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[center][color=Aquamarine]I'm back, bitches.[/color]
[color=888888]-Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow[/color][/center]

The months following her induction into Rei’s Detention Club had passed in a dizzying blur to the Neon Tempest, the depressing monotony of her horrid home life punctuated by equally depressing and monotonous club meetings, marked by tiresome attempts at socialization and team-building, along with the cherished moments of glorious exhilaration that came with slaying Miseria in their hundreds. One would think that, over such a considerable span of time, Nyxia might have made a deeper connection with at least [i]one[/i] of her club mates, yet, aside from a general agreement to keep her caustic commentary on her fellow Dark Magical Girls to the level of “harmless” teasing, the Neon Tempest was still as anti-social as ever. Even her initial “bonding session” with her teammate Roche, aka Earthshaker, had resulted in little more than her displaying the most minor level of cordiality to the code keeper. However, while Nyxia might now treat the track star with more respect than the average club member, she was still merely a [i]teammate[/i], not a [i]friend[/i]. Suki “Oros the Joyful” Oyama, on the other hand, wasn’t even [i]that[/i]…

[color=Aquamarine]“Now why am I not surprised a pathetic worm like you is crawling around on the floor?”[/color] Nyxia quipped from where she was perched upon the club room’s open windowsill, her mouth curled into a mocking sneer as a light breeze played through her bright teal hair. As usual, she had arrived to the clubroom transformed. Since she was far too sickly to attend classes, running across the rooftops in her magical girl form was the easiest way to make it to club meetings from her family’s palatial estate, and since she would never willingly allow anyone to see her true self, she didn’t bother changing back once she’d arrived. Today, both Roche and Suki had arrived before her, although she ignored the former to focus her caustic attention solely on the latter. [color=Aquamarine]“Are you looking for ingredients to make more monsters for my precious baby to kill?”[/color] the Neon Tempest inquired as she lovingly caressed the enormous energy cannon propped up against the wall beside her. [color=Aquamarine]“Or are you just trying to find a snack for your disgusting self?”[/color]