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[center][color=Aquamarine]Fuck… [i]Another[/i] meeting?[/color]
[color=888888]-Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow[/color][/center]

As per usual, Nyxia entered the makeshift clubroom by slipping through one of the windows, its center pivoting to permit her passage. [color=Aquamarine]“Interesting choice for a new meeting spot…”[/color] the Neon Tempest noted as she scanned the dingy attic with narrowed eyes, while her mouth formed a disdainful scowl. Yet, it wasn’t just the lack of cleanliness that bothered the teal-haired terror. It hadn’t escaped her that this seemingly unoccupied house was practically next door to her own, and it was [i]this[/i] fact that brought her the greatest amount of annoyance. Indeed, it seemed that despite all her efforts to retain her anonymity, every new development actively worked to undermine that goal. [color=Aquamarine]“And here I’d thought we’d be using an old warehouse or something…”[/color] she muttered.

Propping her beloved death ray against a support beam, Nyxia leaned back against the giant energy cannon and folded her arms under her chest as she listened to Oros’s introductory statements, followed by Evil Eye’s assessment of the whole “Giga Miseria situation”. The Neon Tempest had to admit, for a creepy and insufferably smug voyeur, the crimson-eyed young woman was actually quite competent when it came to such matters. Indeed, the level of detail present on her map provided ample proof of the effort she’d put into compiling the data needed to make it. Unfortunately, there was a not inconsiderable problem inherent to the conclusion the eye-themed girl had reached, at least as far as Nyxia was concerned.

[color=Aquamarine]“Nice plan, but, uh, with my… [i]family situation[/i] being what it is, long-distance road trips aren’t really something I can do,”[/color] she told the group with a disappointed frown. If she was being honest, the Neon Tempest was all for slaying unique Miseria in distant locations, without the ever annoying GEMs showing up to be their usual bothersome selves. Yet, she also knew that there was almost zero chance of something like that being possible for someone like her. After all, it wasn’t like she even went to the same school as the rest of the club. [color=Aquamarine]“So, uh, have fun killing the fuckers without me, or whatever…”[/color] Nyxia added, turning her head and casting a dejected glare into the room’s darkened shadows.