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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc5VCu0ECSI][color=#8abbff]▶[/color][/url]  [color=#ffffff]𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.[/color][/center] 
[indent][indent][hider][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][color=#FFABEB][table][row][/row][row][cell]⌜ [i]𝐔𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧;[/i]
     [sup]上月 華蓮[/sup][/cell][cell][i]𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 ♥ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞-𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞[/i] [sub]⌟[/sub][/cell][/row][/table][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][i]𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞-𝐚-𝐝𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝-𝐮𝐩 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 — 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫-𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞-𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞! 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧! 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝![/i]

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[color=#FFABEB]ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ[/color] —
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   [url=https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/69/f6/bf/69f6bf07ffa3299a8d95b31fe709da96.jpg?b=t] [color=#8abbff]> Costumed[/color][/url] ... [i]with dark tights.[/i]

[color=#FFABEB]ᴍᴀɴᴀ ᴄʀʏꜱᴛᴀʟ[/color] — 
    Information interweaving and infinitesimal — a bite-sized crystal invisible to the human eye. Its power hidden in the datal dimension of [b]ᴋᴀʀᴇɴ'ꜱ[/b] phone. Her mana crystal, when dormant, is a [color=#FFABEB].WAV file[/color] nestled in the ‘Music’ app among an eclectic library: 80’s city and synthpop; acid jazz; math rock from further East; hardcore punk from the West. Activated, the mana crystal runs magic through her headphones to form the [color=#FFABEB]signature headpiece[/color] of her magical girl costume; a [color=#FFABEB]walkman-esque[/color] device studded fairy kei-style hangs from her waist. 
    That elusive power presents itself to her, after so long. All she has to do is hit [i][color=#FFABEB]play.[/color][/i] 

[color=#FFABEB]ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇ[/color] — 
   [color=#FFABEB] [i][b]Justice[/b][/i][/color]; impartiality, equity, balance, [i]honor.[/i] It means a lot of weighted things to [b]ᴋᴀʀᴇɴ[/b] at this point of her life, many of which she was denied in her “career.” Maybe justice is a response, she’s thinking — because if someone commits an injustice, there ought to be a karmic response. Always. Because the world would be less of a mess if people were held accountable for their actions, and she holds to this more than ever with quiet, impassioned resolve.

[color=#FFABEB]ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ[/color] —   [i][b]Lapins dans la lune[/b][/i] . 
[indent][indent][indent][sup]The Lord Rabbit was sent down from the moon by its goddess to save the people of Earth from a deadly plague. It pounded elixirs with its special mallet. Then, it transformed into a young woman, giving to those in need across the city.[/sup]

Karen, alias [i]Cherry Bonne-Bonne,[/i] has increased vitality, senses, and leg strength benefiting her patron, the 'rabbit in the moon.' A subconscious rhythm thrums in her ears during combat, pacing her attacks if she concentrates, thereby filling some holes in her negligibly combat prowess.[/indent][/indent][/indent][table][row][/row][row][cell][color=#FFABEB][i][b]Side A[/b][/i] — Mirrors summon, hover, where she commands.[/color] 

        [sup]✦ Have a max height of her own, a minimum height of the average hand mirror. 
        ✦ Are physical constructs; they are ostensibly glass with a sharp outer edge.
        ✦ Can reflect magical attacks though only through active command.[/sup][/cell]
[cell][color=#FFABEB][i][b]Side B[/b][/i] — Swaps people, objects, or other entities if they are of similar mass.[/color]

      [sup]✦ Occurs within line of sight. 
        ✦ Ease of swapping depends on distance away and overall mass. 
        ✦ Position-swapping will be exact so momentum is maintained if its present.[/sup][/cell]
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    [b]ᴋᴀʀᴇɴ[/b] could have considered herself an ordinary, if talented, teenage girl; a multi-instrumentalist and aspiring songwriter from a low-income family: a much younger brother; a single, busy, working mother scraping together what she could for the both of them. She wanted to make them proud. So she salvaged the courage to perform at a young talent convention — lost, but won the heart of an onlooking producer who approached her with a lifetime opportunity: a music career. 

    Once, “[b]ᴄᴇʀɪꜱ[/b]" of junior idol troupe, [i]mi-Amour,[/i] appeared on real-life, genuine television before everyone in Kaigo: her mother, her brother, her father somewhere far away. She was on the precipice of her dream; patently the most popular among twenty-something, bright-eyed little girls with her own niche and guitar literacy to boot. From interview to public appearance, there was a patent potential brimming underneath that nervous smile. But it was exactly that they were pimping, too. It took a year or so for Karen to realize what she was enduring so much backstage for was, simply put, a pipe dream. A vacant promise. She was something for her manager to use, for the public to masticate and spit out — and controversy, they ate it up. The irony of what poor [b]ᴄᴇʀɪꜱ[/b], the "cute one", was being made to do, as expounded on in an "anonymous" tip-off to law enforcement, was not lost. 

     [i]Life For mi-Amour,[/i] their documentary, would not enter filming. Their upcoming tour was cancelled. And that was all she wrote. 

     Of course, nowadays, the Kaigo City idol scene seems impractical with the rise of J-Rock and international acts imported from the West. Just three years later, the talent-scouting series and its fruits, [i]mi-Amour,[/i] have both vanished from popular furor. Any fond remembrance is plastered in hastily-removed remnants on subway cars and amongst the back aisles of seedy convenience stores. Sometimes it seems like [b]ᴋᴀʀᴇɴ[/b] is the only one actively living with the memory. As if she could return to an ordinary life; as if she could focus on grades and other mundanities, or sleep, or pick up a guitar ever, ever, again. Pulled out of school on "medical leave," she has been isolated, tossing, turning, mulling over something in her mind for a long time. About power, mainly, and where it comes from; the Keeper might have been attracted to that. And while [b]ᴋᴀʀᴇɴ[/b] doesn't appreciate them answering the question for her — "Power come from virtue!" — she does see something different in [i]this[/i] contract. A purpose. Payoff. Because there are other little girls like [b]ᴄᴇʀɪꜱ[/b] in Kaigo City, suffering in silence. What they need is an [b]idol[/b] .
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