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[b]“It’s as good as it always is,”[/b] was Nonsuch’s own response, her eyes narrowing into slits.

Curiosity was good, even though it was clear to the both of them now just what it meant for anyone to meet the mesmerizing gaze of the dark magical girl, and what it meant for the [i]paladin[/i] to do so. There was no reason to look away, no reason not to exchange dialogue in this rare, rare opportunity. She extended her fist instead, that fist of broken fingers.

[b]“Does this look like something I’m going to shake your hand with?”[/b]

If one remained in Hibusa Town as a light magical girl, one couldn’t expect defeat to equal friendship. Kinder girls had been taken advantage of and broken because of their naivety. It was a precious thing for Nonsuch to view at a distance. It was a fine thing to pick up the pieces and offer them a space to vent before sending them off on their way, never to turn their gaze back on the playground that the Detention Club had constructed.

[b]“And as for the question you’re spending your life on…”[/b]

Evil Eye reached up, hands settling on her shoulders, a cold grasp made clammy by the stress of escape. Nonsuch placed her unbroken hand against the small of her back. Pushing her in closer. Gripping the black-white patterned kimono tightly. Eye contact broken, her lips close enough to her quarry’s left ear that she was on the edge of biting down and tearing off.

[i]“Ḯ̸̦s̵̛̖ ̸̖̈́t̷̞̃h̸̥͊ä̷̱́t̵̩͂ ̶̭͐w̵̬͝h̵̛͙a̴̝͝t̴̹͗ ̸͈̃ï̴̳t̸̲̚ ̸͈̇l̴̠͋ŏ̵̼o̸̺͘k̷͍̚ș̷̓ ̸̪̌l̷͓̕i̶̡̎k̶͚͐e̴͔̎ ̸̬͌ț̸̓o̸̘͂ ̸̞̏y̶̙̓ő̶̧u̸͚̚?̶̙̄”[/i]

The war hammer returned, then repelled, shooting skywards. It was repulsed by her, and she was attracted to it, and that paradox of pursuit sent both magical girls up and up and up and up. Beyond the corona of streetlights, they became specks in the night sky, the wind so much more willing to dance in open space around them. And, at a height of three hundred meters, they stopped, Nonsuch pulling Evil Eye up to sit on the hammerhead while she balanced upon the haft herself.

[b]“But that’s that and this is this. I’ve just wanted to chat you up, y’know? Considering how communication between us has been pretty one-way up until now.”[/b] Her smile was beaming once more. Her smile had been beaming all this time. She had no contradictions. [b]“If I were to be honest though? I was really betting on Shatterscape coming after you immediately, considering how obvious my intentions were. So color me surprised when they didn’t!”[/b]

Her hand reached out, brushing away sticky strands of hair off her temple and smoothing it against her skull. Perhaps, uncharacteristically, there was a glimmer of mischief in her gaze then.

[b]“Crazier still that no one else came to intercept me too. It’s like, woah, am I not being taken seriously, or are you not considered all that important? So I figured, and I’ll need you to collab with me here, but, well…do you wanna prank ‘em, Evil Eye?”[/b]

Shatterscape was immortal, Earthshaker was as thick-skulled as a Neanderthal, and the rest of the Club were all more slippery than brawl-y. There was only one way that Nonsuch could really get to them. Or maybe this was her own way of making sure the Club tried just a bit harder to be a club.

[b]“Go fake your death with your Mogalls. If you catch what I'm putting down.”[/b]