[center][h1]The Crying Game[/h1] [@Card Captor][@Ariamis][/center] And then… Silence. The bittersweet peace of a haunted battlefield was only pierced by the faintest of wails of tiny mourning creatures, having assisted with horror what was the death of their favorite entertainer. Corpses grew cold, as girls were depowered and a young boy searched frantically for an exit, fed with conflict. Mother stared at daughter. Daughter stared at mother. Yui had sheltered the worst bits of the carnage, but Ai had seen enough. She was somewhat shaken and aghast. “I’ve had enough…” The beauty snarled, memories of a past life, a harsher life resurfacing. But even she, was stopped short. Amidst them all, a [url=https://safebooru.org//samples/2874/sample_12da66e5a7dae6a483618f616023bf6d6964aba4.jpg?2993522]new figure[/url] appeared. Silver haired, blue-eyed. It had been a mere curiosity at first, despite the ongoing battle against the horror. Umukamui could not field more effectives and interference was tricky, so all the puchuu could do was sit, wait and plot. Such as a calculated example of goodwill. Those Beacon types loved compliance by using these methods of keeping a family safe. Umukamui never imagined they would be taken to the Overcity by a trio of horror servants. But where there was strife, there was opportunity. He had learnt that much. “Landlady!” said Ai, recognizing the figure that not long before had brought grave news before the Yamamotos. That ice-cold woman had delivered severe blows, with the death of the father of the house, Sakura, and the acknowledgement that now the flat belonged to her ilk. “As if things could not get…any better.” Yui said, her face scrunched up in disgust, as she eyed the woman who, not a minute before had appeared out of thin air. [b]“The exit is around that way… Butterfly shop, If I am not mistaken. Tell them I sent you.”[/b] She pointed, as she eyed both the Yamamotos, and the fleeing Alexander. They didn’t waste a second thought, running away on quick feet. Eyeing Lily, the straightforward one, who had quite never been hostile at any of his forms, he brushed her hair as Alexander flew past. A good addition to the team, she would have been, had she not left midway to the struggle. And now... Umukamui could feel no patron enforcing this girl. [b]“Open for recruiting huh.”[/b] Kamy said to herself, noting to extend a decent offer to the now patronless girl for services rendered. A card with a phone number materialized in Lily’s pocket. “Thank you, landlady!” Ai said, as she was hushed away by her own mother, being dragged away from the madness. [i]Another potential[/i] Umukamui noted. Recruiting a sizeable force was an act of balancing. Her father turned magical girl would be peculiarly…incompatible with this kind of recruiting. It was then when Kamy noticed something else. The last of these three girls had awoken, and was crying softly, hugging herself to the remains of her old comrades. Pebbles wobbled up and down as her powers misfired, and she still had a terrible case of electrically combed hair. [sub]“Gone…they’re gone….uhhhuhuuhhuuu”[/sub] Tenebra babbled as she rocked back and forth, failing to notice anyone else in the vicinity. Not even Alexander. Not even Lily. Not even the Fairies and not even Umukamui. [sub]“I…don’t wanna do…it…anymore…”[/sub] She said, as she twitched. Dark claws of her eldritch master digging deep down in her mind, in her psyche. [sub]“I…wanna…die…”[/sub] She wailed. Kamy tilted her head, as she focused. [b]“Star Eater… we meet… [i]again[/i]. The dances of karma spin many threads indeed.”[/b] The Puchuu turned woman spoke, to no one in particular.[b] “Yes, yes… but how about leasing me the this one for the time being?”[/b] Umukamui said. [b]“It’s not like you expect to gain much, your power was cut to one third in this city.”[/b] Kamy said, eyeing the gravity girl. The dark thrumming ceased, as the mark of the horror left the girl’s body, leaving the silver haired girl dazed. Her eyes finally noticed the form of Kamy. Silver hair. Blue eyes. Same as Tenebra's. The mind under duress worked. She jumped to conclusions. “Mom! You’re back! It was so scary, scary! Everyone is dead! That zapping girl killed them! And the dark voices would not stoppp!” She bawled, her response prompt as she buried herself into Kamy’s bosom. Umukamui was a level headed creature. An alien of unfathomable whims and reasons. But even him… sometimes had peculiar, more relatable reactions. Shock, for starters. Followed by anger. [b][i]You’re soiling my best human female simulacrum with your body fluids you loud, spitting, mewling human larva![/i].[/b] Still, as if by trained by a reflex, her hand went to comfort the extremely confused girl as she kept mourning. [b]“It will be okay. “ [/b]Kamy cooed. Soft words worked wonders when it came to herding confused young human larvae. [b]“I am here. I won’t abandon you.”[/b] She said. [b]“Now please make a contract with me and become a magical girl.”[/b] She added with aplomb. [hr] [center][h3]The streets, admiring the Rocky Mountains and the Great Canyon[/h3] [@BrokenPromise][@DarkwolfX37] [/center] Jimmy looked at the parcel that the other girl handed her. What were these, casino coin chips? He couldn’t make sense of half of the magical girl minds sometimes, but he accepted all that was given so… he took the reward to himself. Jimmy then smirked, addressing Tetrad. [color=f6989d][sub]“Fine… you drive… a hard…bargain…”[/sub][/color] He acquiesced without too much fight, as he summoned his willpower to stand upright. The fact that Tetrad had decided to show her back to him was a sight to sore eyes. Or limbs. Or broken teeth. [color=f6989d]“It's Kingqueen34, not 69! 34!” [/color] He corrected. And the Grand Succubus Herald made himself scarce. [hr] [center][h1]Sakura & Shoggy[/h1] [@BrokenPromise][@Ponn][@Ariamis][@FamishedPants][/center] Sakura stood still, as she watched her ally go. Relentlessly rolling. Zapping. Fighting. Winning. Even despite the last desperate sword attack. [b]“NANIIII??!!!!”[/b] She shrieked, a high pitched squeal that added to her disbelief, and then looked at Emily. “…Is Shoggy a Banchou or something!? Can I become boss at this rate?” She sputtered at the spectacle, wondering what in the hell was the deal with the shifty rat. If she had just pulled a magical girl who could stomp horrors while being one herself, what was next, [i]interdimensional pocket bags[/i] that released [i]Shinigami[/i] on [i][b]flaming motorbikes[/b][/i]? “Tell me you saw that, Emily. Tell me. For my sanity’s sake.” She couldn’t completely believe. It was somewhat sad the not-beast had carried itself while looking at Faith, but the disco rolling doom jello seemed to be the highlight in Sakura’s mind, so- “Fuck, Emily! Evade!” She said as Shoggy, bereft of a target, engaged the group at cruise speed and... ...just kind of stopped short before the two. And began to tremble and shudder, making some awful squelching sounds. As if it was to give a giant, eldritch sneeze. The pulsating creature then... expelled the form of the monstergirl once more, while the remaining carcass of the ooze that should not be evapored into tar-like ichor. Shoggy...now being whole herself again, blinked twice, and tilted her head. "Where is the doggy?" She asked in confusion. Sakura facepalmed heavily. "Dead." And then she pointed to the obvious. All transformations had a toll. And Shoggy was particularly jarring. And horrifying. "Get some fucking clothes." Sakura said, pointing at the monstergirl's naked form, before trying her best to summon whatever pitiful magical juice she had to manifest a pretty blanket to cover the naked horror girl.