Mahou Shoujo/Shounen★Magica (Role-play)

"Yes madam, but could Casa-san stay with me tonight? It would be awfully lonely if no one stayed here with me.", I ask in the sweetest tone I could muster without throwing up.

"Sure, I don't think it'd be a problem at all, if its alright with Casa himself, I wouldn't mind letting him stay at all."

In the meanwhile, standing right beside Casashian on the floor; was Kyubey, staring at Soju and observing.

I look at Casa-san's mother with my head tilted slightly. "Isn't Casa-san your daughter? I swear Casa-san is your daughter."

I look over to Casa-san with a confused look, noticing Kyubey by her feet. "You are a girl.... right?", I say waiting for her to answer.

[size=12]OoC|| This is a joint post between Rise-chan and menolly-hime.

"Wait! H-Haruka-san?!" Menolly yelled after her, slowly going into the entrance after her with hesitation. She had to crouch down to get through the morbid looking gate.
What filled the horizon were tables, chairs, ceiling fans, a clock, and it had a dark-brown background color to it. What covered the land were foods; omelettes, glasses of juices, etc. As she went further in, she was starting to see more: Pastries, cakes with various kinds of cream applied to them, and other sweet desserts.

Opening and closing her mouth repeatedly in awe, Menolly wondered if the creepy entrance was just to scare off anyone into walking into an amazing place. She twirled around, confused and impressed by the sudden change in the décor. Was this just another part of the café? Because it felt like she was in another world entirely. Shaking her head, Menolly figured that she might be asleep. But that didn't matter, since she needed to follow Haruka! She jogged after the other girl, cursing that she got distracted for too long by her surroundings. She could gawk later.

"What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?!" Haruka repeatedly thought while walking forward. She then walked through the floor surrounded by knives, pans, and all sorts of items and tools for cooking that can be found in a kitchen. She took a turn to the left and opened the pink door she found, then kept moving forward.

Suddenly, as she walked, there was a big pulse that she felt. "The Grief Seed hatched!" Haruka shouted to herself. Her usual conjoined dual sword materialized to her right hand, and Haruka then charged straight, as the PYOTRs came out from the cream-filled pit ahead. She stabbed, sliced, slashed, and slayed the PYOTRs all the while as she continued to think to herself, "What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?!", more of them came at Haruka, but she killed more of them all the same.

Wow... Menolly thought to herself, watching Haruka fight the strange creatures. Now she really looks like a magical girl...[/h] She figured that she really had to be dreaming; there was no way that Haruka was in magical girl getup, fighting strange creatures in a huge land of foods and sweets. It just didn't happen in real life - maybe in her manga and in her imagination, but definitely not in real life. Even though Haruka slashed through the creatures, they just kept coming. The slew seemed neverending, and Menolly started to worry. What if they never stopped coming? What if Haruka got tired and she couldn't fight anymore?

Menolly's resolve was strengthened. If that happened, she would protect her new friend... at any cost.

She killed more and more of them, but they were never ending until Haruka threw her blade to the pit and it exploded. "Sparkling Blades!", after the explosion. The PYOTRs seemed to stopped coming.
It seemed that after Haruka attacked the pit of whipped cream, the creatures stopped coming. Breathing a sigh of relief, she started to walk towards the other white-haired girl to ask her if she was okay. However, Haruka continued on past the pit and disappeared. Even more confused, Menolly ran after her again.

Haruka continued to the door on the other side past the pit and found herself in a huge room, one with a creamy environment. She never saw anything like this before.

She found herself in a very large room in another different setting. Just how big [i]was this place? She looked around for Haruka and fidgeted nervously. She had a really, really bad feeling right now, and it was scaring her.

The landscape had truly managed to startle Haruka, this was a maze unlike any other; towers of cream and cake, huge chocolates, candles, a cups of tea, cream biscuits, candies, lollipops, donuts, ice creams, spoons and forks, jellies, etc. It was as if walking on a gigantic cake in a dream, "Wow... this place is so awesome! I wish I could have all of this... why is it that I come across something like this here of all places!?".

Haruka then looked up to the long table with two chairs, and how a lair of cream started coming down from high up. A doll-like figure was beseated on the left chair. From the bulge of creams above popped out a pink tiny looking being; also doll-like, it fell off from above landed perfectly on the chair to the right from Haruka's view.
It was CHARLOTTE, who had required to be prepared for Haruka's attacks.

Looking around, Menolly almost missed seeing the doll-like figures at a table. When she spotted them, she flinched back in fear. What were they? She walked a little closer to Haruka, that fearful feeling rising in her gut again.
In the blink of an eye, Haruka slashed CHARLOTTE's chair. "I'm sorry, but tea time's over," she announced while her gracefullness could be seen all over her, once again.

CHARLOTTE fell down softly on the creamy floor as Haruka appeared in front of her, giving her a kick to her very face and thus a ride across the land of sweets. CHARLOTTE fell down on a tower of cream, after which Haruka threw her blade, stabbing her tiny tummy, causing an explosion due to her spell Sparkling Blades. Haruka sighed, "Glad that its over with now."

At seeing Haruka destroy one of the figures, Menolly felt a little sad and yet also a sense of relief. She took another step forward to talk to her friend, but hesitated a little. A few moments ago she was thinking about protecting Haruka no matter what, yet here she was hiding behind her in a way. Frowning, she shook the thoughts from her mind and continued across the sweet terrain.

At that moment Casashian realized a flaw in her wish, trying not to show any feelings of panic she spoke "Thank you for saying that Soju , I really appreciate the fact that you've acknowledged my girly side.".

Her heart started beating faster while she started looking anxiously around, thinking of a way to go around the answer adding the fact that she didn't knew what will happen when her mother will find out.

But without any success she spoke "And I will gladly stay with you tonight if you want me to." she added trying to dodge the subject.

Starting to look pale, she watched Soju with a pair of serious look, only to give herself a little drop of courage.

In the medial darkness of the night, Varg abruptly wakes; his consciousness returns to him, his eyes open, his muscles stiffen, and his senses sharpen. He recalls the events that happened the previous day, as well the schedule for the day ahead of him. Varg rises out of bed quickly, without a single physical repercussion despite his harshly forced awakening—not even a modicum of drowsiness in his mind or sluggishness in his movements. Only through sheer discipline had he achieved this aptitude.

The digital clock displayed "5:01", with its numbers glowing faint red in the dark. Varg clicks his tongue. Being somewhat of a perfectionist, he felt a discontentment with his imprecise timing. However, he had achieved his first and foremost intentions: to give himself plenty of time of preparation before Emi would wake. The moonlight had already disappeared at this hour, leaving only complete darkness throughout the house.

Varg absolutely hated the taste in his mouth that he acquired during sleep, so he decides to at least take proper care of his dental hygiene first. Making only light, soft steps, Varg makes his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth, while being attentive to his surroundings, making sure as to not carelessly strike an object and propagate a noise that would disturb Emi. When he finishes, he immediately leaves the bedroom after checking that Emi was still asleep. Still in his nightclothes, he grabs the keys to his car as he proceeds out the house, and unlocks the trunk of his car. Opening the trunk, Varg draws the large pistol, along with it's attached chain and bracelet, from its compartment. He closes the trunk and heads back inside. Varg enters the living room, places the gun on a small table, and opens the door of a cabinet situated on the wall of the room. Inside were various mundane items: some writing utensils, stacks of paper, a mirror, and several other things.

There was but one detail, easily overlooked, being completely inconspicuous among the assortment of commonplace items. The wall which seemed to be the back of the cabinet had a single depression in its surface, toward the bottom. Varg reaches for it, and places his left thumb in the depression, with his thumb down. With his thumb gripping the surface area of the depression, he applies force to his hand upward, sliding the wall of the cabinet towards the ceiling. He then uses the palm of his left hand to push it all the way upward, and to keep gravity from bringing it down. Behind it, revealed a larger, secret compartment containing various items related to weaponry. Varg reaches into the compartment with his right hand and partially pulls out an ammo belt. It was incredibly long, and was almost completely filled with cartridges. Varg did not intend to take out the entire belt; he did not need to. Grabbing an end of the ammo belt which had a continuation of empty pockets, he takes out five cartridges, one by one, from that end. With the five cartridges in his hand, he pushes the ammo belt back beyond the wall, gently lets the hidden compartment door descend, and he closes the cabinet door.

His reasons for discreetness were simple. He did not want to reveal any indication of conflict or combat to Emi, to prevent her from becoming worried as well as drawing any undesirable conclusions... Emi had no idea how often Varg had been using his firearm, and for good reason. It would be simply alarming to find out how many bullets Varg had expended on a normal day. In just the welcoming of the new occupants of the prison, he had already expended five cartridges. And on that day, he took an early leave. If not for his appointment with Emi, there was no doubt that the abhorrent rending of human flesh as well as the harrowing screams of languish would have continued that day.

Varg brings the five bullets to the table where he had placed his gun. Taking his gun, he releases the magazine of the gun into his other hand. He places the gun back onto the table, and opens one end of the magazine, with the end facing upward so that the cartridges do not fall out. He places five new cartridges into his gun, seals the magazine, and places it back into his gun. He returns outside, and returns the gun in the trunk of his car. He proceeds back to his room and begins to change into his uniform normally, no longer giving concern to secrecy and silence.

As he changes into his uniform, Varg looks back to the the digital clock in the bedroom. It read 5:34. Being the warden, he has the leisure of arriving anywhere between as early as six or late at around seven. Any earlier would be simply unncessary, as the prisoners would not be awake yet, and any later would be unacceptable. He held an obligation, as well as a great passion, to his duties. Today, he would arrive a tad late with Emi, most likely being a little over seven, he expects. He places his Iron Cross pendant around his neck and straightens out his uniform with finishing touches.

For a few moments, he stands motionlessly. He looks around, taking time to observe the darkness before him, and to listen to the silence around him. It was but a spontaneous desire that had spurred forth from his one of his arbitrary thoughts. In his mind, it was silly and paradoxical. Logically, there is nothing to see in darkness, and nothing to hear in silence, for darkness is the absence of light, and silence is the absence of sound.

Yet, as if it was by their nature, humans will always defy the world around them. In numerous ways, humans can create something from nothing, and make the impossible become possible. Time and time again, humans have demonstrated the ability to overcome the odds, betray expectations, and defy seemingly infallible logic. Varg thought of the occupants of his prison. They, each day, were consumed by perpetual darkness and silence. Not a single sound in the prison was audible to the rest of the world, and not a single shred of the sun's light will enter their eyes. At night, all of the prisons's florescent lights are shut off, and all its routine activities end. Each and every night for them has been—and will be—nothing but darkness and silence. They each will spend their time idlely in their cells, either lying on their beds, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, or sitting in the corner, with their heads buried in their arms, waiting for the night to end. They will wait vainly, for when the night passes, the darkness does not end, and when the day comes, the sun does not shine. Yet they will continue to wait. They do so because they are hopeless. They understand there is no escape. They realize their lives have become nothing, so they let go of their hope... and in doing so, they have truly become nothing. They are forever consumed by the endless darkness of their lives.

Yet... there are others whom stand. They stand with their bodies pressed against the iron metal slab of their cell door, and reach through the bars that impede them, only able to slip but their fingers through the tight barricade. They gaze off into the darkness and listen to the silence as they seem to seek for something. They seek an escape from the darkness. They cling onto hope. They cling onto the hope that there is something within the nothingness... that, within this illusion of perpetual darkness, they will create a light for themselves—a hope for a future. To Varg, such a thing was unfathomable. There was no escape from this prison. However, he acknowledged it was not impossible. Even if it was impossible, it would all change. A flower, exposed to the faintest light will seek it, and reach toward it. It will writh desperately, breaking through the barriers that impede it, and will eventually sprout felicitously above the land. Varg wanted to understand that feeling, but had yet to see such a miracle. Only the flower that sprouts against the harsh, dry earth—bearing against the cold, stagnant air—reaching beyond to the dark, cloudy skies—basking in the faint ray of light that gives it life—

—it alone becomes the exemplification of that which has truly lived.

Varg breaks from his deep cogitation. Looking at the clock, Varg reads "6:04" from its digital display. He had been standing, immersed in his thoughts, for roughly thirty minutes. Varg is briefly surprised by this; it was not often he would immerse himself in such arbitrary thoughts for so long. He decides to go wake up Emi, who had slept very early for the sake of being with him this day. He pictures and envisions the events that would take place today: he would give Emi a tour of the prison, then leave to eat a fancy restaurant after traveling around the city, and spend the rest of the day together, like always. Despite the remorse he held for deciding to deceive his loved one, Varg happily enjoys thinking of such intentions of earnest merriment. As he walks to Emi's bedside, he finds himself at a loss. Feeling playful, he thinks of several ways he could wake Emi up. He represses a playful desire to jump into the bed, abandoning any sense of refinement he held, and hoping to see a distressed reaction from Emi. Several erotic thoughts also spurred in his mind. Varg quietly chuckles to himself, amused by his surprisingly lighthearted playfulness as he looks over the sleeping Emi, whom had cutely curled up into a fetal position as she tightly grasps a pillow with her arms and legs.

Varg's earlier thoughts from his cogitation continued to linger in his mind, however. He realizes that his understand is lacking, but figures that he would not understand it any further by simply thinking about it, and represses those thoughts. He only needed to think about his day today. He would wake Emi and they would go on their date. Even beyond today, after the day ends, he only needed to think of his life of Emi's lover, and his life as an executioner of justice, extirpating those he deemed worthy to die. That was how he felt the future would proceed, and that was how it would all end. Nothing would change. Everything will go as expected. It always has, and it will.

Yet, he dared not forget the singlemost important fact which yet still lingered ominously within his mind:

Time and time again, humans have demonstrated the ability to defy expectations. They have done the impossible. They have created existence from nothingness. And they will continue to do so...

...perhaps it is inevitable...?

Let it happen.

There was no need for worry.

For once the flowers rise, he will stomp it out. He will stomp out those worthy to die. Even if they cling to hope, and find light in the darkness... he will, without fail, return them to nothingness.

He will deliver the judgment for the sake of his hubristic justice.

A bold proclmation of Varg's resolve escapes his lips.

"None are exempt."

Emi, unconscious, was basked in a warm sensation. Her mind was devoid of all conscious thought, yet it was tranquil. However, something disturbs her peaceful state. It causes her mind to drift ever so slightly into consciousness. Emi, by her body's strong desire to rest, naturally tries to pull her tired mind back into the unconscious warmth. She resists the outside world. She begins to receive stimuli, but she is still unconscious. Her mind tells her what it is, but she still cannot recognize the feeling.

At that moment, she receives another stimulus. It was faint, weak, yet soft. Her mind recognizes it, and she feels it.

A gentle voice flows into her left ear.

"...you should wake up soon~"

A strong feeling runs throughout her entire body. It was but one stimulus. She recognizes it. It was the sense of feeling and touch. Just a single stimulus on her ear causes a strong jolt to run through her body. Her body tenses up faintly. The dreamy feeling of warmth begins to fade, and a feeling of physical warmth slowly replaces it. The gentle voice flows through her ear once again,

"If you don't wake up..."

Another stimulus. It was much stronger, causing her body to twitch.

"...I'll do this~"

Her neck. She shivers from the sensation, which was even stronger than before. At this point, Emi was only half-asleep. She could feel everything... the warmth of the blankets, the weight of the pillow between her legs, the cool air... and the feeling of something moist running up her neck. Emi unconsciously bites her lip from the overwhelming sensation that ran through her body.

"You're awake, aren't you...?" The voice seems to say teasingly.

Emi did not want to respond it. Deep in her mind, she wanted the feeling to continue like this. She, without thinking, strongly desired the sensation once more.

"Then... I'll do this...."

Emi feels a warm sensation run down her sides... her waist... her thighs... her—

For no particular conscience reason, perhaps on reflex, Emi sits up and swings her right hand toward the left side of her bed with all the force she could muster in a split second. A loud smack sound rings through the air, and Emi's hand burns with a stinging pain. Emi opens her eyes, and she sees Varg... with his left cheek turning bright red, plainly visible in the early morning darkness. Varg had pulled his hand back from the sudden retaliation. For several moments, the two stare at each other a bit awkwardly.

"W-What the h-hell are you doing?!" Emi yells out as her cheeks flush red.

Varg does not respond, but his expression changes to a sullen and exasperated look, and he promptly apologizes to Emi. Varg sighs and says, "It's morning. It's time to get up." As Varg walks away, Emi grabs Varg's sleeve tightly from behind.

"Wait... if you wanted to do it... I never said I didn't want it... I was just a bit surprised... so you can k-keep going..."

Varg turns around, smiles at Emi and hugs her. He brings his mouth to her ear, and sweetly whispers,

I'd love to... but we'll be late."

Emi promptly looks at the digital clock in the room, and it flashes "6:34" in bright red.

"Oh no! Today's the... and I'll be late... and... what do I wear?!" Emi becomes flustered and panicked as she scurries out of bed and into the bathroom after grabbing a set of clothes.

"Oh... wait, dear! I'll be done soon!"

Varg chuckles, amused with Emi's early-morning quandary.

"I'll be waiting in the kitchen."

While in the bathroom, Emi puts down her clothes and begins to brush her teeth and hair. She tries to put on her new set of clothes as she brushes her teeth, lacking all sort of manner and grace as she does so, and she stumbles a few times. After ardously finishing her entire daily routine in an instance, Emi hastily darks out of the bedroom, scampers down the hallway and enters the dining room. As she enters, she sees Varg happily fixing himself a cup of black coffee in the kitchen. Emi quickly glances at the clock in that room, and its hands showed a time which read to be slightly past 6:45.

Emi, panting from her hasty scramble, asks, "D-Did I make it?!"

Varg, the classy motherfucker that he is, takes a sip of his goddamn coffee, smiles at Emi with an insouciant expression, and says, "You did a good job waking up today. We won't make it on time, but it'll be fine—for the most part."

"You should've woken me up earlier!" Emi poutes.

"Hmm, it'll be fine. I am a rather... respected officer. But, anyways. Why don't you wear that new dress I bought you, for today?"

"Oh! I forgot about that one... I'll go change now then~!" Emi runs off into the bedroom, and in no more than two minutes, Emi appears, unveiling the dress that Varg had bought for her.

"It looks amazing on you, dear."

"I know right~?" Emi says with a smile on her face as she ostentatiously twirls, the dress elegantly fluttering in the air, as if.... blades were slicing the air...? Varg momentarily pauses his train of thought. He recalls what his mind had just processed, regarding what he had just observed, but he shakes his head, scattering his thoughts. Varg had almost made the dreadful mistake of attempting to perceive the unknown horrors of the dress again, but he once more buries his thoughts and concerns into the back of his mind. Completely ignoring the unnerving spectacle that he just sensed, he simply smiles at Emi.

"Well, shall we be off?"

Emi nods, and the two put on their shoes, exit the house, and enter the car, with Varg in the driver's seat. They depart for Varg's workplace...

They had expected much better weather today. Under the dark overcast, the two stood before the prison complex. Varg had parked in a lot behind the the complex, a place reserved for the employees and officers. There was nothing that could be called "beautiful" of it. Its structure, shape, color, scheme, design... everything about it carried a sort of dread and horror to it, and was unpleasant to the eyes.

Its appearance was inexplicably unnerving. Emi had notices a feeling of anxiety enveloping her. She doubts what her eyes sees, and what she feels. To reassure herself, she asks Varg a simple question. She already knew the obvious answer, but she could not help but simply ask again,

"Dear... this is?"

"This is... my workplace. It is... a multipurpose facility."

Its size was grand, towering several stories above them.

Varg senses Emi's discomfort. He holds her hand to strongly reassure her, and says, "Come, let's go inside."

The two continue inside, and what seemed like a erratic assortment of hallways, corridors, and rooms was unveiled to them. There was much activity throughout the room; many men in white, pristine coats walked about and conversed. The room connected to other rooms, and it could be seen that many of the rooms had smaller, specialized rooms. Some of the rooms seemed to be cramped office spaces, others were large rooms for meetings, and others were utility rooms. Most of the rooms were completely full with people.

"Whoa... who are all these people?"

Varg does not answer. After several moments, a large man in a uniform appears before Varg and Emi.

"Welcome, Varg. Is this your lovely wife?"

Emi nods and says shyly, "Y-Yeah.. nice to meet you, I'm Tanaka Emi." and promptly bows.

The man seems to give a warm smile, and continues, "Good evening, Miss Tanaka. Varg, you'll be able to take care of her, right?"

"But of course, Officer Hisao." Varg replies.

The man before Varg and Emi was actually one of Varg's subordinates. However, for the purpose of this day, Varg ordered several people to act as his superior officer, including this man named Hisao. Hisao chuckles, and then leans over to Varg, closely whispering into his ear.

"By the way... what is up with that dress?" Hisao's eyes quickly glance and gesture to Emi and her peculiar, black dress.

Varg responds frankly, I have no idea."

A worried expression spreads across the man's face. "That dress is simply unnerving. A chill runs down my spine if I give it a single glance."

Varg merely shrugs Hisao's words, reasoning it as some morbidly humorous coincidence. However, he slightly ponders for a few moments, cogitating thoughts which eventually grew into suspicion. Varg asks Hisao,

"Do you know of the store named 'White Dahlia'?"

"No, I do not. Why?" Hisao replies and asks.

"Find out what corporation owns that subsidiary, if it is one. Also, keep a detailed log of the corporate activites that occured in this research facility for the last few weeks, if you find it."

Yes. There was a research facility here. It did not belong to any one corporation; rather, it was facility that was shared and used by multiple corporations. What those corporations do here was not of Varg's concern, he is merely the owner the complex. What was important, however, were the benefits that it offered Varg and his prison. This connection with corporations allowed him ties with figures of money, ties with the military, and ties to informational networks. Although it was hypocrisy, he would work with the corrupted to bring his own corrupted justice to fruition.

Hisao steps aside, and Varg proceeds in, holding Emi's hand. The activity in the room and the adjacent rooms were incredibly hectic and chaotic. Varg explains to Emi that the building they were in was a research facility as well as a headquarters for an organization. However, he made no mention of what research that occurred here...

What made this research facility so special?

—The underground prison. Area Four-Five, the greatest agglomeration of the cursed, damned, and forsaken, condemned for eternity in the country of Japan. These people have lost all of their worth, and thus become essential subjects. Every scream will go not unheard, yet all will be indifferently ignored. Every cry of agony will not cease, but will perpetuate unceasingly. Such live subjects are required for the horrific and abomitable research that occurs here, in Area Four-Five.

Varg continues to quickly pull Emi through the upper complex. Emi's expression, for the entire time she was here, was but a concerned and worried one. Varg knew she was uncomfortable here. It was understandable. Any individual whom still retained their humanity would instinctually fear this place, for this was a pit of the darkest of hells; a place of utmost horror and suffering that which existed on Earth.

The experience was completely devoid of thrill or solace; Varg's words were terse and insipid, giving minimal explanation and exiguous detail, and its duration was brief. Even as she graspes Varg's hand tightly to relieve herself, she still feels an incessant dread. Thoughts race through Emi's mind endlessly as she observes the activites in the complex. She wondered what they were doing. She thought about the fear that seemed to creep on her, following her as she walked, and where it came from. She worries, but she places her trust in Varg... perhaps only out of desperation.

As the two walk for a time, they eventually arrive in front of a room.

"This is my office." Varg suddenly states.

Emi seems snaps out of a daze. Upon hearing Varg's voice, Emi's mind clears and she regains her focus. The one she loves is still with her, of course; she has nothing to worry about. She wipes off the worried expression she had, and replaces it with a bright smile.

"O-oh... w-well finally! I was waiting earnestly for this! Let's go inside~" Emi happily says.

Varg opens the door, stepping aside, allowing Emi to step in first.

Inside, Emi could see a simple hardwood desk, beautifully furnished. The wall behind it was actually a single, large, plexiglass window. Through it, a view which overlooked from the large area of land in front of the prison all the way to the distant hills and cityscapes up to the horizon was beheld before them. It was no less than a truly spectacular and grand view.

There were many books in the room whose titles had foreign characters and letters; some were in Swedish, others in Latin. There were Japanese books as well. Emi could recognize some titles of the Swedish books, being the more popular and renowned names in Sweden. On the desk were assortments of papers and graphs; some seemed to be reports with statistics. There was minimal decoration around the room, but it was like a treasure to Emi, for this was her beloved's room. Her face seems to light up. Varg smiles, satisified, seeing that Emi was not disappointed. After some time, Varg speaks suddenly,

"We should go now, there isn't too much to see here. Honestly, I wasn't looking forward to this as much as our date, later."

"Ooh~ I forgot about that, where are you taking me~? Some where nice~? Some where fancy~? Tell mee~!"

"Hmm... today... I'll let you decide. It'll be my treat. Is there any place in particular?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Emi says with a look of disappointment.

Varg ponders for a moment. After a while, Varg chuckles and replies, "Sure, I do have a place in mind..."

As the two proceed out the complex, talking and laughing, shaking off the feelings of uneasiness with their bright expressions and carefree words of love for one another.

—Without warning—

—Emi's breath stops—

—her body ceases to move—

—a strong chill penetrates her chest—

—it crawls up her spine—

—it pierced her head, her skull, her mind—

Varg was yelling.

"Emi, what's wrong?"

Emi had found herself suddenly holding her head with both hands, crouching down, her eyes wide open, simply staring at the ground—

—in sheer terror.

"Emi, what's wrong?" Varg could only repeat himself, feebly hoping for an answer from Emi's mouth. He had lost his composure a long time ago; there was much panic and anxiety in his voice.

Emi had finally come to her senses, but questions raced through her mind.

"What was that...?"

Her memories were jumbled and vague; however, she vaguely remembers something—a dark, undulating entity was at the corner of her eye...

Varg holds Emi tightly. Emi feels Varg's tight embrace, and she regains her composure. Her body relaxes. Varg feels Emi's body calming down, and he asks,

"Are you alright?"

"W-What... Yeah, I-I'm fine.." Emi says as she breathes heavily.

"What happened?"

"I-I don't know... It's nothing, I'm fine..." Emi lies. Her vision was still warped, and the feeling of sheer terror still shook her body, as if to tear tremors into her soul.

"Would you like to head home now?

Emi nods, and she attempts to stand upright, but her knees buckle and her vision blurs into streaks of light as her body lurches forward—

Emi could feel the sensation of warmth on her back. Before Emi had hit the ground, Varg had caught her, his left arm supporting her back and his right arm under her legs. Varg hoists her up, carrying her like a princess. Emi's eyes flicker slightly as her vision gradually normalizes, and she could see the ceiling, and Varg visage looking down at her, forming a worried expression. Her breathing was still irregular, with her lungs feeling incredibly heavy and the air seeming stagnant. Emi could not hear very well, but she could see her beloved's lips vociferating words that could not pass through her ears. He did not seem to be yelling at her, but to others beyond her vision. She forces herself to make out Varg's words, but to no avail, and she feels her consciousness gradually fading. Before her vision was crushed by black vacuity, she could see faintly, at the very corner of her eye—

—something dark, its body undulating—

She could not see it, but, faintly... its visage bore a contemptuous smile.

As she woke, Emi could feel a warm sensation; it enveloped her, tightly wrapping around her chest and legs. Her vision gradually reveals a familiar sight; familiar objects on shelves that held memories for her, a familiar texture on the walls, and a familiar person. She was back in her room, in her bed, with Varg standing beside her. He was still in his uniform. Emi musters the strength in her chest, and forces words through her lips, with a feeble voice leaving her mouth.

"What happened..?"

"After that panic attack, you fell unconscious. I brought you back as soon as I could. How are you feeling now?"

Emi pulls up the sheets, hiding her face under the covers, and mumbles, "I'm so embarrassed, I could die."

Varg was caught by surprise with Emi's response. "Why?" He asked.

"B-Because... your work..."

Varg smiles. "Don't worry about it. Other than that, how are you feeling? Dizzy? Nauseous?"

"I'm just fine... I think... Yeah, I'm fine." Emi says with a firm smile.

"It might be best if you stay in bed for today. I'm worried about what happened earlier."

"But what about our date? I feel just fine, I think we should go."

Varg places his hand on Emi's forehead. Her head was warm to the touch, but it was not feverish. She didn't seem to be sweating either. Her condition was relatively fine, but Varg was still concerned. He knew Emi wouldn't lie to him, but...

"Just to be safe, I want you to rest today. I'll call your boss and tell him you'll be sick for a few days."

Emi gives a nod of affirmation, and closes her eyes. She pulls the sheets to cover her lips, comfortably situating herself on the bed. After a few moments, Emi realizes the amount of fatigue she had, and allows her mind to drift away. Her bodily perceptions fade quickly and she falls asleep almost instantaneously.

Varg gives a soft, sweet gaze to Emi as she slept motionlessly. He takes a few moments to listen to the faint noises of his beloved sleeping so soundly on the bed. He feels satisified, and leaves the room. He takes out his cellphone, dials a number, and places it to his ear. He hears the ring of the phone for several moments, and eventually, the voice of a man reaches his ears.

"Who is this?"

The man's curt, boorish responses had always irked Varg every time he heard them. Varg represses his irritation and speaks in a respectful tone,

"Good afternoon to you, Mr. Fujyaki. I am calling on behalf of Emi Tanaka. I have called to informed you that Emi is feeling ill, and will regrettably be unable to perform her duties for the next few days. I request for a temporary excusal for the rest of this week."

Varg hears groans of irritation from the other end. The man jeers with rude dialect. "She wants some time off? Bah! After so much inadequate performance in the workplace, she expects to simply have a week off just because she's a little sick? Hah! If she wants a week off, I'll deduct her pay. You got it? Tell her that, and make it clear! Haha!" The man ends the call on his end.

Varg's face warps into grimace of disgust. Varg knew about Emi's experience as she worked. Her boss was a lecherous, ill-mannered man whom often constantly harassed Emi. Varg had implored Emi to quit her job, but Emi refused, saying that she needed a good input from her boss. It would impact her future career if she did not build up an excellent background of her work experiences. Varg could only reluctantly agree, as this was true. Money was not an issue; however, this was necessary for Emi's goal. Varg would have to stomach his disgust and repress his malice, but he knew the day would soon come...

Varg ends the call. Varg leaves the house, and spends the rest of the day wandering the streets.

[OOC: End of day if Varg is not intercepted.]

Soju's mother sensed her child trying to dodge the arising conversation, and thus allowed him to, sometimes its best for the parents to let the youngsters to let them do what they want, rather than tackling in on whatever they can. Its best to grand liberty sometimes, though not all the time, and thus, liberty and control should be balanced.

"Well then, I shall head home, Casa, take care of Soju-san now," said Casashian's mother, before walking out of the room.

I watched Casa-san's mother walk out of the room.

"I guess it's nothing I should care about." After pausing for a moment, I turn to Casa-san. "I guess we should go to sleep, if it is already dark out.", I say to Casa-san, as I turn over on the bed and try to go to sleep.

"So you are getting along with boy's I presume" she suddenly spoke looking at Soju's back as she was laying on the bed. Still feeling sorry about her action's Casashian squeezed on the bed near Soju. "That you wouldn't care about my gender.." she continued while she again started looking at Soju's back.

Then Casashian started to move a finger on Soju's back imitating the writing I'm sorry.As the feelings were getting stronger she suddenly hugged Soju.

" I'm sorry that I acted like that Soju.. I really am.. Please forgive me for hurting you." Casashian whispered as she started to cry.

It started feeling weird. Weirder than when I kissed Casa-san. I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly turn around on the bed and push Casa-san off of me onto the floor. After I took a look at her after pushing her off, I notice small tears coming from her eyes.

"I-I'm sorry I pushed you off, but you shouldn't do such weird things. Suddenly climbing into bed and hugging me is some of those things!", I ended up shouting at Casa-san.

I turn back over and close my eyes, and I whisper, "You didn't hurt me, baka." I quietly fall asleep after that.

"My, my, they sure don't get along well sometimes, do they?", Kyubey siletnly spoke through telepathy to himself. Then walked his way to the bed, after which, laying down casually; falling asleep.

Casashian stumbled on the floor hitting her elbow and knees. Trying to keep herself silent , due to feeling ashamed of what she did and why she did , she empty swallowed after Soju turned around.

As Kyubei went on top of Soju's bed, Casashian already had risen up and started to search quietly as she could for a place to sleep . Creeping inside the room she slowly dragged a chair to sit on. Feeling tired Casashian yawned.

"This day had gone worst and worst by the second. And this girl.. First she doesn't like's boys but she didn't reacted at least surprised that I could be a boy. T-this is interesting. " she though again while putting the chair at the opposite side from Soju's bed.

Sitting on the chair looking thoughtful at Soju she whispered "But , just why did I do that? I mean she is a girl I just met , even a boy wouldn't act like that with a girl , only if he would be a perv-. she suddenly ended her thought with a gasp.

"She was right.. I am foolish. sobbed as her head leaned sideways against the wall falling asleep.

From the blast, a black serpent-like thing slithered out. Seems that Haruka underestimated the witch. CHARLOTTE came after Haruka with its great speed. It was before Haruka's face before she knew it. Haruka was in a state of panic, and jumped. But to her dismay, CHARLOTTE, was fast enough to bite Haruka even as she jumped off. It succeeded at biting her left arm off.

Menolly stifled a screamed at seeing Haruka's arm being bit off, covering her eyes in horror and feeling hot tears burn at her eyes. "This isn't real, this isn't happening, wake up, wake up..." she whispered to herself, kneeling down and praying that she'd soon wake up and Yuiko would be snoring beside her. She'd go to school and greet Haruka... Haruka would be fine... Haruka would be smiling at her, telling her good morning and Menolly would be so glad that they're friends.

Blood gushed out, Haruka squealed in pain. Having her left arm missing now, it was more difficult than before to fight this monster. Haruka was now sweating profusely, unknowing of what to do or how to kill it. In pain, tears flew out through her eyes.

Feeling completely useless, all the huddled girl could do was rock herself in comfort and try to ignore the scene in front of her, no matter how real it seemed. "Haruka... Haruka..." Menolly sobbed out, wishing she could do something, anything. She wished she wasn't so damn afraid.

She hadn't changed at all, had she? Despite how strong her resolve to be brave was that morning and just a mere few minutes ago, here she was reduced to a sniffling heap at a single nightmare. Clenching her fists, Menolly gathered up everything inside of her and stood up, walking stiffly over to the ongoing battle between Haruka and the creature. She felt sick from the sight of the other girl's arm and the stench of blood, but she made herself bare it as she continued closer. She stopped when she was still a fair distance away, but enough for the monster to see her. Even if she couldn't fight like Haruka could, she could at least distract the thing and let her friend run. Whether this was real, or a nightmare, no matter how afraid and sick she felt, Menolly would stand her ground and keep her word.

She would protect.

CHARLOTTE continued its attacks and slithered after Haruka as she barely kept avoiding it, she knew that she'd soon be caught if she kept up being evasive, but nothing still came to her mind, until she realized that it set its eyes towards Menolly... after she managed to distance herself.


Menolly-chan!? W-What the hell is she doing here?! More so, I didn't even realize it... , Haruka rushed to Menolly's rescue, after witnessing CHARLOTTE going to her direction, Menolly-chan!!" Haruka yelled, calling out her name. Dashing ever faster than ever, Haruka raced with the witch to reach Menolly. Haruka took a shortcut, using her magic Spirit Leap she went through the walls of cream and cake, and suddenly came out from the bulge of cake to her right. Haruka then threw her conjoined twin blades, then firmly waved her ony her to the right, after which, countless conjoined twin blades appeared behind her. Haruka then waved her arm forward towards the staring CHARLOTTE, as if commanding her weapons. CHARLOTTE tried to eat the weapons after opening its mouth wide.


As the creature drew closer to her, Menolly started shaking, but she still forced her feet to stay put. She heard Haruka yell her name and looked over at her quickly, flinching back as her friend emerged from the desserts and huge chunks of cake were thrown everywhere. She stepped to the side to avoid one such piece and watched as Haruka tried to distract the monster, unsure of what to do. She took a step closer to the other girl for a small sense of comfort, but the monster staring them in the face shook her to the core.

Haruka took this chance to hold Menolly on her arm, and took off to the air. Haruka ran, dashed, jumped, leaned; in an attempt to take Menolly to a safer location, though she knew that she wouldn't be able to hide for long on the witch's hunting ground.

At Haruka pulling her arm, Menolly tried to look at their surroundings but found her focus lost in Haruka's speed. She know they sped by many kinds of sweets, but that was nothing new - Menolly had a weird feeling, as if she should be looking for something. She figured it was probably just the anxiety and fear and brushed it off, instead choosing to wish that they'd make a safe escape.

Haruka put Menolly down on the soft, creamy and puffy floor, what surrounded them were donuts and huge biscuits. Haruka then placed her own hand to where her wound was located, to her dismembered left arm, and a light appeared around it. Haruka's left arm pulled through out of the light; fully renewed as if it wasn't bit off.

Menolly watched as Haruka touched her wounds and flinched at the gruesome sight and the smell of her flesh and blood, but she was genuinely curious as to what the other girl was doing and watched as a light appeared around her arm. In wonder, her arm was completely regenerated. If she hadn't seen it happen in front of her own eyes, Menolly never would have guessed that Haruka didn't have a left arm the moment before.

"Haruka-san, how can you-"

"Please stay put here while I go and defeat this witch, don't try to do anything stupid and have me worry about you now," said Haruka, very firm on her words, but giving a reassuring smile, trying to say "I'll be back, so wait for me here."

Cut off, she listened intently to what Haruka said. Although it sounded like she was being scolded, Menolly could hear the genuine concern for her in her voice. She smiled back at the other girl, giving a slight nod and replying, "Alright. I'll wait here - but please be careful," her voice cracked, "Please come back." She felt hot tears stinging her eyes, but wiped them away before they could fall.

"I'll definitely be back!" said Haruka, staring at the direction of the Witch, though she missed the last line Menolly uttered as she sprung off towards the monster.

Before one would know it, Haruka stood before CHARLOTTE; seemingly ready for combat. The lass's blades materialized, but before Haruka took stance, the rampant Witch's mouth opened wide; swallowing Haruka in one go after quickly reaching her - munching happily thinking that she ate her. But to her dismay, Haruka magically came out from her back of her head, another one of her magic Spirit Leaping.

Left alone, Menolly sniffled and looked around at her surroundings some more. She didn't know what to do. Haruka told her to stay here, but all she really wanted to do was be by her side and protect her... Even though she knew that in this situation, she was useless, she couldn't quell the desire. She sniffled and wished hard for her friend to be alright.

Right after she came out, Haruka made a slash on the back of the head of CHARLOTTE after slicing through it's skin from behind. CHARLOTTE roared at pain. Haruka then stabbed her conjoined blade to it's back - after which - CHARLOTTE could be seen slightly shaking its body from the shock given off from the blades, it was the other effect that her spell Sparkling Blades could cause; paralyzing CHARLOTTE temporarily. Even though it was temporary, Haruka felt that it was enough time for her to come out as the victor of this battle.

As CHARLOTTE groaned, Haruka's blades appeared all over and around CHARLOTTE, surrounding it, then, each blade moved to CHARLOTTE each blade going through the pure black skin of the enemy Witch on Haruka's elegant gesture.

The Witch fell to the puffy cream-ground; its body dissipated. The environment soon returned to normal; Menolly and Haruka found themselves inside the abandoned cafe, as the grief seed slowly but steadily landed on the floor. Haruka walked over to the Witch's egg as it stood firm on the dusty and unclean floor and picked it up. "And there, I'm back, Menolly-chan!"

She gasped, confused and surprised that the place they were just in returned to that of the cafe they were in before. Her eyes watering, Menolly smiled at Haruka and told her she was glad that she was safe.

Haruka's clothes started to return to her previous form; the Mitakihara high school uniform, through a white light that briefly engulfed her body. "So, would you like an explanation or would rather wish to forget about all of this? I'm fine with either of them, and see benefits on both sides, and so; it's your call now, Menolly-chan."


Watching the girl's clothes transform again, Menolly started to think that this really wasn't a dream. The whole time she'd felt like it was real even as she forced the thoughts from her mind and made it into a dream. The choice was hers, Haruka had said. As curious as she was, she was also horrified at the thought that such things happen. She also wanted to be closer to Haruka... and if she said no now, that's one thing they'd probably never bring up again. Even if she said yes, it's not like she was condemning herself, right? Haruka would just tell her what all of this was. Knowledge is never a waste, Menolly mused to herself, mulling over her decision for a few minutes.

"Alright," she started, "Please tell me, Haruka-san."

Menolly only hoped she wouldn't regret it.

"Very well then, why we should go to a place more suitable for having a proper conversation. We should leave this dead cafe and go to a normal cafe instead," said Haruka as a reply to Menolly, as she started to embark her way out of the rigid place. Haruka expects Menolly to be right behind her, following.

Menolly agreed, nodding her head in consent and following Haruka out of the cafe. "W-wait!" she called out, "Maybe we should take a rest for today.. it seems it's been a long day for both of us. If it's alright with your parents, maybe one of us could stay at the other's house for the night, or we could catch up right in the morning," she said shyly, fidgeting with her hands. Menolly played with the ends of her hair, gingerly fingering the silvery strands as she waited for a reply.

"Well, we're having guests over later today... there's a chance that my mom may not like me inviting you over on such a day. My apologies, Menolly-chan, I'd love to do that any other day though," Haruka answered while looking down, slightly.

She nodded in understanding and gave Haruka a soft smile. "It's alright, I understand. I almost forgot that my sister was visiting, too, so now I feel bad," Menolly giggled, her cheeks pink, trying to lighten the dark mood a little. Although, in all the strange happenstances she had almost forgotten about Yuiko... "I do hope that your offer of an explanation is still alright after today - maybe we can meet up for coffee or tea after school tomorrow?" she inquired, tilting her head slightly and fidgeting with the ends of her hair in further embarrassment.

"Of course, then it's decided, we meet up on a cafe tommorrow after school, we'll decide which cafe tomorrow, and don't come up with excuses now! And now, I shall take my leave, Menolly-chan, take care now!" said Haruka, while walking away.

Menolly giggled at Haruka's response and nodded to the girl, parting with her and going home. Yuiko questioned her when she got to her apartment, but exhausted from the day's events, the white-haired girl passed out on top of her futon almost immediately. Her older sister shook her head in amusement and concern, brushed Menolly's bangs behind her ear, and clicked off their lamp to go to sleep.

((OOC: Thus, Menolly's day ends here.))

((OOC: Room101 is out of the RP. Kiyomin may be out of the RP soon, depending on whether his/her character does any actual interaction with other PCs, or else it's a waste of our time to ever read his/her posts, if he/she doesn't actually play the RP. That said, I'm still allowing people to join this RP, until the start of the next Act.))


April 24rd, Sunday, 2050;
It was early in the morning, just past 6 am. What waved Soju's hair gently was the soft breeze, as she stood before Kyubey, her future Contractor. What surrounded them were flowerbeds, and tall white fences, it'd be really hard for one to climb up those fences to commit suicide or for other reasons, perhaps they were designed that way to prevent suicides? Soju spoke, "Kyubey, I'm ready to make my wish now."

"What wish will you make today, Soju-san?"

Soju took one deep breathe, she gave a firm look onto Kyubey's eyes; displaying sheer determination. "I wish to get rid of all of my panic attacks for good," Soju made a wish.

Kyubey didn't seem fazed. It was almost as though he had anticipated such a wish.

"I'd like to bring an end to all of the pain and suffering I've had to endure, up to now. And I want to help those who go through such painful times as well, and vanquish the wrongdoers that bring about these painful times," Soju continued speaking for her wish, as if praying.

"Now, grant my wish, Kyubey!", as she uttered this phrase, Soju raised her voice.

Kyubey seemed confident in his ability to be able to grant Soju's wish. Kyubey didn't speak, he instead had his two soft-looking ears with light-yellow colored encircled rings go through directly inside Soju's chest, as if searching for something directly within her heart.

Soon after, Kyubey's ears made it out; taking a tiny oval-shaped ball of light out of Soju's chest, it then flew to the sky after it was taken out; slowly coming down towards Soju.

"Now, take hold of it, it is your fate after all," Kyubey asked calmly, glaring at Soju. Soju raised her arms; slowly and steadily, she took hold of her newborn Soul Gem. The wind blew harder, petals from the flowers had almost filled the air, making a serene scene, marking the moment at which she had become a Mahou Shoujo, as the green mark at the shape of a rose, appeared at the nail of Soju's middle finger.

"Your body should now be completely healed from any type of panic attacks, that I can assure. And in exchange for the healing of the panic attacks, you shall now go down the fate of combat from here onwards, Soju-san."



Later on, classes were just about to start on Mitakihara High School; on Aoi and Usami's class. The homeroom teacher came in, announcing the Field Trip that is supposed to take place, "Today, I'd like to announce that a field trip will be taken place tomorrow," as of this moment, the students were shocked; various voices filled the room in surprise.

Aoi seemed a bit worried, what if another Mahou Shoujo trespassed her territory while she's away?

The teacher urged the students to quite down, and continued, "This field trip will be involving three schools, and not just our school and another. Tomorrow, we're taking a bus to Tokyo High School. It'll be the same for the students of Kitano High School from Osaka, they too, will take a bus to Tokyo's Tokyo High School," the teacher went on with the announcement, revealing more details, timing, etc.

"Should I skip this? But wait... if I go, I may just meet Haruka there, I must contact her today to make sure," Aoi thought to herself.


((OOC: I don't really know if a field trip like this ever took place in real-life or, at that particular time of the year, lol. But I think it's somewhat unique and will definitely bring together most or all of the characters together on one place.))

It was in the middle of the second period when the announcement came. There was going to be a field trip made by the Mitakihara and Osaka high schools coming to visit Tokyo. Our teacher just told us that if might be a good opportunity to talk with some of the high schoolers and get a picture of what it would be like once we joined high school in either one of the other cities.

I just impatiently waited through the announcement, and then studies continued. The courses here weren't too different from the courses I had in the Mitakihara Middle School, and it followed pretty much the same schedule too. The first class was Math, second was Japanese, and third was History before the bell rang for lunch time.

As the teacher left the room, all of the students started crowding around my desk, asking me all sorts of questions. Like, what was Mitakihara city like, did I have any hobbies, or did I have any friends. They talked and talked, and it was getting on my nerves. I suddenly stood up, pushing my chair back suddenly, surprising those around my desk.

"If you'll all excuse me, I need to go get some lunch, as I didn't bring my own.", I said coldly to everyone.

I left the room without looking back. Neither did I go to the cafeteria for food. I went to the rooftop. I opened the door to the rooftop. No one was there. There was a high fence surrounding the perimeter of the roof, made of chain-links. I walk over to the far side of the roof and look out over parts of the city. I pull out the soul gem that I was given that morning by Kyubey. It wasn't too special. It made the shape of a faberge egg, sparkling a green color in the daytime sunlight.

"So, Usami-senpai might be coming here. I need to speak with her again. Tell her everything is all right. Tell her my feelings, and thank her for her help that time.", I say with a light heart.

I giggle a little bit and smile as I keep looking into my soul gem.

"Now, I can help her if she needs it, so that I don't have to be in her debt anymore.", I say as the bell rings, ending lunch time. I hurry back to class, as the soul gem turns back into a small ring on the middle finger of my left hand.

[size=12]OoC|| morning time, act two. ;u;)/

[size=14]W[/h]hen morning came, Menolly woke up to the smell of her sister's cooking. If there was one thing the silvery haired teen had missed, it was her sister's delicious cooking. She curled up in the warmth of her futon more and relaxed into memories of only a few years ago; waking up every Sunday to Yuiko's pancakes and going out to town every afternoon together. She smiled against her pillow and sat up slowly, stretching and peeking into the kitchenette. Her sister was humming softly as she cooked her pancakes.

Giggling, Menolly stood and tiptoed into the kitchen, humming along with her sister. Yuiko jumped, startled, and turned to glare at the younger of the two. "Menolly! Stupid... don't scare me like that. Go sit down! If you don't eat fast enough then you'll be late," she scolded, setting the plate of pancakes down on the table. Menolly snickered and sat down in her chair, folding her hands together and saying her prayer silently. "Thank you for breakfast, onee-chan," she smiled and began to eat, savouring the sweet taste of maple syrup and sweet cream. Yuiko chewed on a piece of toast and jam across from her and worked on a crossword puzzle. It really felt like home again...

"Thank you again for the meal!" Menolly said, running into the bathroom to quickly get changed. She spent a little longer that morning eating and chatting with her sister, so she needed to get ready a lot faster. Today was going to be a good day; she knew it. Yuiko made her breakfast, and she was going to hang out with Haruka after school! Fixing her hair into a side ponytail, Menolly hugged her sister and skipped out the door and on her way to school.

Yuiko giggled at her sister's upbeat mood and put the dirty dishes in the sink; looking over at the sofa, she noticed that Menolly forgot her bag... "Oh, shit," she cursed, "I should go give this to her..."