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It was good thing there were so few people around after the club's ended or someone may have remarked on the atypical spring in Roche's step. 

Not quite at the realm of skipping down the hall, but her lips were quirked upwards and the set of her shoulder was oddly relaxed for one who'd been marred by constant tension since the encounter with Ashbringer. 

Who knew talking with someone so shockingly positive and virtuous as Misoka could brighten the mood of a Dark Magical Girl? 

[color=orange]"Hey there-"[/color] Roche entered the room, only to stop short with a screech of shoe against linoleum to find a transformed Oros and Nyxia alone. Naturally the later was incensed but the former wasn't acting like an enthusiastic whacko or trying to get in Nyxia's leotard just yet. 

Well, no time like the present to put her idea into action. 

[color=orange]"Nyxia. Oros. We've been spinning our tires keeping to the usual track. It's time we take our show on the road and find something new to do to bust our slump. Literally anything, just so long as we get out of this room and do something new!"[/color] 

The tanned athlete was perhaps forcing the issue, but she wasn't going to keep twiddling her thumbs and thumping weak Miseria till Ashbringer came to roast them!