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May grasped at the nearby bunk-frame attempting to get up. It was no use - her stomach ached far too much to move. She let out a pathetic little whimper before resigning to her fate. Suddenly, Pamela came to May's aid by giving her stomach a massage. May relaxed, the massage felt quite good, and Pamela was certainly skilled. Maybe a little too skilled for her own good. This loosened up May's muscles and inhibitions against vomiting. "P- Pam, PAMELA!" May said, and following that, she projectile vomited a rainbow flurry of bile mixed with cake all over Pamela. The RV now reeked of putrid vomit.

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Una quickly slipped her sweat shirt and sweat pants back on. Pam's slicing skills were impressive, but they cut off literally everything she had been wearing. Everything. Fortunately Una was quick. She stood up from the bed just in time to watch May vomit onto Pamela. She blinked a couple times and swift exited the rv. She let out a sigh and dragged her feet over to one of the trees nearby. She sat down on the ground and leaned against it. After everything that just happened, Una decided a nap would be the best course of action. She curled up beneath the tree with her hood over her head and stared at the ground in hopes she'd eventually fall asleep and forget the acts that Aimi had made her do.
 
Pamela

Pamela didn't expect having May yell out her name or get puked on.
The rainbow was so disgusting she couldn't say anything. She simply stood up and went to shower.

A refreshing shower later, Pam came back withan apron and still continued massaging May.
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Cleo Donovan​

Nicotine. It sure felt nice to inhale that toxic substance into her again. She was in town briefly, meeting up with Rey. They both smoke, and after the mess with the Gheist, smoking together with a can of beer at hand seemed the best way for Cleo to relax, at least for her and perhaps her specifically. The pleasant fresh smell of mint lingered in the air as smoke was exhaled, listening to Rey complaining-and-half-crying about how he disappointed Winston in bed, topics she weren’t entirely interested in listening about but listened anyway cause Rey was half drunk and his personality did change a bit when he’s drunk.

Cleo made sure Rey went back to his RV safely anyway before she returned to her own. It was fortunate for her that her magical girl appearance was different from her regular form to the point where it would be hard to identify the two forms as the same person. As a former ex-gang member who performed a terrorist attack on a courthouse, it would be awkward—almost laughable, if she’s also identified as one of the members who defeated the Gheist, so she would rather keep it hidden to public.

As Squad B , Cleo was aware that they were looked up to as heroes before her social media resources were taken away and they were moved to the camp. She was able to see May again, with a new frog tongue but has her usual personality back. Quite frankly, she was a little concerned for Aimi’s situation, but decided that the anxious girl would ultimately handle her problems good enough as well, so she didn’t bother really checking up on her.

And Lyudmila...Lyudmila is Lyudmila.

The loud, chirpy noises entered her ears long before she actually stepped into the RV. Before then, she caught sight of Liv smacking herself across the face with her new wooden arm due to her mutation. Cleo let out a small laugh.

Peace. Brief peace. It’s a peace she doesn’t mind having once in a while.

Then she poked her head from behind Liv just as Jerod made his comments. Her eyes scanned across everyone inside the RV, including the mini chaos that’s happening. There’s nothing that didn’t happen that’s outside of Cleo’s expectations. She was never really one to join in this type of “fun”—perhaps her personality just didn’t suit her best, but as a bystander it was a bit fun to watch.

“Oooh, Una, you turned quite sexy.”

No wonder she was wearing sweatpants and huge shirts all these time. Cleo observed, her usual small smirk hanging on her face. She wasn’t remarking like a cute girl squealing, but rather like a boy who casually noticed a difference.

“No need to be shy about it, you know.”

That was pretty much her single remark after checking up on everything that happened by the time she got here. She moved aside to let Liv back out from the RV, before hearing her called out to Claire and Liv who were about to leave, seemingly going to the town.

Despite her just coming back from it, perhaps what’s going on in the RV didn’t capture her best interest right now, so she also noted to the duo and the marionette. “Ah, then I’m coming too.”

A hand rested on Liv’s wooden shoulder as she left the campsite, following behind Aimi and Claire. “Are you used to your new arm now?”

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Fuka

Fuka remained on the outer perimeter of the camp site. She was keeping an eye out for any suspicious individuals, and having some alone time. It was rare for her to be able to go out into nature with no directives. The last time she was out in the woods she was hunting a team of special forces, which really took away from the entire 'natural' experience. Fuka sat down at the edge of the creek that ran through the campground. She thought about how the girls were acting quite rambunctious, despite the recent event. Although the effect of the attack on New York City still showed some signs of harming the girls psyche. May had been going out drinking, which Fuka had to round her up every night, and Una has been tirelessly scribbling away with a pen.

Fuka hoped that the girls did not become so distraught that they went rogue. It would be her mission to eliminate them if they chose to go rogue. Fuka tried to shake off the thought, and remained sitting at the creek-side. Taking in what she could from this little excursion

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Liv smiled pleasantly at Cleo and said, ”Glad to have you join us Cleo! I haven’t been able to talk to you much, have I? It’d be nice for us to spend time together.”

Cleo’s question about her arm made the memory of her embarrassing incident rise up in her mind, and she looked down with a flush in her face. With a cheeky grin, Jerod moved his head closer to Cleo, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Ha! You shoulda been there to see it! Liv tried to move her arm, then smacked-“

His words became muffled when Liv covered his mouth in a panic.

”Nothing! Really, the arm could still take some getting used to, but I can sort of move it now,” Liv quickly said. To demonstrate, she carefully raised her wooden forearm, then wiggled her fingers a little. Her movements were still slow and stiff, but process was process. With her other hand, she lifted Jerod by his collar and set him on the ground. ”And I just remembered. Jerod, you shouldn’t go into town with us. You’d attract too much attention. Go stay with Winston for now, alright?”

Liv looked down at Jerod haughtily, as though saying it was payback for nearly exposing her embarrassing moment. Jerod crossed his arms and grumbled, but obediently walked towards the maids and butlers’ RV.

”Anyway, Cleo, what have you done since coming here?”
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Pamela

After giving May her massage, Pamela took a plate of mini tamales and made her way outside.
Outside looked pretty nice and other girls were all over doing whatever. Una was napping on a tree, Aimi and co. were chatting together and Fuka was patrolling or something.

Pam shrugged and made her way to her commander

"Hey Fuka.."

Pam stood next to her and smiled

"Are you hungry?"

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Still holding hands with Aimi, Claire bumped shoulders with Liv where Cleo wasn't resting on her other one, and gave her a small smile. "Don't worry too much about your arm, Liv. I always thought prosthetic limbs were pretty cool, you know?"

She shot Cleo an accusatory pout. "And you! I hope you haven't been smoking lately. Those chemicals will ruin your lungs and give you cancer, and only an idiot would keep doing it regardless of that fact. I think I can smell it in your breath." She gave an experimental sniff, stretching her neck past Liv to get her nose closer to Cleo's mouth, and grumbled in a way that could only be described as "cutely disapproving".
 
Fuka looked over to Pam with a dead eyed stare. It was almost as if Fuka thought Pam was mocking her. She reached for her mask, and popped it off revealing that the lower half of her face was missing. Only a metal "jaw" existed that attached to her mask. Fuka, still maskless, slowly shook her head to deny her offer.

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Pamela

Pam slightly flinched at the dead stare, regretting her question immediately. It was extremely hard to read her since she was always so serious.

Pamela's eyes became plates and her jaw fell when she saw Fuka's lower half was missing

"That means you can't eat!? W-well it is kinda obvious since you are a Living Weapon but..You can't eat anything at all?"

Pamela pretty much started to spew out random questions, obviously surprised. She didn't know what she would do without being able to taste food.​
 
Fuka

Fuka re-attached her mask. "Yes," Fuka simply sounded off, "I have forgotten what it is like to taste." Fuka stared at Pamela still confused of her intention. Surely she did know prior to this that she had never eaten a single thing, right? After-all, during dinner time she always had been absent. Just in-case Pamela did not fully understand, Fuka decided to clarify more, "I re-charge via a link up on what you would call my 'stomach.' If a re-charging port is not available, I can insert food, and it will slowly dissolve - converting itself to energy." Considering Pamela had come all the way out here, Fuka decided to humor her.

She grabbed one of the tamale, and then lifted her shirt revealing what would be her 'stomach.' Fuka's stomach had the appearance of tight-toned abs, but had two separate metal ports on either side of her belly. Fuka pressed down on the right port, which caused it to pop open. Fuka then slid the tamale inside, after-which the port automatically sealed. A churning noise began to eminate from Fuka's midsection as the tamale began to be converted into energy.

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Pamela

Pamela couldn't believe it but she had to. Fuka couldn't taste anything! That is extremely bad luck, not being able to taste. Before she could ask how she could have energy in the first place, Fuka explained it. The metal ports sort of creeped her out, meaning Fuka was like a phone and needed a charger.

Pamela's mouth dropped lower, if that was even possible, as Fuka opened her stomach and put in the tamale. The churning noise made it worse.

"So..Wha?..Eh?"

The whole thing seemed to have made Pam speechless, only being able to barely form sentences.

"Can you...Can you cook? As in when there's no charger nearby? Or you take raw food..like that?"

Pamela asked once she recovered from her shock.
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Fuka blank stared at Pam's bewildered expression, "I can put anything in here as long as it has nutrients. I have put tree bark in here and it kept me running." Fuka paused a moment thinking, "No. I can't cook. I have no need to."
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Suddenly, Una sprung to her feet. She had only been sleeping for a handful of minutes, but in that brief slumber her mind had out two important pieces together. Her eyes were wide with excitement.

“I’ve figured it out!” She yelled for the entire campground to hear. She hurried back into the rv, loudly bursting through the door. She hurried to her papers and let her eyes rapidly scan across them looking for the specific pattern she had been searching for the entire time. She ripped a couple of papers off of the wall, then out the remaining ones closer together. She then out them in a different order. She reoeated this process three more times before a look of satisfaction crossed over her face.

She picked up her pen and began writing down the phrase. As she did she said it aloud.

“Servants... of... Ash...” Una began. She could barrly contain her excitement. “Why... Not... Take... the... World...” Una stopped.
“Servants of Ash, why not take the world? What does that mean? Did I translate it wrong?” Una looked back at her other papers, but couldn’t put anything else together. This sentence was all she could make out. Una had thought that figuring it out would give her some answers, but all she obtained were more questions, and more fear. Gheists probably weren’t dumb monsters like she had originally thought.
 
Pamela

Pamela sighed and shrugged. That meant Fuka could put people in there. The thought creeped her out.

“I’ve figured it out!”

Pamela jumped at the sudden outburst, making the tamales jump high before she caught them all. She sighed in relief before giving giving the RV a small glare.

"Well, I gotta prepare dinner, can't have them eat tamales all day. See you"

Pamela smiled at Fuka before making her way inside once again. When she did, the Mexican walked over to Una and raised her brow

"You got what? Cracked the code? It better be good since you made me almost drop the food!"

Pamela said as she looked over at the paper with a mini glare.

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Cleo Donovan ​

Listening to Jerod's cheeky remark on Liv's arm and Liv's embarrassing response, Cleo only chuckled. She actually saw it, the girl smacking herself in the face with her arm, but decided not to mention it seeing how flushed she'd already become. She smiled as she watched Jerod getting placed on the ground and told to stay with Winston for awhile, the marionette showing her rare, haughty side.

But it was good that she's starting to get used to it. Although Claire said to not worry about it too much, Cleo was concerned on the inside about their next battle. It'd be a disadvantage if something serious occurs again and Liv's still not used to the arm, she had thought as she watched Liv wriggled her fingers.

Whatever's going on in her head didn't last long when the marionette pulled her mind away with her next question. What has she been doing since coming here? Cleo blinked, "Ah...." She started dryly, her smile became slightly unnatural, hanging on her face as her eyes shifted in the other direction. She'd been smoking a lot, that's a definite. Even with both hands in her pockets right now she was touching her cigarette packs. And then, well, alcohol. Buying lots of them, drinking them herself or with Rey. While hanging around in town one day she also actually met her old gang-member who said he wasn't caught that many months back like her, and with nostalgia they went gambling--illegally, of course--joined some raves, hit off some women, got in some fights, ran from the police, trespassed some walls--and well, had some cocaine....He broke in to a store while he was high and broke the windows while she just stood there and laughed...

"....Nothing much? Just the usual. How about you?" Cleo smiled as innocently as possible as she looked toward Liv. Just then, Claire joined in and gave her an accusatory pout as she began her mini scolding on Cleo's smoking habit. The girl listened halfheartedly, and as the girl leaned closer to smell her breath which obviously is that of mint and tobacco she pulled her head away to create as much as possible. As Claire grumbled cutely, Cleo's tensed shoulders from being reminded of her guilty deed relaxed a bit as she took out one hand from her pocket and flicked the girl lightly on the forehead. "Yeah, yeah, I got it," she said, half-chuckling, half brushing the girl off as they proceed to stroll in town.

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The road was bumpy under the truck. It was like the road they had been on before being tossed into fake-burning-Atlanta. The whole ordeal had been such a haze that Luce couldn't remember any details. Her dress was stained with blood and tears. This happens too often, She thought while peering over the bed's walls. The rest of the team was squished in next to her, and though space was tight, she sprawled out with whatever space she could. Their imposing officer sat along with them, plus a man Luce wasn't sure she recognized.

Soon said man piped up and her serene expression paused. She shifted up and looked at him with a dash of confusion. Her eyes didn't neglect to find the bandage pasted onto his cheek. Her mouth dropped open and she looked to the side. Luce was sure she would be feeling very guilty right now if not for the muddled mess the situation had mixed her emotional capabilities into. Gathering herself and a some of the confidence left from the pill up she turned back to him with a tentative smile. "Thank you, sir. I'm Lucia," She halted. "This time I'll make sure to keep my eyeshadow away from those eyes of yours."

She smiled sheepishly and settled back into her position. The scenery was interesting to take in, scattered with rusted old tractors and the likes. The truck quickly slowed to a stop. A pair of heavily armed men were stationed in a field a ways away. Luce squinted down at them before one shifted and revealed several figures forced on their knees in between the two. Fuka's message glared brightly in her mind. Damn, it hurts more every time.. Stonewall started speaking to the men from the window. It was just empty discussion and Luce turned away. After a minute or so he rolled the window up and the truck started moving. A piercing gunshot rang out, followed by several more, making her wince and cradle her head in her hands. The murky heat swirled around her, humidity sticking to her skin and fluffing her usually neat bob out into a puffball of black fuzz.

Suddenly a bump jostled her from her comfort and temporarily when airborne with a surprised "Ehh?". Grabbing the edge of the bed walls, she once more peeked over the edge to see a road riddled with potholes. Her lips briefly pursed and she gripped the edges a bit tighter. After a while of cruising as smoothly as possible down the half-road the farmland sharply shifted into dense trees and shrubs. Some of the trees were accompanied by large hats flopping in the winds. A small smile graced her face. Ah, that's cute.. After a few more hats, signs started appearing above them. Her face dropped. Not cute. Soon music started to filter into her perception, getting louder and louder until leading her eyes to a stark building and a group of girls huddled by it. They were herded it though not without protest.

Luce had to tear her eyes from the group of girls, or rather, where they had previously stood. The face of one in particular stuck with her; A girl with strings and charms hanging from her fluffy brown hair. She had been one of the last to go into the looming gray building. She wasn't one of the ones who were causing a scene for whatever reason. Luce didn't understand what was happening-- sure, the chains didn't look good, but it was just them being escorted into a building, right? The girl couldn't help but wonder who they were. Maybe those Dixie people thingys that hick guy was talking about..? Instead, the brown-haired woman simply shook her head at the blaring music with dreary eyes and slow movements.

They rolled away and soon came to a stop again. This time Stonewall ushered them out, signaling to a daunting hill and then finally leaving them with a goodbye. Luce looked back at the truck receding into the distance and the fellow girls behind her. Science-y nail head one was there with them. She started to climb, her calves burning more the closer she got to the top.

Soon enough she reached the top of the hill with the others surely not far behind. A villa sat at the crest, and before she could form any thoughts the door swung open to reveal a... magical girl? Luce's suspicions were confirmed when out of nowhere, a waterpark was erected from the ground. Her stomach dropped before being covered in an intense itching sensation. She itched through the silk, trying to maintain a smile as her nails ran over the raised bumps. "Ahhhhhh, thank you so much!" Her voice cracked and she had to try to stop from wincing. "We all appreciate it dearly."
 
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Kyoko watched the scenes unfolding as they drove with a sense of detached horror. People forced to their knees, gunshots ringing out. She flinched. She knew she was compartmentalizing, knew that the things she saw here almost mirrored her parents' inhumane experiments back home. "Home." Where even was home, now? She shifted uncomfortably as she sat, feeling markedly out of place. These people all knew each other, had formed bonds. Some of which had been shattered before their eyes that very day. Did she really even belong with them? An outsider? They hadn't said anything to the contrary, she supposed, and that would have to be enough for now.

She heard the music before she saw its source. The great building into which girls were being fed, the only ones exiting being hazmat-clad figures. She was certain that their visors were not hiding the angry feminine features of those being forced to enter. The cruelty should have bothered her more, she knew that, but instead she just felt numb. She ran her hands over her knuckles, the site of her mutation. It was her own fear, she realized, drawing out the void and letting it consume her. She was too scared for empathy, too scared of losing the small hope that she had found within the group to violate the orders she had been given not to interfere. She was all to keenly aware that interference would likely lead her in the same march as those poor girls.

The music had not entirely faded by the time the truck stopped. She wondered if it would ever go away, or if it and the images of the past day would rattle around her skull forever. Someone greeted them, but it was as if they were speaking through a mouthful of cotton. Suddenly, however, Kyoko was jolted back to bizarre reality as a water park erupted around them. "W-what?" she stuttered out. She heard the military man - Jack, if she remembered correctly - swear to himself and couldn't help but nod her head in agreement. What the fuck indeed.
 
After leaving Memoria’s dimension and being stuffed back onto the back of a truck, any lingering adrenaline and fear faded away, replaced by a hollowness in Liv.

Jack introduced himself to any girls who had not met him, and revealed that Miss Francesca had hired him as their military advisor. Surprise flitted past Liv expression before she offered a small smile.

”I’m Liv Errington, nice to meet you again.”

The rest of the ride was uncomfortable but quiet, and Liv savored the peace while she had the chance. At one point, the truck stopped at a checkpoint, and Liv saw men on their knees. She quickly averted her gaze, but thankfully, the truck began moving again before anything else happened.

“What were they doing?” Jerod asked curiously, just as gunshots rang out in quick succession. Liv smiled and shook her head, reaching out to smooth out her sweetheart’s hair.

Nothing else eventful happened for a while, save for the unsavory messages on some of the trees that they passed by. Then, they came across a stone building blasting music from it. Liv winced and covered her ears as she watched twelve girls being led inside the building, some seemingly resisting. She didn’t have a chance to question it further before the truck sped up, eventually leading them to the end of a winding road.

Once they arrived at the estate, a girl slammed open the door and ecstatically introduced herself as Tinkerbell. Seeing an unfamiliar magical girl set Liv on edge, considering their last encounter with one resulted in terrible casualties. But if Miss Francesca trusted her... Well, Liv supposed that was that.

Liv jumped when Tinkerbell levitated, and in just seconds, a water park materialized out of nowhere.

“What is that?” Jerod exclaimed, excitement in his voice. He bounced and grabbed Liv’s skirt, dragging her towards the water park. Liv made a surprised noise and dug her heels into the ground to stop him, but her heart softened when he turned his face towards her with puppy dog eyes. “C’mon Liv! She said to have fun! And I wanna have fun in whatever that is!”

”It’s a water park,” Liv said with a huff of laughter. Even though they were animated, her sweethearts’ bodies aren’t made of material compatible with water, so she has never taken them swimming. But with Miss Francesca’s spray... ”Well, I suppose it should be fine...”
 
When Claire took her first step outside of the pits of hell, she truly expected to look towards her fellow Pretty Protectors and watch as Ophelia's lifeless body rose from the dead and Lyudmila sprang forth from the void of darkness she'd been engulfed in. For a moment, it was easy for her to think that she had just woken from a horrible nightmare, or that Memoria's powers produced vivid illusions that didn't happen in reality. Her hopes were dashed as the portal to Memoria's realm closed behind her. Ophelia was still dead. Ly was gone. The group of survivors were still soaked in scattered specks of dirt and blood, their faces sunken with despair and devoid of their usual cheerfulness that she had grown so fond of over the last several months. It was enough to bring her near tears for the third time that day, but she managed to bite back her emotions for now. There would be more time to mourn later; for now, the group needed to hold out until they reached their next destination.

Claire sat beside the other magical girls in the truck that was driven by Stonewall. Her face softened as she heard Jack's voice, watching as he awkwardly explained his new role as their military adviser. Unlike some of her friends, she had immediately recognized him, and he served as a living reminder that people could change. Even if things looked bad now, who knew what good things could come in the future? Perhaps the whims of fate orchestrated Ly and Ophelia's death as a sacrifice that served to protect them from greater threats.

Or perhaps not. Maybe they died in darkness, alone, for absolutely nothing...

Claire did her best to set aside her morbid thoughts. In her old life, she never imagined she'd even consider such grim notions. Back when things were peaceful and she had practically no concerns beyond her trivial assignments at school, she was relatively confident about her future. She had hopes and dreams, and she believed that following her intuition and the wisdom of Tarot would guide her to those dreams, regardless of any obstacles that came up along the way. For the first time in her life, she was completely unsure about what her future looked like.

She humored idle thoughts of destiny and tragedy as she stared out the window of the truck. Her stare was vacant even as the bumps along the road attempted to jostle her from her trance. Her eyes glazed over the rusting tractors and farm equipment that lay along the endless acres of farmland with fleeting curiosity, briefly wondering why it seemed so dilapidated, as though abandoned mid-harvest. All at once, Claire grew alert when she spotted a lane that was covered in what looked to her like a bunch of military junk. More importantly, she was concerned by the group of men lined up by their knees in the distance. She searched their expressions, trying to get a read on the situation, and was about to try to convince Stonewall to let her out of the vehicle before she heard Fuka's order. That's right⁠—Claire was a magical girl. She was starting to realize that there was an order to things, levels of authority organized in specific ways. If Fuka gave them such a blunt command, she absolutely had to follow it, no matter how much she wanted to do otherwise. A pit grew in her stomach as she watched the events unfold, taking advantage of the pause to watch as she fiercely fought her urge to save the poor men. She begged that her concerns were unnecessary, that the men leaning in front of conveniently man-sized holes while being encircled by soldiers with rifles inevitably created a huge misconception. She bit her lip and grimaced as she heard the sound of gunshots while the truck drove forward.

Why? Why did the men have to get shot? Why did they have to die? Claire felt trapped, for it was as though she were surrounded by death. She wondered if there was some kind of war going on as she watched several trucks driving by, some heralding some kind of strange flag, others astonishingly carrying civilians. Traffic increased as they entered a more forested area, and she squinted at the derogatory messages written on planks that were pinned to trees, some of which also held wide-brimmed hats. She could feel the hatred oozing off of the environment, and wondered who had been so cruel as to go out of their way to offend others. Not that she knew exactly who they had been trying to offend; it simply automatically triggered a defensive note within Claire, and she sought to delete any unnecessary hate regardless of what crimes they may have committed.

"Dixie lane"? "Witch hunting"? Claire finally made the connection after Stonewall spoke; the messages on the trees were being directed towards Dixie Witches. She looked around for any sign of them, only for the pit of concern to grow even deeper when she saw a group of earthly-looking girls being escorted into a stone building that blared with deafening music. Anxiety turned to horror as she watched men in creepy outfits emerge from the building, framed by nasty-looking fumes, and escort the girls inside. Claire's face twisted in fear as she wished for what seemed like the millionth time that day that she was gravely misunderstanding what she saw.

She forced herself to relax as she considered Stonewall's casual demeanor. There was no way he'd look so relaxed if what she was thinking really happened to those girls. Still, she was resolved to further investigate the situation in case there was something shady going on.

The girls finally arrived at a massive estate on top of a hill. Claire slightly startled as the doors to the estate swung open, half expecting yet another grizzly sight to await her. Maybe this time it would be a colossal, biomechanical monster that was ready to pound them into goopy black soup and eat them all up. She visibly relaxed when she was welcomed instead by the sight of a cute magical girl named Tinkerbell. The girl herself would have been enough to calm her nerves, but Claire was suddenly unnerved on the opposite end of the spectrum; the barren farmlands transformed into a water-park within moments. Talk about jarring.

Claire couldn't help but laugh at the look on Jack's face. His expression of utter bewilderment helped to soothe her anxiety, and subsequently led to her yawning. She hadn't even realized how tired she was, but after such a long day a wave of exhaustion was bound to hit her eventually. Claire hadn't forgotten about the grim sight of the Dixie Witches, but she decided to accept this small mental interlude and allow her mind to briefly recharge before springing into action.

She turned towards the Pretty Protector's latest newcomer, grabbing her hand and putting on as friendly a smile as her tired face could muster. "Hi! My magical girl name is Miss Fortune, but you can call me Claire. I'm glad you came when you did, you really helped us out when we were fighting back there..." Claire's face visibly strained for a moment as she recalled the fresh, painful memories of losing her friends in that battle. She shook her head, as if to physically ward off the somber thoughts from her head.

"It looks like you'll be staying with us from here on out, so I wanna get to know you more! This is a water-park, so there's bound to be a hot spring somewhere. Why don't we go there together so we can have a chat? I'll tell you a bunch of stuff about the group, okay?" Claire's smile became less strained as she spoke, letting the notion of a nice, hot bath and friendly chatter lift some of the mental burden that she carried from the day's chaotic events.
 
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When they finally got out of that dreaded dimension, Pamela sighed in relief. Never in her life was she so glad to see a car.

"Oh... for those of you who don't recognize me.... I'm Jack Fletcher, Ms. Turner hired me to be your military adviser."

Pamela looked up and saw the man she knew that voice belonged to. That man from the New York incident, the one who tried to kill Claire, the same guy who laughed at her accent and mocked Jose. The list could go on. Pamela wanted to snap at him or remind him of the accent he made fun of that day but she just didn't feel like it. She just gave him a blank stare.

"Pamela Delgado.."

Except for her fear of a car accidents leading her to put on every safety mechanism on her, Pamela was not herself during the ride. She avoided May, was quiet and didn't make any jokes during the ride. The bumps made her get more worried and the gunshots made her grip on the seatbelts tighter. Fuka's command was clear. Don't interfere, no one would try to kill you. Pamela let out a dry chuckle. Right.

She knew about Ophelia. After what had happened, it was obvious someone was going to die, but Ophelia of all people? Pamela couldn't believe it at first and hoped it was all a bad dream over and over again. Pathetic, right? She did the same thing at the car accident, hoping it was all a nightmare. Ophelia was special to Pamela. She was like her Mama in every way. They both shared the same traits, they were both calm in the face of danger and they both..died..

No wonder she was reliving her mother's death when she saw the body.

Pamela's expression darkened at the thought. Yes, Ophelia was very much like her mother, even when giving disappointed looks.

The sound of some weird music reached her ears and she grimaced at the sound. Awful taste in music is what these people had. Even as far away from the window as she was, she could see the building the music came from and the heads of the many millitary men stationed there.

After the ride was over, Stonewall gave what could be called a goodbye before leaving, and so the girls began the walk to the estate at the top of the hill. When they got there, the door flung open, revealing a Magical Girl.

"Heya heya heya! It's me, Tinkerbell!"

Tinkerbell then proceeded to summon a water park. Jack was surprised.

"It looks like you'll be staying with us from here on out, so I wanna get to know you more! This is a water-park, so there's bound to be a hot spring somewhere. Why don't we go there together so we can have a chat? I'll tell you a bunch of stuff about the group, okay?"

Claire was ready to spill out everything about them..For a water park

"Pero que...?"

Pamela held herself before she could spill out Spanish words. Instead, she turned to Fuka

"Can we..Can we give Ophelia a proper burial?"

Pamela knew her voice was wavering. It was too familliar. The sense of deja vu. She looked down, to hopefully cover the tear running down her eye.

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"It looks like you'll be staying with us from here on out, so I wanna get to know you more! This is a water-park, so there's bound to be a hot springsomewhere. Why don't we go there together so we can have a chat? I'll tell you a bunch of stuff about the group, okay?"

Kyoko looked at the girl - Claire - grabbing her hand and pulled her face into an awkward emulation of a smile. Her response was sincere, however, when she said, "Yes, thank you. That would be really nice, I think." She paused, not sure how to continue, and then startled slightly as she realized she hadn't given the new girl her name. "I'm Kyoko. As a magical girl, you can call me... umm..." she hesitated. The concept of a magical girl name was new to her. Specimen classification, yes, but not a name. "Frankenstein," she finished, giving a small nod. Better to own the name than to hide from it, and hide from her past. After all, this was a new beginning, was it not? A difficult, harrowing new beginning, but what good things ever came easily? Better this way. Yes.

She didn't realize it, but by the end of her part of the exchange the smile took a little less effort.
 
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The ride was quiet for the most part. She didn't talk to the other girls, or even look at them for the most part. She occasionally glanced at May or Pamela, but not much more than that. She herself felt perfectly fine physically. Mentally she was tired and disappointed. Primarily in herself. Fuka didn't seem happy with them at all, but Jack at least tried to lighten the mood, even if barely.

The Dixie Witches screams made Una sweat. She didn't know the history between them and these men, but obviously the hatred was immense. Una couldn't understand how anyone could hate each other enough to do terrible things like this to one another. Wasn't killing each other on the battlefield enough? Una knew she had yet to experience anything like a real war, but did it have to come down to this? Una covered her ears as they passed by it all, only uncovering them when the truck stopped and let them out. The absurdly loud music made her brain rattle With a quiet grumble, she followed everyone up the slope towards the plantation building. She still carried May on her pineapple star, but didn't look at her yet. She didn't want to see her in her current state. While Una was still down her feelings, a girly voice burst through the door, along with a brown haired girl flying into the air declaring herself to be Tinkerbell. Una didn't have time to process the name before she a massive waterpark appeared before her eyes. Una's pupils shrunk back into her skull as she tried to take in all of sudden colors and well... awesomeness. A slight smile cracked Una's sad look. The corners of her mouth quickly turned back down though.

"Tinkerbell? Like the magical girl who made Neverlandia?" Una asked, confused. Why would she be here, and at Francesca's request at that. Una had no idea they were friends! Did that mean Tinkberbell supported these men like Franny? What did she think of the Dixie Witches?

Several questions spun through Una's head before she accidentally glanced at Ophelia and May, remembering that they had other things to take care of first.

"Can you help us bury our friend Ophelia? We... lost her..."
 
"Can you help us bury our friend Ophelia? We... lost her..." Una asked Tinkerbell...

"Can we..Can we give Ophelia a proper burial?" Pam asked Fuka...

Both of them desired to bury their former mentor and leader, but they both asked different people. Neither person gave a satisfactory answer.

Tinkerbell raised an inquisitive finger to her chin, "Oh yus yes! Sure, let's get that outta the way, so we can get on with living!" She materialized an ornate, silver encrusted, coffin that fell to the floor busting out a few floorboards, "Oh dead oh dear.... I'll fix that later! Anywho, c'mon plop her right in." Tinkerbell's eyes lit up with literal stars in them, "Oh right! Your other friend! Here is a little marker for them," she materialized a small cross with "Lyudmila" written on it.

Fuka watched this display with just about as much disgust as her emotionless face could muster, "Burn the body... quit the jokes..." she said to Pam.

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"Burn the body... quit the jokes..."

Pamela looked up with disbelief and anger written all over her face, only to be met by utter disgust

"Wha..? Why? It's.. It's Ophelia we're talking about!"

Pamela ignored the fact she was screaming at Fuka of all people. The tears were more than noticeable

"Just..Please let us do this..It's.."

Pamela sounded desperate. A voice then interrupted her, the plain cheerfulness made her look at the coffin, then at Tinkerbell

"What the..Do you think this is a joke!?"

Pamela's anger changed targets quickly

"Our friend died and you.. Mierda.. MIERDA!"

Pamela kicked the coffin in a fit of rage, ignoring the pain before stomping off to somewhere. She just wanted to be alone, far away from these people.

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