♥♠♦♣ Ayumu Harasawa ♥♠♦♣ Phantasmagoria ♥♠♦♣
Tragedy? Ayumu held back a laugh at Yui's sickly-sweet speech. Oh sure, that was one way of looking at it, for bleeding-heart masochists who didn't know the meaning of the word fun. She wouldn't think about it like that. She wouldn't...
It was when the light girl's gaze rested on her that for just a second, her laidback attitude faltered. She blinked in surprise, one thought occupying her mind. How did Yui know? Was she that obvious, something no magician should be? Or had that sparkly bitch gone and told Yui, completely overlooking the fact that it was none of her business? Either way, no way was Ayumu going to let that little sap pity her.
At least Ami's comment lightened the mood, but of course the teacher had to dampen it again. Adults had no sense of humour. Once all the students had taken their turn, Ayumu waited until Miss Tamashi's back was turned and scribbled a note, handing it to Ami. Best speech by far.
Lessons dragged throughout the morning, and it seemed an eternity before lunch break arrived. Once it did, Ayumu slipped out of class, breaking away from the hustle and bustle of students, keeping a look out for one person.
Well, two people, actually. There it was again, that presence that set every one of her nerves on edge. She slunk forward like a cat hunting a mouse in an area that reeked of dog. It turned out her gut instinct had been right three nights ago. Considering how messed up Touka had gotten - not in any way she couldn't recover from, but even so - the newcomer truly was a danger.
Spotting the particular one of the two she'd wanted to find, who sat eating lunch by a window, Ayumu stayed back and sent forth an illusion of a shadow hand. It tapped Yui on the shoulder with a claw, then swelled into two outstretched arms and a grinning skeletal face with glowing eyes, looming over her. "Heh, surprised?" Ayumu taunted, strolling over and dismissing the monstrous apparition. "It's just you seemed oh-so-lonely over there. I thought you might want someone to chat to. Specifically about what you meant by all that warm and fuzzy bullshit about growing stronger through tragedy, cherishing what we have, yadda yadda."
She draped herself into a seat beside Yui, trying not to let her wariness about the all too familiar blonde outside show. "Don't think I didn't notice how you looked at me right at the end. Care to explain why?"
✦✧✦ Tama Miyara ✧ Angelite ✦✧✦
Throughout the lesson, Tama could barely concentrate. The class had too many empty chairs, their usual occupants now injured, or mourning loved ones, or... The bluenette clenched her fists under the desk. If only she and the others could have done more.
By lunch break, she still had little appetite, but trudged out of class gripping a packed lunch nonetheless. Together, Yui had said that night. Tama made her way down the hall, in search of the rest of the team. Supporting each other was more important than ever now. And just maybe... she wasn't going to get her hopes too high, but there was a chance... This could be the day they'd find Alara.
A flare of dark energy and a glimpse of red-veined black armour caught her attention. At the sound of a thud, followed by yelling - one of the voices familiar - she quickly checked nobody was around to see her disappear, then unleashed her own magic. Blue light flowed from between her shoulder blades, forming a rough gem-like structure around her, which broke apart. The pieces spread out, solidifying into her crystal shard wings.
Angelite stormed into the room, her fears confirmed in more ways than one. Soma picked herself up from her sprawled position, rubbing her jaw and giving the blonde who stomped all over her lunch a piece of her mind, while other students gawked. No wonder. Not only would Soma appear to them as if she were shouting at thin air, her half-transformed state would add ghost rumours to the ever-growing list of unexplainable events.
Striding over, Tama placed herself between Soma and the roiling mass of hate and anger. "You heard her," she said, wings stretching out as if to protect her friend. Despite having been a magical girl for two years herself, she didn't know Ami well - just how quickly had she gone dark, Tama wondered - but glimpses of her gleefully destructive battles as a dark girl proved she meant business, provoked or unprovoked. "There are two things you need to get into that hot head of yours. One, we have every right to be here. Two, she's far from the aggressive type so I think you'll find uncalled for doesn't even begin to describe that."
Folding her wings, she turned to Soma. "Are you alright? And, uh... It might be best to come away from here for now... For a few reasons." She motioned to leave the room. "There's something I've got to point out." Maybe living apart from society meant Soma didn't realise how she looked to most people while half-transformed, but she needed to be told.