Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Kazumi recalled all these words to herself, chanting them like an unmovable sutra. Pollon, the witch, was still frozen in place, as if… as if anticipating their next attack, but she knew she had to be careful. As Homura brought the victims and Mami one by one outside the wide arena, a cough escaped her.
"!"
She exerted all her strength in her feet and rolled to the left. Without warning, Pollon's magical girl form would have kicked her face with the force of a hundred bulls, if she had not dodged it. She instinctively sprung upward and backward with her left hand. As if as fast as bullet, Pollon, the witch, would have completely engulfed her whole, if not for her killer instincts. Two… three… and four strikes - they kept on attacking Kazumi with physical attacks with an endless barrage of kicks and punches, pushing Kazumi to use her cross staff to defend.
"Homura-chan!"
With eyes focused on Pollon's witch form, Homura had slashed away part of her cloak with the speed of a bullet, traces of the light saber's faint light quickly fading.
"Is Mami-" Before Kazumi could say any more, Pollon's magi form flying ax kick had almost reached her frail head, had she not stepped backward.
"Yes, I already had moved everyone to Angel's 'clinic'."
A straight horizontal slash pierced the girl's figure, but it just passed through as if it was an illusion.
"Cli-"
Kazumi would have asked her, but now couldn't the time. She pointed the tip of her staff at Pollon, and started concentrating her power in its tip. Responding to her master's concentration, the gem in her staff responded with a bright red-pink light, followed by a pointed magical circle. At the same time, the same magical circle expanded around her, and a wild wind followed up, fluttering her long black hair.
Pollon's magical form instantly appeared right in front and tried to deliver a straight knuckle punch, only to get blocked by a strange white barrier. A kick quickly followed. Two kicks, three kicks, four kicks, with no effect, simply served to send ripples throughout this transparent barrier.
Pollon uttered unconceivable words of curses, before proceeding to ram her mask straight at Kazumi's staff. Sparks ricochet from the somehow transparent barrier, giving it off a partially spherical façade. But, as expected, Pollon angrily bashed her head at the barrier yet again, giving it another faint crack. Taking things to the extreme, and, as if rather oblivious to the fact that it seemed impossible to penetrate her, the snow white girl, yet again, delivered a vain, yet powerful punch, right towards the staff, sending a poltergeist-like quake throughout the arena.
"GO!"
Both Kazumi and Homura's respective signals proclaimed the end. Homura threw the bomb up in the air, and quickly dissipated; Kazumi's bright ruby eyes shone and glittered, and, as if satisfied with the time, she finally aimed the staff at the bomb.
Limiti…
Kazumi's pitch was low.
Externi…
Kazumi's declarative voice pierced the heavens, finally releasing the power of the hope she had placed in her hands.
Infiniti!
Without a sound, Homura could only watch from afar as the entire building shone with a bright white light, outshining the sun. However, as she expected, the dark hole, forming at the sky, seemed to absorb everything on sight, including the insanely powerful beam. Within this beautiful, yet blinding sight, specks of the witches' remains slowly disintegrate into the bright light, while the body it had formed remained still.
"As I expected of Kazumi…"
Homura … slowly grinned, and with it, a drop of tear fell from her cheek to the ground. Her left hand pressed a button, and placing the object (?) near her dry lips, she started speaking in a rather monotonous tone.
"Proceeding to the Final Phase of Plan A. Ending Phase 2 of Plan A." Homura recorded in a strangely plain white audio recorder. "Confirming existence of Plan B. Date: May, 04 2011 approximately 05:30 pm…or is it 6:00 pm?"
Homura frowned.
"I... hope Plan B… didn't have to exist." Homura muttered at the recorder. "… however, if Plan B does exist, then… then…"
The fainting light served to stop Homura from saying any more.
"… End."
Homura muttered in resignation, pressing the Stop Button.
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Episode 12
"That one remaining hope is enough."
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"Did… I…?"
Rubble fell through the now empty sky as faint, powered dust. The sky, which had now fully returned to a plain grey, reflected nothing of the girl Kazumi's expressions. Kazumi wanted to fully confirm the notion herself, as she continued to hold onto "Pollon's magical girl body", which she had left unscathed in the blast. She took out her Soul Gem, which had returned to her earrings, and stared at it for a few precious moments.
"A clear red…"
She slowly levitated downward, just noticing how she was practically floating in air. She wasn't sure herself, but…
"Have… I… finally… done it?"
Kazumi's cheeks flushed, staring back at the girl in her hands, whose clothes have apparently disintegrated. She was rather petite for a girl, almost having the same height as her. Her face reflected the beauty of a magical Snow White, while her silky hair merely reflected the same, if not physically so – a snow white color. However, her pale, faint expression still remained. Could it be that she was really like this? Kazumi shrugged as she checked the final piece she had been hoping for: the gem in her belly.
"No… way…"
Kazumi couldn't believe her eyes.
"That Grief Seed… is pure white!"
A certain someone said what she would have said.
"Oriko?"
Far from the duo, but just before the large clearing that was once a skyscraper, Homura displayed a mix of unprecedented surprise and doubt at the figure in her eyes. While they have already ceased being enemies and became one of the key person behind one of the schema, she still casted shadows of doubt over the unpredictable being.
"Ara~" Oriko took the first speech. "Homura-san… are you that conservative to place the entire world in a 12-year-old child?"
Homura's face remained unfazed.
"It's not like I don't have a plan, and, as always, you'll always be there to be 'against me', even though you're 'with me' on my plan," Homura started walking towards the still flabbergasted Kazumi. "Tell me, Oriko… have you thought for once that I would kill Kriemhild Gretchen?"
"No," Oriko giggled. "Not once."
Kazumi continued to gaze her eyes at the two, who were now approaching her, and at the Grief Seed, which had turned totally white. The symbol of the falling diamond star, usuriously prized as the mark of the magical girl, still rested peacefully at its top. However, the once pointy bottom it once had has now long been gone, but instead somehow split into four corners which had been bent to the point that it intersected again somewhere near at the neck near the mark. But, most importantly, the Grief Seed glowed with a particularly pulsing beat, as if it was alive. Without a single warning, Homura suddenly put out her hand and materialized her Soul Gem.
"Oriko." Homura's tone seemed to change. "Can you take out your Soul Gem?"
Oriko reluctantly nodded.
Kazumi, pretending to understand a pinch of what was going on, reached out the white Grief Seed at the two's Soul Gems. As the two Soul Gems were placed side-by-side along the Grief Seed, dark energy began to seep out of the Grief Seed into the Soul Gems. This dark energy, most likely the left over despair from the witch Pollon, followed their usual path of Upper to Lower storage, making their way to the two's Soul Gems. Oriko's Soul Gem was tainted with a considerably faint dark tint (not really enough to even materialize despair inside it), while Homura's seem to have not changed at all, most likely because of the game-breaking amount of magical potential that she had.
"Impressive," Oriko nodded. "So you mean… that… "
"Like water," Homura explained. "Despair flows from the one with the higher amount of 'hope' to one with less. Just by this, you should already know what happens next."
Kazumi felt the pulse increasing inside the Grief Seed. Cracks from several of the Grief Seed's edges had traversed its way, creating even more cracks into the delicate frame. Within the next moment, this frame had exploded, yet the so-called "Hope" inside it remained. Instead, it formed a new Gem, and materialized itself as a small round marble inside it. The marble quickly grew in size; the unnecessarily nervous Kazumi merely flinched, but continued to hold the Gem otherwise. With eyes still fixed on the Soul Gem, Kazumi's pupils reflected almost the same white light it had emitted, almost letting Kazumi gain an eye color change to something that of a very light red. The dust finally faded on the object, which had now fully grown and turned into a new Soul Gem, and a very healthy one at that.
There was only one conclusion anyone could reach: Kazumi was definitely astonished.
"Kazumi's attack…" Homura noted. "Doesn't just kill witches. It changes them back."
"So does it mean that Kazumi's ultimate attack: Limiti Externi Infiniti, as a Type-2," Oriko placed her hand in her chin, trying to understand. "is a Grief Seed-powered beam that has more loaded room for 'despair' (this is using it as something like water) than the any Grief Seed. This causes despair to flow from the Seed to the Beam, producing this."
Oriko's hand reached for the slot in her belly, magically placing the Soul Gem within. With a bright, yet faint white light, the girl's clothes changed. With no time to settle here, and to relocate the now-waking-up victims, they quietly left the stage to the clinic just around the western block. Kazumi settled for a calming smile, while Homura's expression still reflected emptiness, reflected somewhat by her eyes. Oriko's snapping finger was the next one who pierced the silence, signaling the hidden Kirika to go ahead in front of them through the wide mix of skyscrapers and houses.
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30 minutes had passed since the event. Angel had been working double time for the past 20 minutes, as the victims coming from the raids escalate to a maximum. Within minutes, Kaoru, Umika, and Kazumi are "forced" to help out; in reality, however, it was nothing but forced: everyone knew that they were here because they wanted to, not because someone forced them to. While on the next corner, Homura and Oriko plan out the next phases of the plan to assault Kriemhild Gretchen. Others from the leading committee, with the exception of the always busy Zhao, have made their way to the conspicuous building they had set to be the Magical Girl Hospital. Their decision regarding the matter was a little bit harsh though, for Michelle that is. They could have easily chosen a better building, yet Homura personally chose this place as Angel's base of operations. Several images of a satisfied Angel flashed through her mind.
"She hasn't woken up."
Umika sighed in retreat. The girl that Kazumi had recovered still lay in a bed, her vital signs stable. Unfortunately, for anyone, no have any prior experience in medical situations like this. Angel only dealt with physical and magical-girl related injuries, not something advanced like comas. Homura could have helped, if she could have convinced her that it was important and activate her ability – something, for someone like her, would be virtually impossible. She lazily reached for a vending machine, and pulled out a Coke, drinking it with an unsatisfied stare.
"The others haven't come back yet."
Kaoru moaned. According to the plan, the other members of the Pleiades Saints should have showed up already from the Expeditions. It was a worrisome scene, as the number of victims escalates. Just how strong are the witches now?
"Eh?!"
Kazumi placed a towel aside after noticing the girl. Her eyes seemed to have twitched.
"Is she…" Kaoru first responded with a doubtful look.
"None…"
"She seems to have nightmares," Angel just came through the corridor and deduced. She had brought several water-like plastic bags, and placed them somewhere on a post. It was connected to a long tube with a pin at the end. "This should help her nutrition."
"Kaoru-chan…" Kazumi felt strong enough to talk again. "About the others…"
"I'm pretty worried." Koaru responded. "They said they'll be there."
"It's a pitiful situation at the frontlines, really…" Umika said. "It was just around 3 or 4 hours when we started the massive witch hunting… and this already occurred."
"It's all to get them Grief Seeds," Michelle came in. "We can't start the expedition to Japan without them, after all…"
Kazumi raised an eyebrow.
"To Japan…?"
Michelle face palmed, "Okay, who the hell didn't even bother to tell the kid what we're up against?!"
It took a few seconds, before Kaoru and Umika reluctantly raised their hands.
"You could count Homura, Zhao, Kyouko, Mami, Sayaka, Kyouko, and me as well…" Angel grinned. "…and then there's you."
"Fine," Michelle brushed aside her anger… for now. "There's one thing you need to know, and that's that girl's past."
Michelle pointed to the girl beyond the hallway, collaborating with Mami over at the entrance. A strange aura flowed within both the girls, something she might have not comprehended at all. She couldn't hear their conversation (not that she should), but it was obvious that Homura and Mami had been busy all this time. The wounds from Homura's bullet shot had already disappeared, and so was the remaining wounds she had incurred during the fight with Pollon. While Mami retained a worrisome look with Homura, Sayaka came in from the door, with a rather alarming look on her face. Her eyes revolved back to Michelle.
"… That girl … like you," Michelle breathed in. "… wants to save her dearest friend, now the greatest witch in history, and the witch responsible for everything that has happened so far, including the fact that we're in America."
Kazumi gazed back at the gang.
"Eh," Kazumi blinked. "They disappeared."
"Wait… was that…" Kaoru asked. "Sayaka…?"
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"Sayaka…?"
Mami was the first to slap the girl in the face. She didn't flinch at all, but rather looked at her with confused eyes.
"Where… am … I?"
Homura didn't flinch. However…
"Eh?!" The flabbergasted Mami looked straight at the girl, then back at Homura again. "Oi… Sayaka…!"
"I think it would be even more awkward continuing this conversation." Homura said. "Where were you?"
"I…" Sayaka's head ached. "… don't know…"
"Haaa?"
"No time for unprecedented reactions, Mami-chan."
"No no no no no…" Mami waved her hands back and forth. "… no one just simply forgets things without reason."
Sayaka worriedly looked around her. The partially wide streets obviously did not reflect that of Japan. The bright orange sky reflecting the barely visible sunset did not reflect that of Japan at all, nor did the endless array of skyscrapers, nor the seemingly empty field just ahead of this block. Homura was never this … full of emotion, nor was Mami taking things too cheerfully, not at the time like she last remembered. She has never met this girl. She respired and resolved herself with a sigh.
"Ok," Homura, noticing Mami to have composed herself, finally continued. "Sayaka… tell me what you know…"
"…err…"
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"That's the gist of it."
Michelle ended her long speech. Angel had already finished wiping the still unconscious girl's entire body down to the feet, and went over inserting the needle from the dextrose to the arm. Umika and Kaoru expressed feelings of sympathy, staring back at the girl outside the building. Kazumi couldn't even bring back the mood back up, who couldn't help but say one thing:
"I didn't know Homura went through such a situation."
"No one did. And…" Michelle headed back towards the hallways. "… no one will ever do."
Michelle and Angel finally left, leaving behind the 3 girls in an awkward silence. Umika reached for a glass of water, down at a corner, and drunk it, taking with it her guilt at the 4 busy days that had ravaged their lives and the world. Kaoru herself couldn't form a sentence to break the silence, simply staring back at the two repeated. Finally, as if bored, Kazumi stomped the ground.
"Why are we supposed to be like this? Didn't I do the impossible, and finally undermine the puella magi system? Didn't the Pleiades Saints already undermine the puella magi system by creating me?" Kazumi's tears inevitably fell to the ground. "And didn't Homura-chan do the impossible, and brought all of these puella magi?"
The two couldn't find the timing to respond.
"… and didn't all of us survive? Didn't Nico, Mirai, Saotomi, and the others survive…? Didn't Kanna survive?"
Kazumi had finally broke down in tears. She was still a child, after all, in spite of being a magical girl… and a witch turned magical girl, witch, and vice versa.
"Y…you're right."
Umika nodded.
"We shouldn't look back at the past… but at the future…"
Kaoru confirmed.
"After the strike teams return and the others come back," Kaoru said. "We'll most likely head towards Japan… and face her. And use our one remaining hope – you."
Kazumi wiped her tears, and happily nodded.
"When that time comes…" Kazumi's staff materialized, and dearly grabbed onto it with her two hands. "… I won't hesitate anymore."
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"I've already contacted Kyouko-san: they're having a hard time especially particularly a witch with similar powers to Pollon…"
"… that's … just insane."
"I might just have to go there myself."
Just outside the "clinic" outside the magical barrier, Homura, Sayaka, and Mami had been discussing the various events that had happened so far, starting from the first day. With only around a thousand magical girls equipped for the fight against a colossal witch such as Kriemhild Gretchen, they simply can't afford any casualties. Homura's cold eyes didn't help in sympathizing with the status of the raid teams either.
"Your team seems to be earlier, Sayaka-chan." Homura noticed that fact.
"I guess I was lucky."
"I can't imagine that being the case: so many witches spawning and all…" Homura sighed.
"I'm not going talk about it: this is some stressful work you know…" Sayaka noted. "Considering how a witch could easily rampage throughout our so-called base of operations, I'm tempted for my entire team to stay here and guard. (I can't really call it my own when I can't remember.) Then again, you seem to handle witches better than I had initially thought. No… you can handle ANY witch waaay better than any of us, ever."
"We should help Kyouko's split team." Mami interrupted, taking out a map that spawned several areas beyond San Francisco into the wilderness.
The two nodded in response, taking a pen out of her shield and marking several of the locations of the current teams. Homura's usually reliable Intel showed that, currently, Kyouko's A team would be somewhere around the southern towns: one of which, around 10 kilometers or so from the city, had been one of the civilian's bunkers since the events of what-anyone-can call-yesterday's national upheaval.
"Alright… let's go!"
Sayaka mindlessly walked away. However, a familiar hand reached for her cape.
"Don't go off like that!" Mami exclaimed.
"…She's right."
"Eeeh…! B-B-Besides…" Sayaka bitterly smiled. "…maybe I can recover my memory if I battle some witches, right?"
"No." "Nope."
With Homura and Mami taking the judgment, Sayaka's wails have been silenced.
"It's better not to be too careless and plan ahead." Homura expanded. "The area within these perimeters is heavily supported by several tanks and missile launchers. It would be simply suicide to go through that barricade without an appropriate plan, especially as the most of these men were ordered to fire at every single thing that comes through it."
"Eh?" Sayaka shrugged. "Since when did the military go ballistic?"
Homura noted.
"It's been like this since Oriko's announcement." Homura noted. "… because of her, she has put the UN on hold, the US and Russia on a strict martial law. Within days, the entire western coastline of the USA has been largely evacuated, and thus giving us the freedom to operate this forsaken city under our command."
"Well," Mami commented. "I was pretty much against the notion, but Oriko was rather… unique. She preferred the entire world taking up arms in fear rather than silently succumb to the witch. "
"… I see…"
Sayaka mumbled, staring at the large coastline that Homura had laid out, complete with detailed information about the current teams and their location. She placidly glanced at the two's figures, and then at the orange sky, which had gradually dissipated into the darkness.
"Everyone's moved on already… and in such a short time."
Sayaka had finally chewed on his disconcert, giving a resolved sigh.
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"Oriko-san!"
A certainly furious Kirika nearly tripped on a rock as she rushed towards her affectionate lover.
Oriko chortled, "Fufu, it seems a certain someone is jealous again…"
"B-B-But…" Words seem useless in this state. "I don't wanna believe you'll still be trusting in those thugs!"
Patting the naïve girl's head, Oriko turned around back at the clinic, without the fear of heights which she had already suppressed long ago. With a face full of compassion, she studied Kirika's oblivious expression, which had been the mix of an inevitable boredom and fuzzy furiousness. A sigh escaped her.
"I didn't say we simply trusted Homura, didn't we?" Oriko smiled. "Kirika-chan, you have much to learn… about this world, about what is important, and most certainly about how can you carry on my will and save this world."
It had been already obvious from the start: Kirika was, in fact, a lone girl, who had sought solace in her, while she herself, trapped in her own vicious past, had clung to her without herself noticing it. It was no exaggeration to say that she had grown accustomed to the cheerful yet naïve yet kind girl. It still wouldn't be enough exaggeration to say that she liked her presence. Is it love? A sisterly love? A forbidden love? Kirika didn't know the real difference, did she? No, it's more accurate to say that she loved her, but it was a one-way ticket to certain destruction – something that she herself cannot allow. But, in spite of that, that girl… cannot be replaced.
"… you can't be replaced Kirika," Oriko softly whispered. "… and as long as that fact holds true, I'll always be by your side – so trust me."
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Kirika Kure
Weapon
Curved Claws
Nationality
Japanese
Specialty
Slow down anyone and potentially change a person's personality
Description
Described the most as a moody, rash, often bi-polar girl, sometimes worrisome when it comes to Oriko and her actions, more often than not loyal, and most often distrustful of anyone other than Oriko, Kirika Kure was (or is) a mentally unstable magical girl, driven by nativity and "love". She has a rather short black hair, much like Sayaka in a sense, although her back side is a lot more cut than her. She has a rather tall complexion, as tall as Oriko herself, coupled with a canine-like tooth that gives her a rather outgoing aura. Her magical form, quite similarly is the essence of her soul, which both reflects her ability to do anything for Oriko, including killing anyone in her way. She wears a rather large black eye patch that covers her right eye, while her left eye turns a canine-looking red, orange, or yellow, depending on her mood. She wears a loose black coat, which covers her white polo with ridiculously long sleeves that cover her entire hand, coupled with a white mini-skirt and black underskirt, as a nice complement to Oriko's magical girl form.
History serves that she was, before, a loyal, cheerful girl, who became entirely antisocial, timid and quiet after being betrayed by her best friend. It was around 6 months ago when, later, she met Oriko, so, wanting to be more worthy of her attention, Kirika made a simple wish for Kyubey: to grant her a more outgoing personality. Her current personality is the result of her wish, which was to "change" herself. Consequently, her wish magic involves changing people to become slow, depending on the situation. However, Oriko, after studying her wish, had predicted that Kirika had the potential to do more. Rather, Oriko proposed that she had the ability to change people's entire personality, including herself – which is, most likely, the reason of her rather bi-polar personality. She claims to have something like "love" for Oriko and is willing to do anything for her, something Homura often denies, much to her annoyance. In the end, she has gotten over most of her bi-polar personality, and assumes a worrywart stance to any of Oriko's actions, and often assumes the guard duty whenever she is in trouble, or when anyone threatens her. In spite of this, however, one must be cautious whenever her eye color changes.
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"ne…"
Kirika had calmed down, and clammed at Oriko's chest.
"… what if… everything… was…" Kirika's voice was shaking. "… just something we had monotonously repeated…"
Oriko's eyes widened for a second, before responding with a clear voice.
"Even if that's the case," Oriko's fist made her way into her chest. "Someone's feelings… are and will always be unique."
"An excellent answer, Oriko-san."
Oriko shot a glance of a suspiciously moving shadow. The shadow somehow assimilated itself into the nearby water tower. Kirika growled, swiftly kneeling towards the ground and formed a large magical circle.
"Who are you?" Oriko's declarative voice pierced the heavens.
"I'm not important…"
The shadow shifted to the shadow of a second water tower, and through the pipes connected to it.
"Have you pieced the puzzle yet?"
"No," Oriko's created vines, and out of nowhere blasted away several of the water towers. The sound of rushing water, mixed in with the warped metallic sounds, echoed through the now-leveled rooftop. "But I'm close."
"NOT CLOSE ENOUGH!"
The shriek, which had the pitch of several thousand screams, did not come from anywhere. It came from everywhere.
"Are you Kazumi?"
Oriko raised left eyebrow. With the flicker of the index finger, thousands of vines outgrew the ground and covered the entire roof. However, the shadow only gleefully shifted its form towards Kirika, and rushed towards it. Kirika, however, was in every bit faster. It wasn't just that: she was faster than the enemy, who has been slowed down to a minimum. She raised her claws – the claws that signify the opponent's doom – and punched the ground with it.
"Oh, her?" The shadows merely scoffed Kirika's vain attempts, and continued to swirl around Kirika with uncontrollable glee. "Kazumi is a realist. She was against her ways, did you know that? But, just as I was… and I'll stop her. I'll stop Homura…"
"Homura?" Oriko hiccupped at the word. "Why us?"
"Because of you and Sayaka," the shadow whispered. "Homura's going to execute Plan B."
"Plan B?"
"Ahahaha….AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The shadow lifted itself from the ground, and assumed the figure of a girl. The monotonous grey that covered the figure steadily took on a real color. Within seconds, a girl, covered in a dark coat, took its place.
"Hey," the voice teased. "Don't be like that… you know the future right?"
Kirika gained momentum, and tried to slash the girl straight through her belly, but a black mist-like shadow took its place.
"What do you… mean?!"
"Hey, hey, hey," she pointed her hands directly at her. "...you should already know… what… I'm talking about."
"I… honestly don't know."
Oriko's vines busted out and attempted to crush her. But instead, an invisible mist took the impact.
"Yare yare…" she face palmed. Was fighting her that naïve? "…here's a clue."
She pointed towards the west coastline.
"She plans to kill you there… in Kriemhild Gretchen. She plans to kill all of us."
『To Be Continued...』
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Author's Notes:
おはようございます、みんあ！
It means "Good morning, everyone!" … I think. Again, I want to thank you for following this story, and or reading all up to now. I know something does not feel right. It should be so. Hehehe. But sorry for the 1 week delay. I think I kinda pushed a bit too much and created something like a 5,000 word story. But does it matter? More content is more awesome, yes? Sigh… we've only passed "Season 1", which is 12 episodes. Season 2 is oncoming, which means more important stuff, such as how Oriko managed to turn the entire world upside down, and how Homura has gathered such an amount of magical girls. In fact, though, I don't think 1,000 magical girls is enough for such a powerful witch such as Kriemhild Gretchen. Damnit… Homura… I really hope that this Plan B… is good. Please…
Speaking of other things, I'm off to eventually replace all Magical Girl Cards with the new format. I hope it looks better than my previous ones. Please leave a Review - you don't know how happy I am whenever I see one whenever I refresh my e-mail... XD
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Preview:
"Against all taboos: that's what my position is right now. And I speaking to you now is already against all taboos. But, be reminded… that we are now at war. And in war we must never hesitate. And wars only serve to destroy the defeated. And that's why winning is must, if ever we want to save this world – save humanity."
Next episode: "Magical Girls exist,"