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[sub]@The Rave[/sub][/center]
Askefye was having fun, but once Vi-chan took the stage, she was going to set this whole [i]world[/i] on fire!

The thrum of the synths, the scream of the guitars, the roar of the bass! Each step mesmerizing, each phrase goading, racing through her brain like a dopamine rush. She didn't even [i]have[/i] veins any longer, but who the hell cared at this rate! It was a [i]rocking[/i] rave, and as her sisters began to rampage, Askefye laughed, her voice sinister and innocent!

She laughed, and then she unleashed.

Blazing darkness plumed out from her, racing to every corner of the main hall. Immediately, the cages were burnt off, smashing into the ground and releasing the rampaging beasts within. Shadows abound, Vi-chan's form could no longer be seen, part of her magical efficacy ruined by the sudden cloak of shadows that blinded all equally. But it hardly mattered. The mental pollution was only the trigger, and now that every other dark or monstrous girl had been injured or wronged in some way, had their inhibitions removed and their cravings stoked, they could practically fuel themselves! The smoke stung the eyes, irritated the lungs, caused more to rage. A bar, filled with alcoholic drinks, exploded! The air vents, the wind magic of some less fun brethren, only fed the fire further, oxygen growing thinner and thinner as the temperature rose. What was a rave without some violence? What was a rave without some chaos?

Askefye continued to burn. She was the first to pull the trigger, but soon, others would join in, a cannibalistic nest of snakes, tearing each other apart for dominance and order, for pleasure and for madness.

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[sub][@Majoras End][/sub][/center]
There went her dance.

Had her Puchuu recommended the rave to her, knowing that it'd happen? Or was this all her and her shitty luck's fault? A wry smile crossed her features. Probably both. No crying over spilt milk, however. With a gentle twist, she broke herself free of Eliza's grasp, at the same time leaving a link of water connecting the two.

[b]"I'll cut a pat-"[/b]

Then, darkness consumed all, and fire seared all.

Fine breathed out, allowing more of her magic to course through her veins. Fine mist formed around her and Eliza, a temporary shroud to cool the area around her. The rave had essentially been plunged into a black out, only brief flashes of fire, lightning, and other energy-based magics lighting up points, but every magical girl had ways of working around such insignificant problems. For Fine, the same mist that shielded the pair from the rising heat became her method of sensing immediate dangers. One monstrous girl stumbled backwards, and suddenly found herself being flipped into the air. Another magical girl swung out with her greatsword, only to find her arm dislocated in three different ways. It was convenient, being a stranger to Penrose. The only magical girl she knew in the area was busy being a deviant elsewhere, and the only magical girl she cared about was connected to her by a blue string of magic.

Fine was fine then. Setting a quick pace that emphasized evasion and redirection rather than focused brutalization, Fine kept her eyes closed and her mind focused on her magic, as she worked to guide her not-girlfriend-but-possible-acquaintance-with-future-benefits through the rapidly imploding rave.