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A cocky laugh escaped Sakazuki as her blow met it's mark, the world seemingly moving in slow motion as she watched her opponent fly backwards, though that was only brief as soon, her foe rushed forward, a punch flying forward in retaliation. For a second, the Circe panicked, but upon realizing that it was not the armed fist, decided it would be easier to simply take the blow as she composed herself, as if buffing herself up to take the hit and soon, she felt the bare fist collide with her gut. The attack rattled the Circe from head to toe, but compared to the heavy hitting that her other hand pumped out, it was nothing. However, the witch could not let her momentary opening go to waste. Ignoring the dull pain in her gut, where the fist would certainly leave a mark, Sakazuki reeled her head backwards, before she sent it forward, attempting to utterly slam her forehead against that of her foe.

Certainly not the wisest of moves, but she needed her hands at ready for when the counter attack came.

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Just when Shuku believed that she had finally gathered her composure for a moment, Mei began to move, the smooth, soft yet firm flesh sliding up against her own figure with each movement... Certainly, if oil were added to the mix, the Mayonaka would've been sent into a deeper tizzy than she was already in. Soon however, she felt vibrations, as if someone had placed a miniature speaker within her cleavage. She was about to investigate the matter when she suddenly felt a slender, but skilled hand slip between her thighs, fulfilling it's lewd business there. Instantly, Shuku registered the hand as Katsu's, and though she wished to slap the had away from that spot, but it just felt... So... Goo-... A sudden (and quite loud) moan suddenly escaped the just- composed woman, all thoughts ceasing to exist for that single second.

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"I'll go with you," Airi replied quietly, granting the girl a kind smile as she spoke... Though deep down, the girl was mentally kicking her own arse for even allowing herself to go on such a journey... Well perhaps 'journey' was a bit of an over exaggeration, then again, in her body's current state, she would probably need to take advantage of Alice's suggested rests every now and then. She took a deep breath, then continued onward, silencing her mental bitching.

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Menace's body jumped slightly, as if Melona's touch had startled her... However, it didn't seem that Melona was attempting to violate or molest her again as the slime girl did just as she had done before, lathering up the girl's skin and scrubbing slightly. She felt a hand hand sink into the soft flesh of her behind and she blushed slightly, hoping to hide her nervous expression from Melona as she held her hands together in front of her, twiddling her thumbs anxiously, as she merely focused on her "friend's" touch as if she were going through some sort of strict body inspection... Thus, when she felt something else against her rear, she let out a slight squeak and her blush deepened... Yet, she didn't dare turn to see what it was. To be safe, she merely assumed that it had been one of Melona's breasts.

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"Yes... Quickly."

It seemed that at this point, Echidna was quite anxious to get to work on Honehime. They'd definitely need to work on that attitude... After all, she knew that the girl held an optimistic side to her somewhere. She had briefly viewed it before. Nonetheless, she ignored the lesser side of the girl for a moment, wishing for nothing more than get the deed of being a grocery pack mule over with so that they could move on to teaching the girl the way of the battlefield... though the swordswoman was still attempting to sort out an itinerary in her mind.

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Neru's eyes widened as Miku approached, soon glomping and huggling the bejeezus out of her before the blond could've hoped to dodge the affectionate assault. "R- Release me!" She bellowed in a surprisingly startled tone, her once firm expression being melted away completely as it was replaced by an embarrassed blush. While of course, a handshake or a pat on the back was fine, a full on girl to girl body to body hug was something that effectively caught her off guard. After all, such contact was a big no-no in the snobby girl's book. Soon, she repeated herself, her face flushed, full of a stain of pink. "Release me this instant!" She looked around slowly. People were staring right now! People with cellphones... Oh dear, that meant people with cameras... And if someone recognized them... Oh dear, 'Miku and Neru hugging one another while Haku stands by! Possible homosexual pairing or is it a musical group in the making!?' the headlines already filled the blond's head as she over analyzed the situation.

Honehime nodded, and hastened her step forward. She began to recognize a bit more of the area with every step, and new they were getting close. Suddenly, she paused, as a sound just barely tickled at her hearing. she perked her head up, but it wasn't repeated. If she didn't know better, it sounded like a... moan? She blushed a little, the moan had been full of feeling and passion. Trying not to think about it, she glanced back at Echidna, wondering if she had heard it too. She was pretty sure she had, after all, a fighter's senses would generally be a lot sharper than a noncombatant's. She didn't actually ask if Echidna had heard it, though. She wanted to try to stay quiet, to see if she could hear it again, If whatever had made the sound actually made it again, of course.
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Lieselotte continued to twitch her fingers wildly as the fight seemed to be heating up. Sakazuki and Zenia had closed to melee distance and both seemed intent upon simply beating the other into submission. Elfriede was in range, but she held back on giving her sister the order to charge. A one on one fight, as much as it could be considered one, was seemingly sacred. As well, if Elfriede were to attack now, she could just as easily accidentally hit Sakazuki rather than Zenia. So instead, she watched, lending a finger when it seemed that Sakazuki wouldn't quite be fast enough to dodge a blow. When she saw the Circe prepare to use a forehead smash, she was surprised. That was a pretty risky move she was going with!
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Mei continued to rub and squirm against Shuku and Katsu, starting to lose control of herself. A healthy blush rose over her cheeks, and her breathing quickened. She barely batted an eye when she felt the small hand slip under her skirt, mooing softly at the bold fingers. She looked at Shuku, her eyes clouded over once more by much the same as what they had the other day. She was hungry, but not for food. She needed to be milked, even though she had been earlier that day. She needed... release. And with the way the three of them were squirming, it wouldn't take long before she was given it. Meanwhile, Katsu was in heaven. It may have been getting warm in the sexy sandwich, but she gladly endured the heat, because of the promise of sweet sensations it would inevitably bring to her and the others.
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Zenia felt the punch hit home, directly in Sakazuki's gut. She held it for an instant, but even as she was readying to continue the assault, her eyes widened when she saw Sakazuki bring her head forward rapidly. Zenia was no stranger to bar room brawls or street fights. As a matter of fact, she had made her living with them for quite some time. Dirty tactics and low blows were nothing new to her, she had plenty of experience both in using them and in countering them. She slumped her shoulders and ducked down low before bringing her fist up in a lightning quick punch. Unless Sakazuki pulled off another upset, her forehead smash would completely miss, hopefully leaving her vulnerable for a second, a second in which Zenia's uppercut would land home directly at her chin. Payment in return for the punch to the face she had gotten earlier.
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After her momentary lapse of self control, Melona was determined to get through as much of Menace's bath as possible without any more blatant perversion. She had avoided Menace's detection, or so she thought. But her luck wouldn't hold true forever. So she resumed simply scrubbing at Menace's legs. Oh, she enjoyed it, of course, but she resisted the urge to show her enjoyment. For now, at least. Her determination grew shaky and weak, however, when it came time to move on to the next section of Menace's voluptuous body. The insides of her legs. Melona gulped nervously, and began working her hands between the Imhotep's knees, then moving ne up bit by bit, while the other moved down just as slowly. She was openly ogling Menace at this point, but still able to rein in her libido. Barely.
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Alice nodded happily when Airi agreed to go with her. On the one hand, she hoped that Airi would like the glade once they got there. On the other hand, then she would be close at hand in case Airi's injuries gave her any more trouble. So she supposed to two of them sticking together was the wisest choice after all. She moved forward eagerly, but paced herself. She still made it seem like she was rushing forward like any other excited child on a grand adventure, but in fact she was making sure to only move ahead by a bit each tim, going off at angles or stopping to inspect anything. She didn't want to push Airi, or outdistance her. So she continued her roundabout way of moving, still looking like she was just running loose and having the time of her life.
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Haku looked on in embarrassed inaction as Miku continued to huggle Neru affectionately. She turned her head this way and that, watching as more and more of the other patrons at the cafe began to take notice. She tried to wave her hands down at them, to urge them to just ignore what they were seeing, but with her being unable, or at least unwilling, to talk, she didn't accomplish much. Her gaze returned to her two friends, and she was surprised to see Neru still getting glomped. She had no idea that Miku was actually THAT fond of the other girl. Wait, if she were as fond as that of her, then... then was she just a third wheel in their little group? If she wasn't around, would that make Miku happier, that she could be alone with Neru? She began to get a little depressed again, but she wasn't crying. Not yet, at any rate. And just then, Miku finally released Neru. Haku was still flushed, both from embarrassment and also from the storm of emotion that had tore through her psyche just a moment ago. She sighed with relief nonetheless, hoping that now that that was done, maybe they could sit down and try to divert some of all of this attention they had garnered. She moved forward a little, before nervously pointing to a booth a short distance away against the inside wall. In a voice just about loud enough for just Miku and Neru to hear, she suggested they maybe sit down before they made a scene.
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Sakazuki knew her attack had been in vain the moment she didn't feel contact when she knew she definitely should have. Sooner than she had expected, her opponent had responded with a counter attack, her head suddenly snapping upwards by the very force of the blow. Even if it wasn't the hand with the strange device attached, Sakazuki had to give her props... It hurt like hell. She grunted, taking a step back as she wiped a bit of blood from her mouth, having bitten her lip during her foe's vicious counter attack and soon, she smirked. At this point, she was enjoying herself... This was the sort of fight she wanted. None of that alchemical bullshit that Kuroshika had pulled on her, now it was just a straight brawl... It was even, she supposed. She had the Dream Fist style which allowed her body to manipulate itself beyond human standards, boosting her strength while Zenia had that... Jackhammer hand thing.

Her fists clenched and she smiled. This... Was turning out to be quite fun... It was like brewing a dangerous potion for her, yes there were risks, but it was that deadly game of Choice that brought the adrenaline into play.

Soon, she pounced back into battle, starting off with a fierce blow aimed towards Zenia's gut. If the blow struck and brought forth the proper response of her opponent doubling over, the Circe would've followed up with a knee to the face.

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Shuku moaned briefly, soon cursing under her breath afterwards... If this PokeGirl had a name, she certainly would've added that to her rather colorful vocabulary. That hand drove her further into frustration, coaxing her to partake in this lewd entanglement of bodies. Soon, whether she was aware of it or not, her body bad come together with Mei's pressing against it slightly as if it were all part of the game, with the lamb girl sandwiched between them, skilled hands working them both at the same time. Her eyes, which had been jammed shut for the past few seconds, steadily opened, her gaze falling upon Mei as the cowgirl's expression contorted into a look of lust... One that Shuku found quite hard to ignore.

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Though she had winced slightly after waking, after they had left the building, with the maid following not far behind the little girl, Airi found movement much easier as she adjusted to the pain. After all, after many days of hard work in a row, dull aches and pains were something that could be ignored until the job was done... All it took was merely some time that would allow Airi to mentally beat herself into that mood as she continued along, looking towards Alice. "...Is there anything special in this bag?" She inquired, as if she were trying to make their journey have some grand significance.

Ahaha... Perhaps they'd even have a Fellowship on their hands soon... The Fellowship of the Bag?

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At this point, Menace's face looked very similar to that of a ripe tomato; round and bright red. She felt hand scrubbing her skin, drawing dangerously close to the more sensitive parts of her body and every now and then, a nervous gasp would escape her. However, it was not so much the touching that bothered her at this point... Yes, it was a big deal, but there was something else that inspired nervousness within her. She could practically feel Melona's gaze on her... Or rather, the awkward air that accompanied it as she shifted slightly from side to side, causing that which Melona had been staring at admiringly for so long to sway slightly from side to side.

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Sure enough, Echidna had heard the sound and instantly had classified it as a passionate moan; one of out of pleasure most likely. The reason for know this however, was not because of 'a fighter's senses' as Honehime seemed to think, but moreso the fact that it was familiar to the warrior as she had made such sounds several times in her life. More often then not, she faked them however, to get a little closer to the poor, lewd fool who had the sad (or maybe not so sad) fate of being her victim. Still, she looked down towards Honehime quietly. "...I do believe it is coming from you camp?" With such a group as Hone described, she was doubtful they had randomly come across a couple making love in the woods.

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Ignoring the looks that people were giving her, Neru seemed to overcome her embarrassment, substituting it with harsh irritation and desposition as she seated herself across from Haku, seeing as Miku had claimed a place near the woman, huggling her. Hopefully, she would remain on that side if she knew what was good for her. From the corner of her eye, she spied a waiter who at the moment, seemed quite hesitant to approach them, though the look in his eyes made it seem as if they were not the first oddities to set food in this cafe this day.

Hatsune Miku took her seat next to Haku and looked around. It sure was nice in here. A very nice place. Everything seemed to be nicely placed and it was bright and cheerful. At least, that's how she saw it. She enjoyed this place very much. Sure, she had been to nicer restaurants, but this one had more charm. This was a cute place. Sh smiled a little and saw the waiter. She tilted her head to the side, noting that he was having an argument with his boss. "Huh... I wonder what he is arguing about..." She shrugged, putting the leek away in her bag.

A wince escaped Sakazuki as her fist met the armored one of her opponent. However, the attack hurt far less than it should of... The reason for this was due solely to the fact that the Circe was back to full strength. If her hand was still broken, she would've definitely been screaming in pain, but in her current state? Hell, she could probably take a few more direct hits like that before she'd allow the pain to get to her. She also seemed far too absorbed in her match to even acknowledge the arrival of the newcomer as her hand soon gripped the gauntleted arm before her body fell inward, using the short momentum to send an elbow, hopefully, into Zenia's head... Preferably her face.

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A warm liquid splashed onto Shuku's face, and as she allowed her tongue to take in a droplet, she seemed to become perfectly aware of what was going on. Just as she had about an hour ago, the cowgirl was dripping with milk, and a gluttonous glint appeared within Shuku's eyes. She had grown accustomed to the sweet liquid... Yes, she could drink normal chilled milk without much trouble, but when it was Mei, things were different. The milk was warm and sweet with the source flowing enthusiastically in front of her, Shuku found it quite hard to suppress her thirst as one mouth greedily enclosed around one of the milk fountains.

However, a moistness soon coated the lamb girl's hand which was caused by neither sweat nor milk.

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Alice spoke and a sudden look of both bafflement and disappointment darted across her face. The tail was not the girl's only weapon...? She stared at the limb as it made it's reappearance, the maid entirely ignoring the fact that the girl's bottom half was bared to the world for a moment as she fell into a state of mild shock. She had nearly lost to this girl... And Alice hadn't even been properly armed with her real weapons?! A whine escaped the maid as she ran a hand through her hair.

Yes. She had definitely lost that fight.

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Menace dared to close her eyes as Melona seemed to return to her work... Or at least, that was how it seemed until she felt new hands feeling up her rear. They felt smaller... Possibly being the set that Melona often used in replacement of a brassiere? She ignored them for the first few seconds, believing that they were there to assist Melona so that she'd finish in record time... However, that was not the face. She could feel the two hands pressing here and there, the limbs sinking slightly into the curvier portions of flesh on her body as she let out a soft, meek moan. The touched mounds only jiggled slightly as Menace quivered slightly, the idea of Melona still watching her with a lustful gaze... It embarrassed her, even if she had practically done such shameful things were her already.

"M...Melona," She squeaked quietly, bashfully before she soon allowed one delicate hand to cup over that spot between her legs as if she were a such flustered virgin. "...I... I'll wash myself for the rest."

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"Let us merely deposit these bags where they will be safe."

If all went well, whoever was currently making love could probably ignore their presence entirely if they didn't draw attention to themselves... Besides, perhaps seeing this could make Honehime a little bolder. She held the bags to herself before she stepped forward, entering the clearing as she left the foliage, briefly looking over her shoulder towards her companion and new pupil-to-be. "Come along, Honehime," She said, her voice but a whisper.

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"You probably freaked him out, Miku. He looks like some meek guy." Neru said this almost boredly as she propped up her elbow on the table, resting her cheek in the palm of one hand as she looked from the green singer to the waiter who, at that moment, seemed to lose the argument with his boss as he, with a sort of hesitant air to him, slowly made his way towards the table of electric and colorful customers, quietly asking for their order and if they wanted something other than water to drink.

Hatsune Miku smiled widely when the waiter came over, knowing now full well that it was probably her fault he was so hesitant. It was the same thing with getting a Sensei. She had to tackle her's down to the ground to get him to agree. She thought about what she wanted to eat, trying to think of just the right kind of stuff to order. When she spoke, the computer-like voice came out confidently, as though her voice was as normal as his own, her smile as bright nd cheerful as always. "I'll have a mint tea to drink with that sandwhich that has prosciutto, soprasata, and genoa salami with provolone, please~." She didn't know what most of that was, but it sounded interesting enough to try. She looked to Haku, taking note on how shy she seemed to be at the moment. She leaned in a little so she could whisper to Haku, "What's wrong, Haku Onee-chan? You seem upset... If its about the waiter, it's my fault. I always bring attention to myself~. I don't know why or how, though... I'm sorry if that made you sad."

Honehime gulped nervously, unable to tear her eyes away from the carnal and erotic scene before her. Her cheeks were flushed a bright red, and her breathing had quickened. If her hands hadn't already been occupied with holding the grocery bags, she didn't know what they would be up to. When Echidna finally spoke, the spell over the young Kaguya was broken, and she blinked with relief, quickly turning away from the lascivious scene in front of them. As soon as her soon to be teacher gave her the option, she immediately nodded at the second choice. "Yes! L-let's um, just leave the bags here and g-go get started on our training!" Her cheeks were still a blazing red, and it was very likely she would not be ablt to get that scene out of her head for quite some time.
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Lieselotte frowned, as the two stayed close together. She wasn't sure what Sakazuki was up to, but she hoped it worked. She knew, perhaps better than anyone else, just how dangerous Zenia could be in close quarters. She had seen the damage her weapon could do, and the considerable damage she could do even without it. When Sakazuki tried to force the two to the ground, the young puppet master frowned, and quickly recalled her chakra strings from Sakazuki's form. If the two of them were to roll around, fighting on the ground, they would just get tangled up in her strings. While that might help either one, she didn't want to risk handicapping Sakazuki and giving Zenia a free shot at her while they untangled her. So for now, at least, Sakazuki would have to be on her own. Lieselotte wondered if this was the extent of her powers. Was she really this helpless when it came to close quarters combat?
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The pleasure seemed like an endless, and endlessly deep, river to Mei, and she didn't really know how to swim. But rather than fight to survive, she let herself float through the river of pleasure, touching upon the various facets that made her body feel just so good. She was busy rubbing herself against the other two, her body as needy as her voice, plaintive moos gradually rising in intensity and volume. Her milk flowed more freely than ever, giving Shuku and the as yet unnamed lamb girl more to drink than they could really be expected to. Her actions rose to a crescendo, and suddenly she froze in mid-motion, her body arced tightly, partially rising up from the heated tangle of limbs. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, and for an instant, she remained that way. Then she crashed back down atop the other two, breathless from the wave of exhaustion that hit her after such a pleasurable and extensive workout.
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Zenia tried to shrug off the blow, but inadvertently made it that much easier for Sakazuki to bring her to the ground. She hit hard, losing her breath for a second. Even while she got her breath back, she was already grappling with Sakazuki. Her weapon was at the ready, but she didn't plan to use it, not at this range and angle. Instead, she was using something a bit more primal. Fierce punches and kicks, grappling and striking. She tried to wrap her arms around Sakazuki, to pin her arms to her sides so she couldn't attack, with her arms at least. She remembered the Circe's headbutt from before, and was going to make sure she didn't leave herself open for another blow like that. If she did manage to get her arms around Sakazuki, she'd tighten them in a bear hug from hell, bringing her considerable strength to bear on the other girl.
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Melona didn't dare move any closer to Menace to watch as she continued to wash, but then again, she didn't really have to. Licking her lips hungrily, she focused, and soon an eye appeared by the shower head, peering down at Menace's form, admiring her curves from a whole new angle. Melona shivered a little, it was true the water was almost just that, water. It was also a part of her. And however small a part of her, she could still share some of it's sensations. So even though it wouldn't be any different for Menace, it would still feel like normal yet heated water to her, Melona opened her mind to the full range of sensations the water offered. She shuddered as she felt herself running down and around Menace's entire body, sliding along every curve, dipping into every crevice. A few drops even managing to flow into her mouth, past pert lips. Melona didn't realize it, but the water was heating up a little more. Not a lot, not enough to hurt, but as much as an ordinary hot shower.
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Alice had skipped and bounded ahead until she found herself once more at the village's large gate. She knew there were several located around the village's perimeter, but this was the same one she had passed through before. That meant they were close! She was beginning to get excited, much like any other child on an adventure. the thought of something unfortunate happening never even occurred to her. she was just focused on going out to that nice little glade, hopefully finding her bag, and then making sure they got a little rest so that Airi wouldn't get too sore from her injuries. It seemed like such a simple and innocent plan, what in the world could possibly go wrong. Of course, as the saying goes, those were very famous last words. The fates themselves didn't even say such things, for fear of tempting fate.
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For a long moment, Haku didn't do much of anything after giving her order. She was still a bit nerve-wracked after having to talk to a stranger. One might think it odd that a supposedly demi-accomplished singer (albeit one with a flawed voice) was so shy around people, but it was different on stage. She was still self conscious of her voice, that would never go away. But when she was singing, she was able to ignore that fear and self loathing for a time, at least until the adrenal thrill had faded. When it was like this, simply talking to someone, there was no music to occupy her mind, nothing aside from her own horribly flat monotone. So she stuttered and quailed and did several other things which actually ended up making the flaws in her voice even more apparent. But finally, she turned to Miku and nodded her thanks to the green haired girl. Even if it wasn't true, she appreciated what she was trying to do. Her gaze returned to Neru, who was busy making sure that the waiter knew to bring two lemon wedges with her iced tea. She almost smiled at that, that was something she remembered from a few other times that they had stopped somewhere to eat. She sighed, trying to release her consternation and worry so she could honestly just enjoy the meal and time with her friends, rather than continue to fret and ruin the atmosphere.
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Just slightly apart from the village, there existed a series of bland and nondescript buildings. They were painted a uniform drab gray, and had very little in the way of amenities or notable features. They were obviously buildings designed for a purpose, rather than designed for comfort. One of these buildings, a low, long structure, had large letters stenciled on the side in matte black paint. Those letters spelled the word 'Armory'. This was thought of as the closest thing to a joke the locals would ever see, but there wasn't really anything funny about it. Within that squat building, it was not really an armory. It was a barracks. Then again, the only ones who were quartered there were thought of more as living weapons than as soldiers, so the name seemed to fit. They were all cold, emotionless beings, more mechanical then organic, more weapon than emotion. They had simple and uncomfortable beds with a single threadbare blanket. They had desks, although the only objects found in or on those desks were dust and the occasional stored orders. They had trunks for personal belongings, but those were almost always empty. Yes, this was a strange group. They belonged to the A108991753 Clan of Hidden Gears, and this was their boot camp. Much tougher than a standard Academy, this boot camp tested them in every way possible. It made them work until they dropped, and then work some more. It made them eat dirt and ask for seconds. It made them into soldiers. They may not look human, they may look much like the standard weapons of war from another place and another time, but these soldiers were still soldiers. They studied, they drilled, they practiced. They learned survival and guerrilla tactics, they learned the location of pressure points and vital zones, they learned to be accurate with their weapons and efficient in a fight. They learned to be soldiers. Their drill sergeant was tough on them, incredibly tough. But that was just the way it was. All of this held true for the entire unit, save one. V-13. She was generally the worst soldier in her squad. She consistently did poor in training exercises, and only marginally better in written exams. She always seemed preoccupied. The drills ergeant had tried to beat it out of her with truly excessive training. Two week straight marathons without food, water or rest. Thousands of push-ups, until the components of her arms physically broke down and needed repair. And more. But still, she always seemed on the verge of dropping out. She just wasn't a soldier. She was more interested in the softer side of things. Emotions. Feelings. What was hate, or love, or happiness? What was a human, and why wasn't she one? What, why, how? Thousands of questions, when she should be focused on her training. She was currently sitting on her spartan bed, with her head tilted back, looking absentmindedly up at the ceiling. Flat gray concrete, with an assortment of stress cracks which she thought gave it some character. None of the others seemed to think so, they all thought her odd for even having such unimportant thoughts. This didn't stop her from thinking them, though.
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Within the darkened room, a chill wind blew. This in itself was odd, because the room's few windows were all locked, barred and shuttered. and still the wind blew, gusting to be audible even to human ears. It was a slightly unearthly sound, much like the wailing of a forgotten soul. Soon, the room's dark depths grew slightly illuminated, though not from any traditional light source. All of the sconces in the walls for torches, all of the gas or oil lanterns, all of those remained dark. Yet there were swirls of phantasmal light wafting through the room, showing what it was. A library. Not just any library, but the library of the Elders within Hidden Twilight. Here there were books that had not seen the light of day in centuries, or even more. It was several of these books that were the sources of this strange light. One book, in particular, emitted a very strong light. The book itself seemed to rattle on it's shelf, until it finally burst free with alarming rapidity, like a plug being shot through a greased tube. The book fell to the floor, it's pages flapping, sure to meet a damaged end. But an instant before it hit, it stopped. It's pages fluttering madly, the book's light grew brighter, making everything in the area impossible to see. A moment later, the light faded, and the book was gone! In it's place was a young woman, nothing more than a girl. She had long hair and bright eyes, and she seemed annoyed. "Finally free! But now I need to find myself a Mage. Where to look, where to look?" She muttered to herself a moment longer, and then vanished from the library without a trace. A second later, the alarm sounded, sending sleepy guards rushing in, only to find nothing amiss. It wasn't until several days later that the apparent theft of the Pnakotic Manuscripts was noticed, much to the dismay of the guards who had failed in their duties.
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Deep within the forest, a sunbeam shone down upon a secluded glade. This glade was far from any human habitation, at least several hours' hard travel. Even if one were to try to march to it, it often proved elusive to find. It seemed one of nature's secrets, a secret she was most reluctant to give up. Yet there were occasionally exceptions. Such as now. A young woman walked forward, doing little to disturb the local flora and fauna. Even though she seemed human, the animals did not seem wary of her. Several of the smaller songbirds twittered and hopped from one leg to the next, but didn't fly away. She looked at them when they sang and smiled, enjoying the natural music. She felt a shadow cross her mood as she realized she was about as far from natural as it is possible to get. She was from the technologically advanced village of Hidden Gears, and a member of the Knight Clan. She had had her genetics modified and experimented upon. Now, it was unsure in anyone's mind if she was even human anymore. She had the same basic details, two eyes, two arms, two legs, the same digestive system and everything. But she also had a few extra details that were not normal. One, a long black tail, smooth to the touch and very flexible, hung above her rump and swayed slowly from side to side as she walked forward. The other, and much more striking aspect of her visible differences, was a pair of wings. Several others had wings, though. So what made hers so different? Well, one was black and looked almost ragged, like it could belong to a vulture or a raven. the other was a pristine white, like an angel's wing. It was this strange dichotomy that left the young girl feeling like such an outcast. That, combined with her fear of battles and wars. Her clan was bred and crafted for it, but she couldn't stand fighting. that was why she had ran away, to find solace in this secluded glade, to keep company with the animals and hopefully find peace.
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((GRAWR... FF crashed... D8 -had to retype some of these-))

Sakazuki smirked as Zenia fell backwards. With the girl now on her back, she could no longer use her weapon, and victory should be easy pickings now, right? As the Circe was met with heavy opposition at the point of both hands and feet, Sakazuki realized that the plan of attack seemed much simpler in her mind, though as she flung herself down onto the body of her opponent, she hoped to restrain the latter of the two. If one had anticipated a fight on the floor to be any more civil than an upright brawl, they would be sorely disappointed... In fact, on the floor, everything held a more urgent air as the two girls attempted to restrain one another, beating the s**t of the other only when the opportunity revealed itself. Soon however, Sakazuki's hand slipped up, sending her body forward slightly, though that opportune second had evidently occurred at the worst moment as the Circe soon felt strong arms wrap around her body, attempting to squeeze the very life out of her. Something cracked and Sakazuki groaned in pain, attempting to give Zenia's ribs a few slugs despite her arm being partially restrained.

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Shuku's mouth left the 'faucet of milk' as she felt Mei's body begin to rise and as she observed the cowgirl for a brief moment, it didn't take her long to realize what had happened... After all, she had seen such a thing at least once before. However, it was only several seconds later that Shuku went through a similar course of actions, her bottom half arching forward towards that skilled hand as her body bend, her chest bouncing upwards as her entire torso shook at the sudden spasm before she fell stiff for that single moment before life suddenly seemed to flood back to her, the once still body collapsing against the soft earth, panting heavily.

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"Well... Do you see it?"

It seemed that Airi had taken Alice's words about the back being just outside the city gates quite literally. Then again, expecting to see a bag sitting cozily at the mouth of the gates seemed to be far to convenient. Fate, after all, could never just make their lives easy for once. b***h. She shook her head, now allowing Alice to lead, rather than just let her skip along as the redhead looked around. Though she was quite sure that there safety would not be in jeopardy while out here... However, Airi couldn't help, but feel a little unsure, as if a horrid premonition had overcome her.

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Mence blinked, pausing briefly as she looked up towards the shower head. The temperature had just risen right now, hadn't it? Yes, the change was simple and while not painful was still quite noticeable as she blinked, confusedly. She didn't exactly see dials to adjust the hot - cold ratio of the shower either as she blinked slightly. Just how then, could the temperature had risen just now? The thought of it deriving from Melona's own heated predicament hardly occurred to her as the bar of soap roamed every inch of her body that she had not allowed the slime girl to touch and soon, she set the bar aside, staying within the water as she closed her eyes, allowing the entirety of her body, including her face, to be rained down upon by the warmth.

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Echidna uttered a soft "Pity..." as Honehime uttered her response, but she abided, turning away from the erotic scene the seemed to just be approaching it's conclusion, the climax already haven been met. With that, Echinda marched back into the forest, leaving the sweaty trio of lovers behind her. "That was quite a spectacle," she said as they arrived within a more quiet area... Though, judging from her tone, the Orochi- born swordswoman actually seemed more amused than critical.

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Because it was so rare an image, Neru noticed almost instantly when Miku had shifted into her less than peppy state. Soon however, her eyes widened, moreso in genuine surprise rather than something along the lines of guilt. She had actually made the ever excited Hatsune Miku... Sulk. This, for the girl who had been trying for ages to actually get Miku to stop with her ecstatic attitude and actually give the rest of them some silent moments, was a grand discovery, possibly a breakthrough even. For now, she only grinned smugly, savoring the silence that was broken only as their drinks arrived.

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A cloaked form slipped past the sliding doors of the barracks, looking around briefly before finally, did that which was hidden beneath it reveal itself. Indigo eyes examined her surroundings. She had been called from the battlefield to this place? Her higher ups had declared that a veteran like her should be training the next wake of soldiers to come... And Pan utterly despised that. It made her hate the term 'veteran', which to her had pretty much become another way to describe someone that had fought well, but was now too old to be of any use on the battlefield. She could still fight, goddammit! As if her irritation had coursed through her entire body, the cloak that had been thrown over her form like a blanket fell away, revealing what looked like a metal backpack from some militaristic nation, armed to the bone. It was just that, actually... After all, her own commanding officers back in the day had taught her to keep her weapons on her on all times... And to have that pack sealed to her being, she believed that she was accomplishing that order well enough.

She approached the counter where an android with blank, soulless eyes seemed to have her eyes glued to her computer screen. "Panzerkampfwagen V Ausf A," She said nonchalantly, confirming the entity that had arrived without even sparing her a glance. The sound of paper being printed upon was heard and towards the side of the admission window, the sheet slid out from a slid in the wall, horizontally keeping it's posture as it waited to be taken. "Your orders have already been arranged. Have a nice day." Evidently, the android would spare no time for questions.

Pan took the sheet of paper silently, the small form staring at it in silence, continuing to do so as she walked along. She wasn't here for five minutes and already, the heinous job of taking on the soldiers that the drill sergeants evidently couldn't handle was thrust upon her. There did seem to be some urgency to the matter; as the veteran soldier neared the end of her order slip, the line Soldier will be scrapped if no improvement is seen within x days. Scrapped. That was a dangerous word amongst her clan as no one was ever sure if it referred to the act of merely cutting someone off or the literal sense of being 'scrapped'. She sighed, actually beginning to pity this soldier... Or whatever the artificial equivalence of 'sympathy' was, that was what she was feeling. Eventually, her feet stopped and the girl looked up to find herself staring at plaque near a door before she looked to her order sheet. The two matched and the veteran pushed upon the door which was just large enough to allow her artillery through, bellowing the name of her subject upon entry, "V-13!"

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"Maybe it's this way...? No... Maybe that?" A round form placed a hand against her cheek, pushing up the squishy part of her face slightly as her hand sunk into it. In her hand, she stared at a sheet of paper which was roughly one by one in diameter. On it, a crude map had been drawn... One that she had received at the last town where she had visited where a streetside peddler spoke of a secluded forest where rare, exotic and delicious truffles grew en masse... But they were said to be hidden in this forest and guarded by a creature that was said to be both beautiful and frightening. No matter. She had two cases of food, one packed with sandwiches and the other with pastries scones and several slices of cake... Hopefully that would be enough to appease the forest spirit... If she ever encountered her. She turned the map over, hoping that would make deciphering it to be any easier. Of course, she was disappointed... And she was steadily beginning to wonder if she had been scammed as well. Perhaps she should've stopped listening when the trader had said it was 'a magical forest untouched by humanity for generations'... In that case, how the hell did he get a map for it anyway?! Realizing that she was indeed tricked, she sighed, then rose to her feet.

So here she was, in a forest that was far from any real city with a map that was most likely total bullshit, and now she was lost in this forest as well.

Well. At least she had food... And with that in mind, the roly poly Akimichi trudged off into the forest hoping she either found something that would help her, the exit, or hopefully, the exotic truffles.

Yes. She still believed they existed, for whatever reason.