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Grimoiric Heart

Get your banter and questions in quick before Tesni loses her patience and tries to smash Roma with a measuring stick mid sentence. Again.

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Suzuya Kuzunoha

If there was one thing to be said about this one sided slaughter in the mall, it was that there was slightly more cohesion then when last she fought with so large a group. Pairs weren't full teams, but at least they acted closer in concert then they could on their own, but she had a sneaking suspicioun that the real reason there was less- Valerie's indoor drive by shooting notwithstanding- was Ozma's presence hanging over them.

Suzuya meant that literally, in that she remained hovering in the center of the air over them, a beacon of easy confidence with eye catching red hair and a crisp white attire. While she wasn't a teacher she had their authority and more in the eyes of the students whether they admitted it or not, something the Japanese Magical Girl could relish in. Perched on Xolys's back she drew her heavy bow and could pick her shots with an almost leisurely ease. Four foot long shafts of wood and metal aflame lanced out into the gloom, striking true as her senses sharply picked the scuttling of reptilian Pageless before her eyes even registered the shimmer of their camoflage in motion.

A flicker of flames trailed behind her fur and hair, power slowly rising as heads were punctured and necks demolished. The act was almost leisurely and she gave the eldritch horror a stroke of what she hoped qualified as his head between loosed shafts.

Roma Bhakti

The one sided slaughter of the Pageless could only continue for so long. There numbers even in their hidden nest were not infinite and the Magical Girls, as always, were forces of nature when gathered in sufficient number. A microcosm of the beauty and the horror of their present existence.

The beauty, of course, was that there truly was no limit to what they could accomplish when gathered and set to purpose.

The horror was simply that for untold years they had not done a thing.

"I believe you all have made your intentions clear enough." A monotone voice silenced the clamor of battle not by overpowering it, but ending it. The pageless once on the brink of charging in a futile effort to drown the invading light now broke like water upon a stone, turning away to a singular point emerging from the umbra. From beneath the awning of an art supply store, splotches of paint marring her hands showing it had not been completely bereft of product, the very target of Ozma's inquest made herself known.

At her back was a legion of pageless, numbers slowly swelling as the mall was roused to life, and beside her stood only one of her celestial attendents. Those she met at the park would recognize the tall, buxom woman with elaborate hat and garbed in shades of blue and black.

"But I would be a poor host to not receive you personally in my studio, so please, be welcomed. It may seem lacking in amenities, but one does not turn their nose up at london real estate in today's market." Drawing out a golden fan she opened it, shielding the lower half of her face like a demure lady of old as she stepped into the light just a short ways from Maria's personage. At a glance she read the girl, and for all the power she had just displayed it curdled Roma's stomach to know she was holding so much of her splendor back. It was almost enough to make her sigh, but such a slip in manners was beyond her at the moment.

"And Ozma, so good to see you so soon again. I would have thought you would come to wax poetic on the old days, but your present company leads me to think your questions will be decidedly more current in their time and forceful in their inquest." There was a twinkle in her eyes, the only sign of her hidden smile. "Has the crone in power finally decided to pull back on the illusion of freedom she abides us Magical Girls? Well I shall not be abiding a private interrogation, and seeing as you have gathered so many of our peers, let us enjoy a public forum in a most Athenian fashion."

Tower of Fable

@Gardevoiran

Kanbaru Otoko

In spite of her helpful warnings it seemed some were more staggered by their transition then others. Thomas had hardly gotten a sense of his bearing before running off looking for Riku, or so his shouting seemed to tell Kanbaru. The whale pinched her nose and sighed, not needing eyes to know the staff would be following him like chum to sharks.

"It's bad enough Marianne rides him like a sock puppet, but that boy is going to get eaten alive in here. Guess I gotta go-"

Everything screeched to a halt when the now alone whale found Akiko joining her, and for all that the feline's presence was disturbed before, she had gone completely around the bend now. At a glance her sense's relaxed, the presence of another Jester amusing her parasite, but that feeling of comfort made Kanbaru's skin crawl.

"Wow. I knew you were power hungry, but I thought that little urge to dominate others would have made you averse to joining my team." Kanbaru stiffened, forgetting Thomas entirely as she felt the particular gaze of Akiko settle on her. and the whale snarled viciously.

An image overlapped with her own, another time, another place. Data of a different sort that came together in a digital avatar. It was the first Kanbaru to touch the JSTR and link all others. It's eyes met Akiko's and her hands blurred, raising a handgun more suited to hunting elephants then cats. The connection snapped like a rubber band pulled too tight, severed by what was, is, and will be again.

"Keep those eyes to yourself, Akiko. I've just gotten my hands on a wolf and unlike me, she doesn't mind mauling cats."

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@FrogRFlowR
Roma would legit enjoy that with everyone in the room. Unfortunately, a person is smart, but people are idiots. Crowds make poor conversationalists.

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A misanthropic cat. A magical girl who already wants to coexist with Pageless. And the literal devil. Man, Ozma really knows how to throw a party for Roma.

*Boots up mission 1 of DMC3 while Suzuya is busy telling Olivia that she can’t keep a giant chameleon as a pet.*

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They could have joined Suzuya in trying not to scream in terror as Xolys tentacles creep across the room in his sleep.

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Poor Suzuya getting her first rejection for the crime of never tasting pizza. It’s not her fault she didn’t have any friends to go eat with.

Looks like her day is off to a rocky start, but hopefully a peaceful patrol should rouse spirits.

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Since Ozma doesn't care if we come in groups of 2-3 Suzuya left the door open for Stripes. If we had a team of 4 we'd grab Lupin and make a Beauty and her Beasts team comp.

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Suzuya Kuzunoha

The wallflower in Suzuya could see a flash of hurt across the metal limbed Teacher's face, and regret bloomed in her heart for her hostility. Perhaps she too wasn't fitting into this country and had been putting on a brave front to match the vilence and barbarism of the English? She winced uncomfortable trying to put herself in the shoes of a new teacher in this place and shook with fright, unable to consider even approaching that task without sinking so heavily into Burning Heart's mental fortification she'd be Tomoe Gozen in the flesh and nothing more.

But the great gathering of Magical Girls clamoring for fluffy ears and introductions made for a poor space to apologize and she resolved herself to confront Valerie after classes someday. Certainly there was no time that night as it stretched on, Olivia moving on to befriend a lupine themed Magical Girl who seemed far more accepting of the idea of ear rubs then Suzuya would ever be. It seemed standing so close to Xolys was serving as an effective barrier to most social interaction. With any luck besides a few small greetings to be polite, she could-

Suzuya startled, shouldering rubbing against a mass of tentacles that were almost as horrifying as being surprised by sudden questions from felines she hadn't noticed prior. The scottish burr to her voice made Stripes stand out but Suzuya couldn't recall interacting with her. There were vague recollections of a Tiger being present on that first night in England but there hadn't been an introduction and her Grimoire hadn't formed a strong opinion either way. Still, she seemed a quiet enough sort and Suzuya appreciated a companionable silence.

"Umm, I haven't had pissa before." Suzuya said, finding the z's rolling weirdly off her tongue. She knew vaguelly it was some kind of cheesy bread dish, but her household was rather traditional in its diet. "Though I like Pineapple juice, so I wouldn't mind trying it."

She couldn't know how big an impact those words would have.

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It was a week later and things had settled into a quiet rhythm of nearly normal schoolwork and less intensive magical girl education. Some no doubt chafed under the lack of action but both Suzuya and her Grimoire savored the peace, going so far as to make a habit of enjoying a cup of green tea on a patio regardless of weather. A little slice of tranquility and peace, moving past the horror of sleeping across from Xolys without the protection of her transformed state. It was getting to be less and less of a shock, familiarity breeding resilience. She needed it now that they were partners, the two Magical Girls working together quite nicely in both theory and practise.

Xolys was the artillery. Suzuya the spear. Oliva the Lord- Err, Lady. They each had roles and complimented one another, and if she were honest with herself, riding on the Gentleman Horror's shoulders was the most exhilirating thing she'd ever done. Likely the closest she'd get to riding a dragon, and well worth the feeling of her skin peeling off whenever she looked away.

It seemed that she'd be experiencing that soon enough as they all gathered for an oncoming patrol, with Suzuya hoping that Ozma's presence didn't herald this one being more dangerous then the last had been. She transformed and joined her roommate / partner, fox tails waving as she jumped onto Xolys shoulder and rested one hand on what she wanted to believe constituted hair.

Her eyes panned along the thinning group making ready to depart and caught sight of stripes. With a forwardness she had yet to grasp outside her transformed state she waved to her, flames dancing behind her swishing palm to catch the eye. "Did you want to get that pissa on the way back?"

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@BrokenPromise
If i wanted to break character I'd have her counter by asking how Stripes feels about Pickle and Pineapple on Pizza.