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[b][color=ed1c24]“When I said I’d see you around Camelot, this wasn’t what I had in mind, y’know?”[/color][/b]

It was disappointing. It was almost a cardinal sin to witness; Magical Girl turning on Magical Girl, sisters in arm and comradery bound by their duty wearing away at each other like they were the enemy. The sullen situation and heated hackles of tension were displaced by the light but concerned tone spoken from the newcomer. A familiar hand rested on Camelot’s shoulder as if trying to provide some shred of ease with the situation at hand. Arthur’s legacy needed naught to turn around when very few would approach the knight in this state.

[url=https://i.imgur.com/A0uiuZ1.png]Magical Girl Ozma[/url] flashed Camelot a cheery smile before removing her hand and backing off lest the blonde get the wrong idea. When she had arrived and how she slipped in without anyone’s notice was everyone’s guess but it wasn’t to be mulled over. She simply did. Her gaze swiveled to assess the situation though judging by her eyes it was doubtful she didn’t already know what was going on to a degree. Ozma had an uncanny know-how around what went on in London after all. She noted each Magical Girl individually from Dynasty Queen and Burning Heart’s desire for confrontation to Lilac Shimmer’s confusion.

And then there was Moonlight Tsubasa and her three emissaries. The Pageless scrambled away and dissipated back to the shadows where they came as soon as Ozma appeared. A deep-rooted, old magic lay in that girl and it was not something the rather meager Pageless were eager to face so suddenly with other Magical Girls around. That was fine, for there were always more Pageless to come; where there was light, there was always shadow as well. [color=ed1c24][b]“Magical Girls don’t fight each other, let alone our teammates. Though I have to wonder who it was that made this call….”[/b][/color] said Ozma, more to herself than anyone else. Once more she flicked her sights from Camelot to Dynasty Queen. It was a foolish question anyway; only the Grand Minister held influence on who was paired with who.

That could be handled later because for now…. [b][color=ed1c24]“Everyone, let’s all just keep our wits about us. Causing a fight right now in the open like this will only cause damage for the buildings and anyone who may be in them.”[/color][/b] There was of course the storm above them and the other Pageless she knew they all could sense was currently locked in combat above London. [b][color=ed1c24]“We’re Magical Girls. We help people, not make ordinary people’s lives worse,”[/color][/b] Ozma continued, still looking at both Dynasty Queen and Camelot until she turned to the root cause of all these problems.

[b][color=ed1c24]“I thought you left the Grand Ministry some time ago Moonlight Tsubasa. If you don’t mind me asking, why are you back in London?”[/color][/b] the redhead asked neutrally, raindrops petering off her witch’s hat. [color=ed1c24][b]“Whatever assumptions or questions we might all have, we can resolve them without coming at each other’s throats. Looks can be deceiving after all and we know that better than anyone when we dabble with magic.”[/b][/color]
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