A Saga of Tanya the Evil/The Irregular at Magic High School crossover.

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This is just a work of admiration from one fan, to those others that share the same interest.

The only characters or places I lay claim to are those solely of my own creation.

The war on obliviousness chapter 22: In preparation for war, let us pray...

Wednesday July 28th, 6:00 AM

Tanya had to admit, the past two weeks had been productive. The new mad scientist in their lives seemed to be making some level of progress on figuring out how to translate magic between their runic formulas and the more reasonable, if less powerful overall, mathematical calculations that they were more familiar with. The training sessions were going good, and she hadn't seen the hand of Being X at play yet, so that gave her hope.

Throw in the fact that the issues she had been having sleeping at night seemed to be almost gone, and it was starting to look like a good last week before the competition. Mind you, that did mean she had to prepare herself to confess to Visha how she actually felt, and face the potential backlash. But you do, after all, only die twice.

She had made all the preparations she could. Their room had been reserved, all the little details were set in place. It was funny, she was more concerned with her personal trial than the school competition. Perhaps it was a bit narcissistic of her, but it was how she felt. One must prioritize, after all.

Visha, for her part, was watching her Devil with a blissful look on her face. Tanya was obviously deep in important thoughts, from how she had just sipped from an empty cup, twice. She, being the ever helpful former adjutant she was, had filled Tanya's cup each time afterwards, but still it was a sight. Throw in the fact that she had been sleeping better ever since she started to provide 'emotional support' to the Argent at night, and it was looking to be a good couple of weeks. The competition was coming up soon, and then the world would get to see just how amazing her Argent was. Plus, she had found out that the two of them had their own room, with a beautiful view over a balcony, and she couldn't be more content.

On top of that, Dr. Nishina was a wonderful woman. She was always so kind and thoughtful, even if she did sometimes say the oddest things. It must be a Japanese thing, she had thought. Honestly, with how they were treated by Dr. Nishina, it almost felt like they were her daughters. It made her just a bit homesick, but it must be extra special for Tanya, since she grew up in an orphanage and never got to know her parents.

It made being separated from her own parents by time and space, much less another world, a bit more bearable, if she was going to be honest with herself. The friends they had made here definitely helped her deal with the loss, and the certainty that they would never see her family, her old friends, or the members of the 203rd again. She quickly wiped a stray tear from her eye, glad that the Argent was so preoccupied with whatever deep thoughts she had on her mind. It wouldn't do to cry and worry Tanya like that, what kind of subordinate would she be then?

Tonight they would do a pre-check on all the equipment and uniforms for the competition, including a final fit and adjustment of Tanya's costume for Mirage Bat. If Visha was being honest with herself, it sent a thrill through her body and she always felt warm in the pit of her stomach when she saw Tanya dressed like that. It brought back memories of better times, of her time at the war college, and the founding of the 203rd.

She thanked God that she had the fortune to have Tanya in her life. That it was Tanya that was her commanding officer all those years ago on the Rhine. Without her, she would surely be dead.

Maybe God was a merciful being, after all.

Wednesday, July 28th, 6:00 PM

All in all, Tanya had to admit it had been a good day. They had lunch with their friends, Willa got awkward and blushed a lot when they talked about the outfit Tanya would be wearing, and how much they liked it. Jane and Lisa, of course, had tormented the shy girl endlessly, so about normal.

The equipment check had gone over well, with only a few last minute alterations needed for the costumes the athletes (Mostly the girls) would be wearing next week at the competition. Tanya had been forced to pose for pictures, an event that reminded her uncomfortably of that first photo shoot, but at least this time it wasn't some cutesy doll dress. She could handle it, being photographed in something that at least resembled a proper uniform.

Now, they were being called to Facility One for a quick check of their personal CAD's and a calibration of Visha's internalized CAD. Something about a software upgrade done with the assistance of Dr. Nishina. Hopefully, the eccentric Japanese doctor hadn't found God or anything, Tanya hoped. She'd had more than enough with the last Schugel.

They grabbed some food on the way to the pickup, smoked sausages in buns with all the traditional fixings. Not exactly Tanya's cup of tea, but it made Visha happy, and in the end that is what really mattered, at least as far as Tanya was concerned.

Visha knew that this might not be Tanya's favorite meal, but she appreciated the fact that she did her best to enjoy what was definitely more of a 'Visha' meal. Pastries were in order. With a happy nod to herself, a beaming Visha finished her meal as they waited car to arrive.

"You're in a rather good mood." Tanya noted in her usual dry tone of voice.

"Well of course! We are almost ready for the competition, and we will get to see everyone's hard work pay off. I'm being allowed to come with all of you, and help on site. It's a marvelous opportunity, how could I be anything but excited?" Visha said excitedly.

The little shake of the head and genuine smile that graced the Argent's face fill Visha with warmth as their car arrives, and the two settle in for the drive out to the facility

It's a pleasant trip, filled with light conversation, as they compared notes on the performance of the other first years.

They arrived at the facility, noting the increased security that had been present since they were breached. Once past the checkpoints, they are greeted by Dr. Schugel, who was holding a folder that she promptly handed over to Tanya.

"Those are the details for tonight's experiment. We want you to create a projected entropic acceleration field around a sample of radioactive material so we can determine just how powerful of an effect you can generate, going all out. You will be using the Type 95 tonight." She informed them.

Tanya hesitated for a moment, a parade of emotions flitted across her face before she nodded. "Very well, doctor."

Visha didn't know why, but the fact she would be using the Type 95 tonight seemed to dim the bright smile that she had seen lurking underneath her usual reserved exterior, and without thinking about it, she found her hand resting lightly on the smaller girl's shoulder, giving her a comforting squeeze.

Tanya looked over, as a momentary shock flitted across her face, the mask slipped for a moment before she recovered and turned to look at the doctor. "Okay, I understand what you want from me, shall we then?" Tanya said in a confident, relaxed tone.

The doctor nodded and led them in to where the preparations had already been made. After a moment, they had strapped a sensor vest to her, as they explained they were hoping to study her biochemical and neurological state as she used the full power of the Type 95.

Tanya eyed the jewel for a moment, then took a breath as she fixed what she wanted to happen in her mind, accessing the spell and drawing upon the power of the cursed relic.

"Oh Lord, grant us this miracle. Breath upon my work, and turn the hands of the clock." She intoned, as her eyes turned golden and the instruments peaked across the board, every detail of the event being recorded as a sphere of blackness engulfs the test sample. Tanya holds the effect for several minutes, as her body begins to shake and strain.

"Doctor, I am detecting gravimetric disturbances. It's centered on the sphere, and appears to be increasing exponentially. Do I have you permission to abort?" The technician monitoring the gravimeter reports, the sensors going slowly haywire as the strain on the universe grows and grows.

"Permission granted, end the test. Tanya, cut the spell, drop it to half power and prepare for possible emergency cancelation." Doctor Schugel announces as calmly as she can.

The test powers down, a slight tremble rippling through the base before the bubble pops, and the sample is exposed once more.

"Running the battery now. Estimated time passed…. 5 years subjective.. Test duration was… 5 minutes. We have an estimated ratio of 52000/1." The technician says in wonder.

The medical team rushed out to collect Tanya, sitting her down and pressing a solution high in glucose into her system to make up for the massive amount of energy her body had just expended. "Subject is stable, doctor." The head medical officer reported.

"Good, good, let her rest for a few minutes then we will take Viktoriya to get the latest software upgrades installed that Doctor Nashina had approved." She turned to look at Visha, a smile on her face. "Our esteemed colleague thinks she might have managed to convert your 'mage shell' into a runic form that we can use."

Visha smiled happily as she nodded, her eyes though never leaving her Devil of the Rhine. "Is she going to be okay, Doctor Schugel?" She asked in a worried manner.

"She should be fine, once she has a chance to recover. But think, she had achieved a ratio in the tens of millions when she brought you two here, to us. It's amazing how she withstood the strain." The doctor commented as she eyed Visha speculatively.

Visha nodded and waited as patiently as she could until the doctor signalled that she could go, leaving the code updates and preliminary checks to the technician team dedicated to the Model 3 implanted in her chest as she turned back to study the feed one more time, activating the multi-spectrum overlay.

She watched in a mild sense of wonder and awe as the aural 'wings' sprouted from her subject, radiating power in a way she had only seen since she started to deal with the temporal refugees.

"My god, it's beautiful" She said softly under her voice, as a look of wonder and awe crept across her face.

"Truly, it's a miracle." she muttered.

Elsewhere, the two refugee's from another time and place are waiting as patiently as one could expect as the technicians upload the new code into the onboard storage of the Model 3, checking each step as they go to make sure there is no interference with the basic functions of the hybrid CAD.

"Okay, it's looking good Viktoriya. Que up the runic formula, and execute when you are ready." The technician said as he turned to regard his equipment.

With one more look at Tanya for moral support, Visha activated the modified sequence, watching as the runic symbols flash around her external control wand before the familiar appearance of her shell webbed her in its protective energies. A triumphant look crossed her face as she grinned at Tanya.

"I did it, Tanya! It worked!" Visha exclaimed happily, even as Tanya circled her, poking at the shell.

"Yes, but it's output is low. I think that the new recruits to the 203rd were generating stronger fields. Still, I imagine it will have to do. I might have to retrain you until you can generate a proper shell…" Tanya said with a speculative look, that grinning smirk evident as she bites at her nail in thought.

Visha, for her part, thought she might pass out right there as a warmth surges through her, the feeling only growing more intense and unnerving when Tanya looked at her, their eyes met for a moment, before both looked away with flushed faces.

Tanya cleared her throat. "You...Are doing good, Visha. We will continue to practice and work on it."

"Yes ma'am!" Visha chirped, avoiding the thoughts that were dredged up at that look. The look that her Devil gave her.

Tonight would be an 'emotional support' night for sure.

*A/N*

Sorry for the slow updates, work has been rough, and my mood has been...Poor. Usually, I write to help alleviate the stress and other effects that worsen the mood and make it more unmanageable, but this week that hadn't been helping.

I hope to be updating at my usual pace again soon.

Thank you for reading, and please feel free to review or ask questions.

Stay Frosty.