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Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

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In Miso City, the winters were cold, the hearts were colder…but somehow, the comradery of close friends and family persisted ever warm during the holiday cheer. A week had passed since the Detention Club’s hasty attempts in deciding who should be heaping real responsibility for their Christmas party. In the end, the President ruled that it was difficult to decide any real winner; both because of the disorganized fights and for the intervention of their light counterparts.

It was a draw, so to speak, a decision that of course had many eyes rolling. Luckily, before too much venom could be spat, the solution came in the most unlikely of places. At the last moment, Ami had somehow found an empty restaurant on Christmas day, no doubt its owners having packed up shop to celebrate the cold festivities. Touka chose to look the other way seeing as their magic wasn’t exposed and in the end, it was decided the Detention Club’s Christmas party would be held in the relatively abandoned restaurant.

And so the dark girls would gather one by one, ready to exchange gifts and celebrate in the name of mischief. As expected of the President, Touka was one of the first to arrive at the restaurant. Snow crunching under her boots, she entered the place with nary a care for alarm and the like. Clearly those in Miso City had no concern for strange encounters and phenomenon. After all, the city’s citizens were still agape at the sudden and unexpected “forest fire” that had decimated their park in a single night. In the dead of December. Many were still blaming the incident on aliens and it earned Touka a low sneer to herself.

Not expecting anyone else to arrive yet, the President made herself comfortable in one of the long family booths. From there she’d stare idly at the snow falling outside, glad that this place was at least out in the boonies enough to go unnoticed. The restaurant’s owner was, ironically, just as untraceable as anything else. Because it was very doubtful Luna was even aware the Detention Club had hijacked her family restaurant for their own needs.

Then again, she probably didn’t care; not on Christmas day. A week had given her plenty of time to become buddies with the new Magical Girls now in Miso City. Apparently, their friendship was strong enough to warrant a group celebration of their own sorts. Indeed, the Magical Girls would find their day spent at a fancy karaoke bar. Such was the ironic fate of those empowered by magic.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@1Charak2

I don’t see anything glaringly wrong so she’s fine by me. Await KoL’s verdict.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

KoL's next post will be lending to the time skip. Who else needs to post to get their character out of the fight scene.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Who else needs to post.

Discipline: Hide in the Fairytale

There’s no blondes among the character roster.

Discipline: Hide in the Fairytale

My instinct tells me to make a blonde.

Discipline: Hide in the Fairytale

I regret this already.

Discipline: Hide in the Fairytale

Ask KoL about that. They would know my payment methods.

Discipline: Hide in the Fairytale

If Windel is keeping KoL on time, I guess they are also by extension keeping me on time.

@Inkarnate

You need to pay me for that.

Jigokuraku Academy

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“O-Oh? That’s nice. I don’t really…oh! I see….” Most of the trip to their testing site had been held in either silence or frigid cold. For Houki though, she had been gifted by chance the resident chatterbox among their little group of would-be students. Though where one might have chosen to blot out Kūki’s words or told her to screw off by now, Houki spent the majority of their trip smiling and nodding. It was nice to make friends after all, more so with people they were most likely going to be stuck with for years.

That, and nodding kept the cold away. So frigid was the early-morning weather that a bit of frost had begun to clamor up Houki’s glasses. Instead of melting the light layers away with her Quirk, she figured it was better to wipe them with her shirt. Constantly. The more she wiped, the foggier they became, until she almost looked blind behind those large manacles of glass. Oh well. At least Kūki seemed to be having a good time, though Houki had to wonder how the other girl spoke so clearly with that gas mask on….

“No, no, I’m excited too! We can finally prove our chance to be heroes….” Much of the conversation was one-way, Houki agreeing with a good portion of Kūki’s words. It continued this way until their bus finally reached their destination, halting right in front of a pile of rubble. Destruction was no secret or surprise to this city, but even Houki had to raise an eye at how…desolate the whole place looked. Their instructor’s directions, despite being viable in their hero preparation, hardly fixed the gloomy mood the gray area brought.

And then, just like that, their instructor waltzed back into the heated bus and waited for them all to complete their tasks. Watching her go, Houki opened her mouth; perhaps a call to her to ask for questions. Were they just expected to do this alone? Before any words could be said though, Kūki was already leading the charge with a bombtastic war cry. Startled by the sudden loud words, Houki turned her gaze up to the gas-masked redhead.

A few of the other students seemed to be fired up by her proclamation though, with one boy bolting down in a sprinter’s pose while another student, this one with lights for a face, broadly introduced himself. At least the latter was nice…still, Houki turned her gaze to another boy, one that seemed to speak sense among their group.

“I-I like that idea. As heroes, we should be working together, right?” Houki looked at the rest of them, hoping they could at least agree teamwork would pull them through. “I can help cover the…south side of the area? Splitting up into groups and reporting back here might help, so, um…” Houki snatched the hand of the person closest to her shyly, clenching the resident cat girl’s palm. “We can go ahead. Isn’t that right, Miss…er…sorry, I don’t know your name…”