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Can fallen angels serve as wedding ministers? I feel like Xolys and Olivia would want the grandest and most awkward wedding service popular. Hmm, who would even go to the Bachelor party…?

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I feel like there’s some joke to be made about the greatest tempter or mankind walking into an academy of vulnerable emotional young girls.

But at least Burning Heart can have a friend who understands her warrior wife desire to burn her opposition to ash.

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Now Suzuya has a fellow pyromaniac.

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Suzuya Kuzunoha

Desperate times called for desperate measures but did the battle maniac of a substitue really expect a group like theirs to have spontaneous and perfect team work? Just when Suzuya was managing a short conversation with Oliva and Xolys she was left slackjawed at the giant mechanical hornet with bear hands that they had to kill. She barely had an inkling what half the girls present could do based on one night out together!

Even her Grimoire was taking umbrage with the tiny robot reading off a liability waver she did NOT sign at any point, and somehow her vague idea Merrywell was a place of darwinian savagery was growing firmer as it rooted itself in uncaring reality. If that stranger from her homeland wasn't so insidious looking she'd begin to join Camelot in considering alternatives, but imminent robot attack leaves very little time for long term plans.

Instead she sinks herself into the girding embrace of her Grimoire and turns a critical eye to Xolys as a great bow emerges from her tail. It was a foot longer then she was tall and the following arrow looked more apt for a ballista then a human hand. Because it entirely was, but magical girl strength made the idea of conventional weaponry far looser to define.

"Excuse me for asking this, but might I trouble you for a ride? I'm somewhat...diminished, on my own feet." Burning Heart admitted, furtively looking between the wasp and the pair of Beauty and Beast. "I would not mean to intrude but seeing as this foe flies and scrap heaps are not known for their stable footing...."

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

For all the force that they could bring to bear and the power could leverage, it soon became crystal clear that the Abyss was a prison for monsters. Monsters like Nephy and Runa who had endured the creeping fog of death and everything else which lived there and only seemed to grow stronger from it. Even the JSTR could not dim Kanbaru's awe at finding her subversion of the lances countered so quickly, and even if Nephuna would hardly be using them either, they were more a detriment then a weapon in Kanbaru's hands.

Eyes of blood amidst fathomless water took note of the ancient wolves joining the battle, the grand irony of an undead priestess endeavoring to kill the very avatar of Death itself a delicious treat gone untouched in the mealstrom of conflict. It was growing akin to a pitched battle against armies at this point but the scale would not escalate further, as Nephuna drew her power into the calamitous edge of a weapon marrying the signature weapons of both wolf and demon. Kanbaru had no choice but to accept she alone could not halt it's swing. For once she acknowledged she simply hadn't the power that the two-as-one possessed, and she required more.

Kanbaru released the haywire spear shut her eyes as two cards drifted through the water untouched and settled into her porous hands.

The Spawn of Greed and the Mad Virus.

Though their personalities where like water and oil she felt an affinity for their desires, and at the juncture before her she needed not their aid but their might. The water curled and crushed, meshing the cards into herself as the two Serei were absorbed. It was wrong, an erosion of what morals she held dear, but as the Serei washed over and through her Kanbaru knew the time for such was well and truly in the past. Nephy would survive this, and nothing more would be promised.

With the Serei infused like two devils upon her shoulder, Kanbaru's command of water ceased to be sporting. She reached into her allies from Thomas to Akiko and invigorated them. Perfection of bloodflow, a ceaseless muscle system, and the subtle reinforcement of their every motion as they had no choice but to put their all into each action. What was the sovereignty and sanctity of allies bodies when she needed them to do better?

Nephuna's nature made playing with her body a non-starter, too time consuming to even hope for, but her wolves? They popped like balloons. Bones snapping under the pressure of every drop of blood expelling itself with sudden force, while the undead samurai and priestess would begin to shrivel in their vestements as they expelled their fluids in a steam of evaporation. Unlikely to be a killing blow on its own, but even the staunchiest of warriors will be easily felled if their arms wither to sticks and their fingers struggle to pluck the string of their bow.

Shimmering portals of golden radiance opened from void to void, candlelights banishing the darkness of data as weapons uncountable poured out into Kanbaru's raging waters and an equal infinitude of hands grasped them. Some echo of Henry exulted in finally having the means to use all that he hoarded, and the whale unleashed him with nary a grunt as she turned fully to the blessings of the Mad Virus.

A being that existed as data and could match the JSTR by its lonesome. Now they worked together and slammed against Nephuna's grasp upon the Tower floor like the jaws of a bear trap. For while the corpse wolf and demon may have grown accostomed to the taste of the JSTR, the Corpse Collector was a savage berserker after Nephy's own heart. Data twisted and screamed, a deluge of scrap code filling in the gaps deleted in the assault upon the Tower while the JSTR cemented it in their influence.

As formless beings of nascent power warred for reality Kanbaru dispersed, popping like a soab bubble only to emerged closer upon the tides directly before the snarling wolf demon. In hard hands was not her own blade or a weapon from the vaults, but a set of chains and an open collar of unquestionable metal. It brooked no dissent in its integrity, an unbreakable instrument of domination. The chains that could bind a Hound of Tindalos were beyond time and space, and now Kanbaru lunged to clap them around Nephuna's neck as the crackling spear of calamity thrummed ominiously at her hip.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

In her present state Kanbaru knew neither shame nor reluctance. Individuality was a bygone concept as she and the JSTR pushed themselves into a state of frenzy. Power enough to make most drunk was surging as though through veins she no longer had, and Kanbaru didn't give it a second thought. Power was a means to an end, at most it was a birthright that her family had disdained in their pursuit of the only thing that really mattered in any world one called home.

Connections. Whether one called themselves her enemy or her lover, a bond was formed joining Kanbaru to another. There were those she hated with an all encompassing passion and she cherished them for it. There were those she loved so deeply their loss makes her ache forevermore. Power was a tool, and position was merely a bargaining chip to entice or dominate. The mindset was in line with the JSTR's own in some regards, the parasite ever spreading it's influence, bringing more and more into its fold.

And now they saw Nephy as one to bring in, so Nephy would be brought to heel. There was no question of possibility, as even were they alone Kanbaru would have made it happen. But she wasn't alone, the party fighting like the monsters in mortal skin this Tower had made them into and the whale comprised of fathomless waters could only smile as spears and wolves degraded all around her.

"You make such sweet promises, Mastephos, but I already bare another's collar and yet another's ring. You will have to settle for wearing my leash yourself." In a world of data, the JSTR was subordinate to very few and made this clear as even Runa's once impressive spears turned to scraps of code by presence alone. Kanbaru had bigger ideas, a hand of water snapping around the haft of Runa's weapon.

Every Runa was Runa. A walking Schrodinger's Cat, but each was as real as the next, and that applied for everything she carried. This spear was both original and copy, so Kanbaru took the fullness of JSTR's authority and plunged it into the weapon, overwriting the ties that connect it to Runa and supplanting her with Kanbaru.

Every spear was a spear. A soul bound weapon that answered the call of its master regardless of how many there were or what was asked of it. That Master was going to be Kanbaru and she'd see how Mastephos enjoyed eating a weapon a bit thicker then a katana when they turned upon the hand that held them.

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Suzuya Kuzunoha

Suzuya hadn't expected Tesni of all people to approach her after their disaster of a first patrol together offering an ice cream cone of all things to her. She stared with no small degree of uncertainty before gingerly taking the offered treat, her own magical heat dimming as she felt the wrapped confection soften at just her touch. As much as the loud, boisterous, and spontaneously violent girl seemed anethma to her reserved sensibilities, her waiting for Oliva had given her time to consider her fellow Magical Girls more.

And for the life of her, she couldn't find anything to hold against the Monkey. Just thinking of those giggling clown girls made her consider the swinging of the world's largest measuring stick rather appropriate.

So she quietly if amicably enjoyed ice cream with her tea, only later coming to regret the combination as her stomach went into open revolt over something besides the heavy greases in local foods. But that was after meeting her roommate once more, only for her planned tea time to be swept away with explosions and concerns that had them trotting off back into the school to investigate.

Suzuya was concerned this school was turning out to be more Yankee by the day.

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The concerns over American influence prooved unfounded, as the pair of German Magical Girls would attest if one was not serving as an educator and sentencing them to spending their evening in some manner of training room. It was amusing to think that if one looked past the flagrant use of magic, the room she now stood in with mixed wonder and concern was the only peculiarity for a school of Merrywell's stated mission seperating it from any other school.

Her concern was entirely typical for her, a low level aversion to the new and dangerous that her Grimoire wanted to strangle out of her, but the awe was keeping it contented for the moment as her eyes roamed the scraps of robots past. Robots. Robots! If there was every a Magical Girl to fabricate mecha, Suzuya was starting to believe it was the one with arms that could shoot firewords, and her tentative hope was turning into a wildfire even without her transforming.

She found herself turning to her roommate, that same determination to get on better terms after her patrol still firm in her chest, and asked Olivia the first thing that sought to escape her mind. "Do you think sensei does commisions?"

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Just when i tried to get some interaction with Olivia we get pulled into team practise. Alas, such is life

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I’ll be posting tomorrow