#gungnirclad

        he hadn't actually known he'd been paired with another until danny stepped out onto the stage of the coliseum, floating a few inches above the sandy ground. he had blinked in surprise at the girl he found emerging from the entrance right off of his own, white hair falling into his face as danny tilted his head curiously. her outfit was bright and intense, metal glinting in the sunlight pouring down from above, and though her face looked gentle the halfa knew better than to judge her capability just from that. his mom seemed as harmless as a teddy bear sometimes, but that didn't stop her from being a ninth-degree black belt.

    ❝ Heeey! ❞ danny touched down on the sand gently as he waved, beginning to jog over to the other. hopefully, she wouldn't take him as the threat. ❝ I didn't know this was a team thing! This should be a lot easier with the both of us. ❞

💧 "I see... So you're a singer? Is that what you intend on doing for your performance? Singing?" Furina had sworn off the stage unless absolutely necessary, but she had still desired to be involved with Rank It To The Top event. And so if she didn't want to perform? Why not help others with their performances?

And so she was offering herself up as a consultant. She was surprised that this teen would take her up on her offer.

Ready to charge up into the above island herself, she darted toward one of the light elevators, finally without concern for her speed. Teleporting might have worked, but she wasn’t eager to pop in on some unexpected danger she would have caught otherwise.

She stopped short. A figure emerged from the light, a long and sleek form she knew.

“No...” she breathed, thrown off at the sight.

Northa and Klein’s combined form, deadly and disastrous, had their eyes and grin fixed on her. Passion couldn’t imagine much worse.

“Then you’re my problem to take care of,” she said, trying to shake off the concern of standing against them alone. She could do it because she had to.

She ran forward as the fusion did, their arm held forward to strike her with purple energy beams before she could reach them. Leaping over the attack, she aimed a punch down at the fusion with a cry --- only to see them dodge her so quickly they barely left a presence in the air. 

They tried to take advantage of her acrobatics, launching more energy blasts her way from their new position. Dodging them wasn’t easy, but her intense focus carried her through until she slid back, one hand on the ground. So they were probably the same strength as they were back home. If she could take that form again...

Hearing something familiar, she turned her head to see Hibiki zooming her way in that cool appearance she’d been able to see in their last meeting. The backup made her chest feel a little lighter already.

“Hibiki! Watch out for their beams!” she called out, turning her head back to the fusion to make it clear. If they planned to attack more than her, it would be someone she allied with.

Saint-Germain doesn’t feel real anymore.

She’d long accepted there would be nothing after death. It was part of the reason she was so terrified of it. (It was part of the reason she stopped caring so much when she thought Prelati and Cagliostro were dead.) And yet, here she is, lost in a strange city she feels unusually safe in. Isola Radiale. Spirale. They're names she’s never heard before in her thousands of years of researching legends, and yet, they're the things she’s least worried about.

Her Spellcaster is gone. She still possesses her Lapis Philosophorum, but it’s easy to tell that it's nothing more than a pretty rock at the moment. None of her alchemy works, aside from her ability to fly, but really, that’s not...too incredibly helpful in this situation. She’s too disoriented to try and scope things out, as it were, and she prefers to keep her feet on the ground. She’s been given some sort of toy gun, as if that’s a reasonable exchange, but she’s got the feeling there’s not much to be done about that at the moment. But none of this would matter, really, if she still had the two she cared so deeply for.

And it’s this sense of loss that’s led her to wander in the rain, aimless. She notices the hustle and bustle around here, notices how people simply seem to be going about their daily lives. Are these natives? Or have they been whisked away from their deaths, like her? She can’t bring herself to ask anyone. Why bother? Honestly, she’s not in the mood to try and conjure up small talk--even if she were feeling good, she’s never been the greatest at it. So she stumbles about, caught in a hazy stupor she’s fine letting herself continue to sink into.

Until...a song.

That song.

Makoto holds the girl by the shoulders, forcing her in the opposite direction as gently as she can manage. There’s nothing good where she came from, she’s certain; while she hasn’t seen anything, her squirrel senses are keen enough to know when something’s wrong.

“You doing alright? Cut any wires? Get in any fights? I was just trying to make sure my friends were okay. Crazy stuff going on, right?” she says, unable to mask the rising panic in her voice. “That island showing up outta nowhere! Getting all my power back is kind of a cool bonus but...”

She stops for a moment, eyes wide, ears twitching.

“Hm. Uhmm... Here, this way,” she says, guiding them both around a corner. She glances over her shoulder for just a moment before she resumes talking, more quietly this time. “You staying safe? I dunno what kind of stuff you go up against in your world, but with the kind of power you’re packing it can’t be- oh, shit.”

Makoto pulls Hibiki to the ground just as something slices through the air at torso-level. It impacts the wall, and then unfolds itself, staring at the two girls. A machine in the shape of a woman, glad in deep magenta, and with a set of wicked looking claws stares down at them with empty, azure eyes.

From the hole in the opposite wall comes a man’s voice, one deep and smooth, with an immeasurable level of confidence dripping from every word.

“How curious. Even in a world such as this, I find familiar faces. I wonder what the cause of this phenomena could be...”

The man waves his hand, and the automaton lurches forward again. Without another warning, Makoto scoops Hibiki up onto her feet and begins to run.

“No time to explain!” shouts Makoto, pushing Hibiki along. “Just keep runnin’! That dude’s bad news!”

         no friend of mirio’s would side with those who wished to eradicate everyone. ...right? then why...? a gloved fist clenches at his side as brows furrow in confusion. if there is any room to change her mind, then what better than civilly -- with words?

         ❛ don’t you know what will happen to the people here if you don’t let us shut the robot down? aren’t there people here that you care about? formed friendships with? there has to be something here worth saving. ❜

@gungnirclad​

After those beams of light were shot down, Kazumi was made plenty busy. The beings that exited those beams were very hostile and each one she ran into would attack her immediately. Thankfully she mostly ran into minions so far so they didn’t take much effort to fight off or run away from with her powers returned. It was easy to fight the more monstrous ones, but the human looking ones were difficult for her to stomach fighting if it could be avoided. She hadn’t ran into anything that was obviously from her world quite yet. At least her ahoge wasn’t reacting to any witch’s magic yet.

During a moment of calm, when there didn’t seem to be any minions or bad guys nearby, she noticed a familiar face. It was Hibiki, a fellow magical girl! Kazumi quickly rushed to her side. Joyful to see a friend, but completely unaware that she was being watched from a distance.

Between you and these bones — [ X ]

@gungnirclad​ said:  ‘ there is a mountain in me ’

Djeeta considered this the first time she would hear someone describe themselves in that manner. The meaning wasn’t lost on her (or at least her interpretation of it) and the captain could understand it on a personal level. She had her own mountains to overcome, something that she believed she was making progress on through her journey. Even once she overcame one there would always be another mountain to climb. 

There’s only so much one can do on their own and if it wasn’t for meeting Lyria...well, she doesn’t like to think about where she would have been. It was still thanks to her that Djeeta was able to set off on her adventure and became the captain of their crew.