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[color=tomato]”Tempted to switch from goth to emo.”[/color]

[color=888888]— Suki Oyama[/color][/center]

Oros did her best to be attentive to what Nyxia was saying, even though it was probably going to be mean spirited. It wasn't hard, as Rei and her chatterbox had left, as well as the new light girl. Though between the blood loss and everything else, she was having a little bit of trouble keeping her focus. 

[color=tomato]”Boss Baby?”[/color] It was possible she showed up to help Oros, but she hadn't noticed her. But that didn't seem right. Why would Nyxia assume that Oros couldn't kill five miseria with Rainbow's help? She revealed it, briefly, in recounting what happened to her. It seemed that Nyxia had needed help defeating them as well. Oros felt her chest swell with pride when Nyxia mentioned that she was now talking to her. Clearly things were looking up for the purple skinned girl. But this was followed by snide comments. Yes, yes it seemed like tonight hadn't [i]quite[/i] gone the way Nyxia wanted. To even suggest that being beat up like this was something she could enjoy...

The stump of her wrist oozed blood. It wasn't often Oros got cut up like this fighting miseria, but she had done battle with several magical girls. Often as the fight wore on, they would get more exhausted and tired, but Oros would only become emboldened as she was worn down. Her moniker, "The Joyful," was a nickname she had earned a time she had become much more badly damaged than this. But now was not the time to recount that tale. 

[color=tomato]”I mean, I don't [i]like[/i] getting hurt.”[/color] Maybe it was from how unfocused she felt, but she couldn't tell if Nyxia was trying to offend her or actually believed someone could enjoy getting hurt like this. For some reason, an image of a gothic bad boy who worshiped Norse gods and engaged in macho sadism forced its way into her head. She blinked the repulsive image out of existence. [color=tomato]”But pain is inevitable, isn't it? If you're living, you're going to get hurt. It's something you need to be prepared for.”[/color] Oros expected to get hurt when she fought. She got her when she didn't fight. Pain was something Oros had forced herself to become accustom to. [color=tomato]”I don't even like hurting magical girls. It's a good thing I don't have to.”[/color] 

If Oros thought she could get away with it, she might have asked for a kiss. She could collectively recover her health and seal her limbs back together. While it seemed perfectly logical, she knew only one person would take her up on the offer, and she had too much pride to allow herself to accept it. 

Without another word, she turned around and departed for home. First she'd drop Rainbow off at home, then she'd limp her way back to her own bed. Usually Oros was an early riser, but she would sleep in that night.