl stepped out of the alleyway wearing a new mask; a blank white visage, one that obscured everything from the neck upwards save for the hackneyed grin torn into it by hand. In those hands was the sleek black form of her true weapon, an instrument of plastic and colors of five.

The Masked Massacrer rushed the mob with inhuman speed, staving in the skulls of two skeletons with her first strike, shattering a third apart on the backswing. 

[@BrokenPromise] [@Ariamis] [?]

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He shook his head. Best not waste time on that line of thought - he would probably be seeing a blog post about it before the day was out. 

While the Faceless Bastard took notes on the situation, his attention kept shifting to the dugout feed. Whether that distorted mess was something only the cameras could pick up or something everyone could see unaided, he got a bad feeling about those mangled and bloody bodies popping out of it every so often. He glanced over at the microphone on the console, and the button next to it. 

Fuck it, he'd rather risk discovery than death. He pressed down on the button, and the microphone light came on. [color=00aeef]"Hey, pay attention to what's going on in that dugout!"[/color] His voice boomed over the stadium. [color=00aeef]"Whatever the hell's going on in there, that thing looks like it's going to explode!"[/color] Or... something. He had no idea what the actual failure of that portal would mean, but 'explode' seemed like a pretty good guess. And frankly, he wasn't going to wait around for it to go off. He packed his stuff into his bag before slinging it over his shoulder, headed straight for the door.

And as he passed the technicians on the floor, one of them groaned. 

The Faceless Bastard paused for a beat. Then he turned on his heel, knelt down next to the one who groaned, and slapped him in the face. 

"Wh-what the hell?"

[color=00aeef]"Can you stand?"[/color] 

The technician blinked a few times, trying to get his bearings. His nametag read 'Barry B.' "Wh... I, I think so?"

[color=00aeef]"Help me get your friend up. We need to get out of here."[/color] The Faceless Bastard grabbed the other technician's arm. 

Barry put a hand to his head, absently rubbing where he had been slapped. "Why-"

[color=00aeef]"Bomb threat. They knocked you out, announced it over the sound system. We don't have much time to get out of here. Grab your friend's arm, drape it over your shoulder, like this. Where's your car?"[/color] 

"Uh, Lot A." 

[color=00aeef]"Well, let's get you guys there, then."[/color]

[@FamishedPants] [@Card Captor] [@Crusader Lord] [@Erode] [@Rune_Alchemist]
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As she finally arrived at the cathedral, Joanna caught the sight of Nina standing atop the roof, unleashing some sort of steel ball gun attack at the witches. She felt oddly secure seeing her there, with that righteous look upon her face and the angry confidence she exuded. 

[color=silver]"Everyone, look alive! The bloody 「Timberwolves」 are coming!"[/color]

She heard Speedwagon's voice and turned her head to look in her direction. With another [color=gold]"Zoom Jump!" she cleared the rest of the distance between her current roof and her friend. She landing not far from Speedwagon and the girl beside her, a scantily clad lady with an impressive gun in her hands. [color=gold]"Speedwagon! It's good to see you're alright."[/color]

[color=silver]"Miss Jo-star! Glad to see you made it."[/color] The two briefly hugged before the blonde pulled away, glancing up oddly at the sky. [color=silver]"Listen up, both of you, I'm going to make this quick as I can: in the next few minutes, a gang of cultists calling themselves 'The Timberwolves' are going to show up here. Their shotguns'll hurt as much as any other would, but you need to keep just as close an eye out for their swords. They so much as nick you, they'll come after you until you're either dead or they physically can't anymore. Fight them at range if you can. I'll be back soon."[/color]

[color=gold]"Where are you going?"[/color]

Speedwagon turned her head mid-stride to call over her shoulder. [color=silver]"I'm going to check on someone. I've got a bad feeling about what'll happen if I leave them be."[/color] She ran off in the direction of a rapidly departing girl with a deerstalker cap and a lot of cats. Joanna briefly found herself admiring the cat lady's choice in headwear, before turning back to glance at where Nina had been standing...

...only to watch her start falling.

And as she did, she caught a glimpse of a magical girl flying away from her perch, with what looked like a hellish grin on her face. [s][i]close one eye[/i][/s]

Joanna began gathering power once more. She pointed into the sky, making sure the riflelady followed the movement, directly towards the retreating form of that girl. [color=gold]"Stop that girl with the sleeves, I'm going to help Nina!"[/color] she said, and her power reached the golden point once more. [color=gold]"Zoom Jump!"[/color] she cried, and rocketed upwards. [color=gold][i]I hope I can make it in time...[/i][/color] 

Fear started to grip her heart, to make her doubt herself mid-flight...what if she missed? What if she'd reacted too slowly? What if Nina fell to the ground, and all she could do was watch helplessly as her neck snapped?

[color=gold][i]No![/i][/color] she thought, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7wnG-loPlY&t=7s]as the warmth of the sun pulsed through her heart[/url]. [color=gold][i]I won't let her fall![/i][/color] Channeling her power into her arm, bolstered by the light of the sun, she let it loose with a mighty roar of [color=gold]"Zoom Punch!"[/color]

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