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The world was a stage of fury and frantic action, the Club lashing out upon the apes with all the vigor they raged against the Giga Miseria. 

Not seeing that the flimsy stage had no right to withstand such force. Nor the impossible apes, or even the school around them. Failing to capture those events, even as they spiraled beyond their means to control, still fell neatly within their expectations. As twisted as their own hearts the pageantry was what they wanted, even as they desperately grappled to pull the curtains upon the performance. 

When it did end, it was by the volition of none and the satisfaction of none. From darkness they went, and it was the midday light streaming through the club room that emerged past the drawn portcullis of their heavy eyelids. 

It was, entirely, a day spent in shared slumber. A dream. A lie. An ardent wish exposed flagrantly to the last people who should know the buried shame in others hearts. 

Oh certainly some among them were obvious, Suki’s need for love was the crux of her fall to begin with, and Shuuko’s longing for autonomy seemed rather straight forward. The same for Tsubomi.

Even in the last moments, Hizuki was the one saving Sylvia from further beating at her own expense. The hero in shining armor…

Roche’s eyes burned with the shame of tears unshed, wetness building yet held back, leveling at the two most awake among them. Nyxia, the only one spared the humiliation, had come through the window while the instigator herself was at the door. 

Others stirred, and Kiyo struck first with a blade of pure familiar skewering a Miseria that had the gall of forming in their own club room. 

[color=orange]”We’re all so unbelievably fucked. I couldn’t even see it till the hope was ripped away.”[/color] Her teeth were bared in what no one would dare call a smile, an expression that only deepened as her hand caressed the undamaged glass of her pocketed eight-ball. A brief caress before it vanished with her clothes, her cloak heavy upon her frame. 

[color=orange]”Nyxia!”[/color] She snapped, turning entirely from Black Gate. Letting the curve of her hood block out that interloper and turn from her, the Rule Keeper unable to even continence her face without feeling an impulse [i]scream[/i] through her bones to avenge herself upon the girl. [color=orange]”There’s going to be more Miseria coming, even here in the day. We should kill them.”[/color]

[color=orange][i]Not that it matters. None of this matters. We should just roll over before another girl comes along and-[/i][/color]

Swallow. Breath. Exhale.

The calming effort turned to Roche grasping the nearest chair and casting it out the window that Nyxia had so gingerly climbed through, her body plunging just a heartbeat behind the curtain of erupting glass before grasping the masonry and wrenching herself upward to the rooftops to hunt and hurt the only beings weak enough for them to vent upon. 

Bright blue sky greeted her, not a cloud in sight. A picturesque display of the beauty they had slept through, now mocking them with saccharine indifference.