[Passive] Pretty Pretty Slaughter

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela

"Names Suelle by the by..."

"Juana.."

Pamela let her middle name slip before she could say anything. Maybe it was for the best? Who knew?

"Jus' a lil further..."

Suelle led her through some shrub, the annoying prickly vegetation scratching her body. As Pam tried

As the walk continued, Pam looked at the strange woodland she was in. The vegetation relaxed her, although the shrubs were still there and here. Pam looked up to the trees The memories of a six to seven year old Pam climbing a palm tree with a basket in hand, reaching out to pick up a palm fruit, only to fall and be caught by her mother. That was how she earned the nickname 'Palmerita'.

Pamela smiled at the memory. Those were good times where her only worries were what to make for her school-treat buisness. No giant biomechanical monsters, no car accidents, no death..

Pamela's hand ran over the wood, but a burn mark made her retreat her burnt hand quickly. Her smile dropped.

"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."

"Are those the only..Um..Crystals you found?"​

 

[SadistPoet]

Pam and Suelle

"Here's the kicker..." Suelle got on one knee and approached the forests edge. The estate, along with the water-park, would be visible. "Great, that fairy tale freak is up there. Saw er' earlier snooping around the woods with some busty lass with a gas-mask." Suelle produced a pair of small binoculars from her pouch, "Eh well, I think, according to our 'hypothesis,' that there's more buried right beneath that water-park Ms. fairy freak erected. Least' that's where the coordinates were pointed..."

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Pamela

"Here's the kicker..." Suelle got on one knee and approached the forests edge. The estate, along with the water-park, would be visible. "Great, that fairy tale freak is up there. Saw er' earlier snooping around the woods with some busty lass with a gas-mask."

WHAT!?

"Gas mask? Did you.. Get what they said?"

Pamela's previous suspicions of the Dixie Witches working with Memoria were gone. Was Tinkerbell working with Memoria? That could be unlikely since Memoria got banned from the site. Maybe they were just arguing?

"Eh well, I think, according to our 'hypothesis,' that there's more buried right beneath that water-park Ms. fairy freak erected. Least' that's where the coordinates were pointed..."

"Huh..Coordinates? What do you have? Magical treasure maps?"

Maybe she summoned the water park to hide something? Tinkerbell's name was lowering from Pam's Really Annoying People list to her 'People I Would Definately Chase Out If They Step Into My Restaurant' list​

 

[SadistPoet]

Pamela and Suelle

Suelle stood up to get a better view and continued to scope out the estate with her binoculars. The patches on her jacket were easily visible, "Don't Tread On Me" "Rise Up" and several other rebellious patches with various symbols of Americana were coated all over her jacket. "Well I got somethin' outta them. Bouta team or somethin, oh and there was a little un' too. She looked like she took a bullet, otherwise was alive, anywho... magical maps is not the way to put it. We got uh, a very crafty boss, and that's putting it lightly." Suelle pocketed her binoculars, "So Juana, ya might wanna consider who your bein' loyal to n' all. Member' it just like it was yesterday - tall black figure... well standing well past the damn clouds." Suelle scratched her head trying to find the right words, "Well uh... the magical girls who were here before...." Suelle was appearing uncomfortable as she began to recall the memory.

 

[ElenaIsCool]

"Well I got somethin' outta them. Bouta team or somethin, oh and there was a little un' too. She looked like she took a bullet, otherwise was alive, anywho... magical maps is not the way to put it. We got uh, a very crafty boss, and that's putting it lightly."

So that's where they were at, running away like cowards. It looked like Fuka did something there, or Annie.

"I was being sarcastic about the maps, if you didn't notice"

"So Juana, ya might wanna consider who your bein' loyal to n' all. Member' it just like it was yesterday - tall black figure... well standing well past the damn clouds."

Those words made Pamela frown. Loyal? Sounds shady. Tall black figure? Probably a Gheist. Pam raised a brow.

"I assume they uh..Died?"​

 

[SadistPoet]

Pam and Suelle

"Eh... one day the girls were there, and the next day they were underground after that big'un showed up that night. Never saw it again... almost as if it vanished," Suelle turned to Pamela, "Call me crazy, but I'm pretty sure... beyond a reasonable doubt... that Tinkerbell might be that big monster. Just a gut feelin n' all. Not sure what your boss has ta' do with it tho, but I know she lets Ms. Tinkerbell come ere' often. This like there... meeting spot."

 

[ElenaIsCool]

"Eh... one day the girls were there, and the next day they were underground after that big'un showed up that night. Never saw it again... almost as if it vanished,"

Pamela nodded. She guessed the Gheist's mind control did end up working. Didn't most of the people go towards it instead of burying themselves?

"Call me crazy, but I'm pretty sure... beyond a reasonable doubt... that Tinkerbell might be that big monster. Just a gut feelin n' all. Not sure what your boss has ta' do with it tho, but I know she lets Ms. Tinkerbell come ere' often. This like there... meeting spot."

Tinkerbell being a Gheist? Very unlikely, if not impossible. but Frances having something to do with this whole thing was.. Pretty impossible.

"How often does she come here?"
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[SadistPoet]

Pam and Suelle

"Well dixie scouts reckon' once every three months or so. We've been collecting lots'a info on those who come n' go. Well when we're not bein' hunted, anyways she shows up and meets Ms. Turner. No clue what they be chit chattin about." Suelle spotted a figure atop the roof of the estate, "Oh hey that's Ms. Fairy tale right up on the rooftop." She brought her binoculars to level once more, "Gonna wager she is in deep thought, lookin' awfully zoned out. She's got ur' buddies tho' all of em' hangin out and havin' fun like lil' kids."

Una and May + laptop info

May had been spared from the agony of her injuries by her body giving out soon after. She had been effectively dead from the time she had been put on pineapple star up until a few moments ago. Someone had moved her to a bed to finish her recovery, May stood up, being as naked as naked can be. She looked in the nearby mirror to see her body was unblemished, as if she never was wounded. She wanted to believe her agony was just a bad dream, so she decided to just move on, or at-least try to. Her luggage had been transported here ahead of time. May put on a baggy t-shirt and shorts. Wait where was she anyways? May felt lightly concerned, but dismissed her panic with apathy, besides her stomach felt weird.

She wandered down-stairs, and then outside... into a water park. She fumbled around confused until she found Una sitting on a beach-chair, swim-suit complete with a tummy roll vaguely creeping over her bottoms. Normally May would have something to say, but instead she just flopped down on the chair next to her quietly.

Laptop Info

Una has managed to dig up a few things publicly available, but not on the surface of the web.

Francesca

- Has been recently buying up/funding repairs of war-torn areas
- No known birth certificate
- Believed to be funding insurgents

Tinkerbell

- Is wanted by the FBI, CIA, MI6, and various other organizations
- Known to kidnap magical girls and normal girls
- Openly has declared her hatred of "yucky humans" (It is believed she means men in particular)

More info would be available if she searched further, or altered her information gathering method.

InsaneAsylum

 

[ElenaIsCool]

"Well dixie scouts reckon' once every three months or so. We've been collecting lots'a info on those who come n' go. Well when we're not bein' hunted, anyways she shows up and meets Ms. Turner. No clue what they be chit chattin about."

Pamela sighed. That was probably a good thing? But curiosity got the best of her.

"Oh hey that's Ms. Fairy tale right up on the rooftop."

Pam redirected her gaze from her hands to the rooftop. She could see the annoying Magical Girl's figure.

"Gonna wager she is in deep thought, lookin' awfully zoned out. She's got ur' buddies tho' all of em' hangin out and havin' fun like lil' kids."

Pam snatched the binoculars and looked through them. Though the fairy gazing was brief once she smelled the scent of burning and quickly let go of the binoculars

"Sorry about that.."

Gratefully, she only managed to give it a burn mark and made the other side wet. Nothing serious

"Why are you guys hunted anyway?"

Pam immidiately regret asking.
​

 

[SadistPoet]

Pam and Suelle

"Well we are hunted cuz' of a simple reason, not anything mystical or crazy." Suelle reached into her coat pocket and produced a pack of cigarettes, "These right ere' militia made drugs, alcohol, and uh... pornography... all illegal round these parts - not cause they hav' anything against em' but they wanted to be sole distributor. That goes for the nearby hellhole of a city too, Atlanta. Us dixie witches are smugglers, we bring in the goods at a low-price, breaking there embargoes or whatever the heck big-wigs call it."

 

[ElenaIsCool]

"Well we are hunted cuz' of a simple reason, not anything mystical or crazy."

Wha?

"These right ere' militia made drugs, alcohol, and uh... pornography... all illegal round these parts - not cause they hav' anything against em' but they wanted to be sole distributor. That goes for the nearby hellhole of a city too, Atlanta. Us dixie witches are smugglers, we bring in the goods at a low-price, breaking there embargoes or whatever the heck big-wigs call it."

Pam felt uncomfortable and relieed at the same time. She expected something about superstitions or something like that but it was just.. A normal criminal reason

"Look.. I'm not gonna tell you to change your ways or anything but..Keep an eye on Tikerbell, record conversations or check if she does anything strange, Ok? And I'll.. Uh.. If they DO catch you...Okay y'know what? How does a handful of home- made, non magically summoned food once a week sound?"

​

 

[SadistPoet]

Pam and Suelle

Suelle stared at Pamela before breaking out into laughter, "Ya are a real hoot y'know that? You are willing to endanger your pals, and then use food as a bargaining tool." Suelle took a moment to compose herself and wipe the tears from her eyes, "Ya do know Stonewall will kill yuns right? And Francesca will jus' blame ya'll right? Big wigs see things on a bigger level."

 

[ElenaIsCool]

"Ya are a real hoot y'know that? You are willing to endanger your pals, and then use food as a bargaining tool."

Pamela facepalmed and sighed

"Y'know what? Nevermind! Forget it, take me to the grave, and lemme do some searching and we're done"

She didn't want to endanger anyone. Just have some information.​

 

[SadistPoet]

Pam and Suelle

Suelle rolled her eyes, "Ahg... Ya see the grave site is UNDER the water park like I said. Unless you wanna be seen with me, which would be bad fer' both of us, I can't help ya." Suelle hopped up on her broom, "I was personally goin' round digging up the magical hearts, hopin' to do something respectable with em. Guess you can have em though." She tossed both of the magiaphages on the ground, "Later..." Suelle swooped off just before the treeline, quickly escaping Pamela's view...

 

[ElenaIsCool]

"Ahg... Ya see the grave site is UNDER the water park like I said. Unless you wanna be seen with me, which would be bad fer' both of us, I can't help ya."

"Under the water park, got it"

Pam watched as Suelle hopped on her broom

"I was personally goin' round digging up the magical hearts, hopin' to do something respectable with em. Guess you can have em though."

The witch tossed the magiaphages on the ground, which Pamela quickly picked up. It felt good to have something that didn't burn or freeze in touch, but had to pocket them in her apron (Yes, an apron is part of her casual outfit)

"Later..."

"Adios"

'Maybe I should've offered a sandwitch'

After watching the girl flying off, Pamela chuckled at her internal joke and made her way back to the estate while processing what she just got told.
​

• Tinkerbell spoke to Memoria after the fight. It's possible it was an argument​
• There's a graveyard under the waterpark. Whether Tinkerbell summoned it to hide it is very probable, but if it's under France's orders, then that would make sense​
• The previous Magical Girls that lived in their current estate ended up buried..That's worrisome​
• Tinkerbell is suspicious, 'nuff said. Why would a weirdly happy, thoughtless, annoying girl like her be lost in thought?​

By the time Pamela reached the estate, she could hear the sounds of chatter and water being splashed. She rolled her eyes. They were going into the pool after all. But not her. She would explore and possibly look for clues to what actually happened to those girls.​

 

[Kitt]

| AIMI MINAKO |
Auguste turned towards the female voice that had called out to Aimi, and upon glancing back at his mistress, he decided to answer for her. "I believe Miss Minako has had quite a long day." Aimi rolled over at his words. "A-ah... I think lying down made me feel better..." She sat up slowly, and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Luce..? Y-yeah, I'm okay.. well, as okay as we all can be right now.." She chuckled, but the sound was hollow. "I-I think I need to do something.. Wanna go on a walk with me..?" Auguste frowned. "Ai- Miss Minako, are you quite sure you feel well enough?" The idol nodded. "Yeah, I think it'd be good for me to get o-out of here."​

 

[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo"
Aimi Kitt
⊱ ─────────────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ─────────────── ⊰​

Luce shot a sympathetic smile at Aimi's butler. He seemed nice enough, and Aimi looked abosolutely dead, so she probably shouldn't be bothering either of them. She turned away but the sound of a groggy voice recalled her attention. When she saw Aimi ever-so-slowly pull herself up a pang of guilt hit her. Ah, did I wake her up..? Aimi's laugh turned the guilt lodged into her throat sour. She sounded just about as dead as she looked.

"Oh, well, if you're sure you're up to it.. Do you need me to help you walk? You can't be getting hurt now, can you?" Luce smiled sheepishly in the girl's direction. Hopefully Aimi didn't feel any need to swim.

 

[Kitt]

"I-I can walk, it's fine!" Aimi forced a cheerful smile, as an effort not to worry Luce, completely ignoring the fact that it would absolutely make her worry more. "I kinda just wanna walk around and s-see what's out here..." Aimi tied her messy hair back into its usual still-messy-but-at-least-composed ponytail, before hopping off her bed and smoothing out her pleated skirt. "Y-you don't have to come if you really d-don't want to. I'm gonna go ahead and start walking.." At this, the idol left the room. Before Luce could follow, however, Auguste grabbed her arm as to prevent her from leaving before hearing what he had to say. "Miss Megume. Miss Minako is in no state to protect herself from whatever may lay in that wilderness. Please, take care of her until she is able to do so herself." Releasing her arm, he nodded with a note of finality and closed the door, setting himself upon his task to clean up his mistress' room for when she got back.

​

 

[dazzling]

lucia megume "halo"
Aimi Kitt
⊱ ─────────────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ─────────────── ⊰​

Luce's stomach turned at Aimi's half-smile. The idol quickly made her way out of the room and she made a move to follow but felt a firm hand on her arm stop her. Her butler's words comforted her somewhat-- at least she wasn't the only one noticing something was up-- but she was determined to at least make Aimi feel better. She nodded and spun away, running to catch up to Aimi. "Hey, hey, slow down," She said breathlessly with a laugh.

Her lip twitched. The smile didn't feel natural. "What's up?" She said, linking her arm in Aimi's.

 

[Sacrosanctis]

Claire felt bothered when she saw Kyoko strip in her human form, revealing scarred skin. She tried to hide the concern from her face and decided not to pry into the cause of her scars.

She was surprised to hear that Kyoko had heard of the Pretty Protectors. Of course, the crisis at New York had brought a lot of attention, but she'd believed that there was no information about the girls' existence. She wanted to know more about Kyoko's family circumstances, but she hesitated long enough for the girl to shift the conversation back to her.

"A woman named Francesca Turner approached each of the Pretty Protectors and asked them to join her. Everyone who turns into a magical girl has a horrible vision of the entire world being destroyed by giant monsters. You saw it too, right? Apparently, that was a vision of the future. The Pretty Protectors fight the monsters in the vision, Gheists, in order to prevent the world from ending...it sounds intense, but it's actually kind of fun! Turner Corporation is super rich, and all of the girls are really nice. I'm sure you'll get along with everyone! When it comes to fighting, all of us are separated into squads A and B. Annie, the cute red haired girl, is the leader of Squad A, and Ophelia⁠—"

Claire's voice had been picking up along with her excitement to share the details of the group, but her voice caught in her throat as she mentioned Ophelia. Her face was quick to change from jovial to somber as she turned her eyes away from Kyoko, looking into the water. "Ophelia...was a strong leader, and..."

She sighed, wondering how to continue the conversation without making things feel awkward for Kyoko. She got serious as she mentally reset, looking into the girl's eyes. Rather than focusing on the past, she decided to spill out her current concerns. She'd needed this quick break, but she would feel irresponsible if she didn't act on her worries soon. "Listen...the things we saw earlier? With the girls at Dixie Lane being put into that building? I need to know what's going on. It looks suspicious. But I don't know if I can go alone. Can you help me investigate the area? Of course, I understand if you don't want to, but you seem strong. I'm kind of scared to do this, and I would appreciate it if someone else came with."

 

[LoliCowboy]

"Listen...the things we saw earlier? With the girls at Dixie Lane being put into that building? I need to know what's going on. It looks suspicious. But I don't know if I can go alone. Can you help me investigate the area? Of course, I understand if you don't want to, but you seem strong. I'm kind of scared to do this, and I would appreciate it if someone else came with."

Kyoko nodded. She wasn't sure whether this was really just a case of needing to explore the area, or whether Claire simply needed to escape the demons that seemed to be plaguing her. A distraction would do them all a wealth of good. What had they all seen, before she had joined them? Had it been as bad as the events she had been with them for? She didn't know. She did, however, recognize that the girl was hurting.

"Yes," she said. "I think that would be a good idea." She straightened as if to stand, and then stopped. "I don't know if it makes a difference, Claire, but I think your friend... the one who... well, you know. I think she would be proud of you. Carrying on and making progress. Still thinking about how to help others." She did stand, then, getting out of the hot water. "How do wish to proceed with this, then?"

 

[InsaneAsylum]

Khaliunaa

Una was not terribly surprised by what she found, except for the fact that Tinkerbell would kidnap magical and regular girls alike apparently. Why would Tinkerbell even want regular girls though? Una’s thoughts were interrupted by a smaller figure placing herself down on the chair next to her. Una glanced over, recognizing May's face. However, something was missing from her usual self. Una was quiet for a few moments, but didn't notice anything before returning to her laptop. Both Francesca and Tinkerbell were suspiscious to their own degrees, but Tinkerbell surely had something odd going on with her. She kidnapped girls, hated humans... or at least men, and was wanted by pretty much every government. Was Francesca against them too then?

Una spoke as she began the process of securing her laptop further. "Hiya May! You want a cinnamon roll?" Una asked, grabbing a roll with one hand and stretching it out to her. Una didn't realize it, but she had already slammed through a whole plate. Una pulled the laptop onto her lap before continuing her work. While her laptop was being secured, Una looked over at May again. Something shinier about her... her head. Her head was shiny... and bare! May was bald!

Una didn't know what to say. Did she tell May she was bald and make her feel bad, or let her find out later and be mad for not being told? After a brief internal debate, Una decided to tell her.

"Hey May, does your head feel any... cooler?"

Una went back to her laptop after asking the question, knowing May was going to be upset, but first she took another bite of the chocolate cupcake that had appeared on her plate. Una didn't know what is was about the food, but it made her feel so much better than she felt leading up to now. It calmed her down, and made her... content. Being calm made deciphering what the gheist had said easier as well. Oddly enough Una could remember the noises it produced quite well, but of course translating it was difficult. Each time she found herself getting off track or not making progress, she'd just take a bite of one of the new sweets appearing next to her. Una set her laptop back down onto the stool in order to fully appreciate the strawberry cupcake she had now started on.

 

[SilverBlack]

Cleo Donovan

The ride back was peaceful and quiet, but with that bit of gloom hanging in the air. Cleo noted Jack’s presence, had greeted back with a small smile, feeling that she saw this guy before back in their first battle at Pretty Tower before she and the rest of Squad B moved to eliminate the Gheist. Whoever he was, however, it looked like a new...ally, perhaps, had joined their forces. It’s not a bad thing.

Cleo more or less gave an extra thought about it, but her mind still lingered back to the fight in the pocket dimension and the losses they suffered from; the rare time she had let her emotions decide her action as she actually spoke more than usual, almost as if giving out a lecture that--her rationality told her the girls needed--but when she turned her attention towards them, somehow a voice is speaking in her head telling her that she may had wasted her saliva. Just a small voice.

Uncomfortable rides. Abandoned farmlands. Fields. Execution. Cleo narrowed her eyebrows briefly at the sight of men on their knees with man-sized holes in front of them. They were smart enough to know not to interfere, but having the sight now imprinted in her head still leaves her mouth a little bitter, especially when they heard the gunshots.

Next, from farmlands to forests. Trees with witch-hats. Planks with derogatory messages cursing at the so-called “Dixie Witches” that she heard before. Blasting, loud old music entered her ears, not of her taste. Twelve-earthy looking girls were chained and forced into a stone building--perhaps they were the so-called Dixie witches? Either way, despite her darkened mood at their two losses and what they just went through, Cleo still had what she’d seen on their rides here imprinted in the back of her mind--even if she could care more or less about it right now.

Then, her eyebrows quickly raised with Tinkerbell’s appearance. Suddenly, the mood was forced to change. A water-park materialized in the front lawn. Refreshments there, too…

------

Everything that followed next, out of her expectations, Cleo found that she’s not too surprised herself.

She was already in her original form, a cigarette dangling between her lips with a strand of smoke trailing its way into the air from the tip. Her eyes, dim, watched as the events took place before her as she stood at the back. Una and Pamela wanting to give Ophelia a proper burial, and Pamela obviously getting upset as Fuka said to burn the body instead. Luce cried, then decided to get herself over with it. Many wanted to force themselves out of the depressing mood by utilizing what the new stranger--Tinkerbell, had offered. Annie. Claire. Eventually Una. Liv.

Liv’s doll had magically revived, or so it seemed, under the hand of Tinkerbell, and the girl was clearly happy about it. However, every single one of Tinkerbell’s actions so far had only leave Cleo more suspicious of her. None of anything she did seem to hold an actual drop of true genuinity. The way a random coffin and cross were so carelessly given to them, telling them to focus on the living instead. The way the doll was just handed to Liv like it’s a small matter--to Tinkerbell, at least, though it is probably a bigger deal for the Squad A magica girl. The water-park, too, given to them suddenly, even after they--supposedly, just gone through a rather traumatic experience, as if quickly forcing happiness down their throats.

Supposedly, though.

After a whole bunch of arguing of what to do with Ophelia’s body and angry at her coffin and treatment and crying over the losses and everyone had their share of emotional bursts, the body still ended up just being left aside, forgotten, as if.

Tinkerbell’s display of actions almost made her look like she’s devoid of the so-called “empathy,” the most important element that made humans “human.” For some reasons, this single line of information that she learned all the way in social studies back in middle school still stuck with her. The new magical girl was focused on making the girls happy, but it only felt empty in Cleo’s eyes, and suspicion rose again when the girl then suddenly left after forcing a bouquet of flowers to Liv, who then looked content.

It didn’t look genuine.

Aimi and Luce left, too. Pamela stormed off. Claire brought the new magical girl--the one who looked like Frankenstein, away. It looked in Cleo’s eyes, as if everyone’s either trying their best to escape the reality that just occurred, just tossing it aside like Tinkerbell wanted, or maybe...A bit lacking in empathy too, like Tinkerbell.

Cleo shook her head. It’s obvious that everything so far had really been fucking up with her head. Burst of emotions kept swarming up inside of her. She felt frustrated, and being in this Georgia home just leaves her even more comfortable. A question couldn’t help but rise inside her head. How can they…? How can they just…?

Do they not understand responsibility and living up to it…?

…No. They are--or at least, they will--live up to it. Doing the best they can, to. Not fixed on past mistakes but learn and move forward from it. Different people have different ways to deal with their own emotions. Even if it means quickly moving on, and moving on does not mean to forget.

She remembered when one of her comrades died in the gang, and when she was still crying like a little loser over his death, her fellow partner had looked down at her with cold, emotionless eyes and forced her to move on before the police came. Then soon enough she found him kissing away some women and holding a cheerful mini liquor party, grimaced when she noted her disapproval and disgusted surprise at how quickly he could get over someone else’s death. The man had turned around, groaned, then said “Then what? Whatchu gonna do about it? We gotta move on. Not like we can bury that body anyway.” The very same man then shot down the three who killed her comrades a couple weeks later.

Standing over Ophelia’s body, Cleo scratched the back of her head. The silver-haired girl let out a quiet, but long sigh.

“Oooh, it’s rare seeing you that frustrated.”

A voice rose up from behind her, and Cleo turned around to see a familiar, male face. He was biting down on his cigarette when he gave her a big, playful grin.

“...Rey,” through her exhausted eyes, the girl was at least pleased to see her butler again. It felt like it’s been forever since she last saw him. Now that she noted, everyone’s butlers or maids are around too.

The male smirked happily, then looked to the dead body. “Aye, someone died?” He drew a quick cross over his heart and posed a small prayer.

“Didn’t know you’re religious,” Cleo said sarcastically.

“Nah, atheist. Figure I should still pay respect.”

When he heard no response from Cleo, the butler looked over at his supposed “master,” then raised a brow. “You’re more emotional than I thought. Where did yar rationality go?”

Cleo uttered a dry laugh, giving it a moment before she responded as she bent down to lift up the body. “Let a gal have her messy moments too.”

“I totally forgot you’re a gal. Ya know, with that personality your smoke and drug habits, violent nature, and that manly looking flat chest."

“Heeh...Sometimes I forget you’re a guy too. Ahhh, maybe it's because I keep imagining ya with your balls gone.”

“...Please don’t blow them up just yet. You know, I still gotta use them in, ya know, the good stuffs, wink wink.” Rey teased around, licked his lips, realized Cleo was giving him a 'that's enough' look, before clearing his throat. “Anyway, I know what you’re probably thinking. ‘What am I doing here with a bunch of little kiddies,’ ‘Would I rather be chased by the FBI than stay here,’ ‘All they do is cry then laugh’...”

“You made it sound too harsh,” the girl laughed. “They did their best.”

“But the limit of their ‘best’ is way too low. That’s what yar thinking, right?” Rey blew out a thin string of smoke. Cleo looked away briefly, biting her lower lip, which made her butler smile. “Give them time to grow, and you need as much growth as them too. And let me assure you, they’re more useful than you think. That cute idol? Aimi? Look at her being a crybaby here but is pretty damn composed in battles, aren’t she? I mean, she did help defeat the gheist. Then I bet some girls are already starting some investigation about this place and that new Tinkerbell mystery. Liv? I bet Winston’s gonna tell me later--after I ask him that is cause he never approach me first gaaaahhh---” he momentarily paused himself with an exaggerated cry--”That she has gotten herself together, maybe make a doll or two, and is determined to make herself stronger. Got that feeling in her. Soft outside but fierce inside. They’re all battling their mental battle inside and moving on. Give them all a short break, and I'm sure, after they come back, they'd all be tougher than you think."

“Now that I think about it, you’re the one who has the most difficult time moving on, aren’t you, Cleo?”

A second passed by. Then two. The silver-haired girl closed her eyes. Ophelia’s cold, limp body in her arms. Then she smiled. A dry, defeated smile. “You’re right.”

“Have a bit more faith in the girls, buddy.”

“I will, I will.”

Her butler smiled. “So what are you gonna do with that body now?”

Recollecting herself, Cleo’s cool, confident smile returned. Though there’s still that tickle of frustration, she held onto the belief that staying with these Pretty Protectors are the right choice again, that the girls are not as weak or lacking as she briefly thought them to be. “Place down that coffin. I’d put her inside temporarily for now. At least, anything’s better than having her lay around randomly. I’d say...We move the coffin to the corner of the room first.”

“Huh? We’re not burying her?”

“A gut feeling, but I dislike this place, not only here but the whole area around her. And that Tinkerbell girl. It’s already against what I want to put her in this coffin made by her, but with it being the only coffin it feels like the best decision for now,” Cleo sighed as she watched the coffin being open and rested Ophelia’s body inside, going over to pick up Lyudmina’s cross now. Ly, in a way, is much closer to her. The cross confirmed to her that she’s dead--gone, forever.

“What I’m saying is I’d rather have her body burnt and cremated than burying her under this ground--feels like it’d be a major disrespect. Who knows what’s under here.”

“So you’re against Pamcake and agreeing with Fuka.”

Cleo shrugged. "Either way, I don’t know how any of how burials or cremations work here especially in this location, so I would want to follow Fuka’s order when she comes back. Ly...Too. I don’t want to leave her cross here. Besides, I’m sure everyone would still want to be there when the burial or cremation happens.”

She’d never joined a funeral before, or learned about it. Even when gang members died, they were forced to leave the body there for the police to find, for them to be taken back by authority, then for the body to be identified by their family members or relatives who would have the power to decide what to do with the body. Perhaps, Cleo thought, one of the reasons why she’s this frustrated is because this is the first time she could properly join to pay respect to a fallen comrade.

She wondered briefly where Fuka went. Now that she thought about it, there was a new girl she’d never seen before by the entrance before Fuka took her away.

With the body temporarily away and Ophelia’s body peacefully laying inside, she placed the cross on top of the case. And, like Rey, even if she didn’t believe in religion, she still closed her eyes briefly. Paying respects. “Sorry that they just kinda left ya there. You’re the mom of a bunch of wild kids after all,” she joked playfully at Ophelia in a soft tone. “Goodbye Ly, it was fun while it lasted.”

After everything was done and settled with, Cleo stretched out her arms, eyes looking a lot brighter than before. Rey watched her, crossing his arms. “So with my cock-bomber back--”

“I got a vape from Ms. Turner that can amplify the forces of my explosions, by the way.”

“Ooof, don’t want no d*** flying off and slamming into some dolls in the water park,” Rey looked over at the dolls and the two girls chilling at the water park currently. He held back the thought on including the girls in his dirty little remark simply because he knew what Cleo would say.

A ‘pffft’, then a clear of throat. "We're not outside, keep your jokes within boundaries.”

At least, the butler was happy that his master is back to her usual self. “So what are we gonna do now?”

He was even happier--a little excited, perhaps, to see that glint of wildness back in her eyes and her fangs that were obvious when she smirked.

“Rooftop, Rey. I want to see what that Tinkerbell girl is up to.”

With that, up she went, ready to step out. Sharp, observing eyes watched from the back secretly, hiding, taking in the unusual focused expression on the magical girl’s face. Focused on something unknown.

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Pamela

Once she was inside, Pamela noticed she could get lost hopelessly. How was she supposed to find out how to get into that graveyard when walking around like a maze

"Miss Pamela?"

Pam whipped around to find her maid, Suzanne right behind her with a worried look in her face

"Are you alright? I couldn't find you earlier today"

Pam sighed

"Yeah, I'm fine..The fairy made me mad and I uh..Went to calm myself with a walk. It worked"

Pam said with a chuckle, hoping Suzanne couldn't notice the lie. Well, it was half truth half lie anyway. Suzanne seemed satisfied.

"That's good. I have prepared the necessary utensils and ingredients for today's dish!"

Pamela blinked. Ay Dios! She forgot she had to cook! The brunnette glanced at her hands. With a mutation like this, cooking would be impossible. Suzanne gasped

"Oh my goodness! What happened?"

Suzanne grabbed her hands, something Pamela was about to warn her about before the blonde yelped and let go, one of her hands in a light shade of pink

"What..? Is this..? Is this your..Mutation?"

Pamela hung down her head. She remembered as she promised herself to avoid getting one. Seems she got traumatized too soon.

Suzanne lifted Pam's head to face her, a smile on her face. It seemed a little forced.

"Don't worry. Let's just go cook something. Perhaps that'll make you feel better"

Pam looked down and backed away

"Actually, I wanted to explore this place, to e familliar with it and all, but I wanna get to the rooftop first, Is that ok?"

Suzanne nodded with a smile

"Yes, I think Miss Cleo was headed there"

Pam nodded and ran to the direction her maid pointed to. Cooking could wait for a bit.

Once she got to the rooftop, she found Cleo and Tinkerbell. The latter was still as focused as before. Pam glanced at Cleo. She was cool, and she could probably trust her with the information right? After all, she was a law breaker once and Pam wasn't in the mood to join the others just yet.

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Una & May

"Hiya May! You want a cinnamon roll?" Una said as she extended a cinnamon roll to May.

May spoke sounding half-asleep, and sounding inches from tears, "N- No... those make me bloat." She looked like she was going to shrivel up into a ball any moment from her demeanor. Deep within her she was having an internal conflict of whether or not this was all worth it. She had tried to be a hero, and it still ended up with failure. All the way until the end she still fought against Memoria and only found herself being baked alive in the end. Why was she still doing this? Did she really have a deep desire to be a hero, or was that all a lie? The pop-star gig was as fake as her sickly-sweet persona she demonstrated to her fans. She had a talent for singing, and someone she does not remember pushed her into this life.

Maybe I have to approach this from a different angle? Maybe to be a hero - I have to admit my faults...

"Hey May, does your head feel any... cooler?"

May's internal monologue was interrupted by Una noticing a feature that May had somehow seen right through - baldness. May slowly raised her palm and touched her smooth scalp. She internally screamed, cried, and panicked. Key word: internally, May had no visible negative reaction. She took a deep breath, almost visibly breathing out any negativity, "Baldness is in Una, same for uh... thickness."

Luce & Aimi + Cletus

"Excuse me, is May here?" An audible face-palm could be heard, "D- damnit Cletus! That question is so dumb! Of-course she is here!" Aimi and Luce could secretly spy Cletus in the woods standing in-front of a propped up blowup doll, "Okay, take two! U- u- hey! Lookin' good May." Cletus approached the blow-up doll, "Shall we go?" He gripped the hand of the blow up doll and then turned to walk away with it, but his boot snagged on a root causing him to fall over. He landed on the blow-up doll causing it to burst apart, "No! N- no! Damn it! Dad said that was the last one he'd buy me..." Closer examination of the shriveled blow-up doll corpse would show that it had a head-shot of May taped to the face.

With a heavy heart, Cletus began to exit his hiding place, dragging the shriveled doll along with him. He was headed right in Aimi and Luce's direction.

Pam & Cleo

Both Pam and Cleo reached the rooftop observatory at about the same time. Tinkerbell had been spotted only moments before sitting atop the roof, just next to the observatory. Once the pair reached the rooftop Tinkerbell was nowhere to be seen, almost as if she vanished into thin air. A momentary silence filled the air, but suddenly Tinkerbell appeared from above the observatory swooping down to greet the pair, "Hello! Felt ya two were coming! Hehe! I thought I'd surprise ya two!" She fluttered in-place, "So what do ya two want? More sweets? Big busty blonde bombshell bonanza babe is enjoying them! I can also make a tower! Two towers! Three? Or maybe you want weapons? Want my god-slayer deus ex machina ultra slammer killer cannon?!? Free of charge! I trust you guys!"