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The ensuing rain of dust and glass dresses the long lady-like Toy in tiny shining dots, some etched to her limbs. Grabbing her head as if it hurt, which it doesn’t, Erika can’t help being just a little bit glad she didn’t carry her flesh with her this time. The jailed dogs go crazy barking, the little birds chirp and chirp as they crash into their cells, yet Erika, as she tries to stand, finds the one local pet, an old siamese cat, simply sitting on her chest as if it was a throne- and it’s one chubby motherfucker. Carefully yet not without haste, Erika lifts the goliath Tabby from under its arms and leaves it on the only part of the desk that is not buried under glass dust
<span class="mu-s">THUD!</span>
only for a large object to fall on her, crushing Erika into the sparkling floor. The big cat then jumps on top of Erika and curls itself to nap, only to hiss and panic and slip off when the wooden Magical Girl rises like the dead. Both sapphire eyes shine upon the object. It doesn’t look like it belongs to the store, no, it looks like decoration- but from a library owned by a carpenter. Feeling her own magic in it, Erika grabs it. Large and sturdy and made of wood, it’s the Book-Shield- if it was made by a cosplayer.
