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Earthshaker realized the magnitude of her actions shortly after a heel crashed into her unguarded loins, bucking the unprepared Magical Girl off Nyxia. Her power could do nothing to blunt the flash of pain and Roche's eyes narrowed as she staggered back onto her feet, only to scream out as searing light burned more than her retinas. Skin blistered and burned, the barrage weaker than what the Obliterator itself could offer but still a potent hazard to her health.

A more reasonable Magical Girl would see they'd overstepped and try to de-escalate, and even the twisted Dark Magical Girls would feel some empathy for the raw grief radiating from Nyxia.

Roche did not get to position as Rei's enforcer by being reasonable.

"Are. You. Finished?" As the blisters burned deeper into her skin Roche needed only to reach back, pulling the shield from her back and interposing it between them. Light danced wildly in every direction, gouging the alley walls and sending streaks into the sky as the surface had no issue absorbing the screams. Then it pulsed, returning the energy in a concentrated blast to propel Nyxia hurtling away and into the scattered remnants of the Miseria that still lingered at the ambush site.

The shamanistic Magical Girl held the laser before her, an unsubtle suggestion that further light shows will be taken right against it's barrel as the shield settled along her arm. "Listen, or the next attack I do will shatter this toy."

Someone utterly unyielding against a deranged soul who couldn't be swayed. Roche would have smiled at how perfect they were for each other if her face wasn't as raw as Nyxia's throat must have felt after screaming all those lasers.

"One more step, curse, or laser and this memento of yours is scrap." Earthshaker said, her hand along the barrel tightening as the lines across her skin flashed with barely restrained power. "So tell me...what does this mean to you? Who is he?"
Hmm, so what Nyxia is saying is that she wants her Emblem blasted off into the sky like Team Rocket?

Well I can't give her what she wants, so Earthshaker needs to find a happy middle ground...which is to say, how can she get what she wants without conceding anything. Negotiations are for people without a neurotic compulsion to never yield to the whims of those not above her.

Fufufufu.
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It’s a darn shame that Nyxia’s weapon is also her Emblem or those punches and lasers would actually have force behind them.
Earthshaker: "I am only hurting you because I CARE. So go fight those Miseria bare handed and we'll see if you can have your Emblem/Devil Arm back."



"Understood, Schrade." Earthshaker nodded towards the club president, as unlike her out of control partner, she had enough self awareness to not just ignore the aura of certain demise that radiated from their resident undertaker. That was a level of delusion that stern words and condemnation wouldn't address, so Earthshaker was forced to live up to her name in a burst of violence.

Once the others had turned to the pursuit of Miseria or the chase for the Light Girls that so vexed their club, Earthshaker vented her charged power in a burst of speed towards Nyxia. Her hand curled into the claw of an avian, spread wide as it took under Nyxia under the chin and swept her off her feet as she bounded off the rooftop and struck the monster splattered alley in a crouch that saw the laser obsessed girl indented into sundered concrete.

Her other hand closed over the barrel of the Omega Obliterator and prepared to counter its inevitable petulant firing. With a cold fury smoldering in her eyes she crouched over her 'partner', letting her hood cast her face into a shadowy aspect.

"No camaraderie and no respect for power. Without one or the other, you're just a mad dog, worse than any Light Girl, and in this town we are used to putting down beasts." The tribal Magical Girl ground the words out, enunciating the syllables with a creeping intensification of her grip on Nyxia's throat.

"I see it in you. That empty ache in your chest that you think to fill with buckets of blood and the heat of your death rays. Let me be clear; Whatever your dreams are, I will break them down and feed you their ashes till you learn to behave. I will wring every drop of power you've claimed in the night as payment for the headaches I endure listening to the filth coming from your lips, and you will starve here in a gutter till you learn some manners."

To make good on that promise the shamanistic Magical Girl planted a knee squarely on Nyxia's chest, finding it was indeed an armored leotard. Yet her focus was not on the girl, but instead releasing her neck to instead move to wrench away the Omega Obliterator entirely from Nyxia's hands. The dangers of having an Emblem that was also your weapon were twofold, and Roche was making no secret of how she wished to see Nyxia humbled.

"But I'm a fair partner. You can keep the energy you've claimed tonight. You just have to make good on your boasts and kill twenty Miseria as you said....without this toy ray gun of yours."
A song for Light Magical Girls with the subs on.

I'll be posting Thursday. Labor Day weekend takes a lot out of me.
If the club were all Preschoolers Roche would be packing their little red book bags with their lunches and making sure they didn't forget their homework.



Nyxia proved herself a willful one, and quick to lash out at the slightest criticism. Were she any less acerbic then she might have conceded that they were being overbearing in singling her out....at least, internally. Saying that aloud even were it warranted was just not how Roche operated with juniors and subordinates lest she compromise her own position.

"You're the only here talking about attraction, Nyxia, but good to know you are fitting nicely into the Thunder stereotype. I'll take your word on the efficacy of that armor that leaves your most vulnerable areas exposed. I myself am rather keen on inviting attacks, so armor like that is more a hinderance than anything." The shamanistic Magical Girl offered an exaggerated shrug, stepping up to the roof's ledge and watching the spectacle of an unfamiliar Magical Girl having not just their first encounter with the Detention Club, but any Dark Magical Girl.

The sheer hubris of her existence would have made the old Roche want nothing more than to take Homura under her wing and explain to her the error of her ways. To spare her the pain that would come from her path. But now she knew well enough no Light Girl would abandon their sanctimonious ways without it being beaten out of them by the cruelty of the world or their fellow Light Girls.

"Us twisted reflections can only incense and disappoint the Light Girls till they either die or succumb as we did." Earthshaker saw no reason to give chase, already contenting herself to pay for the meal as a good sempai would. She gave a brief wave towards Kriegspiel as the bishop's attack wound down, leaving the area crisp from the lingering energy.

"A fine showing, but you'd best hurry off if you have any desire to choose our dining place. I'll make sure new girl doesn't find herself a Miseria's latest meal, and have a portion of the feast for you." There was a warmth in her gaze, for just as a mountain was an imposing obstacle it could so to shield and nurture those in its shadow. "Run along or all you'll have to show for the hunt is a popped frog or two."
I’m starting to think Rei paired Nyxia with Earthshaker just to see how long the latter’s patience will last.


I'll post tomorrow. Earthshaker will not be swayed by a sailor scout with a bad attitude. She can make something of Nyxia, even if she has to convince her mom she's a physical therapist and find creative ways to torment her when she isn't in a leotard >:3
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