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[color=778899]"Subterfuge it is then,"[/color] Amaryllis replied, nodding. Completing her inspections on her Sword, which really only made the blade more polished than before, rather than actually improving keenness and whatnot, the Knight of Rose stood up, tensing and relaxing her muscles to warm them up. There was a brief moment of confusion when Mariette poked her head through a portal, suddenly switching warehouse targets, but the Swordwielder nodded soon after. [color=778899]"The supplies they accrue for the Virtuous Pie originate from that same warehouse. And if they were to obtain supplies from there...they must also have a method of bringing those supplies to that same warehouse."[/color]

She paused, not to think, but simply for dramatic effect.

[color=778899]"Feline Mafioso, I bade you scout with utmost urgency and swiftness. The Mint doubtlessly plan on transferring our Great Elucidator off into a further location, using the same system they have in place for bringing in their pizza ingredients. As for myself..."[/color]

Amaryllis stared at the warehouse for a moment, a silent inquiry towards her Sword. It responded gleefully, pin-pricks of pain in her eyes drawing them towards certain areas before the landscape.

[color=778899]"...I shall make preparations for a distraction. Mirror Sage, if you could be so kind as to open a portal east of Warehouse Q so the distance my magic must cross may be abridged?"[/color]

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Lei Zi arched a brow, surprised that anyone would really bother approaching her. There were a dozen more laviscious girls partying out there, after all, and she had done what she could to appear unapproachable anyways. Still, something about the woman caught her eye, and that wasn't only just because she wore a kimono like thirsty e-girls did. A spark popped off, scattering against the surface of her skin. A dragon. That's what it was.

Took one to know one, after all.

[b]"I'm married,"[/b] the raven-haired woman spoke curtly. It no longer fit her finger so well, now that she had effectively shrunk, but she lifted her left hand up regardless, the lights of the rave glinting off the gold of her marriage ring. [b]"It's not a feeling. It's a certainty. Unfortunately, my god has a nose for storms and a predilection for guiding me to them."[/b] She sipped at her cup. [b]"And it's baijiu. Personal stash, just borrowed the cup."[/b]

Perhaps there wasn't any need to be so on the edge. There will be time for that later. The woman tilted her cup towards Su Fang, offering it to the dragon lady.

[b]"Lei Zi, priestess of the Venerable Tian Rong, Caller of Storms and Usherer of Spring. Unemployed though, if you don't consider missionary work as work."[/b] A flicker of a smile formed, but her eyes never truly met Su Fang's. [b]"That's one thing you got over this old lady, at least."[/b]

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Liss continued to pound down drinks of water, having not realized that the bartender did the conscientious thing and began swapping her vodka for mineral water. In due time, her bladder would absolutely murder her, but at least her liver wouldn't. Even as Ren approached her, the red-haired girl continued to make ugly sobs, snot pouring down her nostrils as she strived to cry out all the tears she had in her small body.

It was only when the older gentleman spoke up that Liss stopped. Turning, it was clear to Ren that the girl was a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face looked like it was melting, her nose was rubbed raw, and her hair stuck out at every possible angle (though considering the hairstyles of most magical girls, that may just be its normal state). She looked at the man, then at the drink, and she promptly sniffed, loudly and obnoxiously.

[b]"You,"[/b] Liss said, her voice broken and raw, [b]"Are y-you trying to pick me up?"[/b]

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Oh, this was getting her excited now. Usually, monster girl lairs just happened to have a shit ton of magical traps that usually ended up in explosions of sorts, or would be something boring and vaguely sad like a tent underneath the overpass of a freeway, but this? This was [i]almost[/i] a proper dungeon! The corners of her mouth lifted up into a smile, the very tips of her elongated canines popping out. A mechanism, connected to a meaningless-looking step, which would then serve as a button to expose the vent that lead into a doorless, windowless room. A room that could probably be filled with poisonous gases or fire or something equally nasty, the moment someone 'unrecognized' entered it, hm? Or maybe the step itself was the trigger for a trap, operating under the assumption that anyone who would use some roundabout method would obviously not possess the 'key' necessary to enter, hrm?

Once again, Myria thought about how nice it'd be to have a Skeleton Key like her senior...but then that'd make this so much more boring. Instead, the dark magical girl raised her hand up, at a height equal to her own. From her Hammerspace, a body dropped. A body of a blond girl. The flesh was missing at parts, rotted, slashed, or burnt away, to expose bone and putrid organs underneath, while fancy dress she wore hid the stitches that criss-crossed all over her. [b]"Trump,"[/b] Myria spoke, [b]"Make this quick, ok?"[/b]

From underneath the sleeves of her loose blouse, a shadow slipped out, gleefully diving through the orifices of the corpse-doll. The corpse-doll twitched, twisted, joints creaking almost to the point of breaking off as the spirit warmed itself up. The corpse-doll saluted, an action that Myria acknowledged with a nod, before shambling over behind the staircase with a facsimile of feminine grace. The step was located easily, and from there, the corpse-doll groped at it, sliding her fingers over the area with surprising delicacy, feeling for hidden mechanisms and keyholes. It'd be nice if the vent opened up so easily, wouldn't it?

Though Myria wasn't opposed to a good ol' smash and grab either.