[Passive] Pretty Pretty Slaughter

[SadistPoet]

Tinkerbell

"Aww! She's so grumpy!" Tinkerbell hovered up into the air, "Oh I'll materialize her something from home to cheer her up? Sombreros? Uh tacos? No no... a chupacabra! Wait are those real? Ha ha ha anyways! I was told to do this for one of you so uh... Liv!? Which one of you are Liv!? Here take this little fella, at-least one of gets to come back today!" Materializing right into her hands was none other than a living, breathing, and fully sentient Masa...

"Come come! He is just like before!" TInkerbell hovered right down to Liv and offered her the doll which appeared to be just as they were prior to their demise in Pretty Tower.

Dawnsx

Fuka

Fuka watched on at Tinkerbells theatrics and decided it was not worth fighting over. She turned and left the building, if they buried her, she could always dig her up and burn the girls body later.

 

[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo"
Pam ElenaIsCool , Una InsaneAsylum , Fuka and Tinkerbell SadistPoet , Kyoko LoliCowboy and Liv Dawnsx
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Luce nodded meekly in agreement at her friend's asks for a burial for Ophelia. She had always looked up to her, with her pout and unwavering attitude. She remembered how it had felt meeting her. The feeling brought a pang to her heart. She was somewhat happy when Tinkerbell responded, thinking she would get the peaceful rest she deserved. But no-- instead it was a bright coffin and a brighter smile. Luce couldn't help it; She broke out in sobs, burying her face in her hands.

The time for "pretty crying" was gone. Snot dribbled out of Luce's nose and tears streamed down her face in tune with her shrill wails even only after a few seconds. When Lyudmila's simple cross popped into the air they only intensified. It was too much stress. Maybe I can get out of swimming... The cruel thought sent her spiraling down deeper into despair, her cries managing to get even louder. Why was that the first thing she thought of? It felt wrong, trying to find a way to win off her friend's death. Her body wasn't a stepping stool to be used to get whatever thing she wanted.

She heard Pam scream at Fuka and like a child witnessing their parents argue began to sob even more violently. Her body was racked with the heaving breaths she was forced to take, her back going up and down with every gasped inhale. Even through her tears she could realize how insanely childish she must look. Her cheeks burned red behind her hands and she suddenly felt like she was on fire with embarrassment and guilt. The cries came to a sharp halt and she rearranged herself, wiping her face off and straightening her posture. Her eyes were red and bleary. She sniffled.

The girl looked up at the waterpark-woman in time to see Pam, her anger seemingly shifted from Fuka to the magical girl. She stomped off. Luce looked at the new girl and Liv who was stationed beside her. This only made her feel worse. What kind of "initiation" was this? She must think they were some kind of mess. Luce crossed over to them, shooting a small smile before placing a hand firmly on each of their backs and herding them away. "Let's get going now," She forced with only a glare back at Tinkerbell.

 

[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo"
Pam ElenaIsCool , Una InsaneAsylum , Fuka and Tinkerbell SadistPoet , Kyoko LoliCowboy and Liv Dawnsx
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Luce nodded meekly in agreement at her friend's asks for a burial for Ophelia. She had always looked up to her, with her pout and unwavering attitude. She remembered how it had felt meeting her. The feeling brought a pang to her heart. She was somewhat happy when Tinkerbell responded, thinking she would get the peaceful rest she deserved. But no-- instead it was a bright coffin and a brighter smile. Luce couldn't help it; She broke out in sobs, burying her face in her hands.

The time for "pretty crying" was gone. Snot dribbled out of Luce's nose and tears streamed down her face in tune with her shrill wails even only after a few seconds. When Lyudmila's simple cross popped into the air they only intensified. It was too much stress. Maybe I can get out of swimming... The cruel thought sent her spiraling down deeper into despair, her cries managing to get even louder. Why was that the first thing she thought of? It felt wrong, trying to find a way to win off her friend's death. Her body wasn't a stepping stool to be used to get whatever thing she wanted.

She heard Pam scream at Fuka and like a child witnessing their parents argue began to sob even more violently. Her body was racked with the heaving breaths she was forced to take, her back going up and down with every gasped inhale. Even through her tears she could realize how insanely childish she must look. Her cheeks burned red behind her hands and she suddenly felt like she was on fire with embarrassment and guilt. The cries came to a sharp halt and she rearranged herself, wiping her face off and straightening her posture. Her eyes were red and bleary. She sniffled.

The girl looked up at the waterpark-woman in time to see Pam, her anger seemingly shifted from Fuka to the magical girl. She stomped off. Luce looked at the new girl and Liv who was stationed beside her. This only made her feel worse. What kind of "initiation" was this? She must think they were some kind of mess. Luce crossed over to them, shooting a small smile before placing a hand firmly on each of their backs and herding them away. "Let's get going now--"

Her voice sharply hitched at the sight of the now floating woman grasping the shattered doll from earlier in her hands. The seemingly miraculous sight was just enough to convince Luce to stay, at least for the moment.

 

[Dawnsx]

Despite her mood being lifted slightly by Jerod’s antics, Liv felt her heart plummet again at the mention of Ophelia and how they were going handle... Her burial.

Liv watch in horror as Tinkerbell summoned a coffin and a cross for their fallen friends, seemingly devoid of all empathy. The water park already convinced Liv that their host may be a little... Eccentric and flighty, but now it looked like she was just completely lacking in any respect towards Ophelia and Lyudmila. Liv’s stomach churned in rare anger. As Pamela stomped off, Liv moved to follow her, but Tinkerbell’s call of her name stopped her in her tracks.

Tinkerbell reached out her hands, then...

Liv’s eyes connected with familiar black ones nothing more than shattered crystals on the ground. Her brain felt sluggish as her gaze flickered up to the mop of black hair, then down to the dark kimono. But... it can’t be. Back at Pretty Tower...

Masa collided on the floor below and shattered.

She didn’t even get the chance to look gather his broken pieces. This... This had to be a copy that Tinkerbell created. It looked like Masa, but it couldn’t be. He-

“Mistress...?” the doll called out softly. Liv’s heart thumped in her chest. His dark orbs flickered left and right before settling onto her face.

“Masa!” Jerod suddenly cried out. He ran forwards and hopped, reaching up to grab hold of Masa, but Tinkerbell hovered a tad too high for Jerod. Liv felt the warmth at her chest again that somehow calmed her a little, and she took Masa from Tinkerbell and set him down, scrutinizing him as she did. Jerod bounced to Masa’s side and grabbed his face, staring at his friend, face full of wonder and disbelief.

”Masa?” Liv said carefully.

“Yes, mistress,” Masa replied softly, moving his gaze down.

”I... Do you remember...” Liv swallowed past a lump, ”Do you remember what happened back at the tower?”

Masa’s hand tightened around Jerod’s before he nodded. He didn’t look up at Liv, and she felt a pang of guilt. She’d animated him right before he fell in hopes that she could catch him, but maybe it’d be better if she didn’t.

Fresh tears welled up in her eyes, but she wasn’t sure if it was all from joy. Nonetheless, Liv knelt down and gathered her sweethearts into her arms.

”But... but you’re alright now. That’s what matters, right?” she sniffled. Jerod eagerly returned her embrace. Masa hesitated, before lightly resting his head on her shoulder. Liv looked up at Tinkerbell, still hovering above them, and gave a tearful smile. ”Thank you for bringing him back.”

 

[Gunnhildr]

Eesha Shahnaz || Estera
Just arrived at the door || In shock

Eesha wasn't... exactly terrified. Scared, maybe. But that's because she was sent by lady Francesca at the moment Eesha was "bought" by her. She was able to send a couple of messages to her mother earlier, notices that she would be away and might not be available for contact. At the moment, she's hoping that they would be received without causing her mother a worry and all.

Let's not be joking here.

"Of course she's going to be worried," Eesha muttered before letting her shoulders slump and silently sighed. She had been keeping her back straight and away from leaning against the car. Her hands were gripping underneath of the car couch, not ready to loosen them due to the bumpy ride.

"It's quite a ride isn't it, m'lady?"

Almost instinctively, Eesha nodded at the statement of the silver-haired young male sitting in front of her. Her newly-assigned butler was given a task to accompany her until she reached the appointed spot.

Her ears perked up upon hearing an energetic beat. She didn't know what it was, but from the pop rhythm, she assumed that it was from a club or sorts. As soon as the assumption was made, however, it was dismissed from her thought.

Who, in their right mind, will set a night club around here?

But it didn't seem to be a trick played, or the music put by the driver of the truck. Eesha waited for a moment before quirked her eyebrow.

Well, unless he did put it and gradually decreases and increases the volume.

"Sir Charle.."

"Hm?" The called-man hummed, giving an indication that he was listening. Before Eesha could say another thing, however, the car shook greatly. Apparently, there was one big bump before finally arriving to rows of forests.

Within the green layers, as the sunlight streamed past the leaves, the ride had been smoothly, making it able to catch with another car not so far away. Eesha took a look and noticed several feminine figures, owned by -what she assumed- girls around her age. Upon closer inspection, the dark-haired girl noticed their torned clothes and wounds. Some were deep and severe, while some were light--seemingly scattered around their bodies, those wounds she found through her natural lenses.

"Ah, that must be the Pretty Protectors." Charle spoke. The girl's eyes widened as that name went to her head, soon being processed. Francesca Turner had mentioned to her that Eesha would have to contribute as a member for Pretty Protectors. From the name, it delivered a sweet, cheerful and lively vibe to her.

But to see them in that form..

"Am I.. going to end up like them?" She questioned mostly to herself. Charle, who heard it, only kept silent to himself. He knew that she knew the answer. Her full devotion and loyalty -blood, body, and soul- for the lady Francesca, in exchange for the enormous amount of protection for her family she would left most of the time.

"Miss Turner is a woman of her words. I guarantee it."

The car skidded to a stop, before the driver ushered a way for the only female passenger. Charle was the one who went down first, before helping out the dark-haired girl. Once she had stood on the soil balanced, the butler bowed to her, along with a farewell. Climbing back to the car, the butler kept waving at her as, in his eyes, the form of the girl got smaller as the car drove further.

Eesha's eyes wandered to the ground below as she walked along the visible path. Her heart was beating wildly due to the blasting beat. Her mind was wrapped by Charle's guarantee.

But for me to trust you right off the bat, the butler that I've met just this morning..

After minutes of walking using her thin legs, she had arrived in front of a hill. It wasn't exactly a high one, but it did seem rather hard to be climbed.

When she had finally arrived in front of the door, she was about to knock before it got opened by itself. Revealed before her was a clear, sparkling waterfall. One people would see in a waterpark.

"What the..."

 

[Reis]

Annie left Memoria's pocket dimension in a daze. As soon as she exited the portal, she deactivated her magical girl form and nearly collapsed. The tension of battle and the grief of losing her friends was overwhelming, and the return to her normal state was her body's permission to release a flood of tears. She was quick to wipe her tears away, pulling herself together before anyone could notice how much pain she was in.

The red-haired teen was noticeably unresponsive during their drive. She ignored Jack's greeting, burying her head into her knees to keep anyone from seeing the wet tracks of tears on her face. A city girl since birth, Annie normally would've been excited to see the acres of farmland in the distance, glad to finally witness the nature she always dreamed of exploring. But the sight of fields failed to interest her. The sun was too bright, the road too bumpy. Her clothes chafed her skin, cloth rubbing against sweat and dirt, and no matter how many times she twisted her body, she couldn't seem to find a comfortable position in her seat. Despite her discomfort, however, the silence of the road was enough to lull her into a brief, uneasy sleep.

OH, GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUH-HUN

Annie's nap was cut short when the truck approached a stone building. The corny music that blasted from it was a shock to her system, and the first thing Annie saw when she woke up was a chain of earthly looking girls being hustled through the doors. Uh, that doesn't look very fun to me... She didn't quite understand the situation, but she immediatly understood that somebody in that building had a sadistic taste in music, in more than one sense. As they drove away from the scene, Annie tried not to think too hard about who the girls could be or why they were being detained by men in hazmat suits. After all, she trusted Stonewall and the others. Surely those girls had it coming...

She watched as Stonewall drove off, starting the walk uphill through the forest. The climb was a grim reminder of Memoria's pocket dimension, and Annie couldn't help but note the geological parallel. Sighing, she tried to shut the thought out of her mind. The fight was over. There were no cannons sitting atop the hill, no murders lying in wait to ambush them. Instead, she was met with a massive estate and farmland as far as the eye could see. Her job wasn't hard: rest, enjoy herself, avoid the Dixie Witches. If she could do that much, everything would be okay.

Annie was just thinking about finding a massive bed to sleep in when a girl burst through the front door. All her thoughts were interrupted when she saw who it was. Tinkerbell. THE Tinkerbell, standing right in front of her. Even as the magical girl materialized a water park in an instant, Annie couldn't believe her eyes. This was Tinkerbell, the same Tinkerbell who transformed the world of technology with her imagination alone, the same Tinkerbell that ran a perfect paradise named Neverlandia. Not only did she know Ms. Turner, but she would be staying right there with them for the next few days. Annie was slack-jawed with awe. This was a dream come true, and only her exhaustion from the day held her back from showing as much.

Annie's excitement slowly dwindled as she watched the other girls talk, replaced with a growing feeling of pain in her chest. Pam and Una failed to get a proper burial for Ophelia. Luce broke out into tears, the stress of their losses finally getting to her. It was starting to feel like too much was happening all at once. Her brows knit together as she saw Pam stomp off. They had just come back from battle, emotions were running on high. It was understandable that everyone was still stressed out. But seeing everyone fight amongst each other, so soon after losing two precious allies, it made Annie want things to calm down. When Tinkerbell gave Masa back to Liv, Annie used it as a chance to voice her thoughts. "I know we're all tired from fighting, but...look! It's over, we can rest now. So...let's have fun, okay everyone? Let's try to enjoy this." Annie burried her sadness deep inside her, hidden behind an unconvincing smile. She gestured up at the park as she spoke, and the music in the distance seemed to echo her words.

...just wanna have fuh-hun

 

[Kitt]

| AIMI MINAKO |
passive time, start!!

Aimi was silent for the entire ride back, stuck entirely in her head. Thoughts of anger, regret, and guilt were the only ones racing through her mind, completely shutting out the world around her. Distant music managed to break through, and she slowly lifted up her head to look at the source. She saw girls, chained up, being led into an ominous building. Many were fighting against their captors-- their hosts. More casualties. They're like us, and the militia men are killing them. If Francesca wasn't protecting us, would we be going in there too? The thought made her feel even sicker than she already did.

After the car ride ended, the idol stepped out of the car and immediately threw up. The pressure of the battle was wearing off, and the realizations of it were setting in. We could all die next time. What if Annie died? Cleo? May? ...Me? We're fragile. We're softer than we thought we were, and we got cocky. I got cocky. She vomited again, before she felt a hand on her back. "Miss Minako." A calm, sympathetic male voice called out to her, and she found herself being cleaned up by her butler, Auguste. The tall, black-headed man dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief as she breathed heavily, rubbing her back in a comforting manner. At this point, all of the other girls had gone inside, and Aimi was left alone, spare Auguste. "A-auguste.. I-it's good to see you.." She hacked, spitting out the remnants of her stomach. Her butler sighed, before giving her a sad smile. "Yes, Miss Minako. Ah.. What am I going to do with you?" Aimi gave a short laugh, before straightening back up. "I-I'm sorry. It's...been a rough day." Auguste petted her head. "I understand. The other girls are inside, yes? There seems to be quite a commotion going on. Would you like me to escort you inside?" Aimi was quiet as her butler rubbed on her horns, the sensation pushing a wave of calm over her body. "Mm...no, I think- I think I need to be alone for a bit. Would... would you come with me?" Auguste chuckled. "Of course, Miss Minako. I'll follow you anywhere."

Walking hand in hand with her butler, she headed inside towards her room. She passed by the argument that seemed to be occuring over what to do with... Ophelia's body. She winced at the sight of the heavy metal coffin that a woman had materialized before her comrades. Aimi turned her head to Auguste in confusion, and he simply shrugged. When they arrived at her room, Aimi headed inside. She looked out of window out of curiosity, and was shocked to find that an entire waterpark had been created behind the house. "A-auguste, was that..?" He laughed at her confusion. "No, that was made by Tinkerbell a few moments ago." Aimi flung herself onto her bed. "Agh... I'm too tired to go swimming right now. Maybe later..?" He nodded. "Whatever you'd like, Miss Minako. Take your time. I'll be here."​

 

[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo"
Aimi Kitt
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Liv's reaction was warm but it left a bittersweet taste in Luce's mouth. She didn't like Tinkerbell, with her magical waterpark and fancy coffins. Especially with her fancy waterpark. It was inconvenient for Luce so her mind jumped to the next, though irrational point. It's Tinkerbell's fault that I have to deal with this damn waterpark so Tinkerbell is automatically bad. She noticed Aimi walking by and then past them without more than a glance. Annie said something cheerful but the words filtered in one ear and out the other. She looked to the side, muttering a near-silent "excuse me" before making her way out of the room.

She smiled with relief at the sight of her butler, Cameron, stationed nearby. Hurrying over, she clasped her hands together and looked up at him. "Cameron, I need your help." He nodded and peered down at her over his glasses expectantly. "Ehh, do you have those pills I got earlier? I don't think I got a chance to get them after, you know.." Luce's face flushed up and she looked to the side but Cameron gave her a small smile and nodded again.

"In that case I should take you to your room," He replied. The man started briskly walking and she followed suit, knotting and unknotting her hands in front of her. Soon he came to a stop. They were in a long hall lined with doors and he signaled for her to head inside. "Your things should all be there." Cameron concluded before walking off. Luce tentatively opened the door and walked in, plopping down on the bed. She quickly straightened herself into a sitting position. She wasn't used to switching places so much, not really having a room to call her own.

Luce noted the box neatly sitting on the edge of the bed and snatched it. She took another pill. Waterparks are so fun you just need meds for them. Almost instantly a wave of nausea hit her. She was doubled over in discomfort and her breaths quickly became raggedy. Luce sat there for a while until it subsided. Maybe I'll just stick to one a day, then. Thinking she should go find Cameron again she got up and left the room. Before she left the hall she noticed a door slightly open. Walking over and peeking in, she saw a familiar figure slumped down over the bed.

Concern tainted her face and she quietly knocked on the door before sticking her head in. "Aimi, you alright?"

 

[SadistPoet]

Tinkerbell

”Thank you for bringing him back.”

Tinkerbell looked at Liv with a still, yet cheerful expression. She did not have the words to really express that she was grateful to be of service to Liv, so instead she manifested a bouquet of magnificent flowers and forced them into Liv's hand, "Here take these too!" She did this before suddenly flying out the front door and zooming up into the sky. Tinkerbell then perched herself on the rooftop of the building to have a quiet moment for herself with no explanation. If one were to step outside to check where she was, they would notice a now focused expression on her face. It was almost as if she was seeing something that no-one else was? Looking around the home itself there was nothing of note (excluding the now functioning water park) so what was she focused on?


Fuka

Fuka noticed that Eesha Shahnaz was focused on the water-park. Fuka had been given specific orders concerning this individual once they arrived, so she decided before she became swarmed by curious girls, or got tempted by the waterpark, Fuka marched right on over and grabbed her arm, "Your with me..." the first thing Eesha would notice is that Fuka wore a mask that seemingly melded into her lower face, substituting for a jaw. Now another thing she might notice, after hearing it a few times, is that Fuka's voice transmitted directly into her mind. Fuka gently guided Eesha out of the building towards the shack behind the building, "I am required to test you. We will preform a test battle. Non-lethal." Fuka's guiding arm had no warmth to it and instead felt very hard, almost as if she was not human, "Outlier, do you feel fine? Sick? Hungry? Thirsty?" Fuka began to ask Eesha multiple questions all while heading towards the shack.

Gunnhildr

General Area Description

For the next few days the girls will have the liberty to explore the surrounding area to there hearts desire so long as they do not violate the rules given to them. Their home is a four story estate with multiple rooms, and a fully refurbished basement. Several of the rooms remain mostly untouched from their early days, and have old black and white photos of the former owners, while other rooms have been refurbished to suit the girls needs. Right on the staircase, before making the four story hike up to the hall where all there rooms were clustered, was a stack of pamphlets of the home detailing a few locations of interest for their convenience.

Outside of the basics (Bathrooms, kitchen, laundry room) the map had a few locations of interest. The second floor had four separate computer rooms with very strict rules listed nearby (No social media, no direct outside communication, no online shopping) which were all probably made with the girls best interest in mind. On the rooftop was roofed platform that acted as an observatory for the surrounding area, and the sky above. Behind the house, within a former slave-shack, was an elevator that would lead them to an underground, lead-lined, training facility that doubled as a fallout shelter. Finally, the basement was a full-blown game room. It lacked any modern game consoles, but instead had a bunch of pinball machines, a pool table, retro arcade machines, and a bar containing alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages.

A small town was nearby, but currently the girls could probably wager that it would not be a good idea to go off just yet. If one was brave enough to conduct some recon, it might produce some answers. They would have to be careful to not get caught by the militia men, or they would face questioning, and possibly even punishment.

(OOC: Recon Chart rules! To better show that I am not just pulling random encounters/showing favoritism + adding a little fun twist I have came up with the idea of the recon chart. It is very simple. Once you have made your post click edit and throw one dice with 100 sides. The number will match up to something on the chart which will determine what your exploration led to. If you choose to explore as a group, have everyone throw a dice, and pick one encounter from the dice pool. Each of these events will lead to mini plot threads of differing length, but all will be meaningful.)

Recon Chart

1-10: You find a strange spherical object with a minor glow tucked beneath some leaves.

11-19: A girl with knotted hair, and a broom, approaches you in the woods

20-28: While wandering about in the woods you find a dark, cavernous, hole in the ground. A glowing object can be seen far within.

29-36: You find a ghost town... it almost seems as if it was abandoned over night.

37-46: A short walk away from the estate and you find a stream. You spy a group of girls filling jugs with water.

47-55: While wandering about, you reach a blasted out chunk of the forest, a single metallic broom sits unscathed in the middle of the crater

56-64: You hear music in the distance, loud music. Is it what you think it is? Or something different?

65-73: Cletus is hanging out in the woods and is up to something weird - right up until you run into him anyways...

74-82: You find a massive, well kept, and seemingly vacant building deep in the woods.

83-91: ??? Big surprise ???

91-99: An airplane crashes nearby...

100: Gheist

(NOTE: My dice throw does not count. If multiple people explore at separate times and you roll the same actions as an earlier one, then pick the next option up.)

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela

Pamela transformed back while stomping away. How could she? Her friend, her teammate, fellow Pretty Protector, leader just died and she took it like some sort of joke.
The brunnete just began to cry as she walked through the unfamilliar area. It was no use being mad, all her anger had melted away into sadness. She didn't cry often, or cry that much even but it was just too familliar.




​

 

[SadistPoet]

Pam & Mysterious Girl

Pamela stomped out into the woods and wandered about for a few minutes. It really was beautiful country once you get away from the human interference. She managed to find a clearing alongside a pond to walk alongside without scraping herself up on the ample shrubbery. Only the sounds of the cool water rolling over the rocks accompanied Pam as she wandered, and then without warning, a voice called out from above, "Freeze! Don't move!" She had a deep southern accent.

Pam would turn to see a girl with long knotted brown hair, wearing a leather jacket full of patches, somehow standing on a floating broom - she held a pistol, a Luger for the gun-savvy, aimed right at Pam. Was this a dixie witch?

ElenaIsCool

 

[Sacrosanctis]

"Frankenstein, huh? Hmm...that sounds like a fitting name, probably!" Claire turned away from the girl, frowning at Tinkerbell's wording when Una and Pam asked for a coffin to place Ophelia's body inside of. "Let's get that outta the way, so we can get on with living". Her cheerful nonchalance made Claire feel sick. No wonder Pam kicked the coffin and angrily stormed off.

At first, Claire was willing to dismiss Tinkerbell's phrasing as an accidental lack of courtesy. After creating a whole water park for their enjoyment and even offering to give Ophelia a coffin in the first place, surely her actions were well intentioned. She beamed in delight as she watched Masa return to Liv, smiling at their heartfelt reunion. But then, she quickly realized the ramifications of Masa's revival. Tinkerbell hadn't created life, not really, but she was able to create an object and implant it with its own feelings and emotions. To some extent, one could certainly say that she was indeed toying with the life of Liv's loved ones. Of course, she didn't feel that it was a bad thing for Liv to get one of her precious marionettes back; she would kill to do the same for Ly or Ophelia. However, she couldn't help but wonder at her motivations. As Tinkerbell thrust a bouquet of flowers into Liv's hands before perching onto a distant rooftop, Claire couldn't help having a bad feeling about the magical girl.

Claire's expression turned to pity as she saw Luce sobbing and watched as Aimi was escorted inside of the estate with her butler. It looked like everyone was still reeling from Memoria's attack. However, her mood was lifted when Annie spoke up, telling the girls to take advantage of the environment that Tinkerbell generated for them while they could. She turned to Kyoko with a smile, resolved to temporarily set the day's harrowing events aside.

"I'll be back in just a second." Claire followed Luce and Aimi's footsteps into the girls' new home, keeping track of Aimi's butler so she wouldn't get lost and promptly grabbing a pamphlet from her room. At first, she was tempted to sink into a luxurious rest on her bed, before she realized that her clothes were dirty anyway. Better to soak off first. Besides, she couldn't imagine how overwhelmed Kyoko must feel, and she wanted to both hear her story and give her a proper introduction into the Pretty Protectors.

Miraculously, Claire managed to return to the bottom floor of the estate without getting lost, and she opened the water park's map while returning to Kyoko. Smiling, she gestured for the girl to follow as she led her to their destination, the hot spring.

When they arrived at the hot spring together, the first thing Claire did was transform back into her magical girl form and draw her Six of Coins card. "We wouldn't want to dirty the water, right?" The card began to glow, and with it both of the girls seemed to be soaked in a clear, slimey substance that felt kind of gross. The slime sloughed off their skin and clothes, leaving them perfectly clean and dry from head to toe. "Now then...if anything, there's certainly one benefit to being a magical girl." Claire suggestively winked as she began to take off her clothes, stepping into the hot water of the spring in only her magically generated underwear. Of course, she was referring to the increase in chest size.

As soon as she stepped inside, she felt her muscles physically uncoil. She hadn't realized how tense she was, and getting rid of all that stress was simply cathartic. She sighed, closing her eyes while enjoying a moment of bliss.

She soon opened her eyes, turning her attention to Kyoko once more. "So...uh...Kyoko, right? Sorry, I'm bad at remembering names. Um. Do you mind if I ask why you were passing by that road? It didn't look like you were traveling with anyone or anything. Were you trying to go somewhere in particular?"

 

[LoliCowboy]

"So...uh...Kyoko, right? Sorry, I'm bad at remembering names. Um. Do you mind if I ask why you were passing by that road? It didn't look like you were traveling with anyone or anything. Were you trying to go somewhere in particular?"

Kyoko cocked her head, thinking. How much information did she give away? How much of her so recently bloodstained past? She shook it quickly, trying to clear the memories away. "I was looking for all of you, actually," she said, slipping into the water, untransformed. She wasn't sure whether or not the nail through her head might rust, and what issues that might cause. She rubbed her arms self-consciously, thinking of the experimental scarring that warped her body. "I had heard of a group of magical girls and..." she trailed off. "Well, suffice it to say, my transformation wasn't well received by my family." She sank down into the water, letting it rise up past her nose as she slouched, a great exhalation of relaxation sending bubbles upward through it. She straightened slightly, pushing her head back up. "How about you? What brought you all together in the first place?"

 

[Gunnhildr]

Eesha Shahnaz || Estera
Is being dragged gently || In shock..? || SadistPoet (Fuka)

Eesha had just gotten the recovery from the shock, when a voice rang vividly. Before she knew it, she was already dragged by someone.

It feels cold...

Instantly, she thought that the one dragging her would be a knight with hard armor. But instead, she looked to her "escort" and found a woman. The vibe she was giving was cool and collected. And yet, Eesha could felf the word dangerous.

Might be better to comply.

The gentle tugging done by the older female was the one that calmed the dark-haired girl, resulting in her obeying although with some questions in mind. Not long after, a voice rang again, asking what she needs and such.

"Outlier, do you feel fine? Sick? Hungry? Thirsty?"

It was so real, but she couldn't see any movement made by the woman's mouth.

Is she talking like how those puppeteers talk to others while moving the mouth of their dolls?

"Uh.. Yeah. A little thirsty perha--"

Wait. Should she really mention that she's only thirsty? She's hungry also! But asking for free food, wouldn't that seem petty for her? It wasn't like she's a poor, heck even, a homeless person. Besides, what would be served before her? Well, she wouldn't really mind anything she guessed, but she hadn't even properly greet the owner of the house.

As they began to reach the, well, the woman's destination, Eesha announced her final answer,

"A glass of water and something to eat would be nice.."

And at the same time that statement was made, her belly grumbled.

 

[Dawnsx]

For a second, Liv stood dumbfounded after Tinkerbell stuffed a bouquet of flowers into her hands, but a warm smile quickly overtook her expression. It looked like she was a sweet girl, after all, if a little strange. Liv watched fondly as Tinkerbell flew up to the roof, then felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Miss Liv,” a deep, familiar voice said from behind her.

Liv whirled around and came face-to-face with Winston. Before she even said anything, his face was already soft and sympathetic. He offered his arm and gestured towards the house.

”Oh, yes. It’d be nice to clean myself up and take a little break,” Liv agreed to Winston’s silent question.

“But,” Jerod whined, pointing to the water park. Liv giggled softly.

”Alright, alright. You and Masa can go enjoy the water park, but before that...” Liv took out the strengthening spray and knelt in front of Masa, ”This spray will make you more durable.”

Masa stood still as Liv covered him with the spray, eyes still glued to the ground. Once that was done, she waved goodbye to her sweethearts and followed Winston into the house. Now that she felt calmer, she began going over the events of the battle. Compared to the battle at the tower, everything was worse this time around. A magical girl enemy, more casualties, death... And through it all, Liv was the same. Standing at the sidelines, unable to contribute anything to help. But this time, seeing Annie’s mech gave her an idea. She’d have to help out, and there was only one method she could think of.

”Winston, are my materials and tools in my room?” Liv asked, face steely. Winston tilted his head in question, but nodded. Liv took a deep breath and continued, ”I’m going to have to make a new sweetheart.”

- - -

Jerod hummed as he paddled around the pool, a blue and white swimming ring around him. He would have been content with just leaping into the pool with just the clothes on his back, but Masa had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back with a patronizing look.

”We need to clean ourselves before we go in,” Jerod mocked quietly under his breath, “You’ll sink to the bottom without a ring. You need to wear swimming trunks. What a nag.”

”I can hear you, you know,” came Masa’s glum voice. Jerod looked at Masa, sitting at the edge of the pool and splashing the water with his feet.

”Sorry,” Jerod halfheartedly offered, ”Anyway, you should come down and swim too.”

Masa shook his head. ”Don’t feel like it.”

”Alright, spill it. What’s your problem? Are you still upset over what happened in the tower?” Jerod asked. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was. After all, thinking about how he was this close to grabbing Masa before he fell was nightmare-inducing too. Not that Jerod could actually have nightmares. But now that Masa was back, Jerod felt like a weight has been lifted from his chest. There’d be another marionette to help protect Liv. He didn’t have to watch Liv mourn anymore, or see her kick herself for not saving- wait. Jerod narrowed his eyes, remembering how Masa refused to look at Liv earlier. ”Hold up... Are you upset at Liv?”

Masa didn’t respond, but he averted his gaze, and that was answer enough.

”Why?!” Jerod exploded. He flailed his limbs and paddled towards Masa, grabbing hold of the edge as he glared up at Masa. “It’s not like she did it on purpose! You- you might as well blame me for not grabbing you!”

”I don’t blame you. And...” Masa sighed and looked up at the house wistfully. ”I’m just thinking... If mistress allowed me to stay animated, maybe I wouldn’t have fallen.”

Jerod stared incredulously, angry indignation on behalf of Liv rising with Masa’s every word. ”Your hand was broken. Liv was just doing what she thought was best.”

Masa stared at his once-broken hand ruefully and muttered, ”I just want to stay by her side, always, and protect her,” he glared at Jerod, ”You wouldn’t understand. Mistress Liv always keeps you around.”

Jerod deflated, mouth going slack. ”That’s... not...”

Another sigh from Masa interrupted him.

”That’s not the only reason I’m upset though,” he said quietly. As though speaking to himself, he continued, ”Mistress Liv created me. She gave me life. I respected her for that. But it was Miss Tinkerbell who restored me. She even gave me back my memories and kept everything about me the same. Would mistress have been able to done that?”

”So... so you’re upset that Liv isn’t... what, as powerful as Tink? Did you only love Liv because she was the one who gave you life? Now someone else comes along who could do that, and you just wanna ditch Liv?” Jerod growled.

”No! I... I love mistress Liv. I just...” Masa covered his face and shook his head. ”I don’t know. Just... give me a moment.”

Jerod huffed and muttered, ”Whatever.”

Leaving Masa at the edge of the pool, Jerod swam off again to enjoy the water park by himself.

 

[SadistPoet]

Fuka and Eesha

Fuka took note of Eesha's request and continued to drag her into the dingy shack. If anything, this looked like a place someone would drag a victim into to murder, outside anyways. On the inside it took on a much different appearance. It had a refurbished, metallic, sleek look. Lining the walls of the shack was radio equipment and computers of various sorts. In the center of the shack was a tubular elevator that sat next to a ladder. One could assume the ladder was the long way down and up. Fuka elected to take the easy way down into wherever Eesha was being taken and brought her into the elevator. It was a short ride down, and they exited into a large open area. It looked similar to an aircraft hanger, but had several sectors scattered about for different purposes. A few of these areas were self explanatory, such as an area for weight lifting, a soundproofed firing range, and a boxing ring. While others were more mysterious in nature, such as a mysterious black chamber in the corner.

"Right here. Fine." Fuka guided Eesha to the center of the training area. Right in the middle was a large Colosseum styled pit. When they stepped in, a thick transparent barrier sealed above them, "You get to eat after. Drink too. Fight me. You get the first move. Hesitate and I shoot." Fuka drew her handgun from her holster and readied it in one swift motion. She stood still and awaited Eesha to make her first move.

Gunnhildr

 

[InsaneAsylum]

After Tinkerbell's attempt to please the girls, Una had departed toward the waterpark. Tinkerbell seemed to only care about pleasing everyone with things, and obviously didn't actually know what a proper burial looked like. It was annoying, but at least she seemed to have her heart in the right place. Besides, she was the creator of Neverlandia! Maybe she had just forgotten how to settle down. Una scanned the waterpark for a seat, and chose a sun-bathing chair to be her napping spot. However, before she could make it there, and pink haired woman wearing an absurdly cute maid bikini stepped in front of her.

"What do you think you're doing without your swimming suit?" Emerie asked with a big smile. She tossed her a golden two piece, and motioned her to the changing room. Una headed into the changing room.

When she exited the changing room, Una found that the bathing suit was too tight. Emerie gave her a look of concern when she saw Una's state. Una wasn't her usual toned hourglass anymore. However, while Una was changing Emerie had prepared a nice little set up next to Una's seat. Emerie had set a stool next to the seat. Atop the stool was a computer, a drink, and a plate of sweets. Of course, one of Una's phones was right next to the laptop as well.

"Oh Una, what happened?" Emerie asked. She covered her mouth with her hand, but it wasn't enough to fully cover the slight grin forming on her face. Una's face formed a pout as she stomped past Emerei and plopped herself down into the poolside seat. She leaned far back, and grabbed her phone.

"You can leave now," Una stated angrily. Emerie nodded, still grinning. "As you wish! Do not worry about refilling your drink or plate, Tinkerbell gifted those to you so that they will refill when they become empty! Let me know if you need any help, ok? And remember, don't go giving away your location or else Miss Francesca will be very upset with you."

With that said Emerie walked away happily to go enjoy the waterpark herself.

Una on the other hand, grabbed a sweet roll in one hand, and began logging into the laptop with the other. She wanted to read a little bit about the Turner Corporation and Francesca. Of course, she'd make sure her laptop was secure and not being spied on, but she just needed some general information first. While the laptop logged in, Una looked down at her belly poking over her bikini bottom a little bit. She pressed her finger into her stomach, watching her finger tip get swallowed up. Una sighed, and got to work.

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela

"Freeze! Don't move!"

Pamela stopped on her tracks and looked up, her eyes making contact with a girl standing on a broom and aiming her gun right at her. The weapon made her scowl

"The fuck do you want"

Pamela wiped her tears and sniffed, looking around. Nothig to use as a weapon. Shit.


​

 

[SadistPoet]

Pam and Mysterious Girl

She kept her hand gun trained right between Pamela's eyes as her broom slowly lowered down to ground level, "Well missy, I here just wanna talk. Been watchin' ya'll since you rolled up in that airport." She hopped off her broom once she was low enough, it floated up ahead of her slightly, "Wanna negotiate with yuns, ya'll are magical girls, right? And I bet Mr. Stonewall bitch-face told'ya ta' not talk to us nice ladies, right?" She kept her gun trained on Pamela's head with unwavering precision, her eyes were glowing faintly with a golden hue.

ElenaIsCool

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela

"Well missy, I here just wanna talk. Been watchin' ya'll since you rolled up in that airport."

Wait what?

"Wanna negotiate with yuns, ya'll are magical girls, right? And I bet Mr. Stonewall bitch-face told'ya ta' not talk to us nice ladies, right?"

Pamela's eyes narrowed. This girl could've helped them out all this time?. Green eyes looked at the floating broom. Dixie Witches, made sense.

"You said it yourself. Your words, not mine mija"​

 

[SadistPoet]

"Hm... right right. So if I'm followin' correctly, ur' either gonna go run all and cry uncle to Stonewall, or ya' are just gonna try n' waste me right ere'... You do know tha' ya' 'pretty protectors' are not the first magical girls to stay in that there house, n' sure as hell wont be the last." Her eyes narrowed with scrutiny awaiting Pamela's reaction. She seemed to be measuring up Pamela.

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela

"Hm... right right. So if I'm followin' correctly, ur' either gonna go run all and cry uncle to Stonewall, or ya' are just gonna try n' waste me right ere'... You do know tha' ya' 'pretty protectors' are not the first magical girls to stay in that there house, n' sure as hell wont be the last."

For some reason, Pam was not scared, or surprised.

"Right..So they end up dead? Or get abducted to Neverlandia or it's Stonewall or your shit?"​

 

[SadistPoet]

Pamela and Mysterious Girl

"Close guesses, no cigar tho' - figures ya' wouldn't think dear ol' Ms. Turner was responsible... here lemme show ya," she began lowering her hand slowly down to a pouch on her hip nice and easy, "Easy... just gonna show you tha' results," she pulled from the pouch two crystal structures. "Here, magical girl hearts, we've been diggin' them up recently... found some mass burial areas round' here. Can show'ya if ya want? Nice lil' sunday stroll... just two lil ladies out on a picnic."

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela

"Close guesses, no cigar tho' - figures ya' wouldn't think dear ol' Ms. Turner was responsible... here lemme show ya,"

What did France have to do with this? Was she implying Francesca knew about the previous girls?

The witch girl took out ..Two Magiaphages? Pamela's eyes widened

"W-Where did you..?"

"Here, magical girl hearts, we've been diggin' them up recently... found some mass burial areas round' here. Can show'ya if ya want? Nice lil' sunday stroll... just two lil ladies out on a picnic."

Pamela looked back at estate, then back at the crystals. She couldn't look at Tinkerbell in the face without feeling like punching her in the face. Plus, it was quite a while since she had a walk. She and looked up, determination evident in her once teary eyes

"Sure, lead the way"​

 

[SadistPoet]

Pamela & Suelle

"Names Suelle by the by..." Her broom floated behind her, following her every move. The broom, upon closer examination, had several engravings on it in a strange script that looked similar to hieroglyphics. Suelle led Pamela into the woods, they fought through some shrubbery before finding a narrow pathway, "Jus' a lil further..." the pair, after a short walk, came upon a seemingly random area of woodland with a hole dug out. The surrounding trees were overgrown, as if they had been given supernatural fertilizer, "Right ere' is where we dug up some... this is jus' about 500ft from the clearin' that will bring you ta' your home... reckon there's more round here."