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It had been an odd degree of optimism that had sent them hunting for Miseria in the depths. Perhaps with a dash of desire for peace and tranquility after a tense car ride to the beach that left Roche intimately familiar with the term 'road rage'. Without Sink Queen's information and the bizarreness of her summon to derail them, Nyxia and Earthshaker would have spent a few more hours paddling about the ocean in vain.

"Thanks for the advice. I suggest you avoid the beach for the foreseeable future." Roche replied to Sink Queen as she shifted forwards along her shield, making room for Nyxia behind her. The Omega Obliterator soon began the arduous task of trying to boil the ocean, the force of it's beam. sending the magical hide shield rocketing across the water's surface. Sink Queen went from a speck to invisible to their gaze as they raced back to the main land via laser propulsion. Rather similar to Ashbringer's means of flight, if Earthshaker thought about it, though the collateral damage made laser based flight rather useless anywhere but the ocean.

Sure, they were Dark Magical Girls, but cleaving a city apart and killing thousands just to do something they could already manage with parkour and leaps was a bit beyond the pale.

To the mundane people whose days would soon be ruined, the twin contrails of water blasting out to either side would be growing by the second, followed by the rising plume of super heated steam as the Omega Obliterator evaporated water.

But rather then slow down Earthshaker caught the rainbow hued magic of Tsubomi, and if she of all people was using her powers openly then there was cause for concern. "Hey Nyxia, I think we have party crashers....Pour on the speed, we're gonna ram 'em!"




Even underwater and in unfamiliar terrain, Magical Girls were adept at chasing down prey. Granted, Miseria didn't usually run away from them, but pursuit to the monsters was still a cultivated skill aided by a general ability to sense magic.

It was never a question of being able to follow the squid, simply a matter of time and effort.

The tanned Magical Girl was thus surprised in spite of herself to find the bizarrely British creature cowering behind a squid themed diver who was either a Magical Girl or evidence that Atlantis was further from the Mediterranean then ancient astronaut theorists would have expected. With the former being infinitely more likely to be accurate she settled across from the tentacled pair, suppressing instincts ingrained in every Japanese Magical Girl upon seeing tentacles as she tersely sent the bar of soap floating back to the cowardly summon.

Nyxia seemed reluctant to show her back to the stranger, but Roche was willing to make the first step knowing Nyxia would be all-too-eager to shoot the stranger if she attempted to stab Roche in the back. Her shield manifested beneath her feet, giving her a solid surface to brace herself against before she blasted energy out of her feet, the glow of tattoos dimming as she rose amidst a rising cascade of bubbles towards the surface. Luckily magic carried little for pressure differentials or she'd be sorely regretting her speedy ascent.

Breaching the surface with a splash, she threw her sodden hair back out of her face and called her shield back from the depths, using it as a log to perch upon the water's surface.



The ship had been picked clean of valuables long before the two came there, passages cleared and openings cut for divers in bulky suits to haul away their prizes. Yet that didn't diminish from the faint wonder of exploring such a sight unencumbered and with her own eyes, providing a crispness to the experience that simple photography or footage couldn't capture.

That serenity went right out the window the moment Roche and Nyxia came upon the source of singing and whispered an inexplicable squid creature seeming to be bathing itself with a bar of soap. The sheer absurdity of it left both stunned, and the creature reacted with an affronted scream and hurled it's soap at Roche.

Water being what it was, the soap wound up gently floating to a stop before the confused Magical Girl, her hand catching it in passing to find it was indeed perfectly average soap. Which in and of itself was bizarre given the depths they were at that such a bar hadn't turned to suds entirely.

Is that thing a Mascot? A cowardly Miseria? Or did we just find an alien?! Roche's mind was far less murderously inclined but she was no less intent on chasing the anomaly down. Seeing Nyxia was going the direct approach, Roche slammed her first into the nearest wall and began blasting her own path to cut off whatever they'd found bathing in the depths.

Suki and Tsubomi don't know what they are missing out on!



By her nature Roche wasn't one to have acted on the idea of swimming to the depths of the ocean without considering the actual logistics of the matter. It would take a long time even if they didn't get tired, side tracked, or lost as the currents could easily turn what seemed a straight line into a gentle curve hugging the coastline if they weren't careful.

Going along with the swim, then, was for two reasons. The first was simply relaxation, as the isolation and quiet proved a refresher after a somewhat tense and uncomfortable drive to the beach. the desire to stretch her legs was overwhelming to say the least.

But the second reason was because Roche had a few ideas on how to go far, far faster if they needed to, though she wouldn't suggest it unless Nyxia was looking to lose her patience. In theory, the laser she adored didn't gnerate much in backwards thrust, but if Nyxia were to position herself between Roche and her indestructible shield and fire into it, they'd have a rather speedy if wild means of deep sea propulsion.

Though having Nyxia in her arms like that would have left even Suki blushing, so it was a small mercy for the submerged pair that they came upon a sunken warship. Roche blinked, not having expected Nyxia to be as forward thinking as she was. Perhaps nautical landmarks was an interest of hers she shared with her departed sibling?

Nyxia was already boarding the ship, slipping in through an open hatch with her baby before her. Roche scowled, noticing the spaces were almost as big as her shield. Entering with her bare hands she followed after, taking less interest in searching the nooks and crannies and more in the water damaged signage. She steadily pulled ahead, moving along deeper and downwards with an eye for the cargo hold of the vessel.

After all, where else could a sea monster reside but in the biggest space available to it?



Ignorant to the storm brewing above Roche turned and kicked after Nyxia as the plunged into the dark depths, leaving behind the gentle sunlight above as their path grew illuminated by the light of the Omega Obliterator.

The panoply of sea life that even the casual beach divers were unlikely to sea was a cool balm against Roche's soul just as the chill seawater caressed her skin. It was quiet against her ear, feeling rather then listening to the shift in current or the warble of bubbles passing by. Yet life was abundant, and colorful fish passed by without a care so long as she kept her space.

While the others may have needed some cajoling, Roche could admit to herself she needed this vacation more then she needed it as a training trip. A change of pace after running herself into a rut. She certainly hoped they'd find some manner of underwater Miseria, but if they didn't she wasn't going to be nearly as torn up as Nyxia might be.

For all that the others doubted the prospect of deep sea miseria, Roche was confident they existed. Japan was an island nation, a nation of fishers, and one whose identity was tied intrinsically to the stormy seas. That monsters of darkness wouldn't be below those waves was a greater leap in logic then the reverse. After all, sea fairing history did abound with stories of sea monsters, and they couldn't all be dinosaurs or hallucinations.

And if I'm wrong there's always underwater sparring. Resistance training with this much pressure should get some results. The Rule Keeper thought, burying any further consideration as she sped up her kicks, pulling alongside Nyxia as the glow of her tattoos joined that of the laser canon. Two beacons eager and hopeful they'd lure some predator out of the dark.




After an only semi-awkward drive to reach the public beach, Roche peeled her hands from the wheel and leaned back into the seat with a heavy exhalation. She'd never drown for that long, and never with passengers. Did anyone notice how close they'd come to several collisions? She dearly hoped not, especially with one passenger having remained doggedly on the roof the entire way.

Now that they didn't have to worry about anyone reacting to a driverless car she transformed back to her magical girl form. The deeper tan was far better suited for the intense sun, and she merely had to shrug off her concealing cloak and letting it fade into motes of magical light to have a passable swimsuit.

The most obvious thing of note was that the beach was heavily crowded, and clearly Roche hadn't thought that far ahead as to how they'd relax in such a density of mundane people. But given their mostly invisible nature they could just filter them out with time.

"Alright, Suki, I'm trusting you to find a spot for the umbrella and plant it for us. Just toss out some towels and I'll help get the rest later. Tsubomi, why don't you see if there's a concessions stand or food truck somewhere." Roche said, trying to offer some semblance of structure for the now irreconcilable pair.

"If you can't find anything, I've got snacks and drinks in the trunk but I figure something hot and fresh would be nice. I'm going to catch up with Nyxia and check back later!"

The barely dressed magical girl bound across the sands, catching sight of Nyxia sprinting off the pier. She recalled the promise of showing her the undersea plantlife and bounded after her.

To the average beachgoer that day there was a sudden geyser of sand soon to attributed to a freak dust devil, but to the remaining Magical Girls it was clearly Earthshaker flexing her power to leap for the air. A shadow was cast as she shield materialized behind her lining itself against her bare feet. The following boom as she kicked off the shield and shot herself into the water, cleaving through it like a knife, was far less noticeable well above everyone's heads.

Roche's arms were braced before her, and her tattoos illuminated sharply as it absorbed the impact with the surf. The rush of air gave way to the bubbles and whirls of salt water, and though her lips were closed tight they still stretched into a smile as she plunged into the dark depths, passing by a smudge of pink and green that could only be Nyxia.

A twist and a kick had her momentum spent, facing upwards at the laser fetishist as she settled, strands of kelp rising around her from a forest of coral still sloping outwards into the deep, dark sea beyond.

And for once in their lives, it was utterly quiet, a serenity that was alien to the city dwellers.


A few days after hashing out the basic details of their little beach trip, Nyxia once again found herself making her way to her partner’s high school. Since the Neon Tempest didn’t want any of the club members to know where she lived (besides Rei, who seemed to know everything about everyone), she and Roche had agreed to meet up outside the school and then “collect” the others. Since it was closed for summer break, there wasn’t likely to be anyone around, which was an added benefit to meeting there, instead of her house.

As Nyxia expected, her little theft had caused her parents to have a not-so-minor freakout, prompting them to triple the usual security detail. While this wouldn’t inhibit the Neon Tempest’s ability to leave the palatial mansion, it would prove a rather substantial obstacle for anyone trying to enter the property uninvited. Of course, there was still the problem of being gone for an entire day without anyone noticing, but as it happened, even the mysterious break-in and burglary wasn’t enough to keep her parents from visiting their relatives in Osaka. That meant she would only need to deal with the servants who barely paid her any mind in the first place. She only had to tell them that she wasn’t feeling well, and thus would not be having any meals, to ensure they never tried to enter her room and subsequently discover her absence.

Since she would be attending the upcoming outing in her magical girl form, Nyxia had chosen not to bring along any of the usual beach supplies. After all, there wasn’t any need for goggles, sunscreen, or anything similar when her practically superhuman body could shrug off such mundane issues with effortless ease. And as far as beach attire went, her outfit might as well have been a swimsuit anyway. That just left the transportation, something Roche had assured her that she would be taking care of.

“Hopefully it’s big enough that I don’t have to sit anywhere near Suki…” the Neon Tempest muttered as she leaned against the school gate and waited for her partner to arrive. Then again, for all she knew, the code keeper could have borrowed the track team’s bus…

Unfortunately for Roche, the track team rented their bus and didn’t have it just laying down on their off season.

But much as Suki could abuse her magical powers for less-than-honest pursuits, Roche had no issues going to a car rental lot and driving out with a van. A Magical Girl’s ability to go unseen meant things like paying for goods was more optional than requirement to life.

Nyxia would be visited by the sight of a white can rolling to a stop before her, the driver’s side window down with an untransformed Roche leaning out. She gave a small wave before slapping the door beneath her.

“Bad news, it’s not as comfy as a bus. Good news, you get shotgun and it’s got better AC then the track bus. Come on in, we got to round up the others and you’ll have to wrangle Suki into the back.”

Given how much the blood fiend tried to avoid her, Roche was entirely serious in thinking they’d be forcing Suki into the backseat at laser point. At least she expected Tsubomi to be easy.

As Nyxia came around she would catch glimpses of the trunk already loaded, flashes of colorful umbrellas, towels, and the long plastic tubes of snorkel gear. Roche didn’t draw attention to it, but in her ‘requisitions’, she had made a considerable effort to try and address everyone’s needs. It didn’t take someone with intimate knowledge of her to know Earthshaker was definitely an enthusiastic prepper.

“As long as I don’t have to sit anywhere near that perverted freak, I suppose it’ll work,” Nyxia conceded as she climbed into the passenger seat and propped her massive death ray between her and the closed door.

Its size was so great that the barrel threatened to impale anyone sitting directly behind her, but that would be a problem for said hypothetical person to deal with. Still, as she pulled the seat back and made herself comfortable, the Neon Tempest couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the pile of beach equipment Roche had gathered for their trip. In particular, the colorful foam tubes called to mind her physical therapy sessions with Kaito at the family’s pool. Those sessions had predictably ended with her brother’s passing, but they remained cherished memories, nonetheless.

“You sure didn’t skimp on the supplies,” Nyxia noted with an amused smirk. “So, where to first?”

Roche would have liked to have corrected Nyxia and explained that Suki wasn’t as much of a freak as she thought her to be. That she was simply as warped as the rest of them, just in her own unique way, but try as she might it was hard to deny that Suki had set some awful examples of herself before Nyxia. That they even congregated in the same room together was miracle enough for the Rule Keeper not to press her luck.

Instead she looked back at the beach going supplies, pleased that she’d left enough of a gap to still see out the rear window. ”I tried to account for everyone. Got a propane camping stove if we manage to knab some fish or crabs, and there’s a cooler back there with drinks and garnishes.”

Even with Suki’s disastrous cooking skills, it was hard to screw up melting butter over cooked fish, after all.

With Nyxia aboard and the Omega Obliterator angled towards the backseat like a massive threat towards children whining if they were there yet, Roche pulled out of the empty school lot and onto the streets. Unlike when she ran as a Magical Girl, her driving was slow, methodical, and both hands remained firmly glued to the wheel. Her eyes slid briefly to Nyxia before returning to the road.

”We pick up Tsubomi first. She and Suki seem to get along, so having her already here should keep Suki from making you use your baby to settle her down.”

“What a pity,” Nyxia remarked with a wry smile. “And here I was thinking that would be the highlight of my day.”

Despite her words, the Neon Tempest knew that this course of action was probably for the best. After all, the less interaction she had with Suki, the better. Stretching herself out, Nyxia closed her eyes and allowed a contented smile to spread across her face. One arm rested over her stomach, while the other was wrapped around the Omega Obliterator, her hand gently caressing the beloved energy cannon. Now that she thought about it, this was her first time riding in a vehicle in several years. Indeed, she had only been allowed to leave the house a mere handful of times in her young life. Thus, this opportunity was one to be cherished. Perhaps it wasn’t as exhilarating as hunting Miseria, while leaping across the rooftops with supernatural agility, but it still had its own unique charms all the same, and thanks to Roche’s unhurried pace, she had ample time to savor it.

A relaxing drive through the city, with Roche stopping for exactly three seconds at every stop sign and maintaining a respectful distance between her and any car ahead. Fortunately for her Nyxia seemed to enjoy the painfully slow driving and they both came to relish the peaceful drive.

But all things had to come to an end, and they soon pulled up before the home of their resident drug dealer. Roche pulled out her phone and snapped off a text to Tsubomi announcing their arrival before settling back to wait, hoping she’d be as smooth as Nyxia’s pick up was.

For her part, Tsubomi was strangely already ready to leave when the others arrived. Though by “ready,” really, she was just awake. She didn’t bother bringing anything with her, nor with leaving a note for her working aunt and uncle. Instead she simply walked outside, and after considering getting in the trunk for a few moments, got in the car behind Nyxia.

The Neon Tempest barely acknowledged Tsubomi’s arrival, simply half opening one eye to watch as the emotionless girl slipped under her energy cannon’s barrel and into the seat behind her. This arrangement met with Nyxia’s unspoken approval, since she doubted someone so utterly apathetic would do anything to bother her relaxation, and the girl’s presence would hopefully prevent Suki from doing likewise.

Seeing the lack of reaction from both passengers as a blessing, Roche pulled back onto the road and set them steadily trundling along to find Suki in her hovel. This would likely not be easy, but she hoped seeing them all together in the car already would keep Suki from making too much of a fuss.

And worse comes to worse, Nyxia can wing her in the leg and drag her inside.

”That’s her place. Let’s hope she’s ready.” Roche murmured to herself, shooting off a quick text before leaning back, only the tightness of her hands on the steering wheel betraying her apprehension.

If there was something the motley crew knew about Suki, it was that she was despised just as much, if not more, by her own housemates than the rest of the detention club. If she was ready to go, she’d have been waiting in the picnic area where there was sure to be no one at this hour of the day. And sure enough, there was no one there.

Not even Suki.

One of the picnic tables had a piece of paper with the words “Have Fun” taped to the top of it. The rough, scribbled kanji could only belong to Suki, unless tsome underclassmen with a learning deficiency had come by.

The trio however didn’t need to vacate their vehicle and see the scribbled note to know Suki wasn’t anywhere there. Roche’s head hit the steering wheel as she groaned in misery, the seconds trickling by without any sense of Suki’s saccharine magical energy nearby.

”We….we can’t just go without her. It wouldn’t be a team building exercise without us all there.” Roche was certainly speaking more to convince herself then anyone else. In a shimmer of magic she was transformed, letting her sense for darkness steer her head in the direction of the nearest concentration. Given it wasn’t even midday it was unlikely to be a Miseria, so she quickly turned onto the streets and went off in pursuit of the feeling of Suki’s presence.

”She might not come willingly, but she’s coming with us even if we need to tie her to the roof.”

​​“That sounds like a great idea,” Nyxia noted, not even bothering to open her eyes. “It’s better than having her bothering us in here.”

In all honesty, the Neon Tempest would have preferred if they’d just left without the blood witch, but she knew how persistent Roche could be, and that it was pointless to try and sway her once she’d fixated herself on a course of action.

The van rumbled forward. The magical signature grew stronger as Roche neared what was sure to be her target. She turned the corner and looked to the roof… only to see Willow whimsically playing on her violin. She bound away without giving the van a second glance.

Suki might have had a magical signature if she was transformed, but an untransformed magical girl was pretty difficult to spot. But Roche had been told something recently. What was it? Something about having an expert on things you’re less familiar with? Was there a Suki expert around somewhere?

After unhelpfully coming across a fellow Detention Club member Roche growled in frustration, pinching the bridge of her nose as they settled in at a red light. She’d hoped she could have simply sensed Suki out, but this was a girl who had made an art form of avoiding Roche.

Clearly if Suki didn’t want to be found, Roche wouldn’t find her….but would another manage it?

”You know, this might be a long shot, buuuuuuuut,” Roche rolled the word off her tongue as she returned to her normal state, no doubt startling some drivers when the empty driver seat was suddenly filled. ”Tsubomi, where do you think Suki is?”

It took a moment for Tsubomi to respond. And then another moment. And another moment. And another. And another. Finally, after staring out the window for long enough that one would think she hadn’t heard, she replied. ”Somewhere with no people. Or just enough people for her to play with. The school? The pool? Hmm…” She was saying more words than normal, but they were slow on their way out of her mouth.

”If Suki wants to feel good, she might be somewhere quiet where there’s a handful of people. If she already feels bad, she might be somewhere where she can be alone.” A spark of thought traveled through her brain. ”It’s hot out.”

About fifty seconds of silence passed. ”It would be hard to catch her in the forest…”

After a bit of rambling, the resident Suki expert seemed to decide on the forest as where the blood molester magical girl might be hiding. Roche might have scoffed at the idea of Suki running off into the wilds, but it wasn’t as if she’d ever looked there before either.

”Okay if she’s in the woods, we’ll at least have an easy time sensing her. Though if she’s got any thralls I’ll need a hand carrying them out.” She grumbled as they pulled up at the nearest parking spot, hopping out and storming into the woods in her transformed state.

“Let’s hope she doesn’t,” Nyxia muttered, not opening her eyes or making any move to exit the now parked van.







Somehow the universe had conspired that a simple team building activity, really more a thinly veiled vacation in reality, had turned into a nature hike for Earthshaker alone.

And it may not even prove fruitful. Not only was the forest spread across the steep mountainside, but it wasn’t as if Suki was going to sit in one spot. By the time Roache looked everywhere, Suki could be anywhere. That was provided Tsubomi was even correct with her guess.

It would have seemed a fool’s errand if not for the frogs. Those slimy amphibians were a less-than-innocent sight in Miso given there had been a frog manipulating Magical Girl, but these ones were out cold. First it was just one or two tree frogs, but now there were whole piles of them.Their unconscious state raised some unpleasant questions as she followed them deeper into the woodlands.

Roache followed the trail of unconscious frogs for a bit, and she started to feel a magical presence.

Upon going a bit further up the mountain, she noticed a massive pile of frogs. They were very much awake, hopping and croaking like crazy. Their slimy bodies glistened in the scattered light that came through the canopy.

A blood soaked hand stuck out from under the pile, twitching occasionally.

”You know, if you hadn’t wound up like this trying to avoid me, I’d maybe feel a smidgen bad for your state.” Shaking her head at the absurdity she put up with as Rule Keeper, Earthshaker carefully stepped around the amphibians, toeing aside those that wouldn’t give her solid footing and ultimately reaching out to take the bloody hand. A tug would see her dislodged from her trapping, scattering the frogs in every direction.

Once scattered, the frogs froze in place, seeming to come back to their senses before hopping deeper into the forest. Suki on the other hand looked more surprised than harmed. There was blood on her hand, but that was normal for the blood witch. Roche’s eyes had wondered over Oros’s slimy figure, thoughts wandering along a familiar and frustrating track of aroused interest. Thankfully the Blood Magical Girl wasn’t interested in revisiting that song and dance, shaking Roche’s hand loose and letting clarity return to her eyes.

A sense of self that quickly had her rolling her eyes at the other girl’s pouting.

”I wound up like this because I wanted to be here. The frogs actually want my company.” The blood witch stood up. ”Avoiding you is too tedious. You have more spies than the paparazzi, and Boss Baby’s more or less given you the backing of the entire club.” She threw the side of her head into her palm, and a tiny frog flew out of her ear. It hopped away once free.

”Suki, I just climbed through the woods after driving through traffic trying to find you. I just pulled you out of a pile of frogs, for fuck’s sake!” It wasn’t often the track captain felt like cursing, but it was inevitably always due to the one standing before her. ”Nyxia and Tsubomi are waiting in the van. We all want to go together, and we are waiting on you. Honestly, I thought you’d be the most thrilled for this!” Roche threw her hands up, shaking off a few dim witted frogs who’d been clinging to her cloak as it billowed under the sudden movement. ”It’s warm sun, blue seas, and women everywhere in skimpy bikinis! You should be thanking me for driving you to a hunting ground where you can snatch up strangers at your leisure. And I even got you a camping stove to roast some fish. Come on, Suki, this is….it’s supposed to be fun. Even Nyxia is on board.”

”Fun.” Oros practically groaned the word through her smiling lips. But her eyes weren’t smiling. ”Somehow, I think Rainbow would be just as happy to stay home. She’s only coming along because she knows it’s what you want her to do, because it’s what Boss Baby wants her to do. And Nyx? I couldn’t buy her a ticket to watch a show with me. She shot me down instantly and is likely coming along as a favor to you. If either of them really cared, why are you the only one here?” She held up a finger. ”Don’t answer, I already know! It’s because the only person who really wants me to be there is you! And you only want me to be there because you’re a control freak. In fact, I think those were your exact same words when I signed up way back when. You said ‘It'll be fun!’ And it was, until I discovered what an obsessive controlling cunt you were.’”

Unfortunately for everyone involved, shouting at a Dark Magical Girl seemed to only exacerbate matters. Roche’s eyes narrowed and she stepped forward, teeth grit with rising frustration.

”You’re right, I am a controlling cunt. Because look what happens when I’m not! Tsubomi would sit on her ass till Ashbringer cuts her throat, and you decide to fuck off into the woods to kiss toads, and that’s when you aren’t running with your tail between your legs when you hear me coming. For someone who churns through women like a gigolo, you’re awfully skittish about anyone you can’t kiss and dump. I’m not just going to lay down and let some outside bitch crush us, so I’m willing to get in a van and drive all of you to have some fun and unwind and maybe make some headway in getting better. And that means I’m not letting any of you girls fall behind either. So what’s it going to be, Suki?” The tribal themed magical girl crossed her arms, taking in a breath as she reigned in her temper and glared at Suki with a cooler intensity. ”If you have another idea, I’m all ears. Tell me and we’ll see if it can work. But if all you want to do is fuck around with normal women and animals, I’ll drag you back right here and now.”

The corners of Oros’s lips curled into a sneer. ”Now that is the Bedshaker I know! The one who solves all of her problems with threats and violence.” She cast out her arms. ”Well your threats aren’t going to work on me, so you might as well use violence! You’ve wanted to do it for months, and now you have an excuse to do it!”

Roche’s arms tremble with emotion, nail digging sharp enough into her arms that Oros’ would no doubt notice the smell of blood emerge. She exhaled sharply and took another step forward, slowly unfurling a hand and offering it palm upwards.

”It hurts me that my old partner never understood me. I don’t want to hurt you. Sheesh, I don’t even enjoy fighting. I just want things to make sense. I want some peace and consistency in my life, and no matter how much I try you girls just don’t make it easy. No threats, and I won’t hit you. So, if you come down to the beach with us, I’ll hold your hand the entire way down to the van.” The Rule Keeper offered, keeping her voice soft like one does when approaching a skittish animal. ”Of course I know what the means for you, but you have my permission to…act as you would.”

Oros growled. She bit the corner of her lip. Blood oozed over her teeth, and trickled out of the corner of her mouth before rolling down her chin. ”Seems we were both misunderstood.” She folded her arms. ”I think I’m done with the Detention Club.” Oros looked away from Roche. ”I wanted some time to think, but what is there to consider? I don’t care about any of you, and from what I see, the feeling is mutual.” She sat down. ”The nice thing about having nothing is you can live wherever you like. So when Hong comes back to burn this place to the ground, it won’t be my problem anymore. So have fun with your camping trip, I'm not your responsibility.” She rubbed her fingers together.

Shock. Surprise, A smidgen of embarrassment. All flashed nakedly across Roche’s face as her hand returned to her side, digesting Suki’s shockingly negative words. This was more than just Suki’s usual evasiveness.

”You can’t mean that. You’re the one who kept trying to bring us together. You cooked. You got us to hunt for a new Magical Girl.” Even if those efforts all tended to backfire went unsaid. ”If anything you’re the one who cares the most about us as people!” Disbelief was clear in Roche’s tone, but her eyes were focused on Oros, passing over her slime coated form as though she could glean some cause for this about face. ”Suki, what happened? You of all people don’t go from trying to get Nyxia out to the theater to dropping everything without something going wrong.” There was a shimmer of light as Roche’s magical form faded, leaving the track captain vulnerable before Oros. It would take a touch and Suki could make the encounter end with a word. ”I’m not demanding and I’m not threatening you, but I need to know what or who hurt you.”

”I hurt me.” She said without turning around. ”I thought Tsubomi and I were closer than we really were, but she’s just another appointed babysitter. Really, it was pretty obvious.” She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, only to realize it was empty. She crushed the box in her hand and attempted to light one end on fire. ”So I’ve been in a reflective mood.”

The tanned girl flinching, seeing quite clearly how the prospect of being crammed in a car with Tsubomi would be a major turn off at the moment. Appealing to Suki’s libido might have been a mistake for once.

”Shit, Suki, I didn’t know.” Roche said, watching the attempt to set alight a cigarette carton with some concern. ”I get that it sucks being rejected, but she’s still your clubmate. She’s just….a cracked case. You’ll find a Magical Girl for you one day. Who knows, we’ve already met one out of towner, maybe we’ll find a friendlier one at the beach? It is the summer break, so you might meet someone who's looking for a cute girl like you.”

Was Roche laying it on thick? Yes, but she was feeling dreadful over Suki’s situation.

”As much as I don’t like how hard you can be, I think I prefer that to this version of you. You just seem so fake, you know?” She tossed the burning box off to the side and rested her arms on her knees. ”Drag me down the mountain, or don’t, but I’m done talking to you.”

”Fake?!” The Rule Keeper snapped back, her anger stoked even as she saw Suki deflate with dejection, unwilling to even put up a fight now. ”For someone who acts like they revel in all the dark shit we get up to, you can be pretty sanctimonious, Suki. Come on, let’s have a little honesty.”

Oros rolled her eyes, but still avoided looking at her former partner.

”If I wasn’t a hard ass, everyone would walk over me. Poor little orphan girl, her daddy hung himself and she’s got NO ONE left. If I didn’t have these powers, I would be dumped in a foster home and own nothing in my life. If I didn’t stick up for myself, you’d have had no issue using your powers on me ages ago.”

”Not true.” Oros said under her breath.

With a growl of rising fervor she reached out, grasping Suki’s outfit and making the blood fiend face her. Her fingers fell away but she was now closer then ever, nearly nose to nose as she snarled at Suki. ”Neither of us have the luxury of giving up, because we have no one waiting to pick us up…..but as much as you drive me insane, I still see you as more than just a problem kid. You’re a person, a comrade, and, grr, a friend.”

Oros raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

”So when I see you deciding to throw your life away and live in the woods, you can be damn certain I will bring you back. So you can either walk down there with me, or you’re going to have to endure me giving you a goddamn magical girl friendship speech till one of us dies of embarrassment!”

The empty carton of matches burned out. Normally there would be more than enough dry leaves and plant vegetation to facilitate a fire, but it had just rained the day before. It fizzled out without doing anything to the mountain.

”Fine.” Suki groaned. ”I'll go, but only because you’re annoying. But you can’t complain about me later.” She pushed past Roche. ”Let’s get this out of your system.”

Roche didn’t cheer, but she was sorely tempted when she found Suki was cooperating with her. Earthshaker rose, transformed to better handle the long walk back to the van. She quickly caught up to Oros the Joyful, and reached out to clasp her shoulder briefly.

The expected feelings creeped across her thoughts, but she kept her focus on supporting Suki as a friend and held the contact for a minute before pulling her hand away. ”Thanks, Suki….And if you need to talk, I can lend you an ear ”

”Whatever….”

The return to the van would be easier than the hike outwards, not having to worry about looking out for frogs. Though once she got there she quickly sped ahead, knocking on Nyxia’s window. ”Hey Nyxia, can you do me a big favor and scoot into the back with Tsubomi? It’ll make things a bit smoother, and you’ll have more leg room for you and the Obliterator.”

“I guess this means you found her,” Nyxia remarked with a scowl as she opened her eyes. She doubted that she’d actually have more room in the back seat, at least, if she sat normally, but the implied notion that Suki would be sitting in front of her, rather than behind, was a good enough reason for her to acquiesce to her partner’s request. “Okay, fine,” the Neon Tempest sighed as she got out of the van. “I suppose sitting back there could be more comfortable,” she conceded as she gave her body a stretch. Despite the earlier talk of strapping Suki to the roof, Nyxia knew that such a course of action was almost never going to happen, and if the perverted pinkette had to ride inside the van, then it was probably for the best if she was someplace Roche could keep an eye on her.

Getting into the back of the van, Nyxia laid herself out across the row of seats, while hugging the Omega Obliterator in the same horizontal position and using a blown up float as a makeshift pillow. This left her legs and the back of the energy cannon resting atop Tsubomi’s lap, but the Neon Tempest highly doubted Suki’s dead-to-the-world partner would mind the intrusion into her personal space. “Isn’t this nicer, baby?” she whispered to her massive weapon, even as its barrel poked out the now-open window above her. “Now mommy gets to hold you the rest of the way to the beach.”

Tsubomi didn’t usually get people. A statement that was only barely not true even when in her Acid Drop form. Something had to be wrong with her, but this didn’t actually go through her head as she carefully lifted Nyxia’s weapon and set it down on the now-vacated seat she had been in. Rather, the only thing in her mind was a loud static, or at least that’s what she thought it was. She went around to behind the van and sat down on the ground until Suki, Oros, had gotten into the front seat. Only then would she climb up on the roof and grab onto the racks. Though she instantly got bored of doing so, taking her shoelaces out of their place and tying her wrist to it instead. Feeling sufficiently secure, whether she was or not, she laid down flat on her back above Nyxia’s head, her feet above Roche’s. The static in her head died down a little once she finished.

Oros stared at the passenger’s side door. Even with all the clambering to shift seats, she didn’t react to any of it. She sat in the passenger’s seat and allowed her tendrils to unravel. Bloody ribbons floated around both inside and outside of the van, like an octopus at rest. She buckled herself in and looked straight ahead.

”Alright everyone, keep your hands to yourselves, relax, and let me know if you want the radio station changed. Nyxia can reach back into the cooler if anyone gets thirsty…..Tsubomi, please remain transformed, or we’re going to be pulled over.”

With those parting words Roche took off, eager to put the city behind them and hope the change in scenery would help them all mellow out, or die trying.



Roche was prepared for a dose of negativity from Nyxia, yet even she was flat footed by how brusquely Oros fled the room and left only the two of them behind. She could hardly fault the blood fiend for cracking under the feeling of failure lingering over the small group, but shooting Roche down so preemptively wasn't helping matters either.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. If she doesn't want to make a call then we'll make it for her and drag her and Tsubomi along if we need to."

After all, giving the former a choice had only resulted in Suki running from Roche constantly. If everyone wanted to leave it to the track captain, she'd drag them forward by their scruffs till someone got some enjoyment out of the exercise. It would simply be a question of her or them at that point.

Turning to Nyxia with her enthusiasm checked but not deflated entirely she leaned against the nearest desk and pondered with a finger to her chin.

"Alright Nyxia, let's look at it like this. This room? Feels claustrophobic. We practically have to have our own secondary meetings because we're the only ones focused on Ashbringer. The whole city is starting to feel like that. So....let's go somewhere refreshing."

Could they go the woods? No. None of them were particularly outdoorsy, and a cross country hike was really only appealing to her among the group. She needed to consider the interests of others...well, more accurately, what would appeal to Nyxia?

Lasers, killing Miseria, and flowers were all she had to go with. The first could be fired anywhere, and the second wasn't helping them either. So maybe she could stretch the later a bit...

"You ever go snorkeling?" Roche opines, a slow smile pulling at her lips as she turns fully to Nyxia. "Let's go to the beach. We can....borrow, a van, and head down. A day on the warm sands would do us good. And there's a nice stretch not far away with a developed reef system. Dad and I-"

For an instant she'd let her excitement get ahead of her and her expression cracked with a pained wince. A flash of pain in her eyes as her smile dimmed, but she found her voice once more with a cooler tone. "-I used to go there in the summers. You'd be surprised how much life and color is write beneath the surface. You might enjoy the water."

Drawing in a steadying breath she sat fully on the desk, seeming to rest a moment as she let her idea percolate before quirking her head curiously. "Oh, and I suppose the water would be a great training aid. Ocean is one big heat sink if you wanted to test your Baby against some heavy resistance."



It was good thing there were so few people around after the club's ended or someone may have remarked on the atypical spring in Roche's step.

Not quite at the realm of skipping down the hall, but her lips were quirked upwards and the set of her shoulder was oddly relaxed for one who'd been marred by constant tension since the encounter with Ashbringer.

Who knew talking with someone so shockingly positive and virtuous as Misoka could brighten the mood of a Dark Magical Girl?

"Hey there-" Roche entered the room, only to stop short with a screech of shoe against linoleum to find a transformed Oros and Nyxia alone. Naturally the later was incensed but the former wasn't acting like an enthusiastic whacko or trying to get in Nyxia's leotard just yet.

Well, no time like the present to put her idea into action.

"Nyxia. Oros. We've been spinning our tires keeping to the usual track. It's time we take our show on the road and find something new to do to bust our slump. Literally anything, just so long as we get out of this room and do something new!"

The tanned athlete was perhaps forcing the issue, but she wasn't going to keep twiddling her thumbs and thumping weak Miseria till Ashbringer came to roast them!


"It would be really hot if Earthshaker started adding little quotes under their banner.” *wink wink*

— Suki Oyama


Hibusa Town once had a a Kabuki theater. Though a very long time ago, the troupe disbanded and the theater was repurposed to show movies. For many decades, blockbusters would air on the big screen and delight locals and visitors alike. It wasn’t very big, but it was able to stay in business due to being popular with dating high schoolers.The advent of streaming, a certain pandemic, and increasingly frugal students made the theater unviable as a business and it eventually closed. However, the theater has since been reopened for public use, as locals organize and host Kabuki plays. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

One of the things the new kabuki trope borrowed from the theater’s movie showing days was their use of posters. Every play that came out was accompanied by an expertly composed poster, featuring bold vector art or photography.. This week's play featured several women painted as black and white silhouettes against a green background. They appeared to be holding onto one another and reaching for something far above the poster itself. It was a striking image, and one that caught Suki’s attention instantly.

Her eyes wandered over each silhouette. Kabuki actors were known for their elaborate costumes, but it looked like these girls might be in their birthday suits. There wasn’t anything to suggest they were even wearing underwear. Obviously the play wouldn’t be so wild, but what was this? A forbidden romance between many sisters? A harem “biding their time” away from their sole lover? Maybe it was the summer heat, but she found herself imagining a bunch of pure white women trying to get a tan. They were all sprawled out on the beach under the midday sun. The ocean kissed their bodies before making retreat, only to come back seconds later for another taste.

Going to the beach would be better than watching some play, Suki reasoned

But who would she go with? The Detention club had been on edge ever since Ashbringer showed up. Rei didn’t seem to think it was a big deal, but Violet and Roche were taking their training pretty seriously. Suki was too, but she wasn’t blind to the fact that they weren’t getting strong enough fast enough. The evening miseria hunts were starting to yield more powerful monsters, likely because of the flower shop fire. But it still wasn’t making them stronger. Weird.

Oh well. Seeing the Detention club all in their swim gear was a dream. Maybe this play would be worth checking out later.










In a few more days, the school will be closing for summer break. But Roche wasn’t going to lighten up on the track team. Most of them had already cued up for the last run of the season, and would have their performances compared to the start of the next season to make sure they hadn’t been slacking in her absence. But before Roche could start the run, a girl that she had seen a few times approached her out of the blue. It was Misoka, all suited up for a run. While Roche was familiar with her, this would be the first time they’d spoken with one another.

"Miss Hananami." She bowed her head. "I had meant to come sooner, but my classes ran longer than expected. Would you allow me to run with the track team today?"

Roche’s expression was one of a storm as she eyed her track team with the critical eye of one hunting for a failing, a flaw, a single incongruity to crash down upon. Yes the team was haggard, worn raw and run hard by her increasingly demanding expectations. The discontent simmering under the surface may have unnerved a lesser team captain, but Roche cared nothing for it so long as they ran their hardest when she blew the whistle.

They could hardly call it unfair when she was right there running on the outer curve alongside them. Even between laps her muscles were screaming with the burn of lactic acid, and it was more will power then magic that kept her breathing evenly through her nostrils rather than panting like the rest. There was a goal in her mind’s eye, a distant flame she needed to smother, and even in the restless hours of sleep she managed to snatch that flame still flickered in defiance of her.

”Hmm? You’re….Misoka.” Her intense gaze flit over the popular girl, her reputation preceding her, yet more than just that, Roche knew Suki held an odd degree of antipathy towards her. Nothing terribly overt, but she could pick up on a stiffening of her former partner whenever they passed or heard mention of Misoka. An oddity given she imagined Suki would have been all for defiling such a prim and proper flower in the bloom of youth.

”Normally I’d be disinclined, but we aren’t prepping for a Track Meet, so you can run with me. Keep in mind this isn’t a jogging group, and if you lag behind we won’t slow the pace.” The tanned captain answered, nodding her head to a spot next to her. While Misoka didn’t look to be unfit, she didn’t want a stranger in the middle of the pack throwing off the other’s groove. Better to keep her close, even if it gave her a longer and harsher run.

"Thank you. I wouldn’t want it any other way." Misoka got into position beside Roche.

She cast a look to the side, a student appointed as her assistant stood with a whistle alongside a tripod mounted video camera to record the times of each runner. Catching her eye a count of three was given before a shrill screech of air through metal sent everyone careening ahead around the track.

What made Misoka the popular girl was her seemingly limitless skill set for everything. She always had time to help others, held several leadership positions, and was easy on the eyes. Related to that last point, she was well endowed. While that was great for getting hired as a secretary for some corporate conglomerate, it was not the ideal body for anything athletic. Women of the same fitness level had more difficulty running the same distance as their smaller, flatter counterparts. For a magical girl, the physical shape of their body had little impact on how well they could perform. But Misoka was a normal, albeit impressive girl that very much couldn’t ignore her physical limitations. Moreover, it was clear she wasn’t used to running like this. Half way through the run, her flesh was starting to glow bright red. Sweat was pouring down her face, and her hair was sticking to her back.

By the end of the run, Roche only had to wait maybe ten or fifteen seconds for her to catch up to everyone else. She must have been on the verge of dry heaving, but she kept her head up with a stern look on her face. "That was-" She inhaled sharply before pushing her hair out of her face. "Do you have room for any more members?"

The sprint wasn’t what Roche would have called tournament ready. The members were far past their first laps and it was nearing the realm of endurance running rather than the sprints they trained for. So that Misoka was fifteen seconds behind wasn’t the best impression in terms of speed.

Certainly she could admit that Misoka’s figure would always be a handicap. Roche’s high B-Cup was an obstacle enough in her own pursuits, but a tight bra and guts was enough to get past it. The blonde, popular girl was up against an obstacle perhaps a bit too steep to truly excel in the sport, just as she would struggle in the swim club. Yet in spite of that Roche could admit to being mildly impressed by Misaka’s resolve to finish that sprint without a complaint.

Reaction? Yes, and it was enough of one to distract some of the weaker willed track members with every heaving breath. But was she moaning about the effort? Not at all.

”You wanna join? You seem awfully busy….” She scratched her chin, wondering if she heard of any athletic teams that Misaka was part of. Drawing a blank she rolled her shoulders, smirking briefly at a few of the stares turning her way before scattering the club members with a scowl and a whistle towards the stands. When she felt enough of them had cleared out, sprawling across the grass and attacking bottles of water turned tepid and warm under the afternoon sun, she faced Misaka fully.

”I’ll be honest, as you are now I wouldn’t put you out for any meets. You’re coming half way into the season and have a lot of ground to cover, but if you’re willing to work at it, or hell, just want the exercise, I’d let you stay. Probably the only one I don’t have to worry about motivating if that was any indication.”

Misoka nodded along to Roche’s words. Her skin color was starting to return to normal as she caught her breath. "That’s fine. It just occurred to me how out of shape I was when my kites got away from me the other day. I was too slow to save it." She straightened out her posture. "But I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. Yes, I’m very busy and I likely won’t be available for a lot of extra activities. But I used to help my mother run the flower shop after school. I’m sure you heard what happened to it. It feels like they were talking about it every day in the paper. Yet nobody understands what happened." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "The insurance company… Well, that’s our problem. Dad’s workplace didn’t burn down so we’re okay. If you’re concerned I won’t have time to run, I have a lot more time now. Too much, in fact. But I’m fine with just participating in the exercise too. If you’ll invite me to do that I would be most appreciative."

For all that the run hardly ruffled her, Roche’s composure cracked like an egg cast boldly against pavement. Sudden horror, a quivering of the lip and widening of the eyes as the dots connected with the ease one only finds with a subject that never truly left the forefront of her mind.

How could she forget the impetus for her mania of training, the literal bonfire that consumed one bright spot in the horrid life of her manic partner. Never mind that universe seemed determined to sully and stymy her efforts to truly connect with any of her fellows.

Her hand twitched, almost reaching over before her composure returned, a shell of more banal concern thinly forming as her eyes slid just to the side. Not quite meeting Misoka’s eyes as she feigned interest in the team beyond her. “Yeah….I heard the news. I can understand needing an outlet. You’re welcome to run with us.”

”Is….” She wanted to ask about her mother. About the store that burned and the livelihood lost. Everything that changed because of one girl’s capriciousness. But there was so many more reasons not to say a word. Her gaze hardened with resolve and she stepped forward, a palm outstretched. ”Look, the team’s going to be on break. Rather then wait till they come back, you could join me on my morning jogs. Help work on your cardio, and I can point out some tips for breathing. It won’t be much but it’ll get you closer in line with everyone else.”

The Track Captain was still sheltering herself, not letting her guard down, but she wanted a connection even if it was built on the charred dreams of Misoka’s family.

"Only a fool would turn down the opportunity to train with the track team’s captain. Thank you." She nodded her head. "Though there is a second reason I’ve sought you out. I’ve been told by an acquaintance of yours that you were a little out of sorts recently. I won’t pretend to know you on our first meeting, though I do deal with a lot of people. You are showing some signs of being a little… Distracted?" She raised her eyebrows. "They noted that you looked particularly dower while entering and leaving the Detention Club. I don’t mean to pry, but if something’s bothering you, I might be able to help."

An acquaintance? Roche blinked owlishly, caught flat footed as she tried and failed to conjure up who could be navigating both their social circles well enough to confess Roche’s disturbance to one without magic of her own. Her gaze slid once more to the throng of runners who’d since recovered their composure and were luxuriating in the extended break their conversation was offering, and assumed it was one of their lot.

”I’ve been trying to overcome a hurdle of my own.” The words came, vague and in spite of her desire to remain reserved. Was she truly this starved with an outlet? ”And my normal methods aren’t working. Or at least, not working quick enough for what I need, but I can’t let on to the other’s at my club. It just wouldn’t be proper.”

As much as they proclaimed themselves a support network for Dark Magical Girls to hunt together, she couldn’t afford to show that kind of weakness. Suki proved well enough that a moment’s openness would be exploited, and with the threat of Ashbringer and some foreign club to worry about, the pressure was even higher. She had to get stronger, because failing that would lead to her entire world crumbling around her ears even if she survived the firestorm to come.

”It’s like….I know the techniques. I can…run as fast, as long, and as hard I can. But at a certain point the diminishing returns kick in and I’m left frustrated.”

The word came out with a sigh and her shoulder sagged just a bit. Misoka’s charisma was wheedling out her stressors, or perhaps it was simply guilt over her part in destroying her mother’s livelihood that loosened some honesty from her tongue.

"I…See..." Misoka raised her brow at Roche’s cryptically worded problem. She stared at Roche for a moment before cracking a smile. "You know, everyone in my class acts like I’m some unfailing super student who is perfect at everything. Not many of them get to see me out of my element like you did just now.“ She was still breathing a little rough, but it really was like nothing had happened. "Behind every perfect test score or successful project is a lot of studying. But more than that, I allow myself to be humbled by a ‘success coach’, which is just someone who’s done what I want to do. If I want to learn archery, I turn to someone who’s been practicing for years. If I want to learn how to run a business, I’ll talk to someone who has a successful business. But you want someone who’s specific to what you wish to accomplish. So as an example…“ She took a moment to think of a specific scenario. "There’s this guy I like. But he’s a little bit shy. I could talk to someone who has experience dating shy boys, but I talked to some of his classmates to learn more about him specifically. Turns out his best friend is one of my classmates, who knows almost everything about him. We had already established trust between each other, so he was fine playing matchmaker for us.“

Roche received the words of advice with a mix of acceptance and frustration. She could see the wisdom, just as she could see Misoka was practising it herself in approaching Roche, but the rub lay with where would Roche apply that in her own circumstances. The very crux of the matter was that Ashbringer was stronger then her, and her flames weren’t exactly something she could avoid just by putting her shield between and it.

Still, Misoka was offering her good advice, and a rather alarming degree of candor into her personal life. ”I think I see how that works, but in this case the Success Coach themselves is the person I’m trying to surpass.”

Perhaps she needed to see if Ashbringer had enemies of her own? She wasn’t exactly local so the odds of that are about as slim as finding a hostile Light Magical girl still worth fussing over in Miso city. Though maybe the answer laid more in improving her endurance then her strength. Now that was something even Suki and Nyxia wouldn’t be opposed to working on, if only for the former’s perversion and the latter’s love of trying to vaporize anyone she wanted.

”Hmm, this might help. If nothing else I’ll be keeping my eyes open for opportunities. Thank you, Misoka. How about one more lap and we’ll call it a day?”

She sighed. "I feel like I’ll just lag further behind, but I feel like that’s what you want to see." She grinned before stepping off the track. "Sure, just let me get something to drink first. It’ll just be a second."

”Hey, it’s constructive sadism. I can only push people as hard as their willing to go, and if they aren’t, then they’re well prepared to rub out the door.” Roche fired back at Misoka’a back, a flicker of a smirk ghosting over her lips before she pulled a whistle from out of her top. It’s shrill cry had the runners return to their places, only a few groans truly being aired after she let them have a bit too much time to cool off.

”Alright Team, one more for the road. I expect you to hit this mark when we come back, so if you pig out over break I better see you running hard on your own time. Let’s go!”

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