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Elf:
Forest watched in horror as her car was now utterly crushed; completely unable to be salvaged.  It was just scrap metal.  Something beautiful and precious to her, something that had actually made her happy had been carelessly destroyed. 

And it was now barreling towards her. 

Automatically she place herself between the Iron Bird Man and the once wondrous car. Crimson tears were streaming down her face, and she waited for the impact.  However, it never came.

Out of nowhere, some man, some supernaturally powerful man, caught the car before it impacted.  He was dressed in a fine suit that suited his pale features.  "Would you be in the need of assistance?" the newcomer asked, sounding completely bored.

Forest stared for a moment, and then looked at that bitch, who was sitting on a magic chair.  Forest glared at her, grief and fury warring within her.  "You fucking bitch," Forest said, her voice trembling as she glared at Grigori.

******

Gabriel smirked as La Folia cried out as he laved at her nipples.  He then switched to the left nipple, giving it the same attention as the right.  He however lightly nipped at it with his teeth, his violet eyes meeting hers.

"Take off your skirt, Folly," he said in a low voice.

Alice:
Murray was a man of simple needs. Give him some cigs, a bottle of beer, maybe the occasional bit of TV? Couldn't be happier. That was all he needed to survive the crapsack that was the Nexus. Alcoholics Anonymous? Like he needed to listen to their shit. He went because the wife wouldn't shut up about it, but that's it. Didn't mean he wasn't going to keep sneaking drinks. Like they'd ever catch on.

So he sat by the dock, fishing rod stuck beside him, the hook bobbing in the tepid waters for fish it would likely never catch. He took a puff from his cigarette, bored as piss, waiting for maybe a tug, or a nibble, or even just something different to happen.

So preoccupied was he with that one spot that he didn't notice the two figures fall out of the sky. He barely even heard the two corresponding splashes.

He gave the area a look. Shrugged, figured it was the usual shit in this shit ass town, went back to what he was doing. Took a swig from his bottle. Checked the line. Had a tiny fist collide with his face that knocked him out cold.

"Umph!"

His assailant massaged her hand, droplets of seawater hitting the ground as she did. She'd managed to hit the cigarette too. Behind her, another girl was staring at her indignantly, dripping with water.

"What was that for?! We could have just snuck past him!"

The girl continued massaging her hand. "Didn't want to risk unnecessary questions." She turned to her companion, glaring at her. "As magi we are sworn to secrecy. We can't risk being exposed. You're supposed to be this great prodigy, Tohsaka, I'd think you'd know something that basic."

"Tohsaka" looked at her partner with exasperation. "And punching some random guy in the face for no apparent reason isn't suspicious at all?" She began to rub her temples. "Look, keeping magecraft a secret doesn't mean abandoning all common sense. You can't just go around punching random people because you 'don't want to risk unnecessary questions.'"

The punch happy magus girl looked down at her victim. "He's obviously drunk. He probably won't even remember it."

There was an audible slap as Tohsaka's hand collided with her forehead.

The other girl reached into her backpack, sopped as it was, and pulled out a piece of chalk, which was miraculously dry. She approached a clear spot of ground and began drawing a series of runes.

"...Garrison-chan. What are you doing?"

"Garrison-chan" looked back for a moment before resuming her work. "A detection spell, obviously. Even if the portal was over the ocean, we had to have landed in this area for a reason. And with the Kaleido sticks gone, we can't travel nearly as fast now, so we might as well get a general direction to head to."

Tohsaka sighed. "And you don't think this will get us caught more easily than punching some drunk guy?" She walked over to look at Garrison's work. "Huh. that's not bad. Too bad you're doing it out in the open where everyone can see it."

"There's no one on the docks besides that one guy to see it."

"Then why did you need to punch him?"

Garrison shot a glare at Tohsaka as some of the runes began to glow. The two girls glanced down at them, and then at each other.

"Huh, not bad at all, Garrison-chan." Too bad about you being insufferable, Tohsaka added mentally. She pointed deeper into the harbor area, towards the beginnings of a residential area. "That way then?"

"Obviously."

The two girls headed towards the area the runes had indicated, Garrison stopping to smudge them out before continuing, leaving poor Murray unconscious but unharmed, his fishing line finally bobbing with a catch that he wasn't likely to be reeling in any time soon.

Brahmastra:
La Folia was as if hypnotized as his beautiful eyes met her own, the request registered as an absolute command by her arousal-addled mind, and her desire to please Gabriel. As he kept pawing at her chest with his sultry tongue, La Folia's hands slipped down her sides and with a shake or two of her hips while pulling the sides with her nubile fingers, caused her skirt to roll down her legs in a motion that came as completely natural.

The only cover the princess had from the man now were her lacy white panties, soaked with her arousal as she laid bare before him. It was not a bad place to be at all.

Puck-Chan:
Henry, to his utter surprise, noticed a sudden change in Forest's expression. From confidence and annoyance, it fell down to utter shock and sorrow as beads of scarlet blood started to leak from her very eyes. He looked behind to pinpoint the cause of the unexpected shift. It was big and definitely damaged to a degree beyond normal repair. From what the doctor to make of it, this large object seemed to be a car. Only it was a piece of broken goods at this point.

Looking back at Forest, it seemed utterly clear. She really valued that car. The hunk of metal that could no longer serve its purpose as transportation. And yet it's almost as if she loved the damned thing like it were her own child. A hint of irritation rose within the doctor, but there was no time for trifles. Yet, this lady was obviously not level-minded enough to try to do what is needed. Henry laid the body he was holding down to the grass before setting down what other items that belonged to her.

"Oh son of a--"

He noticed what remained of the car was incoming towards Forest. Henry had the mind to jump over to try to kick the damn thing away. At least he was going to until--

"Would you be in the need of assistance?"

This man came along out from nowhere. Standing there in a suit with a completely disinterested visage with only one hand holding nothing in the air. It had cut the remains in half by just being there. While that itself may be surprising, Henry had to gape at his very presence instead. Unlike the red-head that had been completely incinerated by Grigori's familiars, this one had such energy signatures that made him drop a cold sweat beading down the back of his neck.

There was so much yang in him that felt as if the sun was being effectively hidden behind the very fabric of the suit he wore. Forest brought him back as she swore angrily at Grigori, You fucking bitch."

"Y-Yes," Henry finally responded with much of his composure returning as he readjusted the frame of his glasses, "It would be much appreciated."

His finger jabbed towards what this newcomer was holding with his single hand. And then moved to point Grigori and then... the burnt remains of the red-head that seemingly was annihilated by the vicious life-like flames from earlier. Henry could feel the energy still smoldering over there. It isn't the heat from the prior flames.

"He is still alive. I'd like you to stop these two from fighting, if you don't mind, sir."

With a terse nod, he turned around to finally get to Mr. Big Bird, the creature in magical bondage. Henry carefully made a few steps towards it as he had his arms outstretched to show non-violence.

"I'm going to try to help you. So keep calm. Alright?"

He let his arms fall down to his sides as he exhaled deeply from his nose.

"This is going to hurt," the doctor thought with undue dread.

With an open mouth he started to inhale. His arms hung at a ninety degree angle with his arms dangling down as his hips leaned to the side as if his whole self were to be hung like a puppet. Exhaling again, he straightened up while folding his arms over his head before letting them down crossed in front of his chest in an odd posture.

"Haa..."

Before again inhaling, for the second time, by letting down his right arm with his left hand covering his face. He exhaled for one last time as the hand slowly descended down as visible mists of air exit through his open mouth. Finally he reared back his head and started inhaling. And with it, the chains that held the giant buzzard. It rattled as his very mouth started to suck it in. Steadily it started to break down link by link as the energy maintaining it was being drained. He could feel himself feeling very full, but in a very wrong way. So very wrong. This wasn't like eating souls or drinking blood.

This was actual energy actualized into a function, a first for Henry.  As the chains flew towards Henry, they crumbled into just pure flowing energy that disappeared inside his gaping maw. As the last bit of it finally disappeared, Henry made an unpleasant expression as he tried hard to swallow. With an audible gulp, he collapsed onto his knees.

"Aah..."

He groaned as he felt the torrent of energy swirling inside his stomach. Its violent turbulence threatened to wreck him from inside out. The doctor lurched to the side as he grasped the grass. His callused hands tightened into fists as his mouth opened again. The loud sounds of gagging and retching were followed by a waterfall of blood expelled from his very being.

"...Fuck!" Henry finally let out with reddened teeth clenched painfully as he finished, "Shit. That. Hurt."

He finally looked back up at the bird that should finally be free from its constraints.


OOC: Jojo pose go!

Knick:
Tokiomi left a small shop, which was surprisingly still open, carrying with him a bag filled with a large variety of things. Combined with these and the gems Tokiomi got for trading those diamonds he should theoretically be able to replicate the phenomenon that landed him in this city, getting himself back home.

Still in denial, huh Tokiomi? Well anyway.

Tokiomi walked, exhaustion obvious in the way he stepped down the mostly empty street. It had been a long day, but even still he had to disassemble the ice trap that went off while still keeping the insect preserved for later examination.

Perhaps he will put that off to look at his attempt at the jeweled sword, perhaps his experiences with Minato’s teleportation gem magic and odd house which causally ripped space had given him some insight. He doubted it though.

Tokiomi continued walking, heading towards his workshop and small home he has secured next to the bay.

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