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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]

As droll as it was to return to the scene of her crime there was a certain justice to be savored in having the only teacher she'd found respect for bringing her there. A flicker of righteousness rewarded for putting everything on the line to see an injustice righted. In a sense it was exactly the reaction she wanted, thus she had fallen upon her proverbial sword and cast herself upon the mercy of freshly bloodied and battered Magical Girls. 

Never had Merrywell known such a blow and, if there was any goodness in the world, it would never again. Yet Roma's head was unbowed as she was brought in Valeria's grasp, a prisoner but an unrepentant one. Even as Olivia approached her and returned the golden rose, a soft shimmer of dream-like blue wafting from the petals as it found itself pressed between the layers of her vestaments. Tsubasa's expression was inscrutable, the stuff of carved marble that could not express the tremor of remorse that her actions where neccesitated in the first place. 

[color=C71585]"Where I to have met two souls as noble as yours when I first returned to this sunless land I may well have abandoned my plans entirely."[/color] The words met Olivia's back, the Magical Girl already departing to the embrace of her paramour and the other Magical Girls. But for all the wishes she may have held for things to have been simple and clean, there was no sanctuary to be found as a melody of calm poured across the courtyard. 

[color=C71585]"But the cause of my crimes now stands before us."[/color] Alas the venom she longed to convey never reached her tongue, voice still placid as a lake on a windless day whilst the target of all her enmity met her face to face. There was no flush of rage or mounting horror, meerly an imposed serenity as the black and white rabbit girl stored unblinking into the eyes of the Grand Minister. Their foreheads met in an almost fond embrace and had she the range of motion her ears would have wrung Lillian's neck like a sodden rag. 

[color=C71585]"My light has never wavered, merely revealed to me the absense of your own, Merlin the Charlatan. Merlin the Incubus. Merlin the Maker of Kings. The Witness to eternity's passing and the dust of dreams."[/color] 

To be held so tenderly by the very pinnacle of injustice she fought against had a dark revulsion churn in her gut. The flicker of movement as the inevitable happened almost seemed a welcome end.

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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 biggest surprise upon returning to Merrywell after her dead sprint across the rooftops was that the perpetrator was right there and no one seemed hostile. The spirit of her Grimoire had rather grim views of traitors, but Moonlight Tsubasa was already captured. Logically a prisoner was kept for ransom, information, or to await punishment, but this was still the heat of the moment and as she sailed over the walls of Merrywell, there was the expectation of greater hostility still persisting. 

[color=yellow][i]Oh, sometimes I hate to be right.[/i][/color] Vixen and Grimoire were of mirrored thoughts as a fellow beastly Magical Girl broke ranks with a howl, bloodlust radiating from her in a corona of magic as she sprinted near horizontally to plunge her blade into the captive Celestial. How she hoped to achieve anything with both the Grand Minister and Valeria already holding Tsubasa eluded her but she would not stand idle and find out. 

With a leap Suzuya closed the distance and rolled in the air, her tails bristling with steel before flinging the long poles of blazing yari into the ground. The tri bladed spears skewered the earth behind her in a line of imposing flame, a wall at her back as the fox barred her path with both hands open, palms raised to Lupin. When she spoke it was not with the voice of a frail wall flower, but the commanding tone of a warrior mother radiating disapproval at an unruly child. [color=yellow]"You will lower your blade before you shame yourself any further!"[/color]

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[color=yellow]"I can't believe I said that!"[/color] A thoroughly mortified and untransformed Suzuya bleeted as she staggered into her dorm, exhausted emotionally and horrified with her actions. She clutched at her chest, feeling her heart race as she slumped against the door...and found the curious sight of Olivia fiddling with an open letter. Curious that anyone still wrote letters, but if she stopped to think about it there were probably still Magical Girls capable of working a telegraph line more comfortably then a cell phone. 

[color=yellow]"..."[/color] Curious enough to forget her own fatigue she ambled forward, hesitant like a skittish gazelle and read it from over Olivia's elbow. The contents where bizarrely mundane for such heavy events that had just transpired, but the sheltered girl that ached for such activities felt her interest unerringly pulled to it. [color=yellow]"A sleepover? That sounds fun. Umm, I hope you all have a fun time...do you think there's room for one more?"[/color]

It was a little silly to be so hesitant in asking, as by now even Suzuya knew Olivia was as friendly as could be and wouldn't even consider a refusal, but it still felt like a big step forward in not relying on Tomoe Gozen's influence!