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[h1][color=F65772]H[/color] [i]i l a r i a[/i][/h1]  
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[color=F65772]"Oh shit waddup."[/color]

[color=888888]— Hilaria[/color]
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To many, it would be a rather strange sight to see a magical girl so casually strolling down the streets when things in Penrose had gotten so... eventful. Increased monster attacks and a rather zealous new faction joining the fray had most, if not all, magical girls in a bit of an upset. But not this one. As if it was nothing more significant than just a Tuesday, this one kept a rather bright expression in this darkness, and even hummed softly to herself as she carried along the sidewalk. 

Her appearance would have appeared innocent, albeit out of place, were it not for the fact she was stained in blood. And not all of it was red, either. Contrary to her relaxed disposition, she hadn't been slacking off since she returned. Her patron required positive emotions in order to sustain itself, and what better way to obtain those than to save people from certain death at the hands of a being they'd never known existed? At least to Hilaria, this made the most sense. She would simply kill any monsters she happened across, and since they were so prone to attack nowadays, the short time she'd spent her had proved fruitful. 

Hilaria suddenly stopped, hearing something not of the norm. 

[color=F65772]"Mm~?"[/color] she curiously glanced upwards, where the sound was coming from. [color=F65772]"Eh~? Hilaria doesn't remember that sort of thing~"[/color] she said to herself as she watched a patrol car fly through the air, alarms blaring. She found it difficult to keep up with the ever-advancing world, as most of the time days felt like minutes to her. She almost felt like she could fall asleep and it'd be the next century, unless something was there to occupy her mind. So she did have to think about whether cars were yet currently capable of flight. 

Remembering that as of yet, they weren't typically capable of such, Hilaria then came to the conclusion that probably meant something mystic was happening nearby. And, as if on cue, she began to hear gunfire nearby. [color=F65772]"Hmm~ Can Hilaria [i]save[/i] someone, I wonder~?"[/color] as if giddy at the idea of such, she found herself with an extra kick to her step. 

Since she wasn't far off from the scene, Hilaria arrived to Billy's stage in a timely manner. She took note of her surroundings, particularly the many ghouls, and saw Billy charging at... was it Armadillo? She came in from the girl's flank and a bit behind, managing to catch a glimpse of her features and recalling her from the beach, though names often did elude her.  

[color=F65772][i]Armadillo will certainly be happy if we take this guy down together![/i][/color]

Or so the armored magical girl thought. It did not take any more for motivation to rush to aid the girl, even more so now that a rather vociferous pirate girl appeared, brandishing a ship furnished with obsolete, unreliable weaponry. Or maybe she just didn't like how they ended up making heavy armor pointless. Either way, with the assistance of the obnoxious ally, she'd continue on towards her original goal of jumping to the 'rescue' of Armadillo, by meeting Obsidian William and the ghoul truck head on, were they to continue past Armadillo. If they stopped, she would provide support with her shotgun. 
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[color=turquoise]"100 percent!"[/color]

[color=888888]— Emily[/color]
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Emily had lagged behind the lich because of her attempts at contacting support for this fight, but it wasn't too hard to locate it once the sky started to change, and blatant signs of necromancer magics appearing. This lich made it very apparent that the word "subtle" was in its vocabulary. In a way that was a good thing, as it made it really difficult to lose the thing. On the other hand, she imagined she and whatever allies joined her would not make up the majority of the lich's audience. 

[color=turquoise]"..."[/color] 

She couldn't exactly rush in to a fight with a lich, could she? These things weren't just pushovers, after all. Emily understood she need to await help before committing to battle against it. That said, she couldn't twiddle her thumbs here. Sublime as it was, this melody probably wasn't just riveting -- it needed to be stopped. Gathering a ball of blue flame in one palm, she let loose a blast towards the girl, aspiring to distract her. 

[color=turquoise][i]This was just my kind of tune, too...[/i][/color]