Justice girl is on her way! [sub]I see those two characters each. I see you.[/sub]

[hider=🐰🎵🍒][color=#FFDAF7]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/C25YwMn.gif[/img]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc5VCu0ECSI][color=#8abbff]▶[/color][/url] | ———————————————————— | 
[sup][i]Chloroform — Phoenix[/i][/sup][/center] [indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][color=#FFABEB][i]𝐔𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧;[/i]
     [sup]𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞-𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞[/sup][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[color=#FFABEB]ᴀɢᴇ[/color] — Just turned [color=#FFABEB]17[/color];
 
[color=#FFABEB]ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ[/color] —
   [url=https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/a4/c3/24/a4c32480280c8b5d5d09c81b390ceb33.jpg][color=#8abbff]> Civilian[/color][/url]
   [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’s been 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 transformed into a young woman to give to those in need across the city.[/sup][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[list]
[*] [color=#FFABEB][i][b] Au clair de la lune [/b][/i] — Mirrors summon, hover, where she commands.[/color] 
        ✦ 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.
[*] [color=#FFABEB][i][b] La justice descend! [/b][/i] — A bedazzled toy gavel manifests in her hand.[/color]
        ✦ Has a summoning process; she has to stand still and focus. 
        ✦ Hits like a magical weapon but only against those thought “impure” to the Keepers. 
[*] [color=#FFABEB][i][b] Oeil pour oeil [/b][/i] — Swaps people, objects, or other entities if they are of similar mass.[/color]
        ✦ 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. 
[/list]
[color=#FFABEB]ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ[/color] — 
    In short, she’s been here before: offered, apparently out of admiration, something of a pipe dream, picturesque and permanent and perfect, a convenient contract with one condition, [i]just[/i] one. Though what this Keeper is saying, it’s different this time. 

     Once, [b]ᴋᴀʀᴇɴ[/b] was an ordinary, if talented, teenage girl. She found her voice as a twelve-year-old, 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. Worked hard, then salvaged the courage to perform at a young talent convention — lost, but won the heart of an onlooking manager who approached her with a lifetime opportunity: a music career. 

    Once, “[b]ᴄᴇʀɪꜱ[/b]," the "cute one" of a three-part junior idol group, appeared on real-life, genuine television for her family to watch. She was on the precipice of her dream, to be an artist, and found her true best friends onstage. All she needed was to sacrifice her time and her family for a schedule choked with public appearances, practices, and televised interviews. If she sacrificed herself, and sold herself, in those unspeakable ways she's sick to death of describing. Then, [b]ᴜᴇᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ[/b] really found her voice. She blew the whistle and ruined everything, exposed the pipe dream for what it was, so that she and her friends fell into obscurity, free, muted. They would never be musicians without a manager, and their manager was behind bars. 

   Now, [b]ᴜᴇᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ[/b] is expected to return to her ordinary life. Despite how she can’t sleep. Despite how she isn’t songwriting anymore. What happened to that imaginative girl, a prodigy who excelled at her schoolwork — her grades dropped with her focus, and she’s had to be pulled out of school on “medical leave.” She’s been tossing, turning, mulling something in her mind for a long time; the Keeper is the only one who’s been able to rouse her with a call to action, a purpose. Because there are others in Kami City suffering silently like her and her old friends in this city. What they need is an [b]idol[/b] — that’s what she needs to be. 
[hr][center][color=#FFABEB][sup][b]Would I long for you?  /  Is it up to you?[/b][/sup][/color][/center][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[/color][/hider]
[@NiceSpice][@LuckyBlackCat] Ready! Lmk if there's anything to change