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Truth be told, there was nowhere private in the Casino, not truly. Not when all aspect of space was caught by Harley’s ears, seen by her eyes to do as she pleased. All the same, this realm was inherent to people like her. Despite the chatter and noise around them, there would be no ears listening to their discussion, not even Kanbaru; not unless Harley wanted her to. For now, the Vassal saw no need with the whale caught up in her apparent high school reunion or whatever it was going on over there. Harley paid it no mind, mismatched gaze slipping back to Akiko.

“Oh, we’re not with the Court. Not really. We Jesters have a greater calling of the divine. Call it like this….we’re the executive board who call the shots to my Court,” Harley said smoothly. She reclined back in her chair, lazed and outstretched like a cat taking its time. “It’s no surprise you feel the Tower too. Those Demitroop dummies never think to look under their own noses to find this place. Hilarious, I know, but that’s the merit of fools and the court of liars. Though, you can’t conquer this place as a Floor.”

Harley waved her arm about, emphasizing the brunt and scale of the Casino behind and around her. “That’s not to say I doubt your intentions dear. This place isn’t part of the Tower so you’re already outside it. Congrats! You escaped! You made it out, nice job!” Harley cheered with a round of applause. “Though, if you’re talking about ferrying allies or whatever, you’re sounding like you want back in the Tower. You really want that? Or are you dumping off some non-essentials, if you catch my drift. Either way, you must be crazy to want to go back to that thing and I like it. Crazy and stupid is the cut brand of winners in a gambling world.”

Harley leaned forward in interest with a gleam in her own crimson eye, not at all offput with Akiko’s own gaze and statement. “I don’t have a problem pointing you the way back to the Tower if you’re just dumping these other brats sweety. Just make sure that’s what you want before folding your entire hand.” The talk of folding one’s hand was rather ironic when, just a good distance away, Riku played all the tricks she could have possibly used.

For a moment, for a brief moment, the bunny girls paused. They actually considered Riku’s defense when she mentioned Kanbaru’s name, their calculated minds sifting through faces and memories to find if the girl was a VIP guest. And then she kept rambling about Kanbaru stealing things and that earned her a swift smack to her lips by a bunny’s palm. The bunny girls continued dragging her away backstage, hands smothering her jaw to keep her foolery muffled and silenced and from bothering the real guests.

Katie watched all this with a sigh, knowing she’d have to save the hapless pup. Again. She wondered if she was going to have to barter for her body and soul in some form. In any case, she passed a glance at Erika with something else written in her gaze. “I need to talk to you. After we settle whatever debt that idiot’s built up for herself,” she told her cousin. It was rare enough for her to bring up a subject to the blonde, rarer still with a tone that noted just how bothered Katie was by something.

Lone should be posting for Roma soon but if Mika wants to act first with helping Lilac and her clones protect students she can.


Alter or not, is there a max of how much abilities a Fable-ranked Magical Girl could have?


Technically no. I suppose it depends on what constitutes as abilities since more adept Magical Girls just find different usages from their Grimoire. The bigger the story, the more range of ability, so ultimately depends on the Grimoire.

Ozma wasn’t sure just how much worse Roma’s delusions could go, just how far her madness ran. But the rogue Magical Girl found new ways to stretch the logical extreme of her arguments as each one of them refuted her in their own way, barring Olivia. Hybridization? Domestication? It sounded ridiculous to Ozma and any other Magical Girl with sense in their heads. “You’re grossly assuming Pageless act like any other species on the planet. We know they’re not,” Ozma pointed out gravely. “What you’re suggesting will only end in feeding more people to the Pageless. They follow the strong in the dark, and the moment they find someone stronger, more coveted in shadow; that’s when they’ll turn on you Tsubasa.”

The red witch spoke cryptically with words worn down by experience and perhaps pity. What happened to Roma that twisted her mind this far? The Magical Girl couldn’t have come to these radical opinions so easily; not the one Ozma knew of when she joined the Ministry all those long years ago. Something was off. Something was still wrong. They still didn’t get any sort of motivation or reasoning behind Roma’s actions from the girl. There had to be a driving force, had to be something that pushed her closer to the Pageless’ desires…unless. “Don’t tell me…is this about Ba-”

The shadows among them deepened and with them the rustled restless sounds of hungry Pageless reacting in kind to Roma’s Grimoire. The line of a murderer among them was concerning and Ozma said nothing of that. The time for talking was over, denounced by Roma herself. The area darkened, her Grimoire revealed, and the rogue’s body was gone, her last words a haunting echo of her true location. “She’s at the school,” Ozma announced. It was foolish. It was downright suicidal. Even if Roma meant to kill students, surely, she should have known it was a fool’s errand to strike the Ministry directly at its heart. Was she that determined to join her partner…?

Magical Girl Ozma pivoted around on her broom, ignoring the darkness, ignoring Roma’s laughter, and ignoring that obvious bait her celestial attendant stood in for. She already sensed the barrier, now murked in the shadows of the Pageless, being chiseled away and worked on outside. She ignored the increasing power around them, the formation of another Apex Pageless, to instead move her hands in patterned motions, practiced and honed over years.

The corrupt spell that held the dark barrier in place faltered, shifting, slowly growing weaker being near Ozma’s presence as if the magic that made it together was slowly absorbed by her. “Get the students out, Waffenhändler. Head back to the Ministry. Moonlight Tsubasa is either on a suicide mission or she’s trying a blitzkrieg,” she said, knowing the German would instantly catch on to how much speed was of the essence. “Either way, catching Tsubasa is the priority. If she slips away again then this was all for nothing. You catch that too Oros?” she called out to the other side of the barrier.

Something let out a bestial groan deep in the dark mall, peeks of light spreading out as the barrier cracked from Ozma and Oros’ efforts. The Apex Pageless, freshly manifested, was coming. And yet, Ozma only grinned, turning her sights on Maria now. “You’re up Morning Star. That’s your cue.” Not Maria. Her Magical Girl name. The look between senior Magical Girls was clear; Ozma expected Maria to hold off the Apex Pageless. “Join us as fast as you can,” was the last thing Ozma said to the teacher before slamming her hands together with a thunderous clap. The air stifled and the wind picked up. A great and thunderous red force emanated between Ozma’s palms and as she slowly pulled them apart, horrendous crimson winds flew out from her hands, tearing apart the weakened dark barrier in torn fragments and silvers. “All of you, go now, off and Far to Another Land.”

The barrier was broken. All of them save Maria were expected to head to the Ministry. Even as the dark barrier remnants shattered and the sunlight seeped through, it did little to stop the Apex Pageless’ approach. It hovered with a dark aura, floating right before Maria singled out as Ozma flew about to coax every other girl back the way they came. It stared the teacher down, hellish mantle of a weapon glowing with infernal flames like the dying embers of the mall.


So what I'm getting from this is Revised Grimoires are just Pageless edited Grimoires. As opposed to Alters which just come freshly distorted. Is that basically what this boils down to.
I'll post around mid-week.


Montag Detectives Limited was almost a boring place. It fit the dry and unassuming atmosphere of its locale and choice of residence with a scenery that fit more into a docking sailor’s novel than anything short of detective work. But Jane found herself captivated and surprised by the strange and humorous faces about her, especially when told the water was free. “Oh no way! Thanks mister, I right really appreciate that,” she told Cathal. She’d down her cup of water before scrambling out her seat like some limber-legged arachnid to fill her cup again before taking her spot once more with a grin at Robyn too. The man of the hour soon arrived while she sipped.

Mr. Montag himself; honestly, Jane expected someone older to be running the place, maybe around Cathal’s age. She kept those thoughts to herself though, more amazed someone so young could hobble together a business like this. As he paced about and strode past the newbies, giving his orders and expectations, Jane tilted her head. “Introductions? Um.…sir, didn't you read our resume?" she asked. Robyn shared the same sentiment; even Abigail changed up the instructions. Did that sort of freestyle chain of command happen often around here?

Before Jane inquired about that, someone else burst out through the front door. The wood rattled, the place already rotting and decrepit and Jane held her cup tightly to keep the water from spilling. Such was Marie’s loud racket of an introduction. “Hey that’s not…I thought that was for everyone…” she said with some deflation as Marie broadly took the liquor bottle and practically downed all that was left. Jane’s frown lasted only a heartbeat before curiosity spiked her interest and the first case was revealed. So much for an evaluation of their skills. Perhaps a trial by fire was best.

“Oh wow, lemme see that.” Jane crept up behind Robyn to peak at the pictures, casually sipping her water just over her shoulder. “That guy got totally totaled! And that guy….are his eyes missing? Er, are you sure we’re really up to something like this as our first case? This seems kind of hardcore and I don’t have any experience with murderers….” All the same, Jane grabbed a random paper if only because she was forced to, wondering what connection there could be.

A paranormal gang? Some monster going after organized gangs out of vengeance?

I'll be posting tomorrow more likely.
I forgot Maria had to go.
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