[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrbOiYrMSPk][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/693c4ddb-c4a0-4c91-afe8-579347b62006.png[/img][/url] [color=tomato]"Who said rainbow and I still can't have fun together?”[/color] [color=888888]— Suki Oyama[/color][/center] This was not a surprise either. A normal magical girl would have easily been able to perceive the tell tale signs of a ball being kicked with above human strength. But Tsubomi only feared Rei. Anything else was below her notice, even something as obvious as a sonic volleyball. At least, that was what Suki would have told someone if they asked her about it. But nobody asked her, and she didn’t waste a single brain cell thinking about all the strange contradictions that Tsubomi was wrapped up in. All she cared about was the satisfying clap of the volleyball hitting Tsubomi’s head. It was enough to roll her off the size of the van. She placed her hands over her mouth to suppress her emotions. A smile? A gasp? Suki felt conflicted. Tsubomi was just a filthy spy for Rei, but she had also been something of a friend. A very unenthusiastic friend, but the only one she could think of off the top of her head. There was Aria, but she was a long distance friend and just someone she messaged a few times a month. Suki wasn’t sure how to feel. She couldn’t laugh at Tsubomi’s pain, nor could she bring herself to go check on her former pal. Over her shoulder, the volleyball players had just witnessed the wind catch their ball and fling it at a school girl’s head. They were shouting to each other while a total stud ran over to see what the hell a girl was doing on top of a van, and if she was alright. That’s right. Even out here, Tsubomi had people that were willing to look after her. There’s only one person out here that’s truly alone. Suki walked off. Maybe there were some children building sand castles she could kick over. It was always fun to see the wet sand fly, and there would be absolutely no repercussions for her actions, so why not? … … … [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/aee54f2e-99cb-4c5e-93c9-42a5758ce8f2.png[/img] [color=pink]”Wut did I tell ya?! Now I gots da powah!”[/color] [color=888888]— The Magnificent Morganite[/color][/center] These dark magical girls were idiots. It was hard not to [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1329ad13-8933-44d4-965e-3b2e0da70118.png]point and laugh[/url] at their struggles. Even when alone, Morganite had a hard time containing herself as the team split up right before her eyes. She had heard that the Hibusa Town girls were strong, but their numbers were so disjointed that they practically defeated each other. She thought it would be a lot harder to split them up and defeat them, but this was going to be easy. After she dealt with the sleeping one, she’d dispatch the summer dress girl. Then she just had to bide her time for the other two to return. She doubted they would be a match for her even together, but maybe they’d get into a fight once they got back. This was going to be like taking candy from a baby. But first, some much needed revenge. As a light girl, Morganite didn’t relish such dark emotions. Yes, while this woman had wronged her, dealing with her was always going to be more about protecting others and righting past injustices. Morganite had seen what depravity like that could do to people. Having their ability to act removed so that someone could [i]impose[/i] their will on them. How ironic that such a twisted individual was now left vulnerable before her former victim. Imagine having karma so bad that it catches up to you just a day later. A shield floated over either one of Morganite’s shoulders. While defensive instruments by design, anyone who came across a magical girl with shields knew they had plenty of offensive capabilities too. But killing her opponent in such a state was dishonorable. She had a better idea. Her hand came out of her pocket with a marker. Extra thick, the really cheap dollar store ones that were as thick as her pinky and smelled like paint thinner. She pulled the cap off with her teeth and gave Tsubomi a mustache. Then a little triangular devil beard, and some swirly marks on her cheeks. While she was at it, she gave her big blocky eyebrows and a pair of glasses too. Morganite giggled while she drew her masterpiece. [hr] The sea life was beautiful, but Nyxia had come here to hunt Miseria. So she swam deeper into the ocean. And deeper, and deeper, and deeper. And after a few minutes, Nyxia’s schooling kicked in. An island was effectively a giant underwater mountain that poked above the waters. Japan was a very “plump” mountain, which tapered off slowly. While most light didn’t make it any deeper than a few hundred feet of ocean water, you’d need to go down at least a thousand feet before you reached total darkness. Depending on where she was, she may have to swim as far as fifty miles out to sea before she could find water that deep. That was assuming the Misseria weren’t even deeper, in which case she may need to swim a hundred miles, or even two hundred miles out. Her body was far greater than that of a normal human, but this was still going to be quite the trek. It would take hours, and they might not get back before nightfall. They didn’t even know if there were any miseria out that far. And if there were, who knew if they were any stronger than the land based ones? And if they [i]were[/i] stronger, did she have a plan to get away if they were [i]too[/i] strong? Was it worth the risk? Maybe those questions never crossed Nyxia’s mind, but they should have crossed Roche’s.