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Helen feels a gentle pressure against her back, and a pillow under her neck.
○|○ <span class="mu-s">Weird Eyes</span>: <span class="mu-i">And I answered your questions. I’ll take my leave.</span>
And she does.
卌 <span class="mu-s">Lily</span>: <span class="mu-i">Um! Lady Weird Eyes, I don’t know what’s going on with you- but everyone is free to stay, and we’ll be having a very important briefing soon-</span>
○|○ <span class="mu-s">Weird Eyes</span>: <span class="mu-i">I already know.</span>
卌 <span class="mu-s">Super</span>: <span class="mu-i">HEY! SUPER ULTRA HOTTIE! LITTLE MISSY FIRE SAYS ‘THANK YOU’!</span>
…Weird Eyes turns around. Short yellow hair with black shades, a simple white top-tank, and basic long, blue jeans, yet the living, breathing metric used to measure whether someone is beautiful or not. Tears rolling down those eyes again, she gifts Helen a bright smile. And then she walks away. Yet the room is comically wide, and the Magical Girls that remained (and those few who survived Salome’s karate chop) had already gone into a mumbling frenzy.
≈ <span class="mu-s">Haruka Karibu</span>: <span class="mu-i">Isn’t she like twenty-four now? Girl, we can live THAT long and look THAT good and NOBODY told me?! Nice!</span>
≈ <span class="mu-s">Nyatasha Nyanners</span>: <span class="mu-i">HMMM… Her ideals are pretty fucking retarded, true, but we would be half as many today if it wasn’t for her. She’s like my nazi grandpa! I love my nazi grandpa!</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Petra Gurin</span>: <span class="mu-i">Yeah! And if you couldn’t pay her with Grief Seeds, she’d take cash and use it to run an animal shelter. I’ve been there!</span>
► <span class="mu-s">Ninomae Ina'nis</span>: <span class="mu-i">Everyone, Weird Eyes founded the East. Did you know that? All of our core values come from her. The things we believe and fight for.</span>
≈ <span class="mu-s">Haruka Karibu</span>: <span class="mu-i">Though she’s North as fuck!</span>
As Weird Eyes leaves, the mumbling turns into cheering. As the cheering gets louder, it gains shape: “Go, go, Magical Granny. Go, go, Magical Granny!” Weird Eyes turns around, the very image of dismay.
○|○ <span class="mu-s">Weird Eyes</span>: <span class="mu-i">W-What?! Magical G-Granny?!</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Go, go, Magical Granny!”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Go, go, Magical Granny!”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Yeaaaaaaah!”</span>
Weird Eyes just walks away even faster.
