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[color=cornflowerblue][i]“Looks like someone is getting wet, and it has nothing to do with my powers,”[/i][/color] Yayoi, or rather Mercurial, thought as she arrived at tonight’s gathering at just about the same time Nyxia was making herself known to everyone in a mile radius.

The night’s air was cold and thick with the smell of countless maladies and malice that afflicted people in their everyday lives, unavoidably coalesced into Miseria. The creatures of darkness roamed around like the mindless feeders they were, and Hibusa’s magical girls hunted them, each in their own way.

The Detention Club – a funny name if Yayoi had to say so – helped bring those who strayed from the light together. But, as is so often common, there were always those who preferred to do things their way, at the detriment of the collective good. Even the introduction of teams didn’t seem to solve that for good it seems.

[color=cornflowerblue]“Good evening, everyone. I see that the party has already begun, so I decided to bring some party tricks to warm up this cold night,[/color]” Mercurial said as she approached the place under the light pole where most of the club’s members gathered. As she did so, she took out her hat and threw it at a nearby Miseria that fled from Nyxia’s indiscriminate fire, imprisoning it in a water bubble.

Mercurial didn’t consume the creature immediately, instead, she watched it squirm and struggle in her water prison. Only when she got bored, did she absorb it into her top hat, which flew back to her waiting hand.