“Evil Eye, pleased to see you. Those count by the way,” Rei mused, the sound of crushed Miseria mixing with the screech of tire.
An engine’s roar crackled the sleepy streets of Hibusa Town, the point of noise reaching the group of dark girls second by second. One had to wonder if the bike’s loud sound was also rendered “invisible” to humans. Certainly, the bike and its riders were but who was to say the rulings applied to noise as well? Perhaps to the superstitious folk that inhabited the town it was merely the distant calls of a long-passed spirit, a Youkai. But that was neither here nor there.
Rei regarded Evil Eye’s words with a steady smile and a,
“Well, that’s not quite what I meant but who am I to deny your wit?” Her appearance sparked the presence of the two, now three light girls conglomerated on a nearby rooftop. With all three suited together, it made the Miseria restless and turn much of their attention towards them. A need to consume the light, to hunger and taint those pure emotions, drew the shadowy masses to slither up buildings.
The last of the Detention Club swiftly arrived, Kriegspiel residing beside her watery partner. Rei would have wandered what kept her so late had her thoughts not been drown out by Nyxia’s incessant whining. Kriegspiel was swift to threaten the new girl, pointing at their leader; in turn, Rei only remained with her painted-on smile. Even if it held something off. As if true to Kriegspiel’s words, a creeping chill stirred the air around Nyxia whenever she looked upon the Detention Club leader. Not that Kriegspiel bothered to explain as she moved on the offense.
“You’re too nice with people,” Rei chimed in to Earthshaker’s conversation. Of course, she meant the newcomer, leaving Rei to chuckle to herself. As usual, this contest was rigged. At the rate they were going, it’d fall on herself to pay for whatever sort of late dinner her group chose. It wasn’t an uncommon notion among them. Even Evil Eye would have gotten some slain Miseria in comparison to Rei. Maybe she was too used to playing benefactor.
A great deal of sound and clashes were heard up above and Rei swore she caught the trail ends of a silly little speech being propagated. No doubt from the resident frog eater.
“She always makes me hurl,” Rei sighed, leaning on her lamppost beside Willow. Her deranged little partner played a melody as if unconsciously soothing the sudden spike of venom and disdain in Rei’s voice.
“Those girls are way too stuck up in their views. There’s no use talking reason to them,” she told Willow, crossing her hands behind her head and stretching.
“Kaeru’s a sappy little shrine maiden and Nonsuch’s a bad parody of a paladin. Either way, recruiting them is a waste of our time. That newbie though, well, she’s got an interesting sort of magic. Can’t you feel it?”Rei had a perfect angle of the streetlamp above her in her position. Perched at its top among the pink flames was a
Mascot. Its static screen of a head illuminated light on Rei’s face. Coupled with the streetlamp, she could barely make out was written on its screen. How curious indeed. Rei wandered what dragged their enigmatic contractors out from their late evening nap. Surely, it couldn’t be this new girl?
“Hey. Why don’t you go help them out,” she suddenly told Willow. Whether she chose to assist Evil Eye or Kriegspiel was her choice but the former already departed to no doubt cash in on the challenge prize. Rei held in the ghost of a sigh. Despite the club being divided into teams, actually committing to a goal seemed troublesome. Such was the price of having so many souls lost in darkness among their number, minds deluded and deranged.
All the same, they
were still a team. Even if some of them didn’t act like it. Rei turned her one eye on Earthshaker and firmly said,
“Put a leash on your partner.” She was gone before the tanned Dark Magical Girl responded, already fading into thin air. One of their own was in danger after all and Acid Drop would feel a rush of wind tear her off the ground.
Whether it was from Nonsuch’s attack or Rei’s appearance was hard to say. The gust of force was fast as it was violent but Acid Drop would find her body shielded by another, swept off her legs and carried away from the light girl’s Sweet Arm rupturing the rooftops in its descent. Acid Drop in her arms,
Magical Girl Schrade landed a good distance away, transformed.
“Hey Tsubomi. I ran into your partner earlier. Pretty sure you two got split up,” said Schrade with her usual low smirk. The empath dark girl would feel the usual coldness that always surrounded her leader. It was a peering hollow sensation that directly opposed Nonsuch’s burning drive and passion. Whether Acid Drop made way to use such feelings to her advantage was her choice. After all, it was always a hassle when Rei transformed. Only Willow seemed to enjoy the deep chill in her chest.