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The night of the wendigo attack…


Listening to Ronin plead her case for Sann’s innocence, Gaia couldn’t help but frown. She liked the small samurai, but felt the girl was just a little too naive and trusting for her own good. Much like my dearest Connie, the verdant maiden reflected as she glanced over to her very worried friend. However, less than a minute later, Ronin seemed to be proven correct as the dark valkyrie reappeared with Justine and Caroline, but while the excitable samurai seemed to think everything was now okay, Miko wasted no time in questioning Sann’s actions. Gaia turned a focused gaze upon the strange winged girl as she gave her reply, some vague explanation of how Caroline needed additional healing in a “place of less chaos”, before going off on a tangent of various complaints.

What a drama queen… Gaia thought as she tried to keep from rolling her eyes. She’s almost as bad as Sakura…

Of course, her beloved Connie was probably just glad that everyone was okay, and if the Daughter of Mother Earth was being charitable, she might also believe such an explanation and thank the valkyrie like Ronin and Miko were now doing. But something about Sann’s story was clearly off. Something had definitely happened in the Overcity, something more than a simple healing. Still, as the valkyrie had said, everything seemed to be fine now, especially with Justine administering a purification potion to her sister.

Gaia was just about to offer her own begrudging words of thanks, when an annoyed Sann melodramatically voiced her displeasure at the lack of appreciation for her services and warned that she might not provide her help again in the future. Then she took wing and flew out of sight.

Good riddance… Gaia grumbled to herself, before her focus shifted to her dearest friend, who had become quite upset by Sann’s parting comments.

“I-I d-didn’t m-mean t-to o-offend her…” Connie whimpered plaintively as she nervously fidgeted with her hair. “I-It’s j-just t-that w-we a-already ate…”

“It’s okay, little sister,” Gaia told the distraught girl soothingly as she gave her a calming shoulder massage. “Something tells me that sharing a meal with someone like that would not be a particularly pleasant experience. And while everything does appear to have turned out all right,” she added, addressing Ronin and Miko. “I would be hesitant to put my trust in Miss Sanngridr. I believe there was something more to her little Overcity trip that she neglected to tell us, so I think we would do well to watch our backs around her.”

From what Gaia could tell of Valerie’s expression before she and the ex-vampire sisters had departed, the android girl also held similar suspicions. The Daughter of Mother Earth only hoped that whatever possibly sinister designs the dark valkyrie was planning would be thwarted before they came to fruition…




One week later…


Once again, an ordinary evening for Connie and Mia had been shattered by news of an urgent emergency. This time, it was a text from Lily, telling of an attack on a small town called Bolorton and asking if they would go there with her and help repel it. Naturally, both friends were more than a little hesitant. This sounded really dangerous, and was taking place far outside of Penrose. Yet, Connie’s desire to stand with her friends and help those in need outweighed her considerable trepidation, and if that’s what she had decided, then Mia wasn’t about to leave her side. So it was that the two friends found themselves at Penrose Park (or one of them, anyway), along with Lily, Alex, and a handful of Penrose’s other magical defenders.

“H-Hi L-Lily!” Connie called with a shaky wave. “W-We c-came as s-soon as w-we c-could!”

“Pardon my asking, but how do you intend for us to make the trip to Bolorton?” Gaia inquired. “Shall Miss Mariette be providing her assistance this evening?”
@Lonewolf685 Don't worry, Olivia's there to cheer her up!




Olivia listened to Lupin’s reply with an eager smile. “Oh goodness! I hadn’t thought of that! And if he could unhinge his jaw, perhaps he was actually a wolf-snake hybrid?” she mused. “And, you know, some reptiles have the ability to camouflage themselves, so maybe that’s why his disguise was so believable, at least initially,” she added, her lovely countenance taking on a thoughtful expression. “Oh, but does that mean you have experience with wolves, or wolf Pageless, perhaps?” the blonde beauty inquired her eyes seeming to glitter with fascination. “I haven’t been a Magical Girl for very long, but none of the Pageless my darling Xolys and I have encountered have really looked like animals. Although they certainly do have a lot of variety, don’t you think?”

However, before the wolf girl could respond, she was grabbed by another student and literally carried off. Something about night training? “Oh! Um, see you later!” a slightly startled Olivia called out. “It was very nice meeting you! Night training…” the azure-clad beauty marveled as she watched the pair depart. “They must be very dedicated,” she observed, before turning to Suzuya. “Maybe we should try to get some extra training in, too. But not tonight,” she added with a small yawn. “We had a rather eventful day today, and I’m quite ready for a good night’s sleep.”

Once they returned to their room, Olivia was somewhat surprised when Suzuya elected to sleep untransformed. At first, the ethereal beauty couldn’t figure out why her roommate had chosen to deprive herself of the comfy cushion her fluffy tails provided, but then she realized that Suzuya was probably doing this as a form of endurance training, like sleeping on a bed of nails. Wow… She’s just so amazingly strong… Olivia reflected. Having the ability to be so very comfy and yet choosing not to make use of it... Darling and I will have to train extra hard to be worthy teammates for her, she resolved, smiling at the thought of how much fun such training would be…




Over the next week, Olivia’s time was mostly spent in one class or another, and while she regrettably hadn’t been able to have more than a handful of brief interactions with Wilhelmina and Chinami, she had grown much closer to Suzuya. Indeed, between their chats during lunch and various after-school training sessions, Olivia had learned quite a lot about her roommate. Thus, she felt confident in saying that the somewhat timid girl was her first real “best friend”. Apart from Xolys, of course. It was just a shame that they hadn’t had much time to do anything outside of school-related activities, but Olivia hoped that would soon change, and, as they gathered for another city patrol, she was happily telling Suzuya about one of her most eagerly anticipated potential extracurricular activities…

“…and, so, I was thinking it would be a lot of fun if we spent the night there to see if the rumors are true,” the azure-clad maiden was saying as she smiled up at where Suzuya had perched herself atop Xolys. “You know, like a sleepover! We could even invite some of the other girls, like Helmi, and Chinami, and maybe that wolf girl…”

Her voice trailed off as she noticed that their patrol leader would be none other than Charlotte, or rather, Ozma, a very interesting turn of events for someone who she’d first encountered literally fleeing the responsibilities of being a teacher. Still, if there was any sense of unease at what such a state of affairs might suggest, it was all-too-quickly swept away by the excitement of seeing the renowned “Crimson Comet” in action. Their two new teachers, Maria and Valeria were present as well, probably to serve as evaluators. After Ozma had given a (very) short speech and zoomed off on her broomstick, Maria gave a little speech of her own. Neither was particularly noteworthy, just basic “watch out for each other and remember your training” stuff, and with that out of the way, it was time to begin.

As they moved through the school’s gates, Olivia heard Suzuya call out to one of the nearby girls, the same girl, incidentally, that had carried away the wolf girl after Valeria’s first combat trial. “Pizza?” the Ethereal Rose echoed. “Oh, I think an after patrol pizza party would be a lot of fun!” she declared with a brilliant smile. However, the other girl didn’t seem to agree, saying that they should focus on the task at hand. Olivia had to admit, she was kinda impressed by the girl’s professionalism, but she didn’t quite understand their next statement. “Alone? Um, I always thought eating a meal at a restaurant was more enjoyable with friends…” she added, frowning slightly. After all, the azure-clad maiden had plenty of first-hand experience with the pain of silently dining alone, and she didn’t want Suzuya to go through the same thing, at least, not if she could help it. “We can still go together,” she hastened to tell her teammate with a reassuring smile. “I think it will make for a wonderful reward for a successful patrol, don’t you?”



After his trip to the arcade, Fable had spent no small amount of time at G.E.M.I.N.I. HQ trying to find out all he could about hauntings, demons, and, in particular, Chernobog. However, he was careful not to alert Dr. Moller, or any of his fellow agents to his search for answers. After all, he didn’t want any of them to think he was losing his mind… The sole exception had been Agent Orion, aka Ashley Avenir, a kind and approachable young woman, who, upon hearing what elements of his story the boy chose to share, was more than happy to help him in any way she could. After exhausting the G.E.M.I.N.I. database, or at least the portions of it they had access to, the pair had decided to try a different path, namely, an occult bookshop that had recently opened in the historic district. Thus it was, that the two untransformed agents found themselves standing at the entrance of a small storefront, tucked between two, ornate art deco buildings, with an elevated railway overshadowing them. This created a gloomy and mysterious atmosphere, even though it was around noon, on an otherwise clear day. Upon the sign above the door, the name “Torvald’s Tomes and Trinkets” was spelled out in elaborate script.

“This looks like the place,” Ashley announced as she gazed up at the sign, which was dimly illuminated by a flickering light. “This area certainly has a unique ambiance, don’t you think?” the bespectacled young woman asked her companion.

Fable took a quick glance over the building, before looking over to Ashley. "Must be a member of the Addams family. He joked. It was unfortunate, and a bit disturbing that the HQ's database held no answers for his nightmare. He had to act swiftly before he's forced to face him again, and concidering it knew about his vice of failures so far? Of course, he ended up humoring his co-worker about his recent blight. The two were the youngest of their team after all, they gotta stick together.

The boy went up to the door and opened it for Ashley. "So, anything crop up on your end?" He asked.

“Not much, aside from this bookshop,” Ashley replied with a frown. “We might have had better luck asking Binky or Doctor Moller, but I understand why you’re reluctant to bring them into this,” she added sympathetically. The bespectacled girl’s smile returned a moment later when Fable politely opened the door for her, triggering a small chime.

She was about to thank him, when a reedy voice called out, “Greetings, seekers of knowledge! I am Torvald Brellomee, the sage of sages, and I welcome you to my humble bookshop!” Stepping further inside the cramped and musty shop, the two agents would find a wizened, but quite animated man with a long, white beard standing behind a counter, which itself was cluttered with various bizarre items. He was wearing a purple robe with white moons and stars printed on it, along with a matching pointed hat. “Herein you will find manuscripts on a myriad of subjects most esoteric in nature,” he continued. “From the language of the birds to the secret cypher of the Ancient and Arcane Order of Ihoppmennu! So tell me, young seekers, what quest brings you here today?”

Of course, the sudden appearance of the store's eccentric owner left the boy a bit perplexed. But it was rather charming. Just didn't have a sword in a stone in the back from what he could tell. With a quiet giggle, he cleared his throat. "Got any books on demons, or dream magic??" He asked the librarian.

“But of course!” Torvald replied with an amused chuckle. “Among these hallowed shelves, you will even find tomes on demons who manipulate dreams! Yes, yes! From Morpheus to Mujaki, if such a being is the goal of your quest, you shall surely find the one you seek!”

Manipulate dreams, huh? Maybe that's one way the demon was able to plague him. "Thanks." With a nod to Torvald, Fable walked further in to look through the bookshelves, picking out anything that could prove useful in his search.

“Yes, thank you,” Ashley also told the strange proprietor with a smile and a respectful nod. She idly wondered whether or not the man was an esper, a magi, or simply a mundane eccentric. It was always best to be cautious about such things, the young agent reflected, but since Torvald had been nothing but helpful thus far, she didn’t think they had anything to worry about. Following along behind Fable, the bespectacled girl looked over the various manuscripts her fellow agent was gathering. “So, um, when was the first time you started having these… visions?” she asked tentatively, not wanting to pry into things the boy wanted to keep private, but still desiring to help him in his search for answers.

"Well, not sure if you can call them visions. But the first time I saw him was during one of the jobs I worked from Shimr. Y'know, before I joined you guys." Fable explained as he picked out a stack of books. "I didn't think much of it at first... Or really I did, but eventually went to the conclusion that I was overthinking things. What with me being stressed about recent events. Until..." He trailed off with a sigh.

"Honestly, I'm not sure what to make of all this. That's one of the reasons why I need to know more before I'm forced to face him again. I need to know what I'm dealing with."

Ashley thought over what Fable had told her. There was always the possibility that he was simply hallucinating due to stress, but not only was she hesitant to mention such a sensitive subject, but it didn’t really seem all that likely, especially not when the first occurrence was while on a mission. Perhaps he was under the effects of a long-term hex or curse? “If it’s not too much trouble, could you tell me what happened that first time?” the bespectacled girl inquired. “Knowing the exact circumstances of the initial episode might provide some insight as to its origin.”

Once he found an empty table to sit at, the boy set his books down and spread them out. "First time was against a succubus and her dream realm-magic-thing. It didn't appear until I got dragged into that mess." He shook his head, opening one book and flipping through the pages. "Second time I got fully knocked out mid outting by dream sand. Most likely case there is Sandman decided to be a little shit that day, dunno what else could've done it. If the demon isn't just a byproduct of my mental health, then I guess it can only reach me through dreams. Not sure if it has to be magically-induced or not, which can be a huge problem if it doesn't need the help." He rambled on.

Ashley listened intently as Fable described his encounters with the creature thus far. “So, you’ve only seen him twice?” she asked once the boy had finished. “Were there any commonalities between the two instances? Like, you mentioned sand. Was that present on the first occasion as well? And did you happen save any for analysis?”

Fable shook his head. "Sadly I didn't even think to gather whatever sand wasn't dispeled off me at the time. Other than that, I don't think there's any other common theme to these instances besides..." He trailed off suddenly, staring at a certain section of the Demonology book he was looking through.

So he didn’t recover any of the sand, huh? Well, that was unfortunate. However, something in the book he held seemed to gain Fable’s interest, and Ashley leaned over to get a closer look at the page in question. “What is it?” she inquired. “Did you find something?”

He didn't answer yet. He was too busy reading about not the god of Bad Fate,

But Baphomet, a goat-headed demon representing balance in various occult and mystical circles. He already knew about the whole "Demons in Dreams" had mostly negative meanings behind it, but he never thought about there being a good omen to something he was afraid of.

But then, what did it mean for him?

"I think...that's him." Fable finally answered passing the book to Ashley before sitting back against his seat. "Is it bad this only gives me more questions than answers?" He asked her.

“I think more questions will ultimately lead to more answers,” Ashley replied with a reassuring smile, before returning to the task at hand. “If memory serves, Baphomet was also often used as a stand-in for the devil, or simply as a generic symbol of evil. I think the very first instance of the name comes from the crusades, when crusaders, mishearing the name of Muhammed, thought their muslim foes were calling upon some form of demon. So, essentially, its creation was just a big misunderstanding that took on a life of its own. Anyways,” she added, adjusting her glasses. “I don’t know if that matters or not, but you mentioned that this creature talked to you in its second appearance. Do you remember what it said?”

"Hah, for whatever reason Not-Devil knew about my current streak of screw ups. I think he was concidering giving me advice or something, whatever he meant by 'his wisdom being wasted on someone like me'. Y'know, before he tried to crush me to death." He grimaced. Ironic something like Baphomet would appear with a Not-God of a Behemoth planning a business trip to Pax.

Or maybe it wasn't? Hell if he knew at this point.

“Hmmm… If he only appeared in your dreams, perhaps he really is a manifestation of your subconscious fears and insecurities,” Ashley mused. “Not that I think you’re simply hallucinating,” she hasted to clarify. “Just that mystic means were employed to place you in a dream state and then manipulate, and possibly even magnify, its contents. The real question is, who, or what is responsible? You said the first instance was the result of a succubus’s spell, while the second occurrence involved presumably mystic sand. This would seem to indicate that the two were not related, and yet, what motive would someone have for, essentially giving you a bad dream? If someone wanted to take revenge on you, I would imagine they’d be more direct, trying to physically harm, or even kill you. Then again,” she continued. “If this was someone who wanted to get back at you for your role in the succubus’s death, then they may have chosen to use similar means, possibly in a sinister effort to gradually erode your sanity. Oh, and you were untransformed at the arcade, so it would also need to be someone who knows what you look like outside the esper state. Do you happen to know of anyone who might meet those criteria?”

"I don't..." Fable's eyes then widened. Something crossed his mind. "It couldn't be. Could it? Not even sure they would willingly work with Jan knowing she was a monster, but how else would she get away with it for so long?" He thought outloud to himself. He then furrowed his brows, looking back to Ashley. "I'm not that confident about it, but I believe there are some suspects in mind. The owner of Dante's, the succubus' old hunting ground. That or one of her old coworkers." He explained, standing up from his seat and grabbing the set of books to get them checked out.

“Okay then, in that case, I suppose investigating this restaurant is the best place to start,” Ashley declared. “Although, if they know what you look like in your mundane state, then maybe I should take a look myself?”

Oh right.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned they didn't see me untransform before I left. But I don't know who else it could be. I won't stop you if you wanna follow me there though! Might need the back up..." Fable clarified.

“All right, if you’re determined to go, then I won’t try and stop you,” Ashley replied. “But I’m definitely tagging along. Whoever used that sand on you did so when you were out of the esper state, so someone knows that you and the Timekeeper are one and the same, and if that person really does work at Dante’s, then you should have someone there to watch your back.”

With their mind made up, they set off.

“Come again!” Torvald waved to his departing customers before turning to someone at the front counter. “How about you sir? Have you found a book to quench your thirst for knowledge?”

Sitting in front of the counter was a large man with a floating grace to him. He almost seemed to hover on the stool he was sitting on, and his wig swayed just a bit too much with every bob of his head. He was reading a book on poltergeists and had a few more books picked out on urban disasters and haunted business establishments. ”Oh you bet!” The unusual character said. ”I think I’ll take all of these.” While Torvald punched the books into his register, the eccentric man pointed at the GEMINI esper’s backs and jerked his hand back. ”Those kids are pretty cute. A shame none of them stay that way.” His rubber lips curled into a smile.

Marrie Knight


Less than a second after snapping off her shot, Ashley felt herself being pushed out of the path of Sofron’s own attack. Before she even realized what was happening, Gale had flown to Sofron and pushed him out the window. Slowly rising to her feet, the Knight of Tomorrow felt a slight dampness as the brooches the Maiden gave them began to melt. “Maiden!” Ashley gasped as she tried to employ her rapidly dwindling brooch in an attempt to rescue their imperiled partner. Yet, it soon became painfully clear that it was too little, too late for such a strategy to be viable… However, before she could take any further action, one of their guides burst in, warning that…

Oros was here…

Oros. That name sent a chill racing down Ashley’s spine. She had read about Oros. Every G.E.M.I.N.I. agent had. The pink-haired, black-garbed woman was one of the most infamous, and powerful, Depraved espers known to the organization, a chaotic psychopath, well-deserving of her title “Oros the Mad”. For her to appear now, when they had just barely survived fighting Sofron, with one of their number missing, and possibly dead… The Knight of Tomorrow’s grip tightened on her instrument. Even though she didn’t rate her chances of surviving an encounter with this pink-haired lunatic particularly high, she was prepared to fight to her last breath.

Fortunately, combat didn’t seem to be on Oros’s agenda, as she instead chose to ramble about several disjointed topics. From what little Ashley could glean from the incoherent mess, Oros had come to meet the squirrel-tailed woman for a romantic engagement, unaware that she was evidently already in a relationship with Sofron. And then something about how either Gale or Ashley herself should serve as a replacement, an idea which filled the Knight of Tomorrow with utter revulsion. However, Oros also asked if they needed some healing, which drew the high-tech heroine’s attention back to the charred stump that was all that remained of her left arm…

“Uh, I-I have healing abilities of my own,” Ashley replied hesitantly, before Oros came out with another random comment, asking if they wanted to watch her become a shark and… “Oh! Our ally was thrown out the window!” The Knight of Tomorrow gasped, the mention of water bringing the Maiden’s plight back to the forefront of her mind. “Sofron was as well,” she added her voice taking on a harsher tone. “I don’t care if you eat what’s left of him, but please, if she’s still alive, can you help our ally?” Of course, a part of Ashley’s mind knew that she probably shouldn’t be asking Oros, of all people, for assistance, but if there was still a chance to save the Maiden, she was going to take it.

The pink haired esper chuckled. ”There’s way too much irony involved with a GEMINI esper asking a depraved to save another depraved. But I guess you wouldn’t be a cupcake if you put your job before the lives of your friends.” With a hum, she rolled her eyes. ”But imagine me doing something that gives you the chance to scram or call your buddies. Nu-uhu, ain’t happening.”

Marrie was still stunned from watching Sofron and Maiden hit the water. She slowly turned to Oros and floated back inside, barely making it before her melody ended. ”I… I messed up again.” was all she could manage before collapsing to her knees, suddenly screaming in pain as her adrenaline faded and her leg injury flared to full force.

Ashley’s teeth clenched and her mouth contorted into a snarl when Oros decided she didn’t want to go for a swim after all. So she was just toying with them, was that it? Ashley utterly despised those who made light of others’ misery, and was about to say as much, when she heard her remaining ally cry out in pain. “Gale!” Ashley gasped, rushing over to where the bluenette had fallen. Now that she had the chance to take a closer look, the Knight of Tomorrow could see that her ally’s leg had been blown off by Sofron’s final melody. “Here, let me help you,” she added, retrieving the severed limb and using a healing melody to reattach it (while also hopefully soothing at least some of the pain). “There, does that feel a little better?” she asked, her countenance filled with concern.

Marrie took a few deep breaths now that her leg was reattached. ”Y-yeah. Thank you.” she managed through gritted teeth. It was hurting a lot less, but it still hurt and combined with the emotional damage of the fight, it was a bit overwhelming for the young girl. The limb was partially stitched together by the neon glow of Ashley’s magic, though Sofron’s attacks were potent, and the wound still remained. It was at least attached, but Marrie would need more attention before her wounds healed the rest of the way.

Or would she?

The rest of her leg was stitching itself together. The wound grew transparent blue fangs and “bit” itself closed. Any shed blood sunk into her leg, and all that remained were the emotional scars the fight had left her with.

Oros lifted her finger to her lips and blew over the top of it. ”Diamond melodies are something else, huh? Even healing them up is a bitch.” She sat on the floor and tucked her hand under her chin. she couldn’t have been sitting more than a few feet away from Ashley, but at least her sword was sheathed. Save for about a foot of steel that was sticking out of the scabbard.

Marrie watched, transfixed as her leg healed itself. Wait, diamond melodies? They were fighting someone with diamond melodies!? No wonder things turned out like they did. Still, it wasn’t going to help anyone to wallow in despair. It certainly didn’t help last time she did. She hesitantly stood up, testing her weight on her leg. It seemed to be completely back to normal, which was nice.

To Ashley’s considerable surprise, Oros had chosen to aid her in healing Gale’s injury, and even if the action almost certainly had an ulterior motive, the Knight of Tomorrow still felt compelled to show her appreciation. “T-Thank you,” she told the pink-haired woman after a moment of stunned silence had passed. Predictably, the depraved esper had a substantially more involved show of appreciation in mind, once more mentioning a date…

”So as I was saying, I kinda need a date for tonight.” The depraved esper placed her hands on her knees. ”If you really want me to dive in after tall dark and hungry, I can do that. But I have priorities, you know?. I’m not too picky. I mean, Gara Gura would be my first choice, but Icarus here looks a little more emotionally sound. If you can’t pick, I could take both of you, that would be cool.” She tapped her chin. ”Do we have time? I guess we’ve got a few minutes before anyone drowns to death. There’s this cool place on thirteenth street. It’s like a super shopping center, but they’ve got a food court and a buffet nearby. So you can go shopping, pay for some overpriced chinese shit, then sit down in the court and eat all the stuff you picked out. It’s also really cool because there are no butlers, so you don’t have to worry about them turning out to be enemy espers or robots.”

Ashley suppressed a shudder. Spending a night with this dangerous lunatic was pretty much the last thing she wanted to do, but if it was the only way to possibly save the Maiden, and if the only other alternative was for the visibly distraught Gale to do the same… “I-I’ll go with you,” Ashley declared, the words forming before she fully comprehended what she was saying. “I-If you can save our ally, I-I’ll… hang out with you for the remainder of the night, b-but no crossing of personal boundaries,” she hastened to clarify. “I-Is that acceptable?”

”I dunno.” Oros tapped her chin. ”I mean, you’re not my first choice, and it’s dependent on me being successful?”

”Who are you, by the way? Do you think you can save-...” Marrie stopped before she finished. From the height she fell from, in non-esper form, the chances were high that Maiden was already dead. Your fault. She shook her head to clear that thought from it. Even if she was dead, she deserved to be returned to any family she might have. ”Do you think you can, hopefully rescue, or at least retrieve the girl who Sofron threw out the window? She deserves better than a burial at sea, at least.”

With a growl, Oros threw her hands over her head. ”Ffffffffffffine! I guess I’ll go take a swim. But only because you’re so cute when you don’t know who I am.” She walked over to the window. ”I’ll be back shortly, so don’t go anywhere.” She pointed at the unconscious police woman. ”You too, Mac!” Oros stepped backwards out the window. While she disappeared from the frame, the espers could hear a splash a moment later. It seemed the espers were alone for the moment.

Despite Ashley’s offer, it seemed Gale would ultimately be the one to motivate Oros to go look for the Maiden. Although a part of her was relieved that the depraved esper was more interested in her companion, as opposed to herself, another part of her was greatly concerned for Gale’s continued safety. And so, after a moment of awkward silence had passed in the wake of Oros’ departure, the Knight of Tomorrow decided to tell her ally exactly who they were dealing with…

“That was Oros,” Ashley explained with a tired sigh as she retrieved her severed arm from where it lay on the floor. “Also known as ‘Oros the Mad’. She’s a very powerful, and very insane, depraved esper. That’s someone who’s so dangerous, they’re being hunted by all other espers, regardless of faction affiliation, just like Sofron.” Wincing slightly as she employed a healing melody to reattach her arm, the Knight of Tomorrow continued. “If anything, she’s even stronger than Sofron, and instead of serving a vampire, she claims to be working for an eldritch horror who apparently intends to destroy the world. Still…” she added as her gaze turned towards the open window. “I haven’t seen any evidence of her committing atrocities against innocents, and she doesn’t seem openly hostile towards us, so we might be safe for the time being, although I think we should remain on our guard nonetheless. If she truly is as insane as I’ve heard, then there’s no telling what she might do next…”

”Well… I try to see the good in everyone. Even Sofron, if he didn’t attack us out the gate, I would’ve tried to reason with him, once we subdued him. I’m not one to take other people’s word for someone being a bad person, either. But I’ll keep in mind the whole ‘works for someone who wants to destroy the world’ thing.” Marrie replied, before muttering something under her breath. She sighed and sat down on the nearest sittable area, possibly the floor at this point, and asked, ”Do you need a heal too? I think I’ve got enough in the tank to do one more, but I can’t do major heals so I don’t know if it’ll help as much as I wish it would.” As she sat, she flexed her newly healed leg to test it. This Oros person was really strong, if she could heal something like that as fast as she did. It only took a moment of silence for Marrie to punch herself square in the jaw. ”Damnit. I hope she comes back with news that Maiden survived…”

“I try to do so as well,” Ashley replied. “Although when I see firsthand the horrors Sofron and his master have inflicted upon so many innocent people, I can’t just stand by and allow them the chance to harm who knows how many others in the future.” Gale then asked if she needed additional healing, to which Ashley gave a tired smile, before shaking her head. “Thanks, Gale, but I think I can manage. You should probably try to conserve your remaining mana for something important.” Like if Oros decides to attack us… The Knight of Tomorrow’s eyes widened a moment later as she watched her ally punch herself, but a part of her understood what the blue-haired young woman was feeling. “I-I hope so, too,” she added in a softer voice. “But what happened wasn’t your fault, so please don’t blame yourself. If anyone’s responsible, it’s Sofron, not you.”

Marrie remained silent at that. Whether it was true or not, she still wouldn’t be able to just accept it.

Not much later, Oros returned through the stairway. Her clothes were wet, and she was wearing the most disgruntled frown either of the younger espers had seen in some time. A carry out bag from the Grizzly rose swung in one hand while the other twisted the water out of her ponytail.

”So good news, bad news.” Oros walked towards the espers. ”The bad news is that I couldn’t find Mrs. Om nom nom anywhere. The undertow was pretty strong and must have dragged her out to sea. I wouldn’t even know where to look.” Her lips curled into a smile as she seemed to radiate sunshine. ”The good news is that I didn’t find her body! And being that she’s a Patron’s Champion, that always invites the possibility that she survived somehow!

Marrie blinked. On the one hand, if there was a strong current, Maiden was probably gone. On the other, if someone who can heal a diamond melody wound like it was nothing says there’s a chance she survived, then… Maybe it was better for her mental health to take Oros’ word for it.

” And there’s even better news!” Oros stepped over the squirrel woman’s body, who had reverted back to her original form shortly after expiring. ”There were some grilled club sandwiches on the counter! So since everyone’s having an emotional breakdown, why don’t we just have a quick bite up here? Just the three of us?” She looked at the police woman, who was still unconscious. ”I brought a fourth one in case she wakes up, but, yea, dig in!” Oros pulled a sandwich out of the bag. The bread had been press-grilled on a real panini press and had golden waves on the top and bottom of the sandwich. ”Oh! I guess I should say grace. You guys can just dig in, or you can nod your head along with me.” She clasped her hands together. ”Zigus gaplaflem Aigorost, Dis kurtoban muntory crentinity, zes yojensen bidelaford…”

As Oros rambled about food, and then began an incredibly bizarre “prayer”, Ashley’s mind was replaying the first two things the Pink-haired esper had said. The undertow was strong and she hadn’t found a body. Well, of course she hadn’t, not if the Maiden had been swept out to sea. And if their ally had reverted back to her mundane self, something the Maiden’s altered appearance when Ashley had last seen her seemed to suggest, then the odds of her survival were nearly zero…

Despite that, Oros seemed to think the Maiden might still be alive, noting that she was a “Patron Champion”, whatever that was, but Ashley reminded herself that Oros was utterly insane. For all they knew she hadn’t even looked for their ally at all, or maybe she’d found the Maiden and killed her herself? Regardless, Ashley was in no mood to play the depraved esper’s sick games, and she was certainly not about to eat with her, not when everything that had just happened had seriously ruined her appetite…

“T-Thanks for the offer, but I’m not particularly hungry,” Ashley muttered

She listened to the pink-haired girl continue, and found herself blinking again. Sandwiches? That was a weird segue. She was about to say something when she noticed a blue glint from the floor. She walked over and found what appeared to be a hairpin? On closer inspection, it looked like a prayer stick. What was that doing here? She thought about pocketing it, since it might be a clue towards Justin, but she decided to show it to the other two once Oros finished her… prayer? Fitting timing to find the thing, she figured. ”Do either of you know what this is? I doubt it was Sofron’s, -” she stopped, horrified as a thought entered her mind. What if this was Maiden’s Grimoire? If she had fallen in mundane form not because she was out of mana, but because she’d lost this… That made the likelihood of her surviving even lower. Marrie found herself staring at the stick in silence.

Gale’s discovery caused the Knight of Tomorrow to stifle a gasp.

“J-Judging by its aesthetic similarity to the appearance of the Maiden’s esper state, I-I think that’s probably her Grimoire, w-which means…” The high-tech heroine’s voice trailed off as she found herself unable to finish that dreadful thought. She truly wanted to believe that there was a chance their ally had somehow survived, but each new piece of evidence made that outcome seem increasingly unlikely…

”Okay so like number one, it’s rude to interrupt grace. ” Oros Pulled her hands apart. ”And two, You guys saw her get thrown out a window, untransformed. Is it that big a surprise that her grimoire is here?” With a groan, Oros picked up the unconscious police woman and moved her closer to the gathering. ”But whatever! If you girls don’t wanna eat with me, I don’t really care! I got, I mean look!” She placed a sandwich in front of the dead and unconscious woman. ”They’re not quite my type, but I’m gunna enjoy these club sandwiches with these-” A smile suddenly crossed her face. ”Hey wait a second!” She pointed at Marrie. ”You need a head, right?”

Marrie started when Oros pointed at her, breaking from her thoughts. “Uh… If you have one that’s ethically sourced, then yes. Why? And, um, sorry about interrupting your prayer? I guess that was kind of rude…” Marrie wasn’t sure what to think about anything anymore.

”Ethically sourced head?” She dragged the former squirrel woman onto her lap. ”I mean, I kinda doubt this one’s gunna miss her head much. Might be easier on her family too if they don’t know she was murdered in some penthouse that was being rented by a rich asshole.”

”Maybe… but it wouldn’t be right to not give her family closure.”

All of Ashley’s worried ruminations on the Maiden’s continued survival came to a crashing halt when Gale and Oros began talking about needing a head, of all things, and apparently one that was “ethically sourced” as well…

“Um, I’m sorry, but what do you need a head for?” Ashley inquired, not even trying to hide her shock.

”Oh, I have a friend who needs a new one. She can’t talk very well without one so I’m not entirely sure how she can survive without it, but apparently it’s as easy as putting a new one on her neck to fix. It’s, uh… Sort of my fault that she lost it, so…”

”We’re just a bunch of girls gathered together in search of some ethically sourced head!” Oros laughed hard enough to shake the room.

She… decapitated someone…?

And they’re still alive?

And now they need a new head?


Despite her high I.Q. and normally good focus, Ashley was having a very difficult time following what was being said. And Oros’s incoherent ramblings certainly didn’t help…

My…patron…?

”Well, no sweat off my balls either way. I just heard Ashley’s patron was going to leave if certain events didn’t transpire, and Stacy having a head is required in making those events happen. Can’t blame me if anything happens.” Oros opened her mouth and shoved her entire sandwich down her throat. Snakes are capable of dislodging their lower jaw to eat large prey, and if a human could do this they could eat a watermelon whole. But there was no evidence that Oros used a melody to grant herself such a power. ”Mmmmmmm!” She pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag to wash down her sandwich. With a smack of her lips, she turned back to the girls. ”You guys suck at small talk, so I’ll just cut to the chase. There’s a lot of bad shit coming down the pipe. Some of it you’re aware of, some of it you’re not. Pretty sure Fritzi’s mentioned the holy diver in hushed tones to a few people already, so you should know what that is. And you got Sofron wet. I’m not a friend of GEMINI or the freelancers, but I think we stand a better chance working together, don’t you?”

”I guess? It’s always helpful to know more.” Marrie granted. ”I don’t mind working together, though I’m not sure I’ll be any help…”

It was only when the discussion turned to the Freelancers, the Mavericks, and GEMINI all uniting against a common foe, that the Knight of Tomorrow was finally able to find her voice.

“While I agree it’s best to stand together against a world-ending threat, The Mavericks have proven themselves to be little more than terrorists, who are all-too-eager to sacrifice innocent people in order to appease the horrific appetites of monsters. And speaking of the end of the world,” she added, while glaring at Oros. “Isn’t that exactly what you’re trying to accomplish?”

”That’s the rumor. But if it was the truth, wouldn’t I be scrambling to get into Justin’s good graces?” Oros set down her vodka and placed her hands on her knees. ”But you aren’t wrong, GEMINI and Maverick Alternative aren’t exactly peas in a pod, and it’s because of everyone's beliefs. It’s like asking the liberals and conservatives who they think the next president should be, and that’s not the kind of divide you want with a war on the horizon.” She looked to Marrie. ”But ya gotta work with the hand you’ve been dealt, and it’s too soon for all of us to stand together on the same battlefield. The gang bang is going to have to wait until later. But! we can work apart towards the same goal.” she looked back at Ashley. ”Wanna know more about the Holy Diver? I fought it a month or so ago.”

Marrie bit her tongue, literally and figuratively, before shrugging and speaking. ”I guess.”

“If you’re willing to share,” Ashley added, knowing full-well that everything Oros was telling them was very likely to be complete bullshit, but still interested in any possible intel nonetheless.

”Hey now, that’s some pretty good intel I’ve got. Don’t you think it’s worth something?” Oros slapped her own knee. ”You gotta show me something hot or tell me something cool. Like, if you knew who High Priest is or something.”

Well that was oddly specific…

“I can’t speak for Gale, but I’ve only ever communicated with High Priest via text message,” Ashley replied after a moment. “Although…” she added, narrowing her eyes. “It wouldn’t surprise me if they were you.

”Afraid I’m not charitable enough to pay people to tell me what I already know. Especially when the alternative is like, feet pics or something.” Oros folded her arms. ”Though you know what would be better than feet pics? If both of you like, held hands or something? And then you pressed your foreheads together? Maybe Icarus, being the older sister type, could have a reassuring hand on Gara gura’s shoulder? And then Gara gura could use her free hand to tug anxiously on her skirt? And this would happen, like, in a doorway or something, with Gara gura trapped between the wall and Icarus? That would be really cute.” Oros looked over the two espers. ”Well look at that narrow opening towards the dance floor! That would just be perfect, wouldn’t it? Come on, let's see how you girls look!”

”Uh… That’s oddly specific.” Marrie said as she walked towards the area Oros mentioned, looking around. ”I guess I don’t mind holding hands with someone, that seems simple enough.”

Ashley frowned when Oros switched the subject, in her usual disjointed fashion, to she and Gale striking suggestive poses for the pink-haired lunatic’s sick enjoyment. Possibly vital information on an exceptionally powerful Behemoth ostensibly hung in the balance, but there was no guarantee that anything Oros chose to tell them would be even remotely accurate. However, the Knight of Tomorrow’s indecision was resolved for her, when Gale agreed to the depraved esper’s strange request.

“Fine,” Ashley relented with a resigned sigh as she moved to join Gale by the door. “If that’s your price, then I suppose I can accommodate it…”

I mean, it’s not like it’s all that degrading…


By this point, Oros had stood up and approached the two espers. ”Oh wow! You’re doing it!” Her grin had been replaced with open mouthed awe. ”It’s so strange, I’ve seen images like this before but-” She stepped past them. ”It’s in three-dee now! And happening in front of me. I can, I view from almost any angle! I can feel the warmth coming off your bodies! I can smell you!” After eyeing them up for a bit, she continued. ”Holy Diver is a song by Dio, who in an interview said that the song was about a christ figure who was going to leave his home planet while his people selfishly begged him to stay. The behemoth of the same name also looks like a christ figure, sort of. But that’s not the only reason for their namesake!” Oros leaned in towards Marrie and Ashley. They could feel her breath on their faces as she whispered. ”He dives out of the sky, and proceeds to cast ten spells. But these spells, they’re all very powerful, and appear to be themed after the ten plagues of egypt.” What Oros said was likely new to Marrie, but not Ashley. She was a GEMINI esper and was well read on such creatures. ”And as for each of those attacks…” There was a white flash, then Oros stepped backwards and slipped her cellphone into her pants. ”You know, I do like how wholesome and cute this is, but it’s ahhhh, it’s missing spice you know?” Oros poked her finger tips together. ”How about you comfort each other with a kiss? That would be really sweet.”

As Ashley and Gale took their places, Oros had a little “fangirl moment”, before giving a very basic overview of Holy Diver. Unfortunately, it wasn’t anything the Knight of Tomorrow didn’t already know, and certainly not worth this level of discomfort. Ashley was about to say as much when Oros snapped a picture.

Then she asked them to kiss.

“I think that’s going a bit too far,” Ashley replied pointedly, her cheeks beginning to turn red as she glared at the pink-haired esper. “And no one gave you permission to photograph us,” she added. “So I’d appreciate it if you deleted that picture you just took.”

”Uh… Yeah. I mean, she’s cute and all, but I don’t really know her well enough to want to kiss her. But why is this ‘Holy Diver’ important, anyway? Is it from around here, or someone else’s job?” Marrie asked as she pulled away from Orion.

Oros didn’t say anything. But as the seconds ticked by, the smile ran from her face. ”I’m sorry, what did you say?” She looked between both girls before resting her hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword. ”Have you mistaken my hospitality for friendship?” She added with a growl. ”You killed my date, and I was fuckin’ generous enough to give the two of you a way out. I even dove out a window to look for your friend. You refuse to eat with me and you won’t even play a game because it makes you feel uncomfortable?” She looked down on the espers as if they were insects. ”Am I a joke to you?”

Eh? ”You were just talking about being allies a bit ago, and now you want to fight? What’s with that? If you’re not upfront about something, you don’t get to complain when people don’t notice what you actually want.”

Oros seemed a bit startled that Marrie was the one to speak up next. ”I-I didn’t say I wanted to fight.” She rubbed the back of her head. ”I thought I told you guys that I wanted a date, and you snubbed me. So I think I was pretty up front about what I wanted.”

”Wait, you were serious about wanting a date?” Marrie was taken aback, having barely been paying attention in the first place and thinking Oros had been joking. ”I mean, I don’t know anything about you… Though I guess that’s what dating is for…? I’ve never been on a date before…” Should she be thinking about dating in the mental state she was in? Probably not. Was she in sound enough mind for romance? Definitely not. Was she willing to be coerced into the first date of her life? Maybe.

Unsurprisingly, Oros took offense at Ashley and Gale’s objection, going so far as to not-so-subtly threaten them with violence if they didn’t agree to her demand. What did surprise the Knight of Tomorrow was how quick Gale was to give a fairly indignant response to the pink-haired lunatic, before seeming to ponder the possibility of going on a date with her…

“H-Hold on,” Ashley spoke up after getting over her initial shock. “I said I’d spend the evening with you earlier, even if I don’t find you the most pleasant person to be around,” she told Oros. “And if Gale wants to come too, that’s fine. I just want to make sure she’s safe and not taken advantage of.”

The lunatic laughed. ”As if you could stop me… Not that you’d need to, of course!” She looked over the girls as her grin widened. ”I thought the whole thing hinged on me bringing tOm nom back safe and sound. You know what? You girls are alright.” She raised one of her hands into the air and extended a finger.

”The first plague, water to blood. I don’t advise drinking any tap water during the diver’s approach. It’s also going to rain most likely, so, might want to bring an umbrella and feed your pet fish its last meal.

Next is frogs. They’ll crawl out of the blood and fall from the sky. There will be so many of them that it will be hard to walk without stepping on them, and doing so is greatly discouraged. The bile in them is corrosive and they explode when popped. They’re a bit sticky too, and love to cling to people.

Now we get serious, the third plague pulls flesh eating gnats out of the ground.This combos good with the frog one. Definitely seek higher ground.

The fourth plague is flies. By this point you’re going to be covered in blood, frog guts, and dead gnats. More of a nuisance than anything else, they’re almost inescapable. Needless to say, they’ll be thickest where the dead are. Oh, and they’re huge and definitely not something you want drinking the frog vomit off of your face.

Pestilence was the fifth plague, but we don’t rely on animals for transportation as much as we use to. Consecutive thunderbolts will cause an EMP pulse if they don’t fry you outright. Expect infrastructures to collapse and cars to not start, because almost everything has a computer in it these days.

Then you have boils to look forward to. The pain ramps up over time, but you can cure them with even a modest purify note. Otherwise, the pain will make it difficult to cast melodies, and I imagine you’ll be a little more sore after something slaps you.

In the number seven slot, you have hail to look forward to. Nice big chunks the size of baseballs. Remember when I said to get an umbrella? Yea, might wanna just hide in something if you can.

Followed by Locust, because flesh eating crawlies weren’t bad enough, we need ones that fly now. Only good news about these is that they’ll finish off the flies. You’ll wish the flies were back real quick though.

The ninth plague is darkness. It’s a magical darkness, so don’t expect to ward it off with a candle. Though your light magic might be able to do something against it.

And then the last one. By this point the diver is ready to fly back up into the heavens, but as a parting gift, he’ll kill every firstborn in Pax Septimus. He doesn’t discriminate either. You can be a father with three kids, or the oldest sister, and you’re toast as soon as this goes off. Though as a first born myself, I can say that being an esper does seem to make one immune to the curse.”


As Ashley listened to Oros describe the various stages of the Holy Diver’s attacks, she couldn’t help but feel a little sick. While the information wasn’t all new to her, it was still no less horrifying than when she’d first read about it. The Knight of Tomorrow still had no idea how the relatively small G.E.M.I.N.I. force in the city was going to defeat it, even with help, but she knew with dreadful certainty that if they didn’t, a lot of people were going to die…

With a sigh, Oros gave the girls a wistful smile. ”Ah, you look like you’ve been through hell. Let’s do the date thing after the diver thing, eh?” She pulled out her phone and started scrolling. ”I’ll uh, I’ll get rid of that picture too, since it bothered you guys.” After finishing up with her phone, she shoved it into her pants. ”You kids get some rest, okay? You too Icarus, someone needs to watch out for the big sister sometimes.” Oros tapped the floor with her scabbard, and she sank into a portal. It wasn’t long before the portal grew a row of teeth and comped together before dissipating.

After giving her “briefing”, the pink-haired esper surprisingly chose to depart. She’d even deleted the picture she’d taken. Apparently their “date” would happen after the diver had paid its visit. Something else to look forward to…

“So, I guess we should probably leave now, huh?” a weary Ashley asked after a moment of silence had passed.

Although it seemed likely that they had succeeded in eliminating Sofron, there wasn’t any way to know for certain, much like the nebulous fate of their ally, the Maiden. All told, this really didn’t feel like a victory, and all Ashley wanted to do now was take a long night’s rest, before setting to work preparing for what promised to be a very challenging battle…

Marrie nodded and slowly left the building, head down as she thought over what she had heard. She’d have to tell Stacy that she missed a chance at getting her a new head when she got home.
@BrokenPromise Hey! No stealing Suzuya! She's Olivia's partner!




Olivia listened with rapt interest as Drossel explained the nature of her powers, although perhaps not exactly in the most detailed manner… The Tuner also cautioned against seeking power for power’s sake, which was something the Ethereal Rose was mostly unbothered with. After all, the only reason she would want a “tune up” was the possibility of getting even closer to her darling Xolys, and to improve their ability to fight Pageless together, of course. She was just about to say as much, when Drossel revealed that she would not, in fact, be performing any tunings at this time, and instructed the gathered students to seek her out at a later date.

“Huh… How very peculiar…” Olivia observed with a frown as she watched The Tuner depart. “I was certain she was going to give at least one demonstration right now… All that build up, and then nothing… It’s kind of disappointing, don’t you think, Suzuya?”

However, before the now-untransformed fox girl could answer, Olivia’s attention was drawn to where Charlotte was gushing over a young woman the Ethereal Rose had never seen before…

“Oh gosh!” the azure-clad beauty exclaimed in delight as she got a better look at the new arrival. “She has a tail just like you, Suzuya! I’m so sorry I didn’t catch your name before,” she added, while moving closer to the wolf girl in an effort to introduce herself. “But I’m Magical Maiden Ethereal Rose, although you can just call me Olivia if that’s more convenient,” she told the still-being-petted young woman with a giggle. “I’ve noticed that most magical girls have really long titles, but I’ve never managed to find out just why that is… Oh! I’m so terribly sorry! I completely forgot to introduce my companions! This is Suzuya, aka Burning Heart, and this handsome creature is my darling consort, Thyerg’Xolys!”

“A most delightful pleasure to make your acquaintance,” the eldritch beast told her, while giving a polite bow.

“What with looking like a wolf and all, is your Grimoire perhaps Little Red Riding Hood?!” Olivia asked with an eager smile. “I’ve always been fascinated by how the big bad wolf in that story was able to swallow multiple people whole!” she added. “He must have been very big indeed! Or perhaps his stomach was actually connected to a pocket dimension where he stored his food until it was ready to be digested… What do you think?” she asked the probably-overwhelmed-by-this-point young woman expectantly.
@BrokenPromise Mainly the latter.

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