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Charlotte was happy to see her old acquaintance had enough sense to remember not everyone was built with metal for limbs. She stretched with an audible pop in her back when Valeria finally settled down and was ready to give a piercing stare if any girl so much as made an age joke. Luckily, between those sensible enough to know who Valeria was-those being the girls who instantly assembled to attention-and those who respected Charlotte too much, there was little opportunity for one. All the same, the redhead crossed her arms and looked at the other girl with amusement and absorbed her words. [color=tomato]“Substitute teacher, eh?”[/color]

Well, it made sense. With the Pageless more rampant and ferocious than ever before it was reasonable of the school to seek out aid and employment from Magical Girls across the world. Valeria was just living proof of the Grand Ministry’s extensive influence. It was almost like fate, Charlotte mused, that she would come across two roaming Magical Girls today with their own independence. The air lit up with excitement and energy by the fireworks Valeria summoned. It left a sheen of reverence and surprise among the newer students while snapping Charlotte back to the present.

Though, one of them girls already caught Valeria’s eye it seemed. Charlotte chuckled at Valeria’s initial sentiment on Nessie. Looks could be deceiving however and no one should know that better than the gunslinging Magical Girl. [color=tomato]“We’ll just see,”[/color] she said back. By now the senior girls were departing with their own classes and tasks to do. Indeed, the line was breaking as students still needed to attend their lessons. “Woah, slow down there iron mask marauder,” Charlotte told Valeria. [color=tomato]“Some of these girls just had their first patrol. Still, a combat lesson would do wonders. I take it you already got your schedule from the Grand Minister, no? You work better at night right~?”[/color]

A flash of paper was stuffed in Valerie’a hands before she protested. It read her schedule exactly, words and inked formed by themselves on the sheet. The Grand Minister already dictated when her class would run, because surely everyone loved night classes? [color=tomato]“You can start your rotation with our patrol girls. Some of them could use a refresher too.”[/color] Charlotte clicked her heels together in what almost looked like a dancing motion before she was gone and out of sight in thin air.

The sounds of her speed were evident by the gasps that no doubt followed her appearance with their own slips of paper given to them before she reappeared beside a downed Eins. [color=tomato]“Ahem. All girls who have a slip will report to Training Facility B for their night classes with Waffenhändler. Oh yeah. Hey Eins~”[/color] Those in attendance who received a slip of paper from the Crimson Comet were of course all girls from the patrols with their leaders viable to watch the session should they so choose. However, these slips given from Charlotte were slightly different from the one that acted as the Grand Minister’s schedule to Valeria with red ink grafted over Charlotte’s version.

[color=tomato]“See you later then Val~”[/color] Charlotte said with a wave after helping Eins. The scholar was free to carry on whatever she was doing; all the girls were expected to really. But when the hour struck and the sky darkened into evening, those summoned were expected to gather in the aforementioned [url=https://i.imgur.com/AEPxlxR.png]Training Facility B[/url]. Marrywell Academy was nothing short of its expansive landscape so holding such a varied training ground, one of many, was nothing short of literal magic itself.

The training ground was, however, already filled to the brim with Valeria’s junk. Large hunks of metal and scattered about pieces that belonged to some larger machination littered the floors. Where one might call it messy, the gun girl probably found comfort in the rampant chaos of machine and oil. If nothing else it gave the night class a theme. Up high in one of the viewing areas was Charlotte. She leaned against the rail with a cat’s grin as she waited for class to start.
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