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Grimoiric Heart

Suzuya Kuzunoha

Suzuya was of the impression her Grimoire was a bloody-minded warrior who would relish any opportunity to throw the girl into conflict with the Pageless. An opinion that was sorely tested when both were contented to settle on the bench as Lilac stormed off, her back straightened with purpose and an effortless grace to her performance that solidifed that shaken blonde's smile on her face.

Seeing her introduction from behind did wonders for hiding the shifting of Lilac's eyes and any uncertainty that wasn't lost to Tsubasa at the very least.

'Is there really a difference between letting others fight and letting them fight for you?' She considered to herself, finding her Grimoire was warm at the thought. Could she let herself stand aside if only the context permitted? The thought of being a reckless maverick just to appease an old story had been worrisome for her, but this seemed a happy middleground.

Till her new friend found herself hugging a pile of pageless and calling out for help. The new magical girl sighed, amusement mirrored between human and book before she rose to her feet with a palm held flat over her heart. The words coming to her lips were alien, not fitting her belief or temper, yet her aversion was less sharp this time.

"I cry out for neither justice, righteousness, nor my fellow man. I follow my heart, to whomever it leads, ever onwards to a brilliant sunrise!" Suzuya snapped, brusque and firm with unwavering conviction. She took a step forward and fire flashed, a wave pulsing outwards from her flush palm and scouring her garments in cleansing flame, only for the ash to settle into the form of her garments and the pyrotechnical display to terminate in an outwards flare the solidified into nine waving tails.

The attendants. Tsubasa. Dynast Queen. None of them registered, ignored entirely as she answered the call to help with a mighty leap torwards the storefront, then rebounding off it at the expanse of fractured masonry to sail with over the Pageless pile. "Get clear!"

Was she smiling? Strange, Burning Heart didn't remember doing that very often, but in the moment she hung over her target she felt a rush, only to realize she wanted to call out an attack as well. They were Magical Girls after all. Her tails snapped forward and from each emerged a club as thick as her waist and girbed with bands of studded iron, weapons meant to brutalize with raw force to crush even the sturdiest armor. With a flex of her tails- And wasn't THAT a weird sensation?- nine of them flew from her backside like rods cast down by an angry god.

"There is no escaping from the," As any who'd seen her at the construction sight could expect, the caught fire immediately and came down with force enough to shatter each club, propelling their bands as burning shrapnel that sought the darkness with uneering intensity. "Crack of Dawn!"

Roma Bhakti

Truly unfortunate circumstances conspired against all parties on the day Moonlight Tsubasa chose to introduce herself to the newest girls whisked from home and heart to Merrywell. She'd ruminated on this long and hard, ultimately deciding on a direct conversation to be superior then skulking in the shadows for months leaving vague clues to draw them out to her. Sure, she adored the pageantry that would have required but by then the girl from her own homeland would have been firmly cemented as a Merrywell drone and Camelot's potential might have been snuffed out.

She glanced at the gathered pageless with an unwavering expression, the creatures still as lowly as ever with hardly a trait to call praiseworthy. They built nothing, aspired to nothing, and possessed a power they used solely for destruction. Animals, plain and simple, which made holding a personal hatred for them pointless to Tsubasa. One does not hate the rat chewing through your home when it merely wants to reproduce, eat, and shit like any other beast. True enmity is a personal experience to be nurtured by insight and understanding.

That amounted to Roma no more reacting to the presence of the Devourer of Stories then she would if a fly if had landed on her collar. She made no move to provoke them, but that seemed all the incentive one Magical Girl needed to strike her down. It seemed there were even odds between Camelot and Dynasty Queen, the former having soured quickly to her advances seeing Burning Heart's poor reaction to the Cicin's admiration of a natural Japanese blonde.

The threat to her life was not one she could ignore, whether the Monkey King appreciated the severity of her power or not, and Tsubasa considered using her powers to render the attack moot at the expense of souring relations with the group even further. Just as an explosion went off to her side, an eruption of heat and force that sent her hair flying wildly, another less-literal blast went off and she found herself taken from behind by Camelot.

Tsubasa's face was entirely stoic, almost deadpan in it's seriousness, as she found herself cradled in the arms of a girl shorter then her and who was growing hostile only seconds prior. Her rabbit ears twitched but she didn't make a move to extricate herself just yet. "You can stop right there."

Those words were for neither her rescuer nor her attacker. It was all that stopped the trio radiating visible malice for the Magical Girl they'd appeared behind in a flicker of speed, elemental energies crackled between outstretched fingers and legs mid kick, held back by words alone when the once playful summons bared their teeth with a desire to pull Tesni apart.

"There is no need for animosity to linger. She had made a mistake, and one that shall not be repeated."

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Alright I’ll post tommorow morning

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Well Tsubasa does have a trick to render the force of the swing a lesser concern but not sure if I want to use it so frivolously and antagonize Tesni.

I’ll let you post first regardless

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@Lewascan2
She was going to either sidestep and let it drop or she was going to redirect it to the side.

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The irony that the only one who understands her sudden plan is the one she’s swinging at.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

"Sheesh, is everyone here a delinquent, cause no one is fond of listening!" Kanbaru wailed dramatically, swooning backwards with the back of her hand to her brow, overcome with glut of people actually trying to console the dragon and stop it's rage. Her parasite shared the sentiment with far less drama, the feeling of judgemental, disgusted eyes striking Nephy like a physical weight. After all, what beast would choose to remain in their cage rather then the bite the hand holding the door but one that had grown fat in their domesticated lifestyle.

"At least they aren't hindering us." Kanbaru consoled the silent specter as fireballs and force came crashing torwards them in a display of hellish fury. Still not enough of said rage for the Jester's plans, so she called upon her control of water and focused it upon herself. Both hands curled arouns her sword and she braced it low to her side as she felt the fluids in and around her musculature.

She pulled them tightly, lengthening every fiber to the limit without shredding them, forcing her peak ability out without pushing the boundaries. It made her sword light as feather and her feet felt airy against the stone. With a shout and heave she hurled her sword forward as a horizontal sawblade with a boom of displaced air as it parted fireballs on a collision coarse for Katie's tail and the only male in their party currently climbing it. "I told him to sit it out."

Though once her weapon was airborne she found the curious sight of Akiko trying to punch fireballs, made all the stranger by her seemingly helping Riku. It was abundantly clear that Riku would be in the camp of 'calm Katie down' so Akiko's support was....disheartening. She had mixed feelings on the cat girl but betrayal was not something Kanbaru took any pleasure in.

The JSTR even less so, her saw whirling with murderous intent before kicked off the ground dripping water from her hat and cloak. A dopple of her made from pure water was following her every action as she leaped torwards the pair of princess and queen. with clenched fists and a mirthless expression. She alighted outside of Castle's range, wisps of steaming washing off of her as heat and water clashed, but the spikes in heat wouldn't pull her gaze from Akiko.

"I really hope you're not helping that dog out of the goodness of your heart, cause we both know it's black as pitch."

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I'm waiting on Gecko, Fazzer, and Lewascan since Roma was talking to them before the Pageless showed up.

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I have also posted and T’ed things up for the GM

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Suzuya Kuzunoha

Surrounded and being touched was a very real nightmare for the Japanese woman warned of the horrors of crowded trains and blind crowds not lifting a finger. Velvet-clad fingers brushed through her hair and she quivered like a rabbit, trying to shrink away yet penned in from all sides. She was stifling her own voice, ingrained social standards not letting her embarrass herself by drawing attention when such serious business was going on a few feet away, and she prayed the attendants would have their fill of her hair and move on.

Her Grimoire was oddly accepting of this passivity, though it would become clear it not Suzuya it was feeling this for, but the dashing intervention of Bonnie. Three swift strikes the attendants were sent scurrying back, formed into a line as they bowed their heads in sheepish contrition while the blonde found herself enveloped in the warmth of a- dare she say, friend?- jacket.

"Hai... I mean, yes. I am alright." Suzuya said, pasting on a shaken smile as she leaned into Bonnie, thinking it wasn't all bad getting closer to people.

Roma Bhakti

Roma's face was a picture of passivity as Tesni and Chinami replied to her declaration, the former with a resolve and self awareness she would not have expected the later with a degree of indecision that was entirely true to form. She was going to respond to the Monkey King's holder when she vaulted the entire street, foot first into a hoodlum doing a poor job of concealing an illegal firearm.

"It is not entirely surprising that of all people to defy expectations it would be Sun Wukong's heiress, though I would have thought she would require intoxicating libations to first loosen such wisdom from her tongue. I will have to reconsider my opinion of her closely." The statuesque bunny seemed to deflate, eyes drooping as though disappointed to admit such fault even from behind her raised fan. This feeling only became clearer at the mess her summons made for themselves and she knew she'd have to think of some form of creative punishment least they repeat this with every fluffy Magical Girl they come across.

But at the moment Chinami was the sole person before her and Tsubasa's focus sharpened, twin pools of moonlight not leaving the goth. "You misunderstand conspiracy for the legal definition, where a crime is implicit. I do not know if Merrywell is a nefarious institution or not, and it does not matter if it is. Eugenics as a political movement was done with the best of intentions for the human race yet it would have still wasted the potential of countless revolutionary thinkers based on the most surface of details."

"Tell me, when man throughout the ages sought out immortality. The wish to live forever untouched by time. Do you think they did so with the end goal of an eternity set upon a single task? We are quite literally beyond the ravages of age, able to accumulate such wisdom and experience as no other could, and most are convinced to lock themselves in a school that pays lip service to education while sending us out to die as soldiers in a war with no end."

The fan snapped shut and her hands fell to her side, a grip like iron around the accessory as she spoke with heat in her voice. Vitriol, disgust, and sorrow mixed into an undercurrent of passion she conveyed without her face able to express it. A mask of flesh that may as well have been carved from stone.

"Chinami, you chose to use your powers to help people. Even the Breaker of the Dao tries to do the same. It was a choice you made, to use your life for something more. Yet, what Magical Girl can choose to dedicate their life to the sciences? What Magical Girl can take up the brush and sweep the art world by storm and be a pillar for centuries to come? Who of any of us can choose to settle down and raise a family? Some may speak of the responsibility to use our powers to save those who can not save themselves, but is playing that inescapable role all we can aspire to?"

"I say no. The pageless are the enemy of life, but a life spent entombed inside a school with no graduation is condemning oneself to never begin to live in the first place. We have the potential to be leaders and advisors, doctors and teachers. We can grow past our eternal youth and claim a place in both worlds, if we only cast aside the shackles of immaturity and think to expand our borders."

There was a spark of some fervor in her eye, trying to reach across the space between them, but she felt the moment shatter as her attendant's head's snapped to the rooftop's and she opened her Magical Senses to find that their conversation was soon to be rudely interrupted.

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If Bonnie clues a scythe's head to the end of Dynast Queen's staff we can start calling her Fate, huh?