A/N: Just watched My-Hime/Otome. Posted at the Behest of Sheo Darren. My-HiME and Otome are property of Sunrise, Inc. My-Characters are mine. Har har.
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Glasses of juice, cola, or alcohol slammed against each other in a loud "KAMPAI!" inside the living room of Person With Many Aliases' home.
"Ai! I'm so happy you could come to this little party, Yuuki-chan." The mentally unstable Author crooned to his silent counterpart, who was dividing her time between sipping apple juice and chewing peanuts.
"It was the least I could do. Congratulations on yet another… 'successful' tour from Midnight Carnival." Yuuki wryly said under a thin, knowing smile
"Yeah, and for Haruhi finally getting drunk. Lightweight." Another sniped, as he leaned against Chloe with a glass of brandy in his hand.
"That's not funny, Colt!"
"You should be a bit more courteous, Jeremy." Chloe gently reminded, between massaging the larger man's temples. Colt just shrugged.
Mina Makijina shifted in her kneel beside Person, "I-I heard that you had some trouble on tour."
That seemed to set the SOS Brigade chief off, "Trouble!? We were attacked. In EVERY SINGLE CONCERT!"
The archer's eyes widened, "Really?"
Person grinned, "Really!"
Yuuki sighed, "You should really just pick better songs…"
"But my songs are good!"
"Remember that ninja village? That was probably where all the trouble started…" Colt groaned, recalling past memories.
Haruhi nodded vigorously, "And that Uminari city!"
Person rubbed his chin as he remembered each and every incident, when suddenly, "Hey, Colt! Remember that time we did the gig in that campus? Fuuka Academy or something?"
"Good god that was retarded…"
Haruhi's eyebrows furrowed, "I don't remember performing there."
Person nodded sagely, "You had a cold that time. But I remember that. It was the time we played that 'Rick Roll' song. And then the usual happened…"
Haruhi's face started to deadpan, "And who was it then…?"
Person grinned. Colt just sighed.
"If I remember, it was like this-"
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On the streets of Cairo, a TV exploded.
A car flattened.
A lamppost twisted out of shape.
Frightened civilians backed away, while a girl with wheat brown hair lay across the ground, a knife dug to the hit in her chest, blood pouring across her chest.
She managed a phlegmatic cough, "Natsuki…run… keep your distance…"
Down the empty road, a girl with blue hair in a biker suit stared down the taller man in the black coat.
A rip slashed down Kuga Natuski's cheek, flecking blood everywhere.
Jeremy Colt just sneered as he crossed his arms, "Is that all, Natsuki?"
Another car's hood was crushed beside Colt. A crater crippled the ground by Natsuki's feet.
"Is that all the power you have?"
Natsuki's eyes narrowed, "Bastard…"
Immediately, a wolf like figure emerged from the girl, howling "ORA!" repeatedly, fists ripping through the air at lightning speed. Colt let his teeth grind in arrogant delight.
"Why don't we see who's the fastest?"
From the black-clad man, a robotic figure flew out. Between either phantasm, large fists attempted to rocket by each other, clashing against the wall of punches.
Colt's eyes glinted for a second, as he snorted, "Not even remotely close… so slow, so LAME!"
The machine body broke through with a lightning fast punch, smashing into the defense the wolven form brought up, though the blow echoed back to it's master, Natuski, who then slid down the street from the force of the blow. As the biker HiME lowered her arms from her face-
"ZA WARUDO!"
A wave of energy washed over the world. Natuski, along with everything else, stopped in time.
"The time is frozen…"
As for Colt, he merely walked up to the statuesque opponent.
"This girl's a mystery… with her inferior level of Stand power, how she survived my attack is entirely beyond me."
On a mental command, the knight-like robot appeared before Colt, before ramming three bone shattering punches into the defenseless and senseless Natsuki, spilling blood from her frozen mouth as she floated askew awkwardly in mid-time.
With that, Colt turned around, smirking, "The grand finale was unexpectedly simple."
Natsuki was suddenly flying through the air, before smashing against a lamppost with enough force to bend it out of shape, before slumping down against the ground.
"The Kuga bloodline that has pestered me, the all powerful Colt, has finally come to an end." The man concluded, before walking away.
A grunt of pain behind him snapped him out of his reverie.
"What?!"
Natsuki slowly brought herself to her feet, muttering to herself, "I'm banged up alright… but I'm alive. What the hell… why did I survive again?"
"Natsuki… what did you do just now?" Colt coldly demanded.
The HiME just wiped the blood from her mouth in contempt.
"I asked you what did you do just now!? WHY ARE YOU ALIVE!?"
Natsuki gave a retorting smirk, "Don't know… but it looks like your Stand isn't as special as you think it is."
Colt choked in rage, "Hold your tongue… ZA WARUDO!"
Natsuki froze before she could even properly react. Instantly, Colt's robotic Stand appeared before the girl, smashing an uppercut right into her stomach. As Colt observed, his eyes widened in shock:
What?! But that is- Impossible!
Just faintly, the psychic could see silver paws crossed in front of Natsuki's stomach, which had taken the majority of the blow instead.
DURAN!?
Colt's Stand backed away immediately, preparing to land another blow. Before that happened Natsuki's wolf-like summon came out from the time-frozen girl to return a heavy punch into the robot, which could only feebly block with one arm in time. Even then the blow was enough to shatter a good portion of the machine's hand, causing Colt's own in turn to erupt in a series of bloody gashes, before the force of the blow sent him flying across the street into a butcher's shop.
Time flowed again. Natsuki flew into the top of the lamppost before slamming back to the ground, panting heavily in shock. As she stood she looked down at her gloved hands.
Without any conscious effort, Duran has been protecting me this entire time… for a second I'd swear I could see him move even though time was stopped…move!
Inside the ruined butchery, alongside knives that were buried in his flesh and scattered racks of meat, Colt leaned back up into a seated position, pondering, as wounds automatically healed and knives were plucked from his body.
"Interesting… Natsuki, her Duran, and mine, Robo-Ky are actually similar types of Stands…"
Colt disappeared from view. Natsuki gasped, until she heard Colt's voice again, from atop a lamppost, where the shadow of his hat covered everything except his glowing eyes.
"How very unexpected of Duran to come into my frozen world…"
Again, the man blinked out of view, reemerged standing on the railing of a balcony. Natsuki kept her eyes trained on him the entire time.
"You watched me from within the frozen time… not unlike a child first learning how to ride a bike. You'll get it no time. Hmph, after Nao revealed the secret of Robo-Ky, you were able to figure out the idea of time freeze, and then become aware of moving inside frozen time. I suppose your comrade's death was not wasted after all."
"You… killed Nao…" Was all the biker to growl out, hatred pouring into her more and more.
Colt's voice suddenly came from behind. Spinning around, Natsuki found him seated on the hood of a car, moving his foot idly as he pondered aloud.
"So now, I have to say to myself, just how many seconds are you able to move in frozen time? One second? Two seconds? Or maybe you can move around for five seconds like me and you're just pretending?"
Natsuki cursed inwardly, This is bad. He can move for five whole seconds. Just before it took everything I could to just move for an instant, I can't let him know that, it's not enough time for me to fight back-
"Well, I'm sure you don't want me to know about it, but judging from what I can see, you can probably move for no more than an instant at best."
Natsuki snorted.
"Still, you can move in frozen time, no matter how brief, and to approach you without caution is not something a wise person would do…"
Colt shifted his legs, and stood atop the car. Eyes darkly twinkled with ideas of all sorts.
"Ah but, Natsuki, regardless of that fact… I just thought of the perfect way to execute you!"
Reaching out from behind him, Colt unearthed dozens of knives clenched between his hands. Natsuki backed away, realizing in terror what was planned.
The psychic grinned from beyond his blades, "What's the matter! You seem a little pale! You realize that you're end will be much worse that Shizuru's!?"
Cursing, Natsuki had Duran appear crouched for just a second, before the biker was sent flying high into the air. Colt just looked, wildy sneering.
"A USELESS GESTURE! I HAVE YOU IN CHECKMATE! ZA WARUDO!"
Natsuki froze in mid-air.
Colt leapt onto a nearby rooftop next to the stilled figure.
"So, explain how you're going to get away from these knives, Natsuki!"
Blades were hurled through the air, before time slowed them down until they stopped just inches in front of the HiME.
"Heh, the fact you can see them makes it all the more terrifying!"
More and more knives stopped in the air, until a veritable wall of blades floated in front of Natsuki, merely waiting for time to continue and let them proceed in their trajectory.
Colt grinned, "If you don't do something about it now, you're going to have problems later…"
Natsuki grunted with effort, her body trying to fight against the physics of time itself, until the girl only managed to summon her wolf Stand, and with a cry, knocking a few blades away, before freezing completely again.
Several dozens more remained pointed. Colt smirked.
"Is that the best you can do? And thus we prove you can only move for an instant at a time… and that time's up."
Knives rocketed through the air. Duran howled and punched away.
"ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!"
Steel fists knocked away dozens of blades per second, but it could hardly stop them all, and easily six of them slammed into Natsuki's body, forcing blood out of her mouth as she began to fall from the air limply.
Colt lightly waved one more blade, "It's all over, but one more to be SURE!"
With that, Colt hurled his blade. On instinct, Natsuki threw out Duran one more time, blade ricocheting off the fist and ripping a line of red off Natsuki's head.
She fell into the streets of Cairo-
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"Hold up one goddamned minute-"
"Language, Jeremy."
"It DID NOT happen like that!"
Person waved dismissively, "I'm just adding a bit of drama into the story-"
"Drama! Where the hell did you come up with the ideas of me throwing knives and shit!? You idiot!"
"You're no fun… You should wait for the part with the Steamroller-"
Haruhi was beside herself, "Steamroller!?"
"Nevermind him, Haruhi. Person's just being retarded again." Colt coldly glared. The Canadian just beamed like nothing was happening.
"Well, at least those girls didn't catch a bad case of Master of Puppets, like you wanted, Colt!"
"Screw you. If you wanna play that way, remember that time you thought it was a good idea to have a concert in Windbloom because it was the Queen's birthday?"
Haruhi apparently did, as her face began to eat hand with a hearty moan. Yuuki gave a smarting look.
"And what happened there?'
"This idiot here decided he wanted to do happy songs. We ended up doing a lot of Jamiroquai songs, and guess who decided to get one of them stuck in her head? Of course, her royal highness. Of course, we might have been able to solve this simply, but guess what happens?"
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"Madness? THIS. IS. WINDBLOOM!"
The child-queen planted her foot into Person's shin.
"Aie! That hurt!"
Mashiro scoffed and folded her arms, "I should have built a pit for the castle…"
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"…That's it?"
"I don't tell stupid stories like Person. He was in prison until we had to bail his stupid ass out."
Yuuki smirked, "Really? I thought father told me about how 666-lives liked to share afterglow stories with Chloe about-"
"Those aren't stupid." Colt blurted out.
Everyone found the opening to finally laugh at his expense. His hat did a great job about hiding a reddening face.
Suzumiya Haruhi remembered something suddenly, "Hey, I wasn't able to perform at the Fuuka concert, right? But I still met this totally cool pair on my spare time..."
"Oh." Colt could only deadpan, before taking another swig of brandy.
"Yeah, because one of them was this really cool robot, and she really was protective of this little girl, and I was thinking this would make a really cool movie!"
"Oh."
"Now, if that blondy, goaty looking girl was about a teenager… and maybe a bit bustier… and maybe a bit of punkish…"
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Terminator model C-017, "Jeremiah", conveniently disguised as a police officer, scoured through Northridge mall, asking various children:
"Do you know Alyssa Searrs?"
"Naw."
Somewhere down below, the Multiple Intelligencial Yggdrasil Unit silently roamed the mall lobby, a box of roses tucked under the arms of her heavy leather clothing. All the while, C-017 scoured a game arcade. Stopping a passing red-headed girl, he asked.
"Have you seen this guy?"
"…Never."
They parted. Nao took a cautious look behind her before quickly pacing toward a jet-fighter simulator, inside a real teen rebel played away, armed with ragged shocks of golden hair and rumpled clothes from sleeping in them for too long.
"Hey, 'lyssa!"
"Not now-"
"'lyssa! There's some cop scooping for you! Check it out!"
That got Alyssa's attention. Carefully peering over the shoulder of her buddy who covered her, she noticed with, growing apprehension, the sight of a pimply teen male pointing in her direction. The officer that interviewed him quickly began to march forward.
"Go! Just go!" Nao quietly hissed. Alyssa tumbled out of the game cabinet, throwing her nylon backpack onto her shoulders. Noticing golden hair slipping out the unauthorized backdoor, Jeremiah began to move as if possessed, shoving people out of the way without notice of their complaints as he quickly followed. All the while, Alyssa scrabbled down the white hallways inside the mall. Rounding a corner, she noticed an exit that led back to the shopping area. She pounced at the door.
A woman with blue hair and black leather and sunglasses slammed through. She took one look at Alyssa before reaching into her box of roses.
Buds fluttered into the air as a Remington Lever-Action shotgun was cocked.
Alyssa's world stopped.
Oh god, this can't be real.
Throwing herself back into the last hallway, the blonde quickly tried one door. Locked. She tried to race to the next.
By then, the cop was already in the hallway behind her mechanically reaching for his berretta. On the other side of her, the woman with the shotgun pointed.
OhgodohgodohgodI'mgunnadie-
"Get down."
That simple command seemed the world the Alyssa and she dropped to the linoleum tiling, thunder fall flying over her head.
Jeremiah staggered back, purple blade-like extensions ripping out from the point of impact. Quickly, the faux officer regained himself, bringing his small arms to bear. While Alyssa tried to scramble away from this nightmare, the woman simply picked her up by the middle and swung her around so that her heavy leather body was between Alyssa and the policeman.
Alyssa screamed as she felt 9mm bullets rip into the woman's back that was protecting her. For an eternity, bullets flew, when all of a sudden the woman slammed her arm-
SHE'S STILL ALIVE?!
-into the locked door, jarring it open and throwing Alyssa inside.
C-017 quickly let the magazine drop from his gun while he procured a new one and began to fire. The woman simply turned around and began to walk forward and fire. One. Twice. Thrice.
Jeremiah rocked back and forth as six slugs planted themselves into his chest, sending purple spike everywhere, until the last sent him completely onto his back, unmoving. During the lull, the woman began to quickly reach into her pocket to slide new shells into her gun's internal magazine. Alyssa hesitantly peered out from her cover.
The blades on the officer's chest began to recede, until the violet surface reverted into a completely unaffected torso. Jeremiah jumped onto his feet and grabbed the leather-clad woman's gun. She jerked to try and let it loose. He didn't let go.
In that instant, between their cold faces, entire words were exchanged inaudibly.
I am C-017 my mission is to eliminate Alyssa Searrs. I am MIYU my mission is to protect Alyssa Searrs. We are at an impasse. I will defeat you and kill Alyssa Searrs. I will defeat you and protect Alyssa Searrs.
Miyu quickly grabbed C-017 by the shoulders, throwing him into one wall and another, before he returned with double the force, shattering concrete and sending them both tumbling through a plaster wall.
In this lull, Alyssa quickly scrambled for the doors, dashing for the car park.
All the while, Miyu was thrown against a rack of clothing of the shop they found themselves in, the sound of aluminum tumbling across carpet, before Jeremiah hauled the woman up and swung her into the outer glass displays, sending shards crashing everywhere along with noises of horrified shoppers. With his opponent momentarily incapacitated, C-017 headed back and quickly down the stairwell.
"Come on! Come on!" Alyssa screamed to her small dirt bike, the engine refusing to start up with her kicks. Horror growing on her, she found the familiar form of the police… assassin… whatever he was, slamming through the doors.
"Come ON!"
The rumble of the engine started. Alyssa sped away. Jeremiah was not stopped by such a sight, and only began to rush after her silently, coldly, deadly Olympic strength that seemed to have no trouble keeping up right behind the girl on the bike. Even as Alyssa hopped over a hedge barrier, Jeremiah simply kept up. But as she turned a corner, she found herself on the main streets, quickly gaining ground, even if she risked nearly getting flattened by a tow truck.
"God damnit! Watch where yer going, punk!" The truck driver swore to himself. It was too late for him to notice when a pair of hands threw him out the open door.
C-017 slammed the door shut behind him, switched gears and slammed down on the gas.
Behind him, a heavyset Harley Davidson Fat Boy rolled onto the streets, Miyu seated on it.
Alyssa jerked her head behind her at the sound of screeching tires. Her racing heart only picked up speed as she saw the large truck smash cars out of the way.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod-
Swerving sharply, too sharp even for a truck to handle, Alyssa disappeared down a ramp into a storm canal, littered only by fetid water and dried out scrap.
Nothing followed. Sensing a passing danger, Alyssa slowly came to a halt, until she passed a bridge. She looked behind.
Nothing.
Then a sound of shrieking horns. Alyssa's eyes widened.
A tow truck flew over the bridge and dived into the canal, shaking sparks loose, buckling grills and fenders, and continuing on.
Jeremiah coldly drove on.
Up above, Miyu followed the pursuit, watching the large truck bounce from one side of the canal to the other, sending screeches and sparks everywhere as it chased the blonde girl on the miniscule bike. As she closed in, she pulled out her Remington and fire, ripping a pair of large holes alongside the hull of the tow truck, though the damage was inconsequential, and the vehicle surged on. Firing a third time, a lock at the end of the road Miyu was on exploded, letting her pass across the deserted intersection of one street and back onto the canal path.
Down below, Alyssa raced on furiously past rusted out wreckage of cars and shopping carts that were left abandoned on the canal and subsequently flattened by the monstrous black tow truck. Up ahead, a low bridge waned in the distance, and Alyssa kicked down the gas, sending her rocketing past.
C-017 seemed to have no issues with it, even as the truck smashed into the low bridge, shaving the roof of the cabin off into scrap metal and orange plastic.
Alyssa turned around to check whether the driver had been taken out from that.
Jeremiah just swung up into view, pushing a shattered pane out of the way. Trying to gun the engine further, Alyssa reeled in horror as she found her bike was already giving her all, while the truck continued to gain speed.
No…
The truck's fender bumped into Alyssa's bike forcefully jerking her forward with a yelp. Jeremiah tried again, hoping to topple the girl's ride and send her under the truck's wheels.
Somewhere behind the truck, bike threw itself off the side of the canal and into it, sending sparks everywhere.
The faux officer turned back to see Miyu approaching. Taking action, Jeremiah swerved from side to side to match Miyu, doing whatever he could to prevent her from passing. At last minute, the Harley Davidson rushed past the tow truck before it was flattened between it and the concrete walling. Coming up alongside Alyssa, Miyu handily plucked the surprised girl from her own bike and depositing it on her own, letting the small dirt runner get crushed under the heavy wheels of their pursuer.
Pulling out her shotgun, Miyu pointed back and fired once. The front tire of the tow truck exploded into a mess of black rubber, leaving Jeremiah to flounder for control while Miyu and Alyssa passed a division in the canal.
C-017 slammed on the brakes to no avail. The truck smashed itself into the concrete divider, twisting the vehicle out of shape.
In the lull, a sparking wire caught onto the leaking tank of diesel.
Miyu and Alyssa drove away from an exploding truck, before sliding to a halt to confirm the damage.
Catiously, Miyu threw up her shotgun to aim at an emerging figure.
The burning tire faltered for a few seconds, before dropping onto its side.
Apparently satisfied, Miyu holstered her weapon and drove away with her charge.
Amidst the flaming wreckage a violet figure walked out, tendrils floating from its nearly human body.
Colors of flesh and police uniform returned, and Jeremiah just looked on, before moving.
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"Well, what do you think? Pretty good, huh?" Haruhi smirked.
Yuuki hummed something under her breath.
"Hey! Devil Child! You better fund me for this movie, since you're so rich anyways!"
"I'll settle a meeting about it…"
Person scratched his head, "Actually come to think of it, you reminded me of something, Haruhi…"
"Really?"
"Really. Remember when we were in Windbloom… remember that girl… Tomoe? You know, that one with the baby fetish."
"Ugh..." Colt visibly shivered.
"Well, I was just thinking that suit of hers… you know how it turns in a plane mode or something?"
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The searing red laser just managed to miss Tomoe's form, though it ripped off the missile rack in a blaze of glory. The girl cursed in her mind.
Damnit, at this rate I'll have to take the Limiters off…
A voice garbled into Tomoe's headset as she dodged around in the night sky, trying to get a fix on her automated foe.
"Tomoe, how're doing!?"
"Great. Just great… you know… I never got to say sorry…"
"…What?"
"Look, I've got to go, but before I do, I want to propose a toast, to our reunion since seven years ago!"
"Tomoe… wait- Tomoe! Don't tell me you're-"
The Valkyrie cut the conversation off, now completely devoted to this last action. Putting a shield up, Tomoe managed to repel several blasts before a series of explosions left her crippled and falling into a narrow ravine.
In the darkness, her enemy, the X-9 Ghost flew upward, apparently victorious.
Tomoe smirked.
In moments, her battered suit ejected its broken limbs and sent her flying up in her vehicular set-up.
BODILY SAFETY LIMITERS OFF?CONFIRM?
CONFIRMED
The thrusters on her suit opened up a hundred times, and Tomoe could feel the stress of gravity push on her immediately as rocketed out of the ravine and was now chasing the computerized ship move for move, dashing crazily about each other to try and gain the upper hand.
On the Ghost, a bay opened up, releasing an immense payload of homing miniature missiles. The Valkyrie flew forward and continued to crazily spin and dash about each salvo, even though she could feel her own organs beginning to flatten painfully.
As the last of the missiles disappeared behind her, Tomoe summoned her targeting HUD, tracking the escaping Ghost as the pair dueled in the air, faster, faster, faster until they were nothing more than a pair of sentient comets leaving contrails behind as they began to burn their own bodies.
Faster. Faster.
Tomoe could feel her cheek pull away to reveal gritted teeth, skin flatten to reveal stressed veins as G-forces piled on one after the next as she chased the Ghost.
Faster. FASTER.
Tomoe screamed as she felt her eyes explode into a spray of blood, but she could still see with the cameras feeding images directly into her mind. She held what life she could as she swooped in for the kill.
Tomoe's coughed blood onto her HUD.
The Valkyrie dove low and swung up, spearing past the Ghost as it fell from the sky flaming.
And Tomoe saw the blackness of space before she saw nothing at all, a burned corpse floating into the dark-
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Colt grunted, "That's depressing."
"GULD! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN THAT SHIP OF YOURS!?" Person bawled.
Yuuki sipped her tea. As the night wore on and drinks were becoming more and more depleted, tea leaves started to become a staple drink in the mini party.
"Person, you have both the YF-21 and the YF-22. There's nothing to complain about." Yuuki artfully noted.
"…Oh."
Haruhi snorted in disdain. Somehow she was taught by this man.
"Actually, what you told me about certain denizens of Windbloom caught my attention." Yuuki suddenly said. Everyone turned to the girl with confusion.
"About you told me about that Arika and that Nina."
Colt shrugged, "What about them?"
"They both wield swords at one point or another, correct? An interesting image just entered my head, then-"
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"It's been a long time… Arika."
One Winged Angel: Advent started playing, while the brunette looked on in shock as her Sword of Akatsuki had been stopped by a startling familiar black blade.
Orange eyes glared up at the blue Otome, before a sword swing sent her flying up into the air. Spinning into control, Arika landed on a portion of the castle, while a black form with wings fluttered up past her and onto a higher rampart.
The Sword of Miroku idly held in a black hand, Nina made a faint murmur of amusement at her observation of Arika, while her black wings fluttered in the wind.
"Oh? You lost the geostigma? How disappointing."
"What… what are you planning!?" Arika shouted up to the Nina.
Fangs bared in a wicked grin, "The spirits of the deceased who carried the geostigma will flow around the planet with the Harmonium and eventually devour this land. What I'm planning to do, Arika… is to use this world as a chip to travel the dark void of the universe, just like Father did a long time ago…"
Nina's hand rose into the air, and a gesture brought clouds together in an unnatural building storm.
"…and we will eventually create a new world… imagine all the possibilities of the sparkling future in that place, Arika."
Arika's features darkened as she gripped her blade, "And what will happen to the people right now?"
"Who knows? That's up to you… Arika."
The two Otome flew each other. Under the darkening sky, their blades crashed.
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"Oi, Yuuki, if Nina ever heard that, she'd be angry."
"It's not like anybody over there has ever watched Final Fantasy."
Everybody hummed in thought at that.
Person clucked his tongue, "I wonder, with all those girls at Fuuka having color coded superpowers, did any of them try forming a Super Sentai squad?"
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Thirteen different people sneezed at once.
They looked at each other oddly.