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Not a single part of Dolly's body or attire was disturbed by the sudden escalation of events within the rave. With the rain pouring down upon them, however, she found it apt to produce a dark, frilled umbrella from her sleeves, popping it open and raising it high enough that both girls were under some shelter as droplets splattered all around them. The clouds above rumbled, echoes of thunder tracing bolts of lightning that had slipped away. She looked up briefly, but centered her attention upon her client immediately after.

[color=ccddee]"A few days have passed,"[/color] Dolly responded. In the distance, more destruction sounded, a warehouse collapsing. Further off, enraged monster girls spread their madness throughout the city, liberated from Beacon's attempts to contain them. It was quickly devolving into a mess. It was a good time for a field test. [color=ccddee]"Your transmission device has been prepared. The rest will come in time."[/color]

The matchbox tumbled into Dolly's palm, and she popped it open with one hand. A thin string stuck out, and if Veronica pulled at it, it was...just a piece of string. Absolutely mundane, even from the point of one's Third Eye.

[color=ccddee]"The activation sequence requires you to do three twirls on your left foot, before jumping forty centimeters up into the air and forming a cross with your arms, positioned over your head. When you land, swing your arms down to your sides and say the phrase 'Lilola laclili lolaile' and release this STRING from your hand. Your transmission tower will manifest there. Perform the same sequence in reverse to revert it back to STRING form."[/color]

Dolly blinked. Rainwater fell like small streams down her umbrella.

[color=ccddee]"Do you have any further questions or requests?"[/color]

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[sub][@BrokenPromise][/sub][/center]
[b]"You keep curious company, Su Feng," [/b]Lei Zi replied, eyes flickering briefly towards the claws and fangs jutting out from Helga's body. [b]"Try to keep her out of trouble, please."[/b]

The Ascendancy had arrived now, their blades turned upon the corrupted girls as a barrier sealed off the entire warehouse. Where there was once chaos, now there was battle, and the shrine maiden's blood boiled at the madness. The storm had come, the war was here. And though she had no qualms for the corrupted who kept themselves away from civilization, who exercised their monstrous instincts upon monsters alone, when [i]this[/i] was the result of their congregation, she could not let it stand. Lightning crackled bright, and the heat in the room continued to rise as oxygen burned into ozone. Barriers were falling, both to shield the mind and the body. Blood, seeped into fractured concrete, corpses trampled underfoot as people sought to survive, sought to escape. And still, that infernal music played, corrupting minds further.

Were the gift of the heavens, the lightning that people bottled and tamed, to be used in such manner.

No.

A thread of lightning slipped out from ruptured circuitry and struck Lei Zi's palm. It grew, transformed, turned into a wooden staff, plated with copper, twelve golden rings clinking upon the head. She turned towards Su Feng, nodding at the dragon girl to make her leave, before striking the butt of the staff against the ground.

There was a clear sound, the twinkling of star-metal.

And from Lei Zi, lightning poured out, incandescent and brilliant, yet controlled to such extent that none felt that crackling force. None, except the machinery in the room. Enchanted as they were, the loudspeakers still remained the domain of lightning, and to spark a storm so bloody, so pointless, t'was naught but sacrilege to the prosperity-sowing gods of rain and lightning. They sputtered, sparked, wiring melted and circuitry destroyed.

For the first time, the rave was bereft of song.

And in its absence, Lei Zi's staff continued to ring.

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There were more who were sane than Fine had expected, and that alone was a good enough boon. Barrages of lightning and the roar of the war machines tore through those who rose in defense of the siren, while the barriers that were erected everywhere became footholds, platforms, for them to step upon, bringing them closer and closer to the stage. Mimoku had been sending texts for the last three minutes now, Fine's phone constantly buzzing, but the magical girl paid no mind to her Puchuu Patron. There would be time for that later. For now though...

"She's going to escape," Fine said, landing upon the stage alongside Eliza. "Pursue and follow; there's probably an exit where she's headed."

Her water-aura continued to guide them, but it was with sheer physical strength and the protection of her gloves that Fine disabled the filaments with, tearing the traps out of the way before making it to the metal door. Her Skeleton Key, an old, brass key that looked like it was meant for a small lock rather than any sort of door. It wouldn't fit into any sort of keyhole, not really. But so long as there was an unlocking mechanism in place, the metal door would pop open and, without smoke or darkness encroaching upon the room, Eliza would have a straight shot for Evira once Fine stepped to the side.