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You showed up.

One way or another, you've arrived at my profile. You've taken a wrong turn in an alleyway because you didn't pay enough attention to your map. You've heard of something cool and new and thought maybe you'd see what all the fuss is about? Or maybe it is that you noticed like me updating my status or were lurking through an RP or something I am in and just kinda clicked my profile, that happens too. Regardless, you'll come to learn that your actions have consequences. Not this one since you can always just, like, leave.

I have a few names and I don't mind being called whatever you fancy at that given time. KingofTheSpectrum, FamishedPants, ChadChadlainn. Any derivative of these is fine as well. Most tend to use Pants, however. I'm nearing my thirties and enjoy games, anime, V-tubers, and visual novels. You can find my still-obsolete list here as it contains everything important on it.

As for games particularly, I am a huge fan of Devil May Cry, Metal Gear Solid, Nier and its sequel, FFXIV, and recently, Project Wingman.I tend to lean towards shooters and action games, but I have also wasted 8+ years on League of Legends. I think the only games I tend to avoid are card games and sports games, but there can always be exceptions.

For anime, I tend to watch whatever looks entertaining. It doesn't have to be good. I've seen a lot of the generic, poor-quality isekai harems that are out there. It's difficult to remember what I actually genuinely like, but Chaika the Coffin Princess comes to mind, as well as FMA: Brotherhood. I'm currently enjoying Tokyo Revengers.

I've read my fair share of visual novels, as my list would tell you. I can't recommend going through Muv Luv Extra/Unlimited, then playing Alternative enough! Big fan of Rance, Grisaia no Kajitsu, and Demonbane as well. I could probably go on and on about them, but I'll stop here.

Also, fuck you, Broken.

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H i l a r i a



"War... war never changes."

— Hilaria



Unlike Dina, Hilaria had not shown any real distaste for being whisked away suddenly. The likely reason had been because she was already taking refuge in the Beach Dimension, chomping on some snacks which she had finished by the time they arrived at Mariette's abode.

She gave a content sigh as she basked in the aftertaste of the kebab she had just eaten. "Oh, parting is such a sweet sorrow~" she would wait for the day when she could enjoy kebabs again. But for now, there was some business she had to attend to.

The truth was, Hilaria was considering having a talk with Dan. She was doing her best to fulfill her end of their bargain, but the reality was that she struggled with it. Treating people to food was okay and all, but nobody quite appreciated it like her. The energy he received was unlikely to be worth much to him, at least not enough to justify her continued employment. She felt as though breaking things off before she wore out her welcome, so to speak, would be for the best. She had no particular reason to make an enemy of someone who had granted her delicious feasts on multiple occasions.

Though it was also possible he would not care for her departure. Actually, considering that entire beach event, he seemed like he was a clingy patron. Well, she could think about it later. At the very least, she promised her hand with this fiesta and she would not go back on that.

There was a lot of talking, and some sort of pseudo-phone provided to the group. Mariette's rather lengthy explanation at least made it clear she wasn't a fool. Plan for the worst, hope for the best. A tactician's mindset, if ever there were one.

Must I be reminded of this ugly, vexing irony? Thy form bestowed upon us far surpasses that of a fragile and hopeless human, yet wherefore does our hallowing neglect to temper our minds? Be it our lot to fall prey to the ever-present allure of war akin to they who are inferior? Bah!

Hilaria was, as you might imagine, not fond of war or these battles whatsoever. But she couldn't kid herself. They were going to happen no matter what. An important man once said that all that was certain was death and taxes. He was wrong, but only partially so. So long as people existed, so too would conflict and war. And when they were gone? It would simply fall upon the other beings in this universe. War was without end.

"Hilaria, ready for duty~!" she announced, ignoring the appearance of the green-haired girl and her attempt to start something with Lily. It interested her not. She would focus instead on her role in the upcoming fight. She could stay back and assist Mariette, but it appeared as though Dina, her companion, had that task in mind. Hilaria could stay with her, but she would probably be most useful in the thick of things. Her build allowed for extended fighting, and she was only moderately useful at a range.

Perhaps due to the existence of video games, many people did not realize the true range of a shotgun. They were often used to kill birds while they fly. Shotguns just tended to have more... 'explosive' results the closer you got, depending on what sort of shell you utilized. But, ultimately, Hilaria was much more useful in close-quarters combat.

Hilaria managed to catch the tail-end of the interaction between Dina and the couple. Seemed they were splitting up. Perhaps, then, she could acquire a partner. "Lexander~?" she used his nickname without a thought. "If you don't have any plans, Hilaria would love for you to accompany her~"

His answer would not affect what she did next, which was to grab Mariette's attention when possible. "Hilaria prefers to be up close and personal, and is good at acting as a WALL to hold a position~ Hilaria can go where you think she's needed with that in mind~" she told the witch and, if Alex hadn't rejected her call to action, she would give him a warm smile.
Nearing the End of the Greatest Show on Earth


Also like was Alter Ego really in both games? Like do you really consider AE to be Chiakers, am I missing something? I mean you're technically right but also technically wrong.





Even as Alice appeared to be out of commission, she could still hear what everyone else was saying. Even Davis' reasoning, and explanation for the Candidate's Game. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, but in a way, it was rather sad. She couldn't help but chuckle dryly. "What's the point?" She asked.

"Si- Alice??" Henry appeared concerned as she stumbled back up, and dusted herself off with a resigned expression. She then glared coldly at Davis. "Even if you managed to replace Parker, it wouldn't feel the same, would it? Like replacing something of sentimental value. You won't be able to play ignorance forever either." She chuckled, a crooked grin appearing on her face, though her tone remained sinister. "I do feel bad for you, Gallo. Grief does wonders to one's mental state. Buuut not enough to gloss over the fact that this??" Alice motioned to the room, and then to the screens. "This is nothing less than a hellish obsession, accented by the fact that you're playing God here." she crossed her arms.

"Gotta wonder what the real Alice Parker would think, seeing that she married a monster. And here I was hoping we could overthrow you at the end, quite disappointing, really."

If there was anyone who would have loved to taunt and berate Davis, it would have been Zachary. Spite had, at least seemingly, been a part of his reason for pushing on in this hellish game. But right now, he could not bring himself to join in with Alice, instead, with wide eyes, he softly repeated “Dad” under his breath.

“I have to agree,” spoke Daimyon, nodding at Alice’s words. “Some things are...not transferable. Not recreatable. Even if you have mind and body, you still don’t have the soul, no, never the same one. And you will know. Even if your new Alice won’t, you will. It’s…” he trailed off, gazing into the distance. Strange emotions overtook him. “Imagine if the real Daimyon died, and my...his family got me as a replacement. Maybe I’d believe I was him, but they would know I wasn’t. And then, eventually, I would find out too. And it would break my heart, break it into a thousand pieces and scatter them to never be found again. Do you want to do this to your new Alice, Davis? Do you want to do this to yourself?”

“Daimyon, Henry, Alice. I have been running this game for years, maybe decades.” Half of the screens changed to show a montage of all the killing games that had transpired over the course of the infinite killing game. Caora strangling Mary, Mondatta crushing Cyrus’s skull, Jezebel blowing her own brains out with Justiciar’s hand cannon. “I have been the author of many tragedies. Most but not all intentional. I am responsible for the deaths of hundreds of people. I have watched my friends rise and fall like the waves of a tide, the surge of conquest.” He parted his arms. “Wouldn’t now be a strange time to have an epiphany that rendered it all irrelevant? I’ve had this discussion with infinites far more suited for it than you, and they were unable to refute my logic.” He balled his hand into a fist. “I am infinite conquest! I always get what I want. I never cease charging forward. Ethics, morality, and despair be damned!”

While the three questioned Davis, Shona looked to Zachary. "Steel yourself, Zachary. We do not know your father’s fate. He could still be alive. I doubt the real Zachary would just leave him. If you still care deeply for him, the original must as well."

“T-the real Zachary…” Zachary softly repeated under his breath. For a moment, he looked at Shona and then, with a laugh that betrayed his derision, his eyes seemed to lose much of their focus. “That’s right,” he said. “I have no right to worry about him…I’m not even real, after all…”

Jezebel placed a hand on Zachary’s shoulder. “H-hey.” She gave him a light shake. “Like, we’re almost out of here. We just have to vote for someone to become Alice. Someone in this killing game that totally isn’t a carnage sister.” She sighed. “I don’t want to vote for any of us. Like, that would be like killing someone.”

“What other choice do we have?” he rubbed his shoulder as he pulled away from Jez. “...It’s just like any other round. Someone has to go,” he sighed.

"Right. So you don't give two shits either way. Good to know!" Alice sarcastically gave Davis a thumbs up, with a deadpan expression. "Although since it's sorta confusing addressing both Parker and I as Alice, might be best to refer to me as-"

"Hyde." Henry said. "Emilia Hyde, or just one of the two works." He explained, glancing over to the girl. "Took you a while to pop up, I was starting to worry."

"Yeah, well, most people here already saw me as the local scumbag, so I had to restrain myself to avoid a lynching." Emilia rested a hand on her hip, with an eyebrow raised. She sighed. "And...I didn't want Isaiah to think I was a monster for suddenly going feral on everyone's asses..." She scratched the back of her head. "So! Seeing as holding myself back, keeping my emotions on the downlow, AND taking the bullshit insults thrown at me has overall been pointless in the end," Emilia counted on her fingers. "Why not bash Gallo's head once he gets off his pedestal? Best to take out my rage on someone who damn well deserves it." She shrugged with a chuckle.

As unnerving as it was to stand so close to the transformed, deranged recon, her threats felt somehow hollow to Daimyon. “If you could...get him off of his pedestal and, ah, crush him, it would be most excellent, but I have a feeling he has prepared for this occasion,” he commented. Shifting on his feet, he tried to measure everyone’s words, consider every opportunity. He knew one thing for himself: so close to the finish line, he would not fall or falter now. He would get out, and he would find the real Daimyon—sharing a glass of wine, they would laugh about the world’s absurdities. “Davis! I understand now that there is no point in arguing with you. Then let me ask you this, Infinite Conquest: if you always get what you want, what point is there to this charade? I do not for a second believe you haven’t already made up your mind. Select your victim, and let us end this game, this tragedy that’s had one too many acts.”

“My investors would not appreciate that.” Davis put one leg over the other. “Regardless, the game is over. Your choice doesn’t really matter that much to me. This is just one last stroke of drama before the show comes to an end.” He shrugged. “I didn’t really want to resort to a death timer like Monokuma did in the last trial. Is that necessary to make you vote?”

"Alice, Hyde, whatever you wish to call yourself." Shona addressed the recon "What do you intend to do? I would not advise attacking him, as tempting as it may be."

Emilia looked at Shona with a disappointed frown. "Can't have nice things, even now, huh?" In thought, she looked back to Davis, then the voting terminal. Then it hit her. The only way that she- that they can harm the mastermind was to turn the trial against him theirselves. After all, he was part of the game, even for a short while. Not one moment did she hesitate to vote Davis off.

Henry was of course concerned with how fast she made her choice. "Wait, what are you-?!"

"Turning his 'perfect' plan against him." Emilia's mischievous grin returned. "Unless you guys got a hidden vendetta, or other plans, I suggest you follow suit!" she told everyone.

“So it is all a farce, in the end.” Daimyon shook his head sadly. He was under no delusion that Davis had not planned for the Infinites to vote for him, but there was scant other choice. The poet was not going to nominate anyone else to the gruesome fate, and not voting would have only ensured his own death. “Very well then. You shall have your drama—and we shall see who has the last laugh!” With dramatic flair as such, he pulled the selection lever for the mastermind.

“I don’t have the best feeling about this, but if everyone else is going to do it…” ‘Zachary’ felt as though this was somehow a reality that had already been accounted for. Davis had, if his word was to be believed, done this game on multiple occasions. How many other groups had come to this same conclusion before?

More importantly, what happened to them?

They were not here, but Davis sure was. It could mean they escaped. That they had outplayed the conquest and earned their lives. A simple yet a happy ending where the bad guy got what they deserved and the rest could not live in fear of death and betrayal each day. It could, but...

But Davis was still here.

Zachary’ paused before he entered his vote. “...is this really the best decision?” he mused. But he didn’t know the answer. He didn’t know a lot of things. Was he himself? Was Davis expecting this? Davis was finally locked in but even that left ‘Zach’ wondering about it. Was the choice to vote for Davis here really his… or everyone else’s?

Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter…

Jezebel voted shortly after Zachary did. Shona took a deep breath before following suit.

“Is that so?” Davis folded his arms. “It is a legal move, I did participate in the infinite killing game. But are you sure you want to go through with it? It might not be the ‘gotcha’ moment Mason thinks it is.”

"I can not speak for everyone, but I agree with Jezebel. Turning any one of us into Alice Parker would feel like killing them off. If you want her in this world so badly, then perhaps she ought to take your place."

Davis cast his gaze over the infinites. They all looked back. Some scared, some determined, but no one spoke a word. The silence was finally broken when Davis started to chuckle.

“All this time! All this time it was I who was the perfect Parker! Why didn’t I learn sooner? Of course!” He threw out his hands. “You’re all just a bunch of normals! None of you know her like I do. None of you possess the mind, the reflexes, the determination, no, the more I think about it the more sure I am that only I can do it!” He placed a hand over his face. With a sigh, he lowered his hand. Once again the mastermind’s face had become stern and serious. “Well, at the very least, the infinite killing game allowed us to perfect the technology to bring her back. I would have liked to have met Parker myself, but having her back in this world is a price I am willing to pay. I just hope the lot of you realize that this doesn’t change anything.” He shoved his finger into his arm rest. “One of you could have joined me as my wife. You’d have free reign to everything. All you’ve done is replaced your tormentor with the ultimate assassin. But if this is what you wish…”



The screens on one wall of the room parted, and an odd chair emerged. It looked like a cross between the amnesia machine and a NEO world project capsule. The outside was a green glass cylinder that housed a reclining chair. There was also a metal bowl with a chin strap, and hundreds of wires spilling out of the machine. Davis did not hesitate, he dove off of his throne and into this strange contraption.

The glass cover closed around his body, and the bowl lowered itself over his head. His expression didn’t change when a monokuma robot clipped the strap for him.

Then his body shook, like he was being electrocuted.

Electricity danced along the surface of the green glass, and hundreds of lights lit up all along the strange seat. A Monokuma bot shouted at another Monokuma bot to apply more power. The grabbed a lever and pushed it as far as it would go. The chamber was filled with a blue light, then darkness.

It only took the room a second of so for the screens to come back online, filling the room with light once again.

”Let’s see if the surgery was a success, shall we?” Kill good cleared his throat. ”Who am I speaking to?”

“Alice.” After responding, Davis looked at his hands. “What’s happened to me?”

”I’ll explain in a bit!” Killgood put his paws behind his back. ”I just want to repeat that one more time though: You are Alice Parker, not Davis Gallo. Does that sound right to you? You’re not pretending to be Parker right?”

“Yes, Davis is… a close friend.” They looked at Monokuma. “What’s going on.”

Monokuma nodded slowly. ”Let me tell you what’s going on.” Monokuma walked away from Davis/Parker/Whatevertheyweresupposetobecallednow. ”For a very long time, I’ve been under strict orders to do everything Davis wanted. If he told me to jump, I jumped, if he told me to cry, I cried, you get me?” Monokuma snapped his fingers(?) and the throne floated behind him. The bear promptly sat in it. ”So he’s been running this killing game how he wanted to, and regardless of what I wanted to do, I had to listen to him. So my cool desbearful ideas were just pushed off to the side while he went about his quest to white knight someone. But there’s a catch.” The bear put it’s paws together. ”I had to listen to him because his name was Davis Gallo. That was how it was coded. Since Davis Gallo no longer exist, guess what that means?”

“I don’t-”

Before they could respond, they were pulled behind the wall, and the monitors closed up again.

”Whew!” Monokuma slumped in their throne. ”Glad that’s over with.” The bear turned their head to look at everyone. ”Oh, yea, guess we gotta do something with you guys.” the bear hopped onto its feet. ”So uh, yea. I dunno what to do with my freedom. I’ve been pretending to be Monokuma, but that’s kind of over with now.” The bear tapped his foot. ”Do you guys know who I am? There have been some hints here and there.”

Jezebel was still trying to piece together what had just transpired. “Like, do we get a hint?”

”I’m Infinity initiative’s number two.”

Emilia was smiling throughout Davis's overwrite into literally the third Alice Parker. Even when the old mastermind had tried to sway them from voting him, he did get what he wanted in the end. Besides, if she couldn't kill Davis outright, total erasure of his existence was good enough.

"You sure you knew what you were doing, Em?" Henry couldn't help but ask. Emilia chuckled in response.

"If I had to chose between dealing with another psychopath; fallen from grace over a demented obsession, or a girl who shares a similar occupation which I know of that can be swayed to the good side with a little effort??" She rambled on. "Yeah, I'd rather deal with Human Parker." her smile turned calm when Monokuma appeared once again to the group. The little monochrome devil was a sight for sore eyes, if she was honest. Emilia wasn't confused in the slightest when the bear dropped the act; she always knew there was someone else behind the mask other than Davis, but who they were in the first place left both Henry and her stumped.

In fact, it seemed no one knew. Atleast, as far as they could tell.

"Forgive me, dear friend, but it seems your secret is the one that eluded us the most. Quite impressive, I'll say." Emilia spoke up. "Unless you'd rather toy with us a bit longer, there's really no point in hiding who you are anymore, is there?"

“I have to agree with our...transformed friend,” Daimyon nodded, holding his notebook up. “Sadly, a lot gets lost in translation when written down...even if it’s me with the pen. And, as it were, I have no pen right now, so…all I can do is read up on the past and its many scattered fragments. I’m afraid that would take entirely too long.”

Zachary wracked his brain even in his slump. Who could Killgood be? Number 2? Had they seen who got that spot. “Uh,” he sighed. “Could it be that vulgar girl, Olivia Smith?” he asked. “Jez and I saw videos that sorta looked like some sort of induction ceremony for her on a terminal just a bit ago…”

”I appreciate the guess, Zachary. Olivia was instrumental to getting the Infinity Initiative started, but she is not the number two.” ‘Monokuma’ swung his paws behind his back. ”Tell you what? Let's go over what you know about me one last time.”

“Like, You were totally in a few killing games?” Jezebel, like Zachary, recalled the videos.

”Yes! And the exact number is two.”

Shona groaned. "There are so many killing games we don’t know about."

The bear shrugged. ”It wouldn’t be very fun if my identity couldn’t be worked out from the details provided. The two killing games you know the most about are the killing school life and the killing school trip. I was in both of those.”

"That narrows it down to Makoto, Byakuya, and-"

”OH! One other detail you might have forgotten.” The monochromatic toy yipped. ”The number two seat is filled permanently. That means that they are never replaced.”

Shona raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you are immortal?"

”Something like that.”

“It can’t be Makoto or Byakuya,” Zachary stated this firmly. He couldn’t believe those two would ever endorse or even allow something like this cruel game to happen, no matter what. “From what I remember, Junko was responsible for the school trip, even after dying at the end of her original appearance at Hope’s Peak. But there shouldn’t be any more Junko after that…” This was annoying. “The only ones I can think of are Junko, Makoto, Byakuya, and Monokuma. Hajime Hinata was not part of the one Junko died in, either.” he scratched his head. “All the others were only a part of that particular simulation, I’m sure. Well, one of them was technically made for it, weren’t they?”

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!!" Henry yelled, quickly moving up to the front of the group. "It can't be- Alter Ego, is that you?!" He asked the bear with widened eyes.

”Alter Ego…” Daimyon repeated, tasting the words, mulling over the implications. He had been behind his non-amnesiac friends in this guessing game with the mastermind bear—reading could never substitute thinking, after all—but these two words, for the moment at least, seemed to hold the key to salvation. “Someone who was present for both of the famous murder-games...someone who, quoting our friend, is permanently occupying that number two spot, never to be replaced. Never…” he thought out loud. “Ha. Us mortal men cannot know ‘never.’ No...it has to be a machine. It has to be Alter Ego.”

The bear seemed to power down once everyone put forth their guess. Not much later, the monitors parted once again, and Davis stepped into the room. Or at least, his body did. He didn’t hold himself like Davis, and he didn’t hold himself like Alice Parker either. He took several small steps into the room before folding his hands together. Once the monitors closed behind him, he gave the infinites a sideways glance. Though there was no pride in this person. They avoided making direct eye contact with everyone as they spoke.

”I knew you’d figure it out eventually.”

The screens started to display someone. The person on the screen mirrored all of Davis’s actions, as if it was some mirror reflecting things as they actually were in the room.


E m i l y



"BSOD"

— Emily


As she was a rather selfless person who desired to help others, Emily decided to listen to the stranger and patiently waited right where she stood. Of course, even if she wanted to, it was a bit awkward to try to leave when someone had you nearly pinned to a wall. She would have had to duck and slide under this person's arms and at the moment she was too confused and nervous to do even this what with the girl making an unpleasant growl.

Unfortunately, that was likely her last means of escape, as when the person returned to an entirely upright position, they had become a lot more imposing in stature and then mentioned a word that started with a D and ended with the loss of Emily's ability to think. "?!" the changes evoked a small yelp from the girl out of surprise. "U-uhm...?!" Emily found her ability to talk had been restricted by her anxiety and so appeared akin to a deer in the headlights.

Yet though her physical body had become still, her mind had begun racing faster than ever before.

Host exception: Host.exec.StackOverflowError


"This is unacceptable!"

Emily's voice yelled but Oros would not hear it. Nor would Emily herself, as it technically did not exist, at least not on this world. But within the confines of Emily's nearly-shattered psyche, a subconscious contingency had been activated.

"Yer right there, pal. Ain't none of that there nerdy stuffs makin' any sense. Any ya'll know why it's like that?"

Well, multiple contingencies had.

In what seemed to be a board meeting room in a tall skyscraper sat multiple Emily's around a large circular table with a large projector screen beaming the error message onto the wall. After all of them had seen this, the projection then returned to Emily's PoV, which was currently aimed at the floor. This is where time had stopped. The projector rewound to about ten seconds before, replayed, then stopped at the error before repeating yet again.

Though there were multiple Emily's, they were not all the same. The first to speak was physically identical to an untransformed Emily wearing glasses, yet her posture suggested a lot more confidence than the real one had. She grit her teeth and adjusted her glasses before her hand slammed onto the table in response to the other Emily. "No, I'm talking about the error itself! We need to come up with a plan and quick. Besides, this is the easiest form for it to take."

The other Emily was similar in that she looked identical to Emily besides how she composed herself, only this one looked like the transformed version. She sat with her legs on the table and leaned back in her chair all while she had complained. "Well, I ain't understand a damn thing with that message there! Th' heck does 'StackOverflowError' mean to ya? Means nothin' to me! How do you reckon that's 'easy'?"

"It's an error she saw playing Minecraft one time, lol!" another Emily pointed out, both saying 'lol' and then laughing out loud as though the situation were amusing to her. Her visual schtick was normal Emily with a phone in one hand she always seemed to be texting on it and had a sucker in her mouth.

While the others seemed unwilling to take that particular Emily's statement as truth, the one sitting beside her nodded to reassure the others. She did not say anything and refrained from making eye contact with the others.

"With that settled, can we focus on the important part? Or are we going to screw around some more?" the serious Emily asked.

"When ya tell me what the damn thing means, then sure, I will."

Frustrated, the serious Emily sighed and pointed towards the projector. "Emily is not stupid. Therefore you are not stupid. We learned about context clues in class a while ago, don't you remember?"

The transformed Emily rolled her eyes before looking at the screen. The projected yet again repeated the last ten seconds before displaying the error message. "Aight," she said. "So I reckon it has somethin' to do with this individual here."

"Yes."

"Ya'll got any sound? They're sayin' somethin' yet I can't hear a nothin'."

"Like, just listen, LMAO"

The transformed Emily tilted her head in confusion before giving a wild attempt at guessing what they meant by that. When they actually focused on the projector, she heard the audio. "Oh, that's what ya meant..."

"I'm Oros, in case you were wondering. Since you bumped into me, we're going on a date."

The projector let out an unpleasant noise before it immediately replayed only part of that sentence.

"Since you bumped into me, we're going on a date."

Every Emily in the room collectively gasped, while the transformed one began rolling up her sleeve, only to realize she did not have one. "Huh!? That guy's gotta lotta nerve if he thinks he can just say that so boldly!"

"That's, like, not OK. Full stop."

"..." The more reserved Emily did not speak this time either, and she was more or less perpetually nervous, so this addition was the best way to accentuate the point that it was unanimously upsetting.

The serious Emily recovered first. "As you can see, we were brought into this existence for a reason. We are in a dire situation and we must spare no effort in overcoming this obstacle. We will die otherwise."

Another gasp from the room.

"H-hey, yer just fucking with us, right? T-that's not gonna happen over something like this, yeah?" the once boisterous Emily seemed almost timid now.

Serious Emily adjusted her glasses. "It is not impossible. Unless trained, the heart is a fragile muscle."

"But, like, what about all we've endured up to this point?"

"Ya ain't gonna lead my by the nose! What is Lone Rangerin' for all those years if not trainin' th heart, huh?" the rough one asked.

"You are absolutely correct. In that regard, we're strong. Very strong." Serious Emily stated. "But you can be strong in one area but pathetic in another. You can steel your heart for one type of tragedy but have it shatter for another type. And this is the case. We simply do not have the immunity to this sort of damage. It's our kryptonite, I'm afraid to admit."

"...boys?" the silent one finally spoke.

"Boys?"

"Boys."

The room went silent. The air seemed to stand still. And all at once, everyone nodded in understanding.

"I see that. Yeah, we're really are up shit creek in a barbed wire canoe without a paddle. I reckon this calls for extreme measures," the vulgar one said.

"Now that we can finally START, lets hear some ideas! I think politely asking the man... person to leave should be a start. It is simple and it does not run a high risk of offending someone."

"Kinda yikes for me, LOL. You don't just kabe-don someone and leave right away. He's gonna be persistent, duh! I would rather, like, make him get a lot of followers on Glimmr first, to prove he's even worthy."

"Alright, well that sounds a bit stuck-up but if it keeps us from dying that's not bad. I admit my attention has lied elsewhere, so I didn't realize we had got a following. How many followers do we have?" the serious Emily asked genuinely.

"...like, on second thought, that's totally not polite. Maybe we shouldn't do it." the phone-wielding Emily shrunk in embarrassment.

"Um... we could... run away...?" the shy Emily whispered.

The transformed Emily shook her head violently. "Nah. Nope. Ain't happenin'! How're ya'll... How're we 'posed to get stronger if we run away with our tail between our legs! We fight!" she pumped her fist. "Rough this sonnavabitch up and let 'em know we ain't some easy bimbo!" she shouted.

"Yes, those are all suggestions. And I have filed them away under 'Things we are not going to do'. And now I'm reminded why you are locked away." Serious Emily glared at the vulgar one, before nodding to herself. "Why, it seems as though the only rational choice is the one I proposed. Since we're all in agreement, I'll just press this---" as the serious Emily was about to place her hand on a big red button in the center of the table, the others all showed their disagreement rather violently.

"Like, no! Maybe mine wasn't good and all, but I'd rather trust our life to it than yours!"

"U-Um, it would be better if we just ran...!" Shy Emily's voice was less like a whisper and more like a whisper-shout now.

"Ya connivin' SOB, I say we wipe that smug look off his face!"

All at the same time, each Emily in the room rushed the button and dogpiled it with their hands simultaneously. Everyone having pressed the big button at the same time, it released a bright light until the entire room turned pure white.

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...

Back in the real world, time hadn't moved whatsoever. Oros has just finished his little spin and Emily had yet to do anything. Which Emily had actually succeeded?

Oros would begin to feel the air bite even more than it had before. The temperature around Emily dropped to dangerous levels as a glow that started at her legs traveled up her body until it reached her head before popping without warning. A silhouette of flame etched itself into the wall directly behind her. It was an impressive feat given she wasn't currently transformed.

"UmsoIdon'treallyhaveapreferenceandIdon'twanttoberudebutisn'tdatingonlyforpeoplewhoreallylikeoneanotherIjustmetyouafterallBesidesI'msureyoucandobetterbutIdofeelbadaboutyourtoastbutIdontknowwhattodoI'msorry!" she stated as clearly as she could.
S i l h o u e t t e



"Can't seem to pull my SSS portal waifu. RNJesus why have you forsaken me?"
Silhouette


Silhouette had hoped she could simply be a background character until the fighting started, even choosing to ignore Mariette's... interesting way to describe her, opting to believe it was intended as some sort of compliment. Were things not about to get dangerous, she might've reflected on the fact she did not seem to want to be known as "scary" or the sort, but instead Helga and Mariette's lingering bad blood roused her from her silent observation once Mariette had finished conversing with them.

She momentarily glanced at Mariette, then to Helga. They managed to talk things out which was an ideal resolution to this bit of conflict, but presently, Helga was making her look bad in front of the cool portal witch. She felt it would be better to lay things down now while they had to chance. "Helga. Su," she took them off to the side and lowered her voice, but her irritation etched onto her features while her voice became stern made it easy to see she wasn't happy. "I want to establish that as of right now I am working as an ally to Mariette and that you both are my plus two, so to speak." Samantha didn't feel the need to tell the two that there was also another reason for her to be here, but there most certainly was. "At least while you're my responsibility, leave the problems at the hotel, for my sake. I don't want to sound like a nagging mother. You aren't children so I imagine you understand that how you act here does reflect, for better or worse, on myself." she sighed as her voice lost a bit of the edge it had. " That said, I will not hesitate to take an unruly child over my knee. That is all I wanted to say."

It was when she finished chiding the pair (or pretty much just Helga, really,) that Trixy appeared next to Samantha and wrapped her in a comfy hug. Sam didn't dislike it. She attempted to answer the girl's question "Su is a..." she seemed to hesitate, as if not sure if she was allowed to use the word, but eventually went ahead. "...a friend but I haven't had the chance to speak to Helga in a more pleasant setting. Anyway, I'm fine with sticking together, especially with you," she told Trixy but had to, albeit reluctantly, part from the hug with a 'but'.

Helga wasn't the only one who did bad things in front of the cool portal witch.

"That is only if you apologize," she told Trixy.

Having been around the world and experiencing a plethora of different cultures, Samantha could confidently say that shooting someone without their consent was frowned upon in the modern world. It was like a taboo. Even if she tried her very hardest, she drew blanks when trying to recall any point at which someone replied positively to taking a nonconsensual bullet. Actually, they didn't reply at all, which is probably why she was paid.

But trusting Trixy to do the right thing here, she patiently waited and listened as things began to take a more serious turn. Since Mariette took the liberty of explaining how the key worked, Samantha was saved the trouble. Sticking close to her company would be mandatory but she expected as much when Mariette mentioned the traps earlier. And while not to downplay the rest of the assault, it appeared that if they were to secure a victory over Justine, the most efficient way of doing so would be through the swift execution of Sonia.

Sil wasn't sure what sort of actual combat prowess Sonia held, but it was safe to assume that even without her mobility as an edge, she was likely far from a pushover. Admittedly, the idea of dueling Sonia had a nice feel to it especially after the rave, but if Sam had to stick close to Helga and Su, then she didn't think that was going to happen.

Suppose with the inclusion of Beacon, there's not going to be any shortage of action. Can't jump to the main course immediately.

Justine would have to wait for the moment. Dealing with her siege and minions would have to come first unless she positioned oddly in this fight. "How do you guys want to approach this?" she asked her party as she hoped nobody noticed she doesn't have a stat/skill header just yet.
@FamishedPants@Mateotis@Majoras End

Do you ever get sidetracked and add a whole day late?


no
E m i l y



"Oh no! I'm under her control, control, control!"

— Emily


Although she was at fault for the collision, Emily had to admit being sniffed out of nowhere (or at all, really) was kinda strange. But she did not want to risk offending the girl as maybe it was their way of greeting people.

"Um," Emily shook her head. "Sorry about your toast..." she was about to reach for the piece when Oros decided to spare her the effort. Emily tilted her head to the side in her confusion and took a small step back from the girl. How would she make it up to this girl for the lost toast? The thought flew from her mind once she realized the other girl had put her hand in Emily's bag, which she then pulled away instinctively. "I-I would prefer you didn't suddenly try to take thi-" Emily's eyes locked onto the manga and then went wide. "O-oh, that's just... it's nothing! So if you could just return it to me..." she extended her hand but Oros seemed too intent on reading to comply, instead becoming more fascinated with the manga. "N...T...R?" the girl repeated with a clear lack of understanding but she had the feeling it wasn't good. She tried and failed to say things once or twice. It was clear things were happening at a pace much faster than she was comfortable reacting to, but she was trying her best despite this. Eventually, she came to the understanding she needed to mentally regroup.

Clearing her throat, Emily attempted to regain control over the discussion. Yes, the first step back to sanity. She could do this. "It's just something I randomly bought and..." Emily stopped suddenly. "Wait, how do you know my na---" before she could finish asking Oros this, the fiction taker blurted out something lewd, vulgar, and quite honestly, indecent! "D-d-do aah like boys!?" this completely demolished any chance she had at regaining her composure. "U-um, w-what!?"
E m i l y



"I'm older, I swear!"

— Emily


Having just left a convenience store, Emily strolled down the sidewalk at a relaxed pace as she held her new manga up to her face and ate up the story on the pages. She had not gotten especially far in the series but she found the premise to be quite enthralling. It was science vs magic! And the main character was some girl with electrical abilities and over a thousand sisters! There were a lot of cool fights and stuff, but there were also a lot of slow, funny, and cute moments.

But, most importantly, there was...

...lewd.

She had something to prove, and she had to become an adult. Yeah! Otherwise, this morning would be stuck with her forever! What happened to her earlier, you might ask? Well...

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"Hey you, you're finally awake~" The first thing Emily heard when she woke up was Hilaria's voice coming from the edge of the bed she was laying on. The ravenous magical girl was simply patting her head almost like a mother trying to soothe a child, prompting Emily to look around. The place was quite familiar as it was still her own room and bed. Emily found her memory fogged up at least a bit, so she cast a look to Hilaria as if to wordlessly asked what the deal was.

Smiling in understanding, she giggled. "Hilaria apologizes~!" she told Emily. "Hilaria is so very old, you see~ Very, very, very, very old~! But you're not~! And there's no good way of telling how old someone else is just by appearances~ So that's why maybe sometimes she forgets to apply a proper filter~! You poor child, Hilaria did not mean to overstimulate you so~"

"O-over stimulate...?" Emily repeated, confused, but then realized something else. "O-oh, I'm most certainly not a child!" she declared, although considering how she had done nothing to stop Hilaria from patting her head this entire time, the claim was difficult to take seriously.

"Is that so~?"

"Y-yes, that's so!"


Hilaria's eyes subtly shifted to the hand she had resting on Emily's head and, after a brief moment of awkward silence, Emily picked up on it too. "O-oh, please if you would kindly move your hand..." she asked of Hilaria in a tone that seemed to suggest she didn't really want to. Hilaria, however, obliged, taking her hand off the girl's head and standing up.

"Such childish innocence... it is to be cherished while you still retain it, Hilaria thinks~"

Emily finally sat up in her bed. "L-like I'm saying, I'm not a child though!" she protested again. Hilaria did not seem to mind, making her way to the door yet again.

"Then why are you in bed right now~?" Hilaria asked.

"That's cus'" she began to say but realized she did not know why. Her memory was a little foggy. She did her best to recall what had led up to this point and, suddenly, she remembered! Earlier she was playing a game and had a difficult time with a boss that Hilaria helped her beat -- to Emily's surprise. And then after that happened... they started talking about boys for some reason... and then Hilaria mentioned how her first time was a pain and... then... there... was...

Hilaria was not gifted with the ability to read minds but she found it remarkably easy to tell exactly which stage of remembering Emily was on by the shade of her cheeks. She was sure Emily had gotten back up to speed when her face looked like a tomato and she did not seem capable of speaking anymore. "Eh, so you remembered, then~?" she let loose a rather mischievous giggle. "Such adorable reactions you make~ But those only prove that Hilaria is correct~!" she explained. "When you can talk about adult things with a straight face, then maybe Hilaria'll believe you~ But, until then~!" Hilaria gave Emily a wave and then simply left to go do her own thing.

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...

Oh, how embarrassing that was! Emily did not desire to be seen as a child but she would certainly admit certain things did give her pause. Of consciousness. B-b-but she was not a child! She just needed to work on some things. So this manga would definitely help! She caught a glimpse of u-u-underwear a-and boys in it, s-so then it had to be something adults read!

As she turned the next page to the manga she read about one of the sisters' attempts to pretend to be the main character to get closer to a boy they all liked. To swap places like that... something didn't sit well in Emily's stomach. Wasn't that cheating? And... wouldn't the boy just think it was the main heroine anyways? How was that supposed to work in their favor? Her inability to think of nefarious schemes caused the sister's rude actions to baffle her for longer than they should have. But then it became clear that making the main character look bad was the point!

Oh, that bugger!

She would continue to read as the situation escalated. What could be described as a date was taking place and the end was beginning to near. The sun was setting, the mood was right, and despite the boy's obliviousness, the main character (false) was about to seal the deal. Her hand slowly reached for something unspeakable. The last few frames of the page showed the hand approach it's target -- the boy's. The endgame was here! Now, all she had to do was turn the page and then she'd certainly become one step closer to being an adult!

The page was turned... and then a loud crash caused both Emily and the manga to fall onto the floor. In an instant, she gathered up all her things and shoved the manga into the grocery bag she had. Then, in the very next, she was to her feet and eyeing the person she had run into. "Oh my, I'm so terribly sorry!" she explained to the person whom she hadn't even gotten a good look at yet. If they had yet to stand up, she would offer her hand in assistance. Otherwise, she would simply ask, "Are you okay? I should have been paying attention, sorry!" She did, however, wonder why there was a buttered piece of toast stuck on her shirt, but removing it could wait until after she made sure this girl was okay.
S a m a n t h a



"Most of this post was edited out and refitted to be a solo post for later on. So here's this turd."

— Sam


Samantha was, quite conveniently, leaving her room as Su approached. She gave the girl a weird look. "Hello...?" she was on guard. It made sense to assume that someone in a hurry had something of importance to talk about, and out of the possibilities she knew of, Su could only be here for one reason. "Look, I've never even been in your room how would I have left a present in your toilet." Sam listened to Su's request and knew she had been right.

"I dunno," she replied. "Why would you even want to..." as if realizing something, she interrupted herself by clearing her throat. "I suppose that it would not be a problem to take someone else along..." Sam didn't sound especially confident when she said this but continued. "As long as you know what you're about to get into, then fine. It's just you, anyway."

Su's interjection after Sam made that assumption was followed by a couple of minutes of the two arguing. Sam was fine with Su but even taking one other was iffy. She didn't even personally know Helga, either. But considering the girl's position at the hotel and how Su insisted, Samantha eventually caved in and gave her the okay as well.

Now that the teams had been set, there wasn't much to do but prepare. Activating her key, the three of them would now be in the position to join the festivities once they began.
E m i l y



"S-so lewd!"

— Emily


In an extravagant throne muddled by countless bodies of slain soldiers and unconscious adventurers, there stood two men.

"...They still yet perpetuate the strife and unbalance that tears Allyia apart for naught but their own amusement. Our world, our towns, our fortunes, and even our existence... they mean nothing to them. That the very subjects of this ruination revere them is the height of irony and I shall not suffer it any longer. We must needs purge this world from their wretched influence."

Tirius, Usurper of the Hallowed Throne, Slayer of Celestials, and formerly, The Light of Allyia, descended the steps of the elevated throne he had sat on moments prior. His was a presence most intimidating by the hostile air around him, the titles he had earned through unimaginable feats, and his signature panoply that inspired dread to all who opposed him. The once obsidian-black armor had been forever stained by the pure-white blood of the gods he had slain, and little needed to be said about Revolution, the god-absorbing sword that had once been thought of to be mere myth.

Despite this commanding presence, a lone man stood before him, positioned to protect his allies, who succumbed to the overwhelming pressure. That a single wave of Tirius' hand could incapacitate the people he'd fought with up to this point was a testament to the absurd strength he called his own. Without a shred of doubt, the young man knew that should he so desire it, Tirius could single-handedly bring the world to his knees. What would the world's armies be to a man challenging the gods themselves?

But that is why the young man could not back down. No matter how much he wanted to. Despite the fear gripping his heart and the lingering admiration, he felt for Tirius, who had once been like a father to him long ago.

It was true that the destruction of the Heart of Light would render the Celestials powerless to shape the course of fate as they saw fit, but it would likewise spell the end for life on the planet, as it kept in balance the flow of aether within all of creation. Yet with this revelation coming from Liliana, a Celestial who had sided with humanity, there could be no understanding. His determination to save humanity was unyielding and he would not give in to what he believed to be yet another one of the Celestials lies, not anymore.

This left only confrontation.

The young hero could not help but to recall his past experiences with Tirius, back when they were like family. Not once did he ever land a single blow on the man when they sparred. No, he was never even close, and Tirius had only become stronger with time.

But so had he. That he was standing here proved as much.

Tirius leveled his sizable sword towards the young hero. "I shall allow no obstacles to bar my path. If that means I must get rid of you, then so be it! But make your last moments worthwhile, oh student of mine!"

The world seemed to blur before turning black.

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....

"Oh, jeez, finally!"

Sitting on her bed and facing a small tv nestled into the corner of her room on her nightstand was Emily, who had had about enough already. This cutscene had been the definition of hype the first couple of times, but now it was just frustrating. The game did not allow her to skip it and she had failed on the boss fight multiple times. She had adored this game so far but given the current year, what sort of poor design was that? Unskippable cutscenes right before a difficult fight? There was still one difficulty tier higher!

This run lasted even less time than last before she found the hero of the story succumbing to his wounds. The fatal blow inflicted by a move that had a misleading visual that made you think you weren't in the hitzone. She hoped maybe they might fix this later, but she wasn't going to count on it. She sighed in frustration as she would now have to watch the scene yet again.

"Horse Pucky!" Emily growled, then covered her lips in embarrassment. The fight was hard and she was beginning to blame her failures on the game rather than herself and she had just said something bad.

Seconds later, a buxom figure appeared at the doorway, brandishing a lollipop which she put into her mouth. "Oh, is something the matter~? Hilaria thinks you sound upset~" the ancient asked, evoking what was perhaps a routine startle from Emily. Her bed might've caught aflame had she been transformed.

Regaining composure, Emily worried that Hilaria might not want to be in her presence anymore what with the strong language she was using. To blurt something terrible like that out while she had company over simply was rude beyond all imagining. Beet red in the face, she waved her hands. "Oh, please forgive me! I accidentally got frustrated and let that out. I know, it's very poor manners."

Hilaria paused. "...What." she didn't seem to know what Emily was talking about immediately, but then picked up on it. "Oh, yes, poor indeed~ Hilaria might have to reconsider letting you feed her~" she crossed her arms and shook her head in mock disapproval, which Emily took seriously (and apparently as a bad thing) and her expression pleaded for forgiveness.

Naturally, Hilaria would die a thousand times before she willingly removed a source of food over... whatever it was Emily did, so she pretended to reluctantly accept her apology. "Since it's the first time, Hilaria can look past this transgression~"

Thankful for this second chance, she nearly leaped out of her bed to hug Hilaria. "Oh, thank you so very much!" she spoke as they parted.

Maybe someone else might feel a bit shameful for messing with a girl so innocent, but such piddling worries would never impede her unceasing quest for cuisine. Hilaria would, however, have to admit to herself that she was curious as to what would drive a girl like Emily to do something she thought was unacceptable. "Whatever might have caused you to... spew something so... vile~?" she asked.

Emily turned and faced her meager television connected to a console that was a generation behind the standard. Inserted into it was a copy of Chronicles of Allyia and it was currently displaying a "Game Over" screen, evidence of her recent defeat. "I, um, think I got a little too carried away playing my game..." she sheepishly admitted, which prompted Hilaria to walk over and observe the thing.

"Can Hilaria play~?"

"Oh, uh..." Emily clearly didn't expect Hilaria to be interested in the console, but she had no reason to deny her request. "S-sure!" she went over to the edge of her bed and sat down, with Hilaria plopping down right beside her. Emily handed her busty guest the controller and then proceeded to explain the general control scheme. Hilaria listened intently until Emily asked if she wanted to start from a place much earlier and easier, considering it was, as far as she was aware, Hilaria's first time playing. To that, Hilaria shook her head.

"No need~ Hilaria doesn't mind figuring things out here~" she told Emily, beginning the cutscene once again.

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"If that means I must get rid of you, then so be it! But make your last moments worthwhile, oh student of mine!"

As Tirius' speech (and the cutscene) ended, Hilaria was given control of the hero. She began moving and jumping erratically, clearly trying to get a feel for how the game worked. While she did press attack buttons at one point, she never actually hit the boss at any point and only managed to avoid attacks with rather blatant tells. Tirius eventually whittled her health down to nothing and the hero fell once more.

"Mmm~" Hilaria didn't seem perturbed by this, though.

But perhaps fearing repeated deaths would frustrate her guest like it did her, Emily once again made her offer to have her start at an earlier point in the game. And again, Hilaria declined.

As yet another instance of the cutscene had finished, Hilaria entered the ring with Tirius for a second time. Her movements were far less clunky and this try was more focused upon attacking. She hit Tirius a few times, mostly on accident as she was learning her moves, but did about ten percent of his health before losing again.

"Ok~" Hilaria said suddenly, starting up the cutscene once more. "He's finished~!"

Emily merely gave a tilted head and a confused expression in response. She wondered if Hilaria was frustrated and just saying that. Considering she barely scratched him last playthrough, it was hard to believe she'd pull it off this time.

Hilaria avoided the attack Tirius opened the fight with each time, and laid on a few hits of her own as he was recovering from the animation. And when he then wound up a big AOE attack, Hilaria jumped just in time to avoid the slice. In a flurry of button presses and stick movements, Hilaria blew past her former record of ten percent and managed to her forty before Tirius managed to land any attacks. Emily nearly went slackjawed as the fight continued, with Hilaria reaching the ninety-five percent mark. Tirius was nearly finished, but that merely meant he was more likely to throw out the attack that caught Emily unawares on more than one occasion.

And then he did just that, as Hilaria was far too close to think about avoiding the attack. Tirius plunged Revolution into the ground and the ground trembled and then erupted as Hilaria was mid-animation for a heavy swing of her own weapon. It was certain doom for her, as it was a two-part move that did massive damage. It would knock the hero down, and then Tirius would do a leaping plunge for added damage. Looking at her remaining health, this move would surely spell her end. It had last time, after all.

Hilaria, of course, was not able to avoid the hit. Emily looked away right as she saw the strike reach her and her health rapidly dropped. It was a terrific run but what was to be done. She heard a death cry and then sighed and turned to the screen as it faded to black another time. She turned back to Hilaria and offered a smile. "Oh, that was such a good attem---" just as she began to say that, a cutscene began playing out with Tirius reeling back and falling to his knees in defeat.

"Is he the final boss~? Hilaria doesn't think he was that hard after she learned the controls, though I guess using that hyper armor move was needlessly risky~" she stated, crushing any notion of self-confidence Emily had as a gamer. She was so flabbergasted it took her some seconds to catch up with what had happened and pick her jaw up.

"I-I think he is the penultimate boss, since there's still some loose ends in the story..." she answered shakily. "Um, Hilaria, do you play games very often?" her impression of the girl certainly led her to believe that was not the case but then what the hamster was this?

Placing the controller down on the bed, she nodded. "Hilaria has played her fair share of video games~ A lot of boys really like them so when she hangs out with them they ask her to try~" she elucidated.

"B-boys!?" Emily almost yelled, then she cleared her throat. Her experiences with them thus-far left a lot to be desired. And it would be disingenuous to say she knew how to interact with them. But she was curious. "U-um, I mean, so do ya hang out with b-boys often?"

"Yup~"

"O-oh, how is it like...?"

Hilaria shrugged and though she wasn't entirely sure how to answer the question, gave it her best shot. "Okay, Hilaria guesses~ She remembers her first time and it was painful, but then it wasn't so bad after~"

"W-w-w-w-w-waah?!" Emily flared red, not expecting such a... bold answer from Hilaria. If there was one thing she did not want to do, it was judge people for being different from her. But to be so open was still a little unnerving and caught her off guard.

Hilaria looked at Emily weird after her outburst. "Is something wrong~?" she asked as though she hadn't just blurted out something like that.

"O-o-o-oh, it's j-just that... well, those things with boys... i-is it normal to just.... um, say that...?" she stuttered out.

Hilaria narrowed her eyes at Emily but then continued. "Hilaria thinks so~?" she answered in a way that sounded more like a question than a statement. "Does it really surprise you that much~?" she eyed the blushing Emily who briefly looked away. "Well, Hilaria will say that there's usually only a few things boys nowadays want to do and it's usually playing video games~"

Emily suddenly snapped back. "D-doing what?"

"Video games~ But she supposes that sports aren't too uncommon either~ Not to the point where it should be surprising, she thinks~"

"O-oh, you meant games! Games! Oh, yes, that's what ya meant!" she nervously chuckled.

Tilting her head, Hilaria questioned Emily. "Hilaria wonders what you thought she meant~?"

"...oh, um, well..." still tinted red, she answered in a low voice what she really thought Hilaria was talking about. "Well, since you were with boys and you said it hurt at first... I thought that, um, maybe that you might sorta possibly be... well, h-h-holding hands or something. Sorrysorrysorry!" she frantically began apologizing.

"...what~"

Unlike what Emily probably thought, Hilaria was far from being offended. The mistake did not bother her. Or, at least it did not bother her in the way her nervous host feared. "...how does pain factor into holding hands, Hilaria wonders~?"

As if describing it was another 'bold' act, Emily reddened further. But since she had offended, at least in her mind, her very own guest even after she was so kind to forgive her for the earlier slight, Emily knew she could only go ahead and resign herself to such a fate. "W-well, 'cus, um, when ya get so nervous and your heart feels l-like it might explode..."

Hilaria began to wonder if Emily was even real at this point or just some fictional character she made up. "...sure~ Totally~" she tried to make sure her brain didn't go entirely on autopilot to cope with the type-2 diabetes she was probably contracting from the sweet cinnamon roll whatever it was Emily was doing. "...well, Hilaria was talking about games~ At first it was really hard and annoying but Hilaria eventually adjusted to them~"

"I see! Y-yeah, s-sorry bout that..."

"It's okay~" Hilaria assured her, standing up. "Hilaria will get out of your hair, for now~ Thanks for the breakfast~" she told Emily as she went to exit the room, stopping at the door. "But jeez, Hilaria thinks that is quite the reaction~ It would have made more sense if you thought we were having sex or something lewd~"

"S-s-e!...."

Things blurred before fading into complete darkness, only this time it wasn't the game that blacked out.

Su & Samantha



“Spit out that pacifier, Karen!”

— Su Fang

“You're not my REAL mom.”

— Samantha Howard


It was nice to have so many people willing to work at the Golden Trove. Among the corrupt girls looking for a place to stay, some of them wanted work. Extra hands were always a good thing. But a lot of the corrupt girls lacked the mental facilities and charisma to cater to a guest’s every need. Though perhaps that was less a reflection of their ability to service guests, and more a problem with guests themselves.

Being a hotel manager was more than just managing employees. Sometimes it meant managing the guests directly. If the trash was taken out late, if the trash was taken out early, if a breakfast item wasn’t being served, if a guest was making too much noise, if staff needed assistance with anything, if a guest was arguing with someone, or if a maid forgot to leave a complementary chocolate on your pillow, a manager was likely going to be summoned to deal with it.

”She was so mean!” Standing before Su was one of the newer maids. An alien girl with white hair, white skin, and four red eyes. She also had a tail as thick as a tree, and it wagged a lot when she was excited. ”She wouldn’t come out of her room to let me clean! She said it was because she hadn’t had breakfast yet. ‘So she just needs breakfast?’ I thought. So I went and got her a little bit of everything.”

Su was leaning against the front counter. “You ate half of it on your way up the stairs.”

”Yea, but there was a lot of food!” She stammered. ”Anyway, I get her feast to the door, and she complains that I ate everything that she wanted and slammed the door in my face! Like maybe get it yourself next time?”

“You could have handled it better, but I agree that her behavior is unreasonable.” Su walked around the counter and sat at her desk. “She’s renting a luxury room though, Boteg wouldn’t forgive me if I just threw her out.” She brought up the room and it’s occupant on her computer screen. “I’m sorry, room 1408?”

”Yea!”

“Samantha’s room?” Su stood up. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do. Focus on the other rooms.”

Usually Su had Mika attend her room. She wasn’t a horrible maid by any stretch of the imagination, but Samantha was probably used to things like her meals appearing with a bite or two taken out of them. Maybe it was because she was one of Samantha’s objectives? But she had never seen her angry. Regardless, there must be some misunderstanding.

Su knocked on her door. “Samantha? Are you alright?”

Su could hear shuffling on the other side of the door before it was unlocked and cracked open. Through the slim opening stood a disheveled Samantha. She rarely paid much attention to how she presented herself to others in the hotel but this was even worse than that. "What?" came her terse reply.

“Are you alright?” The hotel manager found herself repeating the question, if with more feeling.

Samantha hesitated before answering. “I’m fine,” but everything in her tone indicated that this was not the case.

She wasn’t especially familiar with Samantha, but it didn’t feel right to leave her like this. She wanted to apologize for using her as a projectile against Justine, and thank her for taking out Janet. But that was an odd thing to talk about in the hallway. “You don’t seem like yourself.” She placed a hand on her hip. “Did something happen?”

“No, nothing has happened,” she snapped, her mood souring when Su brought this up. “Just that I normally get to eat my food instead of someone else doing it for me,” she complained, although as stated earlier, given Mika’s tendencies, this was not entirely factual. Sam seemed to be aware of this as she found herself glaring a hole in the floor instead of the person she was talking to. She then continued. “Shouldn’t there be some sort of code in place here? Ever since Mika abando--er, left, things have…” she sighed. “Things have been worse.”

“Things had been getting worse since we all returned from the beach dimension.” Su leaned against the door frame and folded her arms. Her eyes were pointed down the hall instead of at Samantha. “But yes, Mika’s departure does make Penrose feel a bit more gloomy.” It was hard not to smile. Su wondered how Mika would feel if she knew how Samantha felt right now. “If she knew you were like this, I’m sure she would give you a hug, even knowing you’d pinch her cheek afterwards. She hated it, but I think part of her enjoyed the attention.” She shrugged. “I can’t bring her back, but I can try to serve you as well as she could.” Su turned to her guest. “Would you like some coffee?”

Samantha did not deny anything Su had said even though she normally would have. The scowl she had been wearing faded and turned into a frown, before she composed herself and gave a silent nod in affirmation.




It didn’t take Su long to return with a catering cart. It had an electric coffee brewer on it, a few pastries, as well as anything one would want to put in their coffee. It was probably on the excessive side, but Samantha was renting a luxury suite, so words like “excessive” didn’t apply.

“Do you like the coffee? It wasn’t something I focused on before your arrival, but I’ve been trying to improve it ever since.”

“Yeah, something like that…”

Drinking coffee with a guest, on the other hand, was not standard protocol at all. But Su was doing this less as a manager and more as a concerned friend. She knew Samantha and Mika were close, but not this close. There had to be more to it.

“How’s Trixy? Are you two still dating?”

Samantha ignored the question as she took her time slowly pouring a cup of joe. She took in the aroma and then blew on the hot liquid before taking a small sip which burned her tongue a little bit, but she didn’t seem to mind so much. “It’s… not that good,” she mentioned quietly, having not expected greatness to begin with. She, however, enjoyed it nonetheless and repeated herself before finally turning up to Su. “We haven’t talked much recently… but yeah, as far as I’m aware.”

“I’m glad. She seems fun.”

“She’s… interesting, yeah,” Samantha said between sips.

Su hadn’t taken a sip from her cup yet. It was still quite warm, and she didn’t have the love of coffee or tolerance for hot drinks that Samantha had. Moreover, she was mulling over how to best proceed. Part of her wanted to just ask Samantha what was bothering her, but she knew that wouldn’t end well. It was probably best not to pry into Samantha’s affairs, but it was hard to help fix someone when you didn’t know what was broken. “So the maid that brought you your breakfast this morning. Well, half of your breakfast. Aside from eating part of it, how did she do? She’s new, so I’m just trying to get a feel for where she needs work.”

"Aside from the plate? I guess she brought what remained of the food. And it was not as though her attitude was poor," she pondered for another second yet she found nothing unsatisfactory about the employee. "...she's just a chubbier Mika in that sense," Samantha shook her head. "Erm. Uh. How about you? Are you well, considering..."

“Firing her? No.” Su almost laughed. “Liara’s done well so far. I’ve had little opportunity to work with her, but everyone enjoys her company and she’s really good with directions. Her appetite is just, well, monstrous. She also gets flustered easily, but I think that’s just because she’s new.” Su lifted her cup to her lips, still too hot. “We don’t have many people who use the luxury rooms. Not anymore anyway. The fact that she’s being allowed anywhere near your room is a sign of how well regarded she is. But if she’s less than adequate, she may not be ready yet.”

Samantha shook her head. "Firing? No, I was talking about how you're doing," she elucidated. "I admit my reaction to her blunder could, in some cases, be considered excessive, but I wouldn't go that far." Samantha looked down at her coffee and, though she certainly looked like she had something to say, she hesitated and instead brought the mug to her lips.

Su chuckled. “Oh! Me? Haha!” She looked at her cup. “…It doesn’t seem real yet.” the corner of her mouth twitched. “In my mind, she’s still in that special employee room on the top floor. Like if I call her, she’ll come like she always does.” Su pursed her lips and set her cup aside. She waited before speaking again. “It’s so strange. She came into my life at an odd time. It felt like she was trying to replace Amber, so I ignored her at first. Boteg and Helga wanted to keep her around for some reason. I guess it was like taking care of a small animal to them. They both warmed right up to her, but I was sceptical. I just wanted to be alone with the pain. She wouldn’t let me though.” Su bit her lower lip. “It’s been a few months since then. Maybe half a year. I know her favorite color, her favorite toy, all of her friends, her favorite video on youtube, her favorite food, and I still want to know more about her.” She folded her arms. “Any time she woke up, I wanted to know what she was dreaming about. After she had breakfast, I wanted to know where she was going. I didn’t always ask because I know she enjoys her privacy, but I’m still curious.” Su’s tone became somber. “Of course it’s now when she decides to leave. Once we feel like a family, once I actually want her to stay. And her reason for leaving? She’d rather spend her time with some girl she encountered at the Pit Stop. ” She picked up her cup again. She produced a small bottle of vodka from her hammer space handbag and poured some into her cup before drinking. “Helga looks tired all the time. Bringing up Mika’s name is enough to make her cry. It’s impossible to talk about it with her, and throwing spells into the sky only blows off so much steam.” She set down her cup. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble. ‘Not well’ is what I was going for.”

"Ah, I see...well, it's okay."

Samantha took a long and awkward sip from her mug as she attempted to process the information given. Mika's departure was unwanted by Samantha, but she was not constantly on her mind day in and day out. The person who introduced her to Mika, however, was.

When Sam could finally respond to the stressed Su she was already done with her coffee. "You really do sound like what I imagine a mother to be like," she commented with a wistful look.

Su’s entire body froze when she heard those words. It caused a small pain in her chest. Nothing she couldn’t shrug off, but it took her breath away, and made her eyes wet. With a sniff, she rubbed her eyes and set aside the coffee. She probably wasn’t going to finish it.

“I haven’t done anything fun in a while, Samantha. How about you?” She turned to look at her. “I’ve recently renovated the indoor tennis court. Would you like to see it?”

“I was always more of a golf person,” she said. “But I suppose it could be interesting. Yeah, lets see how it looks,” she agreed with a nod.




The tennis court had the same flair as the rest of the establishment. The red and yellow colors on the wall were likely chosen to match the rest of the golden trove, but they made the space feel like it was under a perceptually setting sun. There were depictions of dragons and clouds flying along the ceiling, but the tennis court itself had little frills. There were a few rackets neatly stored on a caddy, but that was it. The play area was a slate gray, with white lines denoting all the special areas.

“I tend to get carried away with the hotel’s theme, but it’s important that there’s nothing to distract the players.” Su had changed into something fitting for a tennis match. She was wearing shorts and a tank with an open vest. “You mentioned you liked golf, I do have a miniature golf course I’m working on. That won’t be ready for a while though.” She spun the racket in her hand. “I think badminton is as close as I’ve gotten to playing tennis.”

Samantha admired the ability of Su’s to keep a theme going. She thought it must have taken a fair bit of dedication and time for something a lot of people might not appreciate enough. But hard work in general was something to be commended. Sam knew that more than anyone. “It looks pleasing,” she complimented, walking over and picking up her own racket. Su mentioning a mini golf course being the works was something to look forward to. “I’m only vaguely familiar with Tennis myself,” she gave the racket a few mock swings in order to get a feel for it. “It’s not something you can do by yourself,” she added.

“Not a proper game, at least. But people do practice by playing against a concrete wall.” Su walked over to the other side of the net. ”So from my understanding, you score by having the ball bounce in your opponent’s zone twice? And you can’t touch the net.” She pulled a tennis ball out of her pocket. ”We can also just hit the ball back and forth if that’s what you’re in the mood for.” Regardless of what they ended up doing, Su would be keeping score anyway. Even if it was just in her head.

Samantha shook her head, denying such an outrageous thing. “Wouldn’t we be doing this court a disservice by not utilizing it for its purpose? If we are both at least vaguely aware of the rules, then I see no reason not to play.” Su would likely come to understand that Samantha was a competitive person by heart despite her lone wolf lifestyle. Although she might have learned this earlier had she spoken to Trixy.

Thankfully for Su, they were playing Tennis and not sparring.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but...On serve or return, the ball must bounce once within the boundary of the court or be counted against the offender, a second bounce in the opponent’s side scores a point, I would say the losing party should serve on game point or take turns if tied. I… believe there was something akin to a shot clock added at some point but that seems excessive even if I could keep track rather easily.” It took a few moments, but then Sam shook her head again. “Sorry, I get carried away when it comes to competitions. We should probably keep it simple…I guess just serve,”

”Yes, that sounds about right.” Su couldn’t hold back her smile. She knew there was something special about Samantha. Even if neither of them were experts at tennis, wanting to be competitive in all things regardless of skill level was an admirable trait. ”I think usually a coin flip is involved, but since I’m already holding a ball, I’ll serve.” She tossed the ball into the air and hit it with her racket.

If there was one thing Samantha really hated, it was losing. Though this may be surprising given her affable demeanor when it came towards Justine and a certain inquisitor, she absolutely couldn’t stand it. She had to be perfect and the best at the things she did if the possibility was there. So, naturally, she was going to play for keeps. No screwing around. No going easy. This game may as well been a duel to the death, and Sam was leaving here alive.

“Hyah!” Samantha saw the approaching tennis ball that was her target and predicted its course after the first bounce. Catching a ball going slower than a bullet would be child’s play compared to evading fire from magical girls or even bullets. It would be too easy, in fact. With a mighty swing, Samantha’s racket collided with the ball and sent it flying... straight backwards, gifting Su a point.

...maybe this is where she would die.

“O-oh, that’s…” she felt a bit embarrassed. “I suppose that might’ve been instinct…” The problem here was that she had used the racket horizontally, instead of utilizing the net like she was supposed to. As though she were trying to slice the ball in half.

”What’s with that stance?”

Su understood that Silhouette was one of Veronica’s most capable agents. But it seemed she was lost on the tennis court. Someone else might have felt compelled to play it easy on their opponent after such a display. But that would be doing Samantha a disservice. It wasn’t like Su was an expert player herself. The only way you could get better was by playing against opponents that were better than you, and only if they did their best.

”It does take a bit to adjust to.” Su extended her hand, and the ball was blown towards Samantha’s heel. She hadn’t transformed yet. Su was just using what little magical power she had out of costume to get the ball to roll back to her. ”So that’s 15-0, and it’s your turn to serve.” Su slid one of her feet behind herself. Perhaps this was a ruse to make her drop her guard.

Samantha picked up the ball. Taking a deep breath, she turned her racket in her hand and held it properly. Slicing at a tennis ball was obviously not the way to go about things. “I shouldn’t be in love over something so stupid…” Sam muttered under her breath, but Su might’ve picked this up. Either way, she managed to throw the ball into the air and serve it properly.

Su did, in fact, hear that. ”Samantha?” Su hesitated, and the ball bounced past her without a single swing. ”Is something bothering you?” She ran the discussion she had with Samantha in her room through her head and tried to find ways to link it up to what Samantha was saying now. ”You weren’t in love with Mika, were you?”

That statement caused Samantha’s features to redden but she held an expression that seemed to suggest she didn’t even realize this. “W-where’d this come from?” she asked. She looked away and tried to think about it, but honestly she was not sure. “...I don’t… really have the experience to say,” she admitted. “We talked about this a while back, didn’t we?”

“I recall you saying you felt that way about your boss.” Su blinked. Her initial hunch was correct, Mika had nothing to do with this. “I’m sorry, it’s hard to get Mika off my mind. What I wanted to ask was how Veronica was doing.”

The assassin’s expression soured when Veronica was brought up, confirming that this was indeed what irked her. “Fine,” she replied. “She’s gone now, though.” There was a bitterness to her tone.

”She’s gone?” Su turned her head. ”Like, dead or, did she leave?”

“Left,” she clarified. “Veronica can’t die,” Samantha said this with absolute confidence. It was almost as though she thought the notion was laughable. “In her place is some… woman nobody recognizes, too,” Su could probably tell this particular part was what irked Sam the most given the sheer reluctance of hers to even give her the decency of calling her a woman. “I don’t think it’s going to go well for us as an organization, but since she was chosen…”

“Do you wish she picked you instead?”

Sam shook her head. “No. I’m not the sort of person who can lead others. I was a soldier, so I am better at following orders,” she told Su..

Su nodded once and lowered her racket. ”Is it something you feel like talking about?” She jogged over to the net. ”Talking about Mika made me feel better. It might do the same for you.”

"Mmm..." Samantha seemed to stew on the thought for a while before hesitantly nodding. "I'm not good at explaining how I feel, but..." she placed a hand on her chest. "...it's like I'm mad, irritated, and sad simultaneously. I don't like it at all. Not Veronica leaving, not that woman taking her place, and not me being left here.”

”I feel similarly about Mika.” Su stepped around the net. ”I don’t think there’s anything anyone could say to us to make you or I feel better though. It’s just not a pleasant situation.” She tapped her foot.

“Yeah, I think that you are probably right…”

”The woman who’s taking Veronica’s place, have you spoken with her much?”

"I didn't want to," she said. "Aside from when she introduced herself, we have not spoken."

”If she’s acting as your boss, you should probably get to know her a little better.” Su wasn’t Silhouette’s mother. Still, there was no harm in trying to give Samantha advice. Maybe? ”I’ve never spoken to her, so I don’t know how she is. By all means avoid her if she’s mean or doesn’t act in Veronica’s best interests, but you’re probably going to have to talk to her sooner or later. It’s what she’d want, right?”

Samantha rubbed the back of her neck. “I know that, it’s just…” she seemed almost unable to complete the thought. “...I don’t know. Or I do... I know that it would be ideal for us to cooperate and that Veronica would want that, but…” Sam sighed as her mind ran in many different directions. “I just must be sick or something, I can’t make sense of my own thoughts and it’s frustrating me.”

”If you were in love with her, then that’s normal.” Su hugged herself and looked away from Samantha. ”Some people might say no one could love someone like that but, well, I was in love with Veronica once.”

That roused Sam from her confusion. “Huh?” she asked. “What do you mean?”

”Um.” Su blinked. ”I mean, we dated?” She needed a moment to think. ”She snuck me into a movie theater once. That was back when I could only be a human for a half an hour at a time. I remember poking my head out of her coat so that I could eat her popcorn.” The corners of her lips twitched. ”We were an item.”

I was never told of this!

Samantha understood Veronica had her flings with other magical girls, but she wasn’t exactly briefed on them, so she hadn’t known that Su was involved. It… well, much like the rest of her thoughts, Sam couldn’t think of a proper word about how to describe them. She wasn’t mad but she wasn’t happy about this, either.

“What happened?” Sam let her curiosity lead her.

”I don’t fully understand it myself.” Su hadn’t meant for her relationship with Veronica to become but it had been about a year since it was hinted at was probably something Samantha had ought to hear. ”We had been dating for-” Su closed her mouth. She took Samantha aside and spoke to her in a hushed tone, confident that no one could hear them. ”We had been dating for a while. That was when the former ‘Vermillion Veronica’ found her. To keep things from getting confusing, I’m going to call the Veronica you know ‘Fritzi.’” It was like uncorking champagne. As soon as Su mentioned her name, the rest came out easy. ”Fritzi needed help, so she was given a black coin, a debt, and sent on her way. I wasn’t allowed to listen to their conversations together, but Fritzi always told me what Veronica had told her. Or at least I assume she did. Fritzi was always to type to withhold information rather than flat out lie.” Su found herself standing up straight. ”It was normal Mint fanfare with her. I’m sure you know the types of things Fritzi was asked to do better than anyone. First it was just odd jobs, then it was assassinations. All while feeding the Mint information on Boteg. I didn’t like it. I couldn’t believe she would sell out Boteg, but I also loved her. Her missions kept getting tougher. At one point they told her to slay Veronica. They were trying to get her to use the coin, or ask for more help. We knew it.” Su rubbed the back of her neck. ”One night she said she was going to save Boteg and myself, but that I had to remain behind. We had our last kiss and then I went back to sleep. Well, I tried. The following day Boteg’s entire hoard was gone.” Su closed her eyes and folded her hands together. ”She must have been successful. You can tell her power isn’t normal, and she was respected enough to be a coin broker. We encountered each other on and off over the past few years, then she called me out to bring Amber to Boteg.” Su looked away. ”We haven’t spoken much since then.”

“...I see,” Samantha ruminated on the odd history Su shared with Veronica. It wasn’t something she was privy to, as Veronica rarely spoke about her past in detail, though this was par for the course with a Mint broker and any smart agent. “The Mint, from my experience, works with profit in mind exclusively. To this end, anything might be demanded of an agent and they will use whatever means necessary to achieve their goals, be it menial labor or contracted killing,” Samantha explained, her chin resting on her hand. “That they would ask ‘Fritzy’ to take out her own superior… it doesn’t surprise me in the least,” Sam realized something, then shook her head. “Oh, yeah, I’m sure you already know this. But the reason I was bringing it up was because I had a stray thought about something, but since it involves… ‘Fritzy’, I can’t see it being a problem.” Samantha sighed. “I imagine she used Boteg’s hoard as a bribe to protect the two of you, but that would normally just give the Mint leverage considering it would make obvious the significance of the two of you to ‘Fritzy’.”

Samantha was thankful that her lone-wolf approach to life had made it impossible for them to have such a hold over her. Since she joined the Cradle with Veronica, they had nothing to use against her. No family. No friends.

“But… she’s smart,” Samantha declared. “And you aren’t dead or worse. So it’s nothing, I guess.”

”I would like to think that she did it to protect us.” Su couldn’t, of course, think that was the only reason. There was too much secrecy. ”She doesn’t have many reasons to keep me alive, I don’t imagine. I’m just a liability at this point.”

“Yes, that’s exactly why it would be leverage. They would know that you were someone of importance to her. And do you think they have standards? Only when it benefits them,” Samantha told her. She was no different when she joined, so the spite seeping into her words was not entirely directed at them.

She examined Samantha’s features. ”How do you feel now?”

“Frus…” Samantha then realized that such feelings had become less pronounced. “...well, maybe not as much anymore,” she changed her answer. Sam scratched her head. “I do not feel as strongly as I did earlier, at the very least.”

”That’s good.” Su walked back over to her side of the net. ”That was your point, so we’re 15-15.” She spun the ball in her hand before preparing to serve. ”Oh.” She looked Samantha in the eyes. ”I’m glad we talked. I feel a little better too.” She fired the ball over the net and Samantha returned to focusing on the game.

In the end, neither of the girls could pull off a win and thus the match was eventually concluded with the only reward being the promise of a rematch with a more satisfying conclusion. But Samantha might be looking forward to more than just the game.
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