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“You are most welcome,” Lunella replied with a gentle smile after Orion expressed his thanks for her well-wishes. When the fire elementalist went on to note his interest in moon flowers, the young Lunatic’s azure eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Oh, they are quite extraordinary,” she replied, her voice carrying a soothing quality reminiscent of the moon's gentle glow. “Moon flowers are delicate, silvery-blue blossoms that only bloom under the light of the three moons. They actually absorb the moonlight, causing them to emit a soft, ethereal silvery-blue radiance.” Her gaze drifted upward, as if envisioning the enchanting scene. “But the real magic happens when the lunar butterflies arrive,” she continued, clasping her hands together. “These butterflies, which only come out when Luminara, The Lunacy Moon, is Full, are shrouded in a subtle, silvery-blue aura. They flutter around the moon flowers, enhancing the enchantment with their gentle, shimmering dances.” By this point, Lunella’s voice had taken on a dreamy quality as she described the spellbinding natural spectacle. “The moon flowers and lunar butterflies create a tranquil symphony of light and nature,” she explained. “It is as if Luminara herself is blessing the world with her presence. I would be delighted to show you, Orion, when the next Full Moon graces us with its beauty. It is truly an experience like no other.”

Before the fire elementalist could reply, Quincy began enthusiastically repeating everything both Orion and Lunella had said. The young Lunatic did her best to stifle a giggle in response to these latest whimsical antics, but her amusement swiftly turned to awkward unease, after the Dreamweaver began to inquire if she had ever tried eating a butterfly, before being cut off by Ennui. The familiar proceeded to tell them about the tragic loss of her and Quincy’s home to abyssal corruption, something that clearly weighed heavily upon the pair.

As Lunella listened to Ennui's story, her moonlit eyes filled with sympathy. “I am truly sorry for your loss,” she told them in a soft and solemn voice as she bowed her head. “The Abyssal Convergence's touch can bring darkness and sorrow to even the most cherished places. If there is anything I can do to help, or if you and Quincy ever need a place to find solace under the light of the moons, please know that my heart and home are open to you both.”

Conversation then turned to the great elemental threat Orion was working to prevent, and upon hearing Orion's grave explanation about the Inferno Tyrant and the cataclysmic danger it posed, Lunella's expression turned serious. As one attuned to the movements of momentous cosmological forces, she fully understood the weight of the situation, and its implications for not just the Elemental Enclave, but the entire world.

“The return of this Inferno Tyrant and its desire to disrupt the elemental balance is a perilous threat indeed,” Lunella concurred. “Based upon my recent astrological auguries, I believe it is likely that the Abyssal Convergence and this cataclysmic force are somehow intertwined, and, needless to say, the repercussions of their combined actions could bring immeasurable suffering if allowed to remain unopposed. That said,” she added with a reassuring smile as she placed a delicate hand over her heart. “Know that you have at least one ally who is prepared to stand by your side.”

However, before more could be said, the once-festive square suddenly thrummed with a palpable tension once again. The ominous presence of the approaching Abyssal creatures was causing the crowd around them to grow increasingly unsettled, and Lunella herself felt a deeply unnerving sense of foreboding in the air, a feeling like a dozen needles pricking the edges of her awareness and sending goosebumps racing across her skin.

Into the midst of this ominous setting, a commanding figure appeared from out of the panicking crowd, her no-nonsense demeanor evoking an aura of authority and control. Lunella recognized the woman at once as Marshal Elara, one of Nexustead’s foremost protectors. As the Marshal strode into the scene and her stern gaze shifted between Quincy and the others, Lunella couldn't help but sense the tension and suspicion in the air. The mention of Quincy Safehaven's name evoked a heightened sense of unease among the crowd, and the young Lunatic couldn’t hep but wonder what the eccentric Dreamweaver could have done to elicit such a reaction, which seemed rather extreme, even in light of his recent antics.

As if in answer, Elara proceeded to caution them about the dangers of trusting Quincy, before revealing that he was the one who had driven King Arion of the Harmonious Archipelago mad a century earlier. As a resident of the archipelago herself, Lunella was well acquainted with this tumultuous period of her homeland’s history. Indeed, the chaotic fallout of Arion’s insanity had reached even her own beloved lunar cities. Yet, despite the gravity of the situation and the accusations directed at Quincy, Lunella maintained a calm demeanor, her delicate features and enchanting eyes continuing to show compassion for her companion. While she was fully aware of his actions’ disastrous repercussions, from what she had seen this evening, it was highly doubtful that Quincy had acted out of malice toward the king. Indeed, it was far more likely to have been the result of a simple misunderstanding, albeit one with distressingly tragic consequences.

Still, in the midst of so much rising chaos and suspicion, Lunella recognized that it was imperative for Quincy to provide an explanation and address the situation swiftly. His actions had already stirred tumultuous events, and the encroaching Abyssal creatures added an even more perilous layer to the predicament. While her serene presence may have contrasted with the turbulence surrounding her, it was evident that she understood the urgency of the situation and the need for clarity.

As Marshal Elara pointed toward the approaching Abyssal threat, Lunella's graceful posture remained poised. Her demeanor conveyed the message that while past events might have shadowed Quincy's reputation, she hoped that the Dreamweaver would be able to provide a compelling reason for his actions tonight, and then, to actively contribute to addressing the growing peril at hand.

Kurai Majokko

@ShadowSunRisen

Nyxia hadn’t been sitting for very long, before a blonde girl with a violin began playing a tune. The Neon Tempest had to admit that the girl was rather talented, although the piece didn’t really fit the somber mood she found herself in. What am I even doing here? she wondered, even as a blue-haired girl began what appeared to be an impromptu magic show. She didn’t know how to socialize with any of these girls, and, quite frankly, she didn’t particularly want to. As the musical performance continued, Nyxia realized that, like herself, the elegantly attired musician had yet to return to her mundane form, a fact which allowed the girl’s instrument to continue playing in mid-air, even after she had begun wandering over to Nyxia’s table. When the girl sat down, poked her foot, and began her little spiel about trust, The Neon Tempest couldn’t help but sigh.

“I only trust two people,” she informed the girl in an icy tone. “One of them is right here,” she added, gently caressing her enormous weapon. “The other is dead. As for our host’s motivations, it’s painfully obvious she’s just interested in trying to fuck everyone, like we’re characters in some fucking video game. Why the hell would I give even a single shit about someone so needy and pathetic?” she asked, her voice filled with contempt, along with a slight, but still perceptible amount of pain.

For a precious moment, Nyxia had hoped that maybe Oros, Suki, or whatever the hell she chose to call herself might have been different, but no. Like all the others, she merely saw Nyxia as something to be used, rather than as someone to be loved…

Fucking bitch…

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

Chapter Three-
Making the Most out of Fortuitous Opportunities

Not one fucking word...
-Kate

After collecting the bounty on the unconscious Tina, it was time for Kate to begin the most unpleasant part of her assignment. Although she’d been somewhat curious as to what the individual who’d posted the bounty planned to do with the curator-turned-cowgirl, when they had produced a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs, the photographer figured she was better off not knowing… Indeed, her impending trip to Wonderland promised to be unnerving enough.

While the dimension wasn’t particularly difficult to locate, entering it without being detected was another matter entirely, to say nothing of resisting the bizarre brainwashing effect it had on those who stayed for too long. Fortunately, Kate was nothing if not resourceful, and with the network of connections she had access to, finding solutions for each of these problems was a fairly simple matter. Thus, a special enchanted jewel, crafted by Gem Maiden Margret, at the request of Snow Maiden Sarah, would fully protect her from any forms of mental manipulation Wonderland or its inhabitants might attempt, while a favor from the enigmatic Lesser Force known as The Lady of Doors would allow the plucky photographer easy and unnoticed access to the dimension itself. However, the young woman who emerged from the sentient cottage and into the light of Wonderland’s smiling sun was quite possibly the complete antithesis of the usual Kate Carson.

Bedecked in the most outrageously elaborate wedding dress one could imagine, with a train almost as long as her golden, rapunzel-esque hair, which flowed behind her like a silky river, the young woman was a perfect fit for the fairy tale and nursery rhyme inspired world that she had entered. Always mindful of the importance of blending into the background, Kate had realized that, paradoxically, her impractically extravagant transformed self would actually stand out less in this strange realm than her nondescript mundane appearance, much to her considerable annoyance.

Holy shit… the golden-haired maiden thought as she took in the singing villagers and various sentient objects and structures of the small town in which she now found herself. And I thought MDP was bad… Indeed, Kate wouldn’t have been surprised if the whimsical girl had been the one to create this childish dimension, and even if she hadn’t, she’d certainly feel right at home within it. Kate on the other hand…

“Buzzy buzzy buzzy bees~!” a swarm of honey bees happily sang as they buzzed by her. “Let’s greet the flowers and the trees~!” they added before finally noticing the newest arrival to their town. “Your hair is golden, like the sun~! Why don’t you dance with everyone~?!”

“Oh, uh, I am so terribly sorry,” Kate hastily apologized, affecting a far more formal and archaic manner of speech than she usually employed. “But I have a very important appointment in the Capital, and I must not be late!”

“Then you need a cabbie, that’s for sure!” a jovial bearded man declared, as his pumpkin carriage pulled up beside her. “Just mind the steps beside the door!”

“Hellooo there, lady fair,” the pair of rainbow-maned unicorns hitched to it neighed a greeting.

“Greetings,” Kate replied with a graceful curtsy. “I am Lady Katerella Carsonia of fairest Fae Creek, and I must reach the Capital as soon as possible. Thus, I would be most grateful to make use of thy services.”

“But of course!” the cabbie replied with a hearty chuckle. “Tis’ Royal Portrait Day, after all! Why, painters and photographers are comin’ from all over Wonderland, they is, so we’ll get you an’ that lovely camera o’ yours right to Her Majesty in two tlifs of a tizzle!”

Royal… Portrait Day…? Kate couldn’t help but wonder as she climbed aboard the carriage and attempted to pull both the train of her dress and her golden tresses inside with her. Well, that’s certainly convenient…

Moments later, the carriage was off, the residents and structures of the village singing a cheerful song to commemorate its departure. As they went along, Kate saw the events of over a dozen fairy tales play out, all while the smiling sun serenaded her with a cheerful tune. “What a wonderful world we live in,” the golden orb sang as fluffy, fair weather clouds provided a backing chorous. “When we live in the land of make believe~” Soon enough, they had reached the Capital, the carriage coming to a stop in front of the gilded gates of the queen’s grand castle.

“Here we are, m’lady!” the cabbie announced. “Right on time, we is!” he added, holding up a golden pocket watch. “Right on time!”

“I thank thee kindly,” Kate told the cabbie with a dazzling smile as he helped her step out of the carriage. “And thee as well,” she added, giving a curtsy to the pair of unicorns.

“Oh goodness me!” A dapper servant exclaimed as he approached, flanked by two club guards. “Might you be here for a portrait session?”

“Yes, that is most correct,” Kate confirmed. “Lady Katerella Carsonia, Royal Photographer,” she added with a demure nod and yet another elegant curtsy.

“Oh, how wonderful!” the servant declared. “Right this way! Right this way!” he added, gesturing for Kate to follow him into the castle.

As they proceeded down a maze of corridors, various protective sigils and wards deactivated, allowing their passage deeper into the castle. Before long, they had reached the opulent throne room, where several painters were already hard at work on a series of portraits. At the center of the chamber, the Queen of Hearts herself sat upon her gilded throne, her expression one of regal impassiveness. However, as imposing as the Ruler of Wonderland was, Kate’s attention couldn’t help but be drawn to a small table beside the throne, where, along with various assorted items, a small notebook had been placed.

Damn, I really hit the jackpot…

The servant gestured for Kate to take up position between two of the painters, before announcing, “The Lady Katerella Carsonia, Royal Photographer, your Majesty.”

The queen gave the smallest of nods in acknowledgement, at which point the servant quickly retreated into a far corner. For her part, Kate began preparing her ornate, bejeweled camera for this most important of photo opportunities. Although others might have been petrified at the thought of standing in the queen’s presence, Kate was a professional, and her delicate hands never so much as trembled as she went about attaching a special lens, adjusting the focus, and selecting a configuration on her holographic display’s settings menu that had been prepared for just this specific occasion. Once all was in readiness, she raised the camera’s viewfinder to her eye and took a quick snapshot of Wonderland’s monarch.

“I thank thee most humbly for permitting me this great honor, thy Majesty,” Kate told the Queen with a curtsy as she prepared to depart.

Moving to the exit in a calm and stately manner, she was met once more by the servant who had previously escorted her. “Shall you be needing to use the Royal Darkroom, Miss?” he inquired. “Or perhaps an enchanted computer terminal instead?”

“I am most grateful for the offer, but, as it happens, Her Majesty’s photograph is ready right now,” Kate replied, even as she retrieved a printed copy of the photo from where it extended out of the lower portion of her camera. “I do hope that it is to her liking.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be, Miss!” the servant assured her. “Thank you so very much!” he added, taking the photo when Kate offered it to him.

With her objective complete, Kate made her way out of the castle and back to the small village she had arrived in. Employing the two-use-only key the Lady of Doors had given her, she stepped through the door of one of the cottages, only to emerge in the back room of A Taste of Heaven tea shop, in the Overcity.

“Phew… Glad that’s over…” the photographer sighed in relief as she reverted to her mundane appearance. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got here…”

Opening several additional screens on her camera’s holographic display, she scanned the relevant pieces of new information her photograph of the Queen of Hearts had gleaned. Apparently, the Queen was originally an English woman who lived in the Victorian Era. She had a daughter, named Alice, who died under mysterious circumstances, circumstances that only taking a photograph of the girl herself would reveal. However, one of the interesting features of Kate’s camera was that it could combine info sets. That is to say, if multiple photos were taken of people and/or objects related to a single item of interest, the information they provided would be pooled together. Not only that, but each additional piece to this proverbial puzzle would unlock new insights that would otherwise be unknown, had said piece been kept separate. Thus, by combining the information gained from the photographs of Mariette and her parents with that provided by the Queen’s photo (which also included the monarch’s notebook), Kate was able to delve deep into the past, and find a possible connection between the Portal Witch and the Wonderland Sovereign.

While Mariette was not the queen’s daughter, it appeared as though one of the girl’s distant ancestors was named Alice and bore an uncanny resemblance to her current appearance. Much like the queen’s daughter, this Alice also died at a young age for reasons unknown. Piecing these disparate facts together, it was clear that this girl and the queen’s daughter were one and the same. Thus, while not the original Alice, Mariette still carried her bloodline, and perhaps, even her reincarnated spirit. Yet, although this was a major discovery, Kate had also found another, considerably more concerning detail. According to the queen’s notebook, every girl named Alice that the Wonderland Sovereign had investigated as potentially being her lost daughter had come to a decidedly unpleasant demise…

Yikes… I better tell Sarah to let her friends know they need to keep a close watch on their Alice.

After texting the snow maiden a quick heads up, Kate sent all the info she’d gathered to Nykannis.

Welp, mission accomplished! Gotta say, that was a LOT easier than I thought it’d be, Kate reflected as she opened up her interdimensional data feed. I think it's time for a little vacation. But where to go… she mused as she scrolled through the list of various items, before stopping on an event with a particularly over the top header. The World Fighting Carnival, huh? It’s been a while since I’ve visited that universe, and the thought of relaxing on a sunny beach sounds awfully appealing…

With a smile, the photographer tapped the item, which opened a small interdimensional gateway. Whistling the first notes of a cheerful melody, she strolled through the portal, which promptly closed behind her.

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“It is a most sincere pleasure to meet you, Orion,” Lunella told the fiery elementalist with a demure bow after he had introduced himself. “I pray the moons’ light may guide you to find the answers you seek.”

After Quincy had poured her tea, Lunella waited a few moments for it to cool, before taking a careful sip. Strangely, the “tea” seemed to be markedly lacking in flavor, almost to the point that the young Lunatic couldn’t help but wonder if it was simply heated water. Regardless, their host appeared to greatly enjoy it, the sound of Quincy’s gleeful declaration of its deliciousness bringing a small smile to Lunella’s tranquil countenance.

“Um, perhaps if you allowed it to cool, it would not hurt as much,” she tentatively suggested in her usual calm and soft spoken voice, although, by this point, Quincy seemed to have moved on to other things, in particular, a discussion on potted plants.

He was certainly an amusing fellow, Lunella reflected, although she imagined the task of watching over him was quite the chore, causing her to feel a twinge of sympathy for the Dreamweaver’s small familiar.

As the talk of plants continued, Lunella decided to make her own small contribution to the discussion. “I, myself, am particularly fond of moon flowers,” she shared, placing a delicate hand over her heart and closing her eyes as a serene smile graced her gentle visage. “The lunar butterflies they attract glow in the most enchanting manner.”

Kurai Majokko

As Nyxia sat atop one of the picnic tables, her feet resting upon the seat and her arms wrapped protectively around The Omega Obliterator, she found that she was still trying to wrap her mind around the chain of events that led her here. That first unexpected invitation from Rei, her recent first outing with the club, her… “interaction” with Earthshaker, and, of course, the “fight” that had allowed this strange girl currently holding court to win the “privilege” of cooking them all dinner. It was all so incredibly surreal, she reflected, so utterly nonsensical. Indeed, with how bizarre everything preceding it had been, The Neon Tempest realized that it should have been obvious that the duel between Roche and this Oros girl would devolve into what she could only describe as an aggressive make-out session. She had been so eager for a real fight, for the chance to potentially watch the club’s rule keeper be humiliated, just as the athletic girl had humiliated Nyxia herself, and while that humiliation had certainly occurred, The Neon Tempest had found it more disgusting than gratifying.

As someone who had never experienced romantic attraction in her life, Nyxia had found the display deeply unsettling. Not only was she unused to witnessing such… passionate expressions of affection, but they caused her to reevaluate Oros’s flirtatious advances towards her. Yes, it was now increasingly obvious that this girl would try to force herself on anyone. She didn’t really care about Nyxia as a person at all, just as yet another potential romantic partner, like she was just a character from one of those creepy dating sims. Of course, there was always the possibility that Oros’s behavior was simply a byproduct of her magic, much as how Nyxia herself received profound feelings of excitement and euphoria from slaughtering Miseria, but even if that was the case, it still left a bad taste in her mouth.

The only person who ever really loved me was Kaito… she thought bitterly, even as she hugged her enormous energy cannon tighter.

Oros, or rather, Suki’s words went unacknowledged, The Neon Tempest making a move towards neither the drinks nor the snacks, but simply watching in silence as her hostess went into the kitchen, her sharp eyes noticing that Suki had actually picked the lock, as opposed to using a key.

What the hell?

The girl was certainly a strange one, no doubt about that. Like many of the others present, Suki had reverted to her mundane form, but why she felt the need to show off its rather unappealing appearance, to say nothing about the fact that she lived in a glorified homeless shelter, was beyond Nyxia. After all, she wasn’t about to let any of these people see her weak and pathetic true self, that was for damn sure…

With all this in mind, The Neon Tempest couldn’t help but wonder, Do I even wanna know what the fuck she’s making in there?

Kurai Majokko

@Lonewolf685@BrokenPromise

Nyxia watched as Rei and the other club members began to return, with their green-haired leader noting that Nyxia and Earthshaker would be deciding where they would eat. This was a bit of a problem, as The Neon Tempest had never eaten out a single time in her life, the exceedingly poor health of her mundane form precluding such things. Thus it came as something of a pleasant surprise when one of the other girls offered to cook dinner for them. But not before engaging in some pretty extensive flirting.

Nyxia was honestly taken aback by this. No one had ever flirted with her before, or even praised her (with the sole exception of her brother). To have this girl she had only just met shower her with wildly over the top complements, while blatantly ogling her body, left The Neon Tempest unsure of what to think. Was this girl simply being sarcastic? Was she just teasing her, as so many others had done? Or was she actually being entirely genuine? Not only that, but Nyxia had never really given much thought to romantic relationships of any kind, so she was seriously out of her depth in such a situation. Still, that wasn’t to say she wasn’t open to trying something new, especially in her current uninhibited form.

“Thanks,” Nyxia replied with a smirk, while flipping her hair back in dramatic fashion. “I’m glad to see someone appreciates what I have to offer this little club! Nice poem, by the way,” she added. “Did you just think that up on the spot?”

When talk shifted back to possible venues for the evening’s meal, Nyxia couldn’t help but giggle at the overly dramatic way this pink-haired girl talked up the idea of eating at her place, to say nothing of the snarky jab she gave to Earthshaker. Yes, The Neon Tempest reflected, she was really starting to like this girl already. For her part, Roche was clearly less than impressed by the girl and her offer, going so far as to suggest a barbecue place Nyxia herself had supposedly mentioned, evoking a frown from the Neon Tempest.

Obviously, Nyxia had done no such thing, and while the thought of eating barbecue for the first time without her mundane self’s sensitive stomach getting in the way was an appealing one, she wasn’t too big a fan of someone lying about her. “Actually, I don’t recall mentioning that at all,” The Neon Tempest replied pointedly, while giving Roche a withering glare. “But it does sound rather enticing…” she mused. “Then again, so does the idea of putting my new admirer’s claims to the test… Decisions, decisions… Oh! I know!” she exclaimed with a sadistic grin. “Why don’t the two of you fight for it?!” Nyxia suggested, her eyes alight with gleeful anticipation.

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Even as Lunella prepared to finish quelling the last remnants of the Flittergnats' chaotic antics, her tranquility was shattered by the apparent owner of the strange shed. Startled by the sound of his jovial voice, the young Lunatic whirled around to find that its source was a silver-haired man in the garb of a Dreamweaver.

“Um, well, not entirely…” a still rather startled Lunella replied tentatively, when the man claimed that she had fixed his home. A moment later, his diminutive companion explained the full truth of the matter, causing his gleeful demeanor to dampen considerably. “Oh, um, tea would be splendid,” the bespectacled young woman told him with a tentative smile, still somewhat confused but genuinely wishing to cheer the despondent Dreamweaver up. “Thank you so very much for the offer.”

At about this time, one of the local elementalists approached them, noting the stubborn nature of the Abyssal Convergence’s influence in a commiserating tone.

“Yes, it is indeed quite tenacious,” Lunella agreed with a scholarly nod. “Yet, if I may be permitted, I believe I might be able to…” her words trailed off as the Dreamweaver abruptly returned the shed to its place within his dreamcatcher, the structure vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “Oh, um… Very well, then…” she conceded in a quiet voice.

The young Lunatic observed in silence as the Dreamweaver went on to manifest a far smaller conjuration, namely an inviting fire, some teacups, and a… rubber duck…? This last whimsical addition brought a slight smile to Lunella’s gentle features, one which broadened when the Dreamweaver’s small companion addressed her and the two elementalists that had joined them.

“Please, there is no need to apologize,” Lunella insisted, raising her open palms. “With the Dreamer’s Moon gracing the firmament this evening, such occurrences are to be expected,” she added in a soft and kind voice. “It is my great pleasure to make your acquaintances,” the young Lunatic replied with a demure bow, once the pair had been introduced. “I am Lunella Celestia, astronomer, lunar mage, and seventh seat of the lunar council.”

When Quincy made his strange little toast shortly thereafter, it took Lunella a moment to realize that the Dreamweaver was expecting a response. “O-Oh, um, to harmony and tranquility,” she declared, taking a still-empty tea cup and raising it high.

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

Pentius-04 Stats

Pentius-04

4 | 4 | 5 | 3 | 3
14 | 16 | 45 | 51 | 10

Reinforcement, Gravity | Teleportation, Regeneration, Invulnerability

Enhanced Outfit | Enhanced Weapon | Dual Weapon | Enhanced Sustenance | Defender | Gifted | Mystic Artifact | Power Artifact (Oddball: Nullification)

Job Satisfaction | Chatty | Retrieval | Focused | Paragon | Ultratechnomystic Power Accumulator Pocket Dimension | Mystic Might | Mental Link

Arrogance | Big Brother

As the meeting progressed, Pentius-04 certainly had her work cut out for her. Indeed, each new development seemed to make it increasingly more difficult to ensure her bubbly charge’s safety. Lily’s hyperactive darting from potential hostile to potential hostile was bad enough, but then she started shaking their hands and hugging them! Even with her own impressive speed, 04 still worried that she might not react quickly enough, and then what would Doctor Kannis say? This was her last opportunity to redeem herself in the eyes of her respected and admired creator, and she was determined not to screw it up.

Thus, when a new arrival appeared with a golem bodyguard, she was quick to shield Lily from this latest potential threat, not only reinforcing her own defenses, but placing an incredibly thin, yet incredibly strong, skin tight protective barrier around her fellow greenette. This would also help to absorb any attacks from the girl’s so-called ‘friends’ (who, for all she knew, had been mind controlled, or replaced by duplicitous duplicates). 04 watched with stoic alertness as the new girl, Nefer, activated a jamming field, ostensibly to keep Wonderland’s prying eyes from observing the rest of the meeting. Although the field appeared to be exactly what Nefer claimed, 04 wasn’t about to take any chances, and remained ready for anything, like Chloe, seemingly in an effort to be as annoying as possible (really, MDP was nothing compared to this bitch, at least as far as 04 was concerned), deciding to summon yet another bone construct.

“I did address it,” 04 corrected when Chloe made her little quip about feeling frustrated. “But I saw no need to provide a verbal warning as neither it, nor its companion, have taken any threatening action, unlike you,” she added pointedly, even as additional barriers and shield extensions were deployed between herself and the new construct. “And we shall not be going on any dates,” she declared, fixing Chloe with a withering glare.

However, this was less due to anger, and far more to her attempt to fully scan the briefly revealed mark on the junior coin broker’s neck. Even with Nefer’s jamming field up, 04 still had full access to Doctor Nykannis’s omnidimensional database via her mental link. After all, as the Monarch of Mad Science’s eyes and ears at the meeting, she needed to remain in full contact with the good doctor at all times. Consequently, it did not take long to discover exactly what the insignia denoted…

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MDP Stats

Magical Dream Princess

3 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 3
4 | 9 | 4 | 24 | 9

Oddball: Sweet Dreams | Barrage

Wealth and Resources (not while tf'd) | Enhanced Weapon | Power Artifact | Dual Weapon | Natural Aging | Money | Intuition

Focused | Mental Link | Hidden Death | Mana Font | Mystic Might

Alien Mind | Formless | Rival Force | Clueless

As MDP continued to cheerfully chat with her friends, the rest of the meeting’s tense discussions went completely over the whimsical girl’s head. And that was fine by her. She had enough stress in her daily life, and she was confident, as only her childishly naive and idealistic transformed self could be, that Penny would take care of everything just fine. Plus, as any good magical girl knew, the Power of Friendship could defeat any threat, and with all the friends she had here, the bubbly Princess of Dreams was certain that their current problems were already as good as solved. And speaking of friends…

“Like, Magical Dream Princess never tried thatsie watsie beforesie woresie, but, like, if you thinky winky it’ll helpy welpy, then she’ll, like, totally wotally do her besty westiest~! (giggle!)” she told Ronin with a happy smile and a peace sign salute after the girl’s idea managed to break through her hyperactive mental fog. “And, like, don’t worry Miko Wiko~!” she added with a playful wink. “Magical Dream Princess will, like, totally wotally put them to sleepy weepy firsty wirsty~! (giggle!)”

Ronin and Miko then went on to discuss the contents of the mysterious note Lily had handed them, and while MDP had never seen the show, what they were discussing sounded quite fascinating, and also somewhat familiar…

“Oh~! Like, Magical Dream Princess might know somebodywody who can, like, totally wotally do thatsie watsie~! (giggle!)” she chirped, gleefully waving her hand in the air while jumping up and down. “And, like, if we asked her super duper nicely wicely, then, like, maybe waybe she could helpy welpy us~!”

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Angel of Hope Stats

Angel of Hope

3 | 3 | 5 | 4 | 3
5 | 8 | 6 | 14 | 5

Reinforcement | Third Eye

Enhanced Outfit | Enhanced Weapon | Enhanced Sustenance | Wings | Gifted

Job Satisfaction | Chatty | Mana Font | Mystic Might

Cagey | Expendable | Big Brother

“Goodness gracious!” the Angel of Hope exclaimed, placing her hands over her mouth even as tears began to glisten in her gentle eyes. “This humble servant is so very, very sorry! Never would I have imagined that my mere presence would cause such terrible distress!” she cried, her anguish palpable in her heavenly voice. “Oh, please, kind champion!” the angelic maiden pleaded, her hands clasped over the bountiful chest Aurora found so offensive. “I beg you, please find it in your heart to forgive this humble servant’s horrific mistake!”

Well of fucking course it’d be the dumbass with boob envy that hides inside the giant skeleton monster…

However, Aurora’s next words gave the heavenly maiden pause.

So, this loser got gender swapped, huh? Shit, they’re almost as pathetic as those idiots from the… wait…

“Oh! You poor thing! How so very tragic!” the Angel commiserated, tears still streaming down her radiant cheeks. “Indeed, I have encountered many who have been afflicted with similarly unfortunate circumstances,” she added. “They hold a support group once a week at the Taste of Heaven tea shop, in the Overcity,” she continued, producing a small info card and handing it to Aurora. “As fate would have it, I am on a quest on their behalf to locate a cure for their many aliments here in Penrose, where such miraculous cures are said to be almost commonplace, though I must sadly confess, I have yet to stumble upon any thus far…”

Because they’re all obviously bullshit. Wait, what the fuck are they doing now? ‘Boobie osmosis’?! Are you fucking shitting me?!

“U-Ummm, I do not believe that shall be particularly effective,” the Angel replied with a hesitant frown. “From what I have heard of these wondrous miracle cures, the ones that would perhaps be best for your particular… condition are either magical artifacts, such as the so-called ‘Red Coins’, or the wishes granted by a mysterious magical girl with the powers of a djinn. There is also an even more mysterious individual, known as The Keeper of the Keys, said to remove undesirable elements of one’s transformed self, but this humble servant regrets to say that she knows virtually nothing about her…”

And if she was actually real, I’d definitely be hitting her up…

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Connie and Mia Stats

Connie

3 | 3 | 4 | 3 | 3
5 | 4 | 6 | 22 | 5

Oddball: Nightmares | Tentacles

Enhanced Weapon | Power Artifact | Mystic Artifact | Ally | Interdimensional Home

Focused | Mental Link | Hidden Death | Mana Font | Mystic Might

Alien Mind | Formless | Rival Force | Clueless

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Mia

3 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 3
5 | 8 | 7 | 22 | 5

Wood | Barrage

Enhanced Weapon | Dual Weapon | Purification Artifact | Big Red Button

Blessing | Divine Competence | Gifted Item | Mana Font | Mystic Might

Rites| Arrogance | Big Brother | Clueless

What am I even doing here? Connie thought glumly.

Unlike many of the others present, the masked maiden wasn’t the leader or representative of a large and important faction, and since she hadn’t been a member of Penrose’s magical community for very long, she was only vaguely aware of most of the incidents being brought up. She knew that Justine once served a horror and was now seeking to atone for her past actions, for example, but she had never really interacted with her in any meaningful way, and so hadn’t really developed any strong opinions of the girl, positive or negative. The same could be said of the others as well. Even Chloe, a self-admitted representative of the Ebon Mint, failed to evoke the feelings of hatred one might initially suspect The Empress of Nightmares to possess, for while members of the Mint had recently been responsible for the deaths of two of her friends, Connie had always tried to judge people as individuals. Thus, she resolved to withhold her hatred of Chloe until such time as the promiscuous girl did something to deserve it.

Connie’s mask formed a small smile when Lily placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and said that if everyone brought something unique, then it would surely help, but the timid girl was still left to wonder if she really had anything unique to offer. She was just an insignificant nobody who didn’t have even a single idea for how to solve the impending crisis. Plus, her powers were only good for hurting people, not saving them, and even they had proven utterly ineffective against the Wonderlanders. Yes, she reflected, nervously gulping and hugging herself as Chloe summoned another bone construct, it was probably for the best if she just faded into the background.

However, even as she thought this, someone else chose to relinquish their own obscurity and step into the metaphorical spotlight. Connie had never met this “Binky” before, but if the greenette’s words were to be believed, she was a bit like Connie herself. Yet, while meek this girl may have been, she had also clearly been responsible for developments of great significance, where all Connie had accomplished was failing to save her friends… Thus, when Binky finished facing off against Chloe and allowed everyone else to add their own stipulations to the proposed agreement, the still-nervous Empress of Nightmares slowly raised a trembling hand.

“U-Um…” she began in a soft voice. “I-I’d like the k-killing to s-stop…”

For her part, Gaia was more focused on what Kayli had revealed, the verdant maiden’s eyes widening slightly as her guardian mentally explained what she had managed to accomplish.

That… is indeed most fortuitous, Gaia replied after a moment. However, while such knowledge shall undoubtedly be of great assistance in our efforts to both study and defend it from the Queen of Hearts’ machinations, I believe we must also consider the potential benefits of perhaps removing such a massive fomenter of strife from the equation entirely, the botanical beauty added, even as her eyes scanned over the gathering’s various bickering parties. Thus, I would highly caution revealing this information to more than a trusted few. Or, rather, I would, if I was not convinced that you have already come to that conclusion, she noted with a smirk.

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Help…? Nyxia wondered, still not fully comprehending what she was hearing. She wants to… help me…?

The Neon Tempest’s confusion only grew as Earthshaker, or rather, Roche, went on to speak of happiness, adventures, and friends… Friends. In her eighteen years, Norika had never made a single friend, outside of her brother, and as Nyxia, she didn’t see the point in changing that. Indeed, the very concept of having friends was completely alien to her, so when Roche seemed to suggest that the two of them be friends, her initial reaction was to harshly refuse. After all, this girl had gone so far as to steal her baby… Even if Roche hadn’t known the weapon’s significant to her, why would she ever want to be friends with someone who had done such a horrific thing? Why would she ever want to socialize with any of these girls? Roche said that friends were something that Kaito would want her to have, but was that really true? This was probably just a trick to get her to let her guard down in preparation for further torment, yet Roche’s mention of her father gave Nyxia pause.

Was Roche dealing with the loss of someone as dear to her as Kaito had been to Nyxia herself? Did… Did Roche actually understand the pain she felt? Despite her initial feelings of annoyance towards this girl, Nyxia found herself wanting to know more about what she had gone through, as well as to find out if her kindness was indeed genuine. Not only that, but Nyxia suspected that Kaito really would be happy to learn that she had finally made some friends and enjoyed happy experiences with them. Eating out, especially with strangers, was something she had never done before, but she would have been lying if she said she had never thought about what such an experience might be like.

“Okay, fine…” The Neon Tempest muttered. “But this ‘free food’ better not be some cheap ass dog shit…”

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As Lunella wandered through the heart of Nexustead, she marveled at the vibrant scene that unfolded before her. The elementalists’ dance, an exquisite display of elemental mastery, held her in rapt fascination. Her cerulean hair swayed in the light breeze and a soft smile curled her mouth as she strolled through the shadows cast by the late afternoon sun, which painted the cobblestone streets in warm hues.

Her attire was, as ever, simple and practical, a blue kimono bearing the symbols of stars, moons, constellations, and nebulae that gave evidence of her Lunatic heritage. However, although The Lunacy Moon, Luminara, (also known by the common nickname “Moonsight”) was merely a waxing crescent, Lunella’s presence still carried a faint aura of grace and poise, a subtle reminder of her regal duality. She watched the elementalists’ performance with a quiet appreciation, her heart stirred by their profound connection to the elements, which mirrored her own peoples’ indelible link to the moons and heavens.

A knowing glance passed between Lunella and a few of Nexustead’s residents, their shared curiosity, and unspoken understanding, palpable in the air. The whispers of ancient prophecies tugged at her thoughts, and the growing elemental imbalance weighed heavily on her mind. Lunella knew that beneath the festivities lay a deeper purpose, an unspoken quest that beckoned her to act. Indeed, she had traveled to Nexustead, here at the heart of the Elemental Enclave, in order to learn more about this rumored elemental imbalance, which seemed to coincide with celestial phenomena. The threads of fate had woven her path into the Elemental Enclave at a time of heightened energy and whispered secrets. Lunella believed that by immersing herself in the heart of these events, she might uncover hidden truths and perhaps even play a role in addressing the looming Abyssal threat.

As the silvery light of the Lunacy and Dreamer's Moons intensified, Lunella felt the elemental energy pulsating through the enclave. The subtle tremors from the nearby Abyssal Convergence served as a chilling reminder of the impending darkness that sought to engulf their world. She observed the horizon with an unyielding resolve, her gaze locked on the outlines of the approaching Abyssal creatures.

Not too many, or too large, Lunella thought to herself. The local guardians should be more than sufficient to repel them.

However, even as these thoughts formed in her mind, cries of panic reached Lunella’s ears. Apparently, other Abyssals had already infiltrated the town. Her now hurried steps taking the bespectacled young woman closer to the disturbance’s source, it wasn’t long before she was greeted with the sight of a small, Abyss-tainted shed sitting in the previously empty square. The cause for the townsfolk’s panic was what was occurring inside this recently arrived structure. A swarm of Flittergnats, small, relatively harmless Abyssal creatures, were buzzing about the inside of the shed and making all kinds of clamorous mischief. In fact, Lunella actually sensed a sort of playfulness in the tiny beings’ chaotic actions, almost like the whimsical twists of fate that she had encountered in her own lunar transformations.

What’s going on here? she wondered, her deep well of curiosity making her more intrigued than frightened. Yet, even so, that curiosity was swiftly replaced with concern when she fully realized the true extent of the crowd’s hysteria. Even if there isn’t much danger, this is still causing quite an ill-timed panic… It was at times like these that the quiet and introverted Lunatic wished she possessed the alluring and commanding presence of her transformed self. As Lady Celestia, glamorous Queen of the Full Moon, Lunella was certain that she would have little trouble calming this crowd’s fears. Yet, even in her current form of a humble astronomer and lunar mage, her skills were not entirely unsuited for the current crisis, and she refused to simply stand back and watch this alarming scene unfold before her without taking any action. Indeed, this was the eve of the Crescent Awakening, and there was no better time for a Lunatic to step out of their comfort zone and try something new.

I only hope the hour is late enough for this to work…

Clasping her hands over the Moonstone Amulet hanging from her neck, Lunella bowed her head, closed her eyes, and focused her lunar energies as she prepared to invoke Calm of the Night, a Lunar Magic spell that the usually reserved young woman had rarely attempted, especially in the presence of so many agitated people. Or Abyssals…

“In the calm of the night, when Luminara's light is bright,” she began, her soft voice carrying the soothing resonance of the moons, even as she slowly extended a hand towards the swarming Flittergnats.

“Let chaos yield to serenity, and darkness take its flight,” she continued. With each word she spoke, a soft luminescence emanated from her outstretched hand, casting a gentle, silvery glow that mingled with the chaotic energy of the Flittergnats. The tiny Abyssal beings seemed to pause in their antics, their frenetic buzzing slowing down as they hovered in mid-air.

“By the silver moons above, I invoke their guiding might,
To still the restless hearts, and bring forth gentle light.”

As Lunella continued to channel her lunar magic, her voice carried a mesmerizing quality that touched the essence of the Flittergnats. Slowly, but surely, the mischievous creatures began to calm, their movements becoming less erratic, and the disarray they had caused gradually subsiding. And that wasn’t all. Under the influence of Lunella's spell, a sense of tranquility spread through the entire area. The townsfolk, who had been in a state of panic, now found themselves inexplicably soothed by the enchanting aura that emanated from the young Lunatic's spell. The initial fear of the Abyssal Convergence's arrival gave way to a sense of wonder and calm.

Upon finishing her spell, Lunella calmly approached Quincy's shed, a serene smile gracing her visage as she reached a hand out to gently touch one of the now sleepily-fluttering Flittergnats.

“Easy, little ones,” she whispered to the tiny creatures, her tone soft and soothing. “Isn’t this more relaxing? Now then, let's find a way to restore this shed to its peaceful state, all right?”

The threads of fate had converged in this moment, weaving a story that held both anticipation and trepidation. With newfound determination, Lunella embraced the call of destiny beneath the silvery gaze of the moons, ready to embark on the untold and unexpected adventures that lay ahead.