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	At Rei's insistence, the faint sounds of a motorcycle could be heard in the distance. Among the oldest of the current members of the Detention Club, Evil Eye had a penchant for being somehow omnipresent, yet also fashionably late. Kiyo was a mellow and thoughtful girl, who could not be compelled to hustle. She would ultimately follow Schrade's lead, but only after pensively pondering her orders, as if they were the helpful suggestions of a friend, to be carefully considered rather than followed blindly in a militaristic sort of fashion.

	Though she could still fly, as she did when she was blinded by the light, Kiyo preferred to remain on the ground ever since she turned. The cold chill of high-altitude air reminded her only of the night of Saya's betrayal. She still enjoyed the feeling of the wind in her hair as she drove towards the scene unfolding before Rei and Suki, parking just under a block away. As she did, she also transformed, her stylish leather jacket turning into an equally stylish gi. She shrugged, letting the garment slip off her shoulders so that her partner, sitting on the motorcycle behind her, could touch the tattoo on her back. She felt no fear in exposing both her neck and her emblem to the girl. Was it because she trusted her partner? Or did she simply no longer value her own life?

	...Evil Eye was not the type to give direct answers.

	She leaned forward in her seat, blood trickling from her eyes and pooling in her cupped hands. Soon, an eyeball formed and floated to the surface, and then the blood became flesh. The newly born abomination let out what was, approximately, a happy squeal as it stood up in her hands, its small tendrils twining with Kiyo's fingers, gripping them with all the strength of a newborn babe. [color=#990000]"Go, my child,"[/color] she lovingly cooed to the creature, looking upon it with blank and impassionate eyes. [color=#990000]"Depart, multiply, and become. Be ye a Seer, and Knower, and an Apostle of Truth."[/color] With that, she cast the Mogall into the air like a carrier pigeon, a wide but subdued smile spread across her face. As it flew away, it grew, and it multiplied. Soon, a small squad of them spread throughout Hibusa town. Kiyo's eyes glowed bright red, visible to Rei and Suki even from nearly a block away. Evil Eye had arrived, fashionably late as always, and yet right on time. The nearby Mogall sat haunched on a window sill, watching as Suki flirted with disaster, whose name was Schrade. [color=#990000]"Mm. Lust,"[/color] remarked Evil Eye, absentmindedly. [color=#990000]"—and perhaps, Envy? Ahuhuhu~"[/color] It folded its tendrils underneath its body, mimicking how its mistress would watch Suki flirt in person: with her hands folded beneath her chin, her smile full of piqued interest, while her narrowed eyes conveyed only token disapproval at best. It emitted a curious noise, an upsweep-like cry caught somewhere between the sound of a window being wiped from outside, and the high-pitched croak of a frog.

	Kiyo and her partner watched as her eyes crossed streets, passed over overpasses, leaped tall buildings, and patrolled the skies. Already, she had caught a glimpse of the new blood, Nyxia. A pair of Mogalls watched from nearby as she cackled like a maniac, spreading her wanton destruction. No doubt mistaking her eyes in the sky for yet more Miseria, the monstrous eyeballs popped pitifully like balloons as they were caught in the crossfire. [color=#990000]"Pride. Wrath. Greed... or perhaps, Gluttony?"[/color] she pondered the expression of feasting. [color=#990000]"How endearingly energetic! She's so adorable, don't you think~?"[/color] she remarked to her partner, her voice taking on a dreamy quality, as if starstruck—then she flinched as her Mogalls were erased from being, momentarily wiping the smile from her gentle face. Shrugging it off without a care, she then watched Nonsuch as she appeared slothful in doing good. [color=#990000]"Tonight is a beautiful night, dear Sister,"[/color] she said breathlessly, letting out a wistful sigh. [color=#990000]"—but it's spoiled by these naughty girls, out past curfew,"[/color] she remarked, as a Mogall floating high above Nonsuch leered down at her condescendingly, conveying the thoughts of its mistress perfectly.