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[h1][center][color=C71585]Roma Bhakti[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Roma's blow to Merrywell had been struck, and though the shortsighted may balk at wasting such a golden opportunity only to isolate it to the cafeteria was folly, Roma had no intention to do more that day. Even as girls fled or were carried off, Dozens did so the ichor of Pageless staining their books. Too many and too publically for this to be swept under the rug and buried beneath the insidious weight of history. As space opened around her and the pageless numbers thinned, either being struck down or having siphoned themselves fully into Grimoires, it gave her a rare opportunity to find herself mono a mono with a Magical Girl of some considerable power. 

The smoke of Tsubasa's pipe wafted around Dynasty Queen, and for a moment she saw a lust for battle threaten to overwhelm and send the ape-themed girl into a frenzy that would have been worthy of Ozaru, but the circlet upon her crown constricted the errant rampage in the cradle and left cool eyes facing enraged but still controlled mirrors to her own. 

[color=C71585]"You say those words and you do believe them, but I would have them proven first."[/color] Came her airy reply to a Magical Girl's claim to division from their story, a distinction some held and some wished they had. But words were so petty, flimsy and flickering like embers from a candle, and could hold no more weight then air that carried them without the strength of arms to back  them. 

The Monkey King lunged. All feral grace and slashing nails but her muscles betrayed her intentions, the intention of her landing conveyed as clear as film to Moonlight Tsubasa's Eyes. The statuesque Magical Girl whirled to the side, hands passing harmlessly through her hair as she snapped her fan out and held the fullness of it between herself and the raised finger gun. At Tsubasa's side appeared the [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/903568a4-49cc-4c5d-9c51-361894999588.jpg]eldest[/url] of her Celestial Hosts, called from the trap at the mall with a thought and laying one hand upon the back of a metal fan.

Smooth gold shined brilliantly, a mirrored surface that flashed Tesni's face at her before the surface changed. The view changed in an instant as the mighty measuring stick shot forward and disappaered through the fan, only to emerge through one of the few relatively intact windows in the cafeteria. 

The pillar went clean over everyone's heads, smashing into an opposite wall like a rafter was installed far too low in the lofty room.  

[color=C71585]"You have a fondness for trying to give me the most generous of gifts, but I can not accept your staff. Please, accept these tokens of my esteem as an apology."[/color] Leaving the fan to her Host to hold she launched herself atop the pillar then sprang forward, her pipe coming in a downward side slash at the crouched Dynasty Queen just as the first of her gifts came. Gold rained unseen and unasked for, hair clips running through her auburn locks as pins stabbed though lapels and crisp white fabric. Dynasty Queen's feet were prickled, toothpicks carved in loving detail to emulate her spear struck between boot and toe to comprimise her footing. 

[color=C71585]"My generosity knows neither distance nor obstruction."[/color]

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