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Moé was dozing off, and then she could see a blurry outline on the roof.
She attempted to readjust her focus, though it made her head hurt.

It was a young woman wearing stealth gear, intending to resemble a cat[as some sort of odd fashion statement].
Moé recognized her immediately as Parfait-- a bounty hunter, and survivor of the Time Govenrment Massacre. She was hired by Valentine and on Moé's trail since she was five, and with Valentine trying to recuperate from her tail-related wounds, Parfait was the second-in-command to seize her.

Moé rolled off of the bed, and took out a rifle.
"I wouldn't try anything, Parfait."

Parfait lunged at Moé to choke her[after all, bringing her back alive wasn't necessary], and Moé gave out a yelp and shot at Parfait.
Parfait caught the bullet in between her teeth, and spat it out.
"You're getting rusty."
She sniffed the air around Moé.
"Oh? It seems you lost your regenerative abilities. How... unfortunate."
Moé temporarily lost consciousness.
~*~
There were some screams, and eventually Parfait was hurled out of the room into a wall outside Moé's bedroom door.
[[Uh-oh.]]

Parfait flinched upon seeing Caleb, and tried to find her communicator.
She pressed a button.
"Yes, Parfait calling to base. Target Moé is currently displaying a hidden side, or is possessed. Supposed human ally, male, smells of death."
[[the Time government knows what death smells like. they collect souls to get them analyzed [or they used to].]]
The walkie-talkie replied.
"Is she using her gun?"
"No, she's using fisticuffs now."
"And the ally?"
"Time Government diagnosis reveals no background history, no birth date, and several concealed weapons on his person, including two pairs of abnormally large scissors, and what appear to be large scalpels."
"Parfait, run! Get the hell out of there!"
"What?!"

There came a demented laugh from inside of the room; it was Moé, but her voice was more harsh and cold.
"Vermin, scurrying under the floorboards.. I hear you, I see you, and I will skewer you. I will roast you until I hear the plague-lice popping like corn kernels from your fur! Until your flesh is charcoal, until there is nothing edible. Until you are dust."
[[Dark Moé uses vicious, extended metaphors a lot.]]
Parfait's legs wobbled as she stood.
"U-Uh..."
She was too weak with fear to portal, so she stood there, standing, staring at Moé.
[[Dark red for DarkMoé, dark blue for the one rare use of Parfait's communicator.]]

Lucy got into a fighting stance.
"To put it bluntly, show me what you're made of, so that I can analyze your placement in the class. Don't hold back, let your demon energies run wild.."

Moé groaned in anger.
"You maggot!"
Parfait stood, and ran away.
"Requesting backup outside of immediate location. Hurry, hurry...!"
The door was slammed, and Moé was in close pursuit.
About ten minute's worth of gunshots and screams later, Moé staggered back inside, with several gunshot wounds grazing past her ribs, wounds head to toe. She looked up at Caleb with one eye closed, and, grinning [though there were dark stains form someone else's blood on her teeth], she pointed outside to a pile of ten bodies.
She shrugged.
"Ten armed men, and took them down unarmed. They must feel pretty emasculated."
[[Parfait escaped, apparently.]]

Moé paused.
"Oh, riiight, you like the submissive one. And I couldn't even write in my journal..."
She took her gun, and then shot herself so that she died.
When she woke up a few seconds later, she was confused as all hell.
"S-Sir? All I remember is being in horrible danger."
[[The trigger ---^]]
She sighed.
"So I went on with a dream, and sleepwalked, and shot myself near the ribs?! And then in the head?! I'm such a disgrace, sir, I'm sorry."
[[Hahahah.]]

Moé flinched.
"Wh-What...?!", she said to herself.
She went over to the bodies, and simply created a portal beneath them.
"Heehee."
Moé hurriedly followed Caleb, and latched onto his arm.
"Sir? My headache's gone. Do we go back, or..."
She paused.
"...take the rest of the day off? After all, since you technically don't have any students, the principal isn't paying you, really."

Moé sniffed, depressed, and walked after him.
"I'll be quiet, I swear, s-sir!"
She paused.
"I'll make sure to not fall asleep and sleepwalk, too."