[center] [h1][center][color=yellow]Suzuya Kuzunoha[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center] Confusion was smothered. Lies went unheard. The distinction between Suzuya and Burning Heart melted under the flames of her scrutiny as she crouched with her legs coiled. It really didn't matter what either side said at this point, a certainty gripping her that she was in a savage land with savage people and she couldn't spare them a mercy they didn't demonstrate to each other. Dynasty Queen striking with lethal intent. Camelot turning against her allies over a complete stranger. The stranger herself wearing her fathomless nature openly on her sleeve. The sudden appearence of the Woman Behind the Curtain may have triggered a conflict if Ozma wasn't immediately acting to de-escalate the situation, trying to get all parties to back down. And...it seemed to be working. The Monkey King was backing off, though casting out enough barbs even Burning Heart felt her tails bristling. [color=yellow]"My Grimoire knows the joys of sisterhood. To hold close those you love with all your heart and share your heart in turn. I ache to feel it myself and not the echoes of what once was...yet I do not see even a shred of it outside of Tsubasa's minions. No wonder my predecessor chose to die alone rather then walk in such shameless circles!"[/color] [center] [h1][center][color=C71585]Roma Bhakti[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center] The weight of the moon itself was set to fall upon Dynsasty Queen yet Tsubasa stayed her hand, smoke drifting from parted lips in loops and whirls as she turned from the disengaging monkey to stand with a shoulder to Tesni and the other to Ozma. Though her expression was as neutral as it had been since she first arrived her eyes narrowed with interest and her chosen tools faded like beams of light smothered by a passing cloud. That, and the startled cries of her familiars as they found themselves between a credible threat and a fox girl who was gaining an incredibly skewed idea of Magical Girl culture, made it clear what her course of action would be. [color=C71585]"It seems that I shall not be finding new converts just yet, so I shall leave the monkey to her drunken ramblings. Accept this gift and my sincere hope you find enlightenment somewhere more dignified then the bottom of a gourd."[/color] The rabbit-eared girl turned fully, waving over her shoulder as she strolled towards Camelot and Ozma. A hair pin of solid but unyielding gold formed, styled in exacting detail to mirror the very measuring device that would have deigned to crush Tsubasa, appeared in Dynasty Queen's hand. Or at least, it would have been a hair pin if it wasn't shattered in two, the ends splintered as though genuine wood and digging into her hand like the barbs of a fishing hook. [color=C71585]"And Ozma, it has been far too long since I have had the company of a natural red head. My homeland is rather lacking outside certain regions, but I have had a fruitful sabattical spreading my teachings beyond these foggy shores. A shame I could not convince you to come along, but I feel I have returned for a purpose that requires considerable investment of my time and resources, so surely we will have time to reconnect."[/color] Her large, laquine ears twitched under the falling rain, the drops falling from her robes without a drop soaking in. It contrasted with the dampness soaking her long, monochromatic hair and features. [color=C71585]"And Camelot, do not despair. Though my countryman is right and the barbarians are at the gates, the light of knowledge I shall freely provide shall liberate those who wish to rise beyond eternal stagnation. Worry not for we shall meet again soon enough."[/color] There was a moment she considered addressing Lilac Shimmer, but Burning Heart's restraint looked frayed enough as it was, so the tall Magical Girl made her leave from them. The tallest and most developed of her familiar's glasped her hands, the rain around her hanging in the air like beads of glass before light flashed from her person and enveloped herself, her peers, and Tsubasa herself. And when it faded it left behind nothing but a shattered patrol and the rain of a distant pageless.