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Beelzebub looked down at the lamb girl, then up at the other who spoke to him shrugging. He heard a familiar scraping sound and turned slightly only to see Amon and Zen headed back this way, apparently distracting the only innocent member of their group of misfits was a larger task than it seemed. Beelzebub looked down quickly noticing that they had slightly re-clothed the girl on the ground and looked down at the still nude lamb girl sighing. He took off his overshirt, a simple slightly designed button up, revealing his slightly loose undershirt, lightly laying over an athletic frame. "Look, I'm sorry if this is too much to ask not knowing me and all, but unfortunately Zen over there is still pretty innocent and me and Amon have kind of made it our jobs to keep him that way... sort of. Could you just kind of somewhat dress yourself?" He asked turning and wrapping the shirt around Czernobog's head as they got closer. "H-h-Hey beelz what's up I didn't do anything wrong." The youngest of the group said reaching up to try and pull the shirt down. When beelzebub got it all the way around he pressed his palm to it, a small bone hook coming out to hold the shirt in place, long enough for hopefully the lamb girl to get somewhat dressed. He turned back to the women chuckling slightly. "So, out of curiosi-" He began again, only to be interrupted by Amon, walking by and bumping him to the side. "Hello there gals, let's say you and me go find somewhere and play a little 'game' that Ol' Beelzebub here would be great at if he could ever get over his 'respect' issue." Beelzebub looked back at Czernobog still struggling to remove the shirt from his head and then looked back at Amon, rolling his eyes and holding up one hand. He swung it swiftly, catching Amon in his exposed ribs, causing him to double over before Beelzebub swept his leg, knocking him onto his side, still clutching his ribs. Beelzebub smirked once more, looking at the women and shrugging.


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Just as abruptly as the question was asked, the match came to an end, after one of her kicks had seemingly met it's mark on the girl... However, that didn't seem to be the reason that Zenia had gotten off of her. She watched quietly, remaining ever so cautious as she rose to her feet. She winced slightly, the stinging sensation of many splinters still in her skin, but kept her composure as she rose her gaze to meet that of her opponent, just as she began to speak. The words passed through her mind and yet... They made so little sense to her. Just like that, they were done? Just what was this person's connection to Lieselotte anyway. She frowned, then gave a nod of her head before she too, turned away.

"The next time we meet... I want to finish this fight, alright?"

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To be honest, Shuku was rather surprised, even more so now that they wished to get the PokeGirl dressed (though Shuku highly doubted that she would fall prey to something as restraining as clothes). The trio, for now, didn't seem to be a threat. Moreso the paradoxical mix of violent tendencies and kindness. The Mayonaka gazed down at the form on the ground. It was fortunate for his friends to put him down before Shuku herself, was driven to do something drastic. She looked towards the two males that remained standing. "Are there any requests that do not lay within a lewd nature?"

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Airi closed her eyes for a moment, her head resting against the handle of her sickle as it was clenched tightly in both hands. Perhaps heading to the ramen stand first might have been a better course of action? After all, if they went there, Airi could've remained behind to prep for Alice's cooking lesson... No. That wouldn't work out. She shook her head slowly, though still kept her eyes closed, as if she were quite reluctant to open them. She wouldn't have allowed the girl to walk off on her own... Even if that child was more capable than her and had been doing so for this entire time... She fell silent, both literally and mentally as she seemed to hold her breath, exhaling only as she heard footsteps approaching. "Any luck?" She asked quietly, her eyes soon opening.

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Menace blinked as a breast was revealed. How the woman could do something so bold so casually was beyond her, but the little 'Princess' said nothing as she merely merely watched. Briefly, was she amused by the wiggling toosh, the girl reminded of a corgi for whatever reason as she merely watched, allowing the hands covering her breasts to fall now that Melona was looking. A startled squeak filled the room however, the Imohtep caught off guard by slime girl's gleeful squeal, and soon, in her hand Melona held an outfit almost victoriusly as Melona had to squint to get a better look at it. "...Seifuku? W- Why is that here?" Yes, it was a school... But it wasn't like this place had a uniform attire.

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Echidna couldn't help but snicker, both at Honehime and the boy's choice of words. "Indeed you do smell a flower... Though I'm afraid it might've just recently been plucked," she stated quietly as she leaned back, bare skin meeting a cool, wet moss, though she didn't seem to care much as she gazed at the newcomer, then towards Honehime. "You really can't say it, can you?" She inquired, her voice having a pleasant hiss to it as she watched the flustered bone girl amusedly.

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Neru watched Miku quietly, watching her writhe and squirm and twitch. She was rather amused by the sight, though it vaguely reminded her of a drug addict having withdrawals, though the spasms had seemed to be much less violent. Eventually, victory for the blond came when Miku seemed to finally surrender, the girl had a face / table relationship, causing a clatter to stir, though Neru hardly seemed to mind as she smugly sipped her drink. Eventually however, the silence faded after that, the tune of a familiar song filling the air between them... And soon, without even realizing it, the other singer had joined in, humming the harmony of the tune with her rival.

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Pan seemed to smile briefly at V-13's response, evidently not minding the rather sudden response as she rested her arm against the larger cannon that hung from her back. "Why is it that you cannot perform deeds as well as the other models? They are generally from the same generation and factory as yourself, why is it that there is such a gap in between?" She inquired, deciding to breakthrough and get to the point here. "Even in my own class, there was a 'bottom', I suppose," she started, using the term to describe the 'weakest' bot of her own squadron when she, herself, was in the barracks once upon a time, "However, there as only an average forty-five second gap separating her times from that of the top of our group. You're gap is much larger. Administer a logical answer to me."

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This... Wasn't the guardian? But she seemed to fit the description perfectly! Besides, if she were able to remain here without frightening any animals off than certainly, she wasn't as human as Shouko herself. She sat up properly, scratching her cheek slightly, just missing a tiny spot of mayonnaise that Shouko was ignorant to as it clung to the corner of her mouth. "Certainly you are!" She said, insisting that Dizzy was indeed who Shouko thought she was... After all, how many other mystical beings could there be in this here forest. "There's no need to be shy! I even brought you an offering!" She added, making a motion towards the 'offering' that had been placed upon the 'alter' almost ceremoniously.

Beelzebub looked down at the sheep girl, then at Amon, and then back at Zen before finally returning his eyes to the woman who was standing, the one that was speaking. Any other time... really any other time... He thought to himself as Czernoborg finally worked the bone hook out, taking off Beelzebub's shirt and tossing it back at him. "Hoiii what was with that Beelz, I didn't do anything wrong this time, besides who are you talking to." The red head asked, looking around at the women before his eyes began to widen. He blinked a few times, slowly as his face began to flood with color, a deep crimson heading straight for his cheeks and working across the bridge of his nose, almost dark enough red to match his hair. He stood there staring until Beelzebub bumped him with his elbow, "Hey don't stare... it's rude..." He said sighing, both in embarrassment and dreading the conversation this would start with Zen later. The embarrassed redhead looked down quickly staring at the ground, trying his hardest to avoid looking at either the sheep or the cow girl. He looked up at the girls again, and almost smacked himself in the forehead when he realized he still hadn't introduced any of them. "Oh, wow, sorry for being rude up until now, my name is Beelzebub Kaguya, and my two awkward companions here are the red headed Czernoborg Kisa, and the slightly incapacitated Amon Zoto, it's definitely a pleasure to meet you, and it would be more of a pleasure to learn your names." He said, attempting to be smooth and get names at the same time.


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The green singer looked up when she heard other voices join her humming, recognizing both in a heart beat. She looked up, continuing her humming and saw that she was right. Miku, Neru, and Haku were all perfectly harmonizing and humming at once. This caused Hatsune Miku to smile brightly as she finished off the last of the notes. It brought back so many fond memories of them being together where they would get mad at one another and argue or something, but then some how they ended up singing or doing something close to and pretty much forgetting what it was that had started the disagreements to begin with. It was good to know that that still was there, that special something that the three friends shared together. Sure, alone their voices were good, but Miku really enjoyed when Neru and Haku joined in as well. The sound of their voices together just seemed more important, better, together. Sure, their little concert was probably getting them attention and confirming what people might have been thinking earlier but Miku honestly didn't care and ignored them.

Honehime let out a long, low sigh of relief as the man left, and as Echidna seemed to let the previous matter drop. Slowly, her cheeks returned to a healthy color. Healthy for her, anyways, she still looked a bit paler than most of the others around her. She looked up to Echidna when she was asked if she could demonstrate some of her experience. Yes, she believed she could. She nodded and got to her feet, dusting off her clothes as she prepared. Even though her Kaguya abilities had not been used in several months, the ability to use them had not gone away. She concentrated, trying to ignoring the slightly nausea inducing sensation of her own bones shifting, and soon, a series of bone spikes sprouted from either hand and the part of her forearm that was bare of her sleeves. She didn't mind showing this ability, but she didn't want to tear her clothes up.
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Once it appeared that the fight was over and that Zenia had truly departed, Lieselotte rushed forward, anxious to see just how her friend had fared. She didn't even notice that she had considered Sakazuki a friend at that moment. What else could she think, though, after Sakazuki had joined forces with her against a common foe, even though she didn't need to. By the time she reached Sakazuki's side, she had composed herself back to the slightly standoffish and maybe a little arrogant type that she usually was. She looked Sakazuki over, noticing the various injuries she had gotten. "Zat was one of ze stupidest zings I have ever seen." But instead of glaring in annoyance at the Circe, her expression was closer to confused but genuinely worried. "Why did you do zat?"
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Mei continued to sleep, starting to roll onto her side. Luckily, her arm had fallen on top of the shirt turned blanket, holding it in place to preserve her modesty. Her tail gave a few half-hearted whips and then settled down, it's tufted tip giving one last flick before she had once more fallen into a deep sleep. The sheep girl had been keeping an eye on the three newcomers, but turned her head to stare at Shuku. She had yet to actually be given a name, and now she had one, just like that? Katsu. Katsu. She muttered it to herself, trying it out, almost like she was trying to taste the individual letters. She nodded, apparently finding it a good name. She turned back to the three newcomers. Now that they had introduced themselves, she felt a little more confident that they didn't mean any harm, but it was impossible to be absolutely sure. So she'd be sure to keep an eye on them, just in case.
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Zenia marched away from the scene of her latest fight, going on until she felt confident none of them was following her. Only then did she collapse against a tree, hissing in pain from the numerous injuries she had incurred. Yes, she had a lot of pride, too much to let herself show that pain when others were around to see her weakness. But now that she was alone, she was not nearly so stubborn. So she slowly sank down to sit against the tree, wincing at each fresh wave of pain. Once seated, she raised her gauntlet-clad hand and made a fist. She looked at her weapon as it shone slightly in the sun. If the battle would have continued, would she have won? Could she have won? She wasn't sure, not any more. She had been supremely confident at the beginning, but her opponent had proven to be very resourceful. She was glad she had the opportunity to fight her. She was looking forward to the next time their paths crossed, too. Yes, she would definitely win that time!
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Melona smiled eagerly when Menace accepted the slightly risque outfit, hardly able to wait to see how it looked on her. A moment later, she was not disappointed. She nearly felt like her eyes might bug out of their sockets, admiring Menace's curves, brought to such striking detail by the simple outfit. Somehow, the design of the outfit managed to make Menace's curves almost sinfully prominent, and the fact that there were no undergarments made it all the more delicious. But finally, she stopped staring and dug back into the closet, before once again exclaiming in delight. She had found a second one! Without waiting, she let her own fake clothes melt away and pulled the second seifuku on, unaware but hoping that Menace would be watching her change. A moment later, she was garbed almost the same as Menace. Another seifuku, a different color scheme, and one more striking difference. she left the neck unfastened by a handkerchief, so that her chest actually stuck out of it, covered as usual by her hair hands. She smiled and did a little spin, letting her skirt flare up to show she was going commando, too.
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For a long time, Alice didn't answer. Such a long time, that Airi could very well think she had fallen asleep. But she hadn't, she was thinking, seriously thinking, of her answer. Finally, she spoke. "Yes. Yes I am. I know my cause seems petty and ill-planned, but I do believe that this is the right path for me. I feel I have to at least try, to find out my own limits, to see how far my own two feet can move me." She went silent after that, unused to quite such a long answer. For a time, she just continued to relax, enjoying the warmth she could feel from leaning against Airi, wondering if her own back felt warm to the scythe user. A faint blush rose up to her cheeks, though the cause was nothing directly, just a general buildup of various feelings that she didn't quite know what to do with yet.
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When their humming concert finally drew to a close, Haku leaned her head back and exhaled a large breath. Her cheeks were tinged pink, both from the energy she had poured into her humming, as well as from the embarrassment that came crashing in as she realized some of the other patrons were still watching them. To try to distract herself, she picked up her mug and took a large gulp of her tea. Thankfully it had cooled down pretty well by this point, no real risk of hurting her tongue again. Setting her mug down once more, she sighed, and spent a moment just looking at her friends. What words couldn't do, music could. Even if it was just humming, that little concert had shaken off a large portion of her remaining self pity. She was still thoroughly convinced her voice on it's own was horrible, and that nobody really ever wanted to hear her sing. But with the fresh rush of a successful performance with her friends fresh in her mind, how could she be depressed? She smiled faintly, and dared to speak up. "That... that was quite fun, wasn't it...?" She looked from one of her friends to the other, as she waited for their answers. She wondered if the other two's dishes would be arriving soon, after that humming she finally felt ready to order something besides a drink. Nothing extravagant, but at least she was ready to eat.
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An illogical answer? V-13's eye widened a little as she tried to wrap her processors around the idea. Yes, if she could submit an illogical answer as an answer nonetheless, then perhaps the entire problem could actually make sense? That on it's own was, of course, very illogical, but she chose to interpret that as a good sign, a sign that she was on the right track. An errant train of thought derailed, and she began nervously tapping one foot, the tip measuring out a steady cadence as she tried to organize her attempted answer into something that could almost make sense. There were a number of theories, but the ones that made sense were always proven incorrect, and the ones that were illogical were never even checked in the first place. That meant that this was her chance! If she could find the right answer, she might finally stop being a failure, a defective piece of walking scrap! Finally, she stopped her toe tapping, and straightened up. "Sir. An illogical answer to describe my problem, sir! It would appear that my personality data has been corrupted, perhaps a copy of an actual human's thought processes were added to my logic algorithms? Or perhaps some added subroutines to my personality core? Sir." She saluted once more, a brief but militarily perfect salute, held for a precise amount of time. It likely hadn't been needed, but saluting after answering a direct question from a superior was another of those opaque little customs that had developed in their camp. She held herself straight once more, waiting to see what Pan's verdict was, and what it would mean to her. To her future within the service, or to her future as anything more than so much recycled scrap metal. Unknown to her, a buried and overlooked subroutine began to activate, monitoring several different data nodes and storing a vast quantity of information.
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Etheldreda continued gliding through the air, the fresh scent of fallen rain just strong enough to bother her. Their was a little extra humidity in the air, too. All in all, not very pleasant at all. but she had a purpose to do, and now that the rain had stopped, she couldn't really put it off any longer. She could last a long time on her own stored magical energy, but only if she didn't have to fight or do anything else that would use a lot of energy. No, finding and joining with a Mage was just as much about protecting herself as anything else. She'd secure her own safe place, she'd find her chosen partner, and she would increase her magical capacity, along with her Mage's. There were far too many things in favor of it to let a potential opportunity like this pass her by. So even though the air was still cold and damp, she sped on. Finally, she broke free from the rain's area, back into the somewhat warmer and drier air of the forest. Sighing with relief, she sped on, starting to dip below the tree line as she got closer and closer.
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It took a moment for the scent of the sandwiches and pastries to waft over to Dizzy, but from the instant it did, the basket held her rapt attention. She unconsciously licked her lips and watched as Shouko removed the two containers, opening their lids to strike the delectable scent home even more forcefully. Slowly, she took another step, but then stopped. For a long moment, she looked at the containers. Then she looked at Shouko again, trying to decide if she could trust her or not. In the end, hunger overcame common sense. Very likely an occurrence not entirely unfamiliar to the Akimichi. Dizzy inched closer and closer, as skittish as a deer, but still drawn in by the allure of the food she had been deprived of for such a long time. she had managed to close about half the distance before pausing once more. "Umm, is it alright...?" She faltered out halfway through, but the rest of her question likely wouldn't be too hard to figure out. she was just asking if it was indeed alright for her to have some.
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Hatsune Miku smiled to Haku and nodded. She loved singing with her friends. There was no better rush than when you were onstage singing together for the whole world to hear. It had been such a while since she had found the time to really get to sing (if you don't include when she entered the academy), so to hum was definately enough to call Miku down as she sipped on her tea. It sure was nice to be with Haku and Neru. The green member of their little trio always missed them when ever she wasn't with them.