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[h1][center][color=yellow]Suzuya Kuzunoha[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

The wallflower in Suzuya could see a flash of hurt across the metal limbed Teacher's face, and regret bloomed in her heart for her hostility. Perhaps she too wasn't fitting into this country and had been putting on a brave front to match the vilence and barbarism of the English? She winced uncomfortable trying to put herself in the shoes of a new teacher in this place and shook with fright, unable to consider even approaching that task without sinking so heavily into Burning Heart's mental fortification she'd be Tomoe Gozen in the flesh and nothing more. 

But the great gathering of Magical Girls clamoring for fluffy ears and introductions made for a poor space to apologize and she resolved herself to confront Valerie after classes someday. Certainly there was no time that night as it stretched on, Olivia moving on to befriend a lupine themed Magical Girl who seemed far more accepting of the idea of ear rubs then Suzuya would ever be. It seemed standing so close to Xolys was serving as an effective barrier to most social interaction. With any luck besides a few small greetings to be polite, she could-

Suzuya startled, shouldering rubbing against a mass of tentacles that were almost as horrifying as being surprised by sudden questions from felines she hadn't noticed prior. The scottish burr to her voice made Stripes stand out but Suzuya couldn't recall interacting with her. There were vague recollections of a Tiger being present on that first night in England but there hadn't been an introduction and her Grimoire hadn't formed a strong opinion either way. Still, she seemed a quiet enough sort and Suzuya appreciated a companionable silence. 

[color=yellow]"Umm, I haven't had pissa before."[/color] Suzuya said, finding the z's rolling weirdly off her tongue. She knew vaguelly it was some kind of cheesy bread dish, but her household was rather traditional in its diet. [color=yellow]"Though I like Pineapple juice, so I wouldn't mind trying it."[/color] 
 
She couldn't know how big an impact those words would have.[hr]

It was a week later and things had settled into a quiet rhythm of nearly normal schoolwork and less intensive magical girl education. Some no doubt chafed under the lack of action but both Suzuya and her Grimoire savored the peace, going so far as to make a habit of enjoying a cup of green tea on a patio regardless of weather. A little slice of tranquility and peace, moving past the horror of sleeping across from Xolys without the protection of her transformed state. It was getting to be less and less of a shock, familiarity breeding resilience. She needed it now that they were partners, the two Magical Girls working together quite nicely in both theory and practise. 

Xolys was the artillery. Suzuya the spear. Oliva the Lord- Err, Lady. They each had roles and complimented one another, and if she were honest with herself, riding on the Gentleman Horror's shoulders was the most exhilirating thing she'd ever done. Likely the closest she'd get to riding a dragon, and well worth the feeling of her skin peeling off whenever she looked away.

It seemed that she'd be experiencing that soon enough as they all gathered for an oncoming patrol, with Suzuya hoping that Ozma's presence didn't herald this one being more dangerous then the last had been. She transformed and joined her roommate / partner, fox tails waving as she jumped onto Xolys shoulder and rested one hand on what she wanted to believe constituted hair.

Her eyes panned along the thinning group making ready to depart and caught sight of stripes. With a forwardness she had yet to grasp outside her transformed state she waved to her, flames dancing behind her swishing palm to catch the eye. [color=yellow]"Did you want to get that pissa on the way back?"[/color]