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>Approach Pomu Rainpuff. "Hey, hey Pomu, did you bring the stuff?"
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">What stuff?</span>
More than a Magical Girl, Pomu Rainpuff looks like Tinkerbell on steroids. The big fairy regards Jimena cheerfully, her comrades in arms still stomping on the harmless Toys, most already sweating.
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">The stuff, you know. The good shit. Never mind, I’m sleepy.</span>
Pomu de-transforms into a normal girl wearing a cargo vest and actual tactical gear. What?
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">That’s slander.</span>
She then takes out a heart-shaped little box from her front pocket, nonchalantly. She flicks it open with a thumb: a stash of blueberry weed.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">I’m a good girl.</span>
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">Yeah.</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">Good girls don’t do that.</span>
As she says so, Pomu tests the many pockets on her vest and camo pants until she digs out a pack of mint-flavored hemp rolling papers. Jimena’s lips pouted hard as the fairy rolled a joint with a single hand.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">Shit, I can’t find the lighter. Oh never mind, here it is.</span>
Her thumb rolls over the lighter a few times but the flame is finally lit under the tip, sweet smoke coming from it.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">Gaslight this.</span>
She smokes it. Pomu ends up coughing, yet still extends the joint to Jimena. Who takes it and ends up like the fairy.
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">God, so strong. *cough* Fuck. *cough* Fuck, man. Jesus.</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">So, you are like a pirate or something, right? *cough*</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Salome</span>: <span class="mu-i">THAT’S UNLADY-LIKE DESUWAAAA</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">Salome, shut the fuck up and hit this.</span>
Jimena tries to hand the joint to the Western Faction Leader, but it’s like an aerial refueling maneuver at thirty-eight thousand feet. The joint totally fucked her up; her eyes are infested with little red veins. But everything is possible with the power of friendship, and so Salome ends up with a joint, which she studies like an ancient relic.
Then she just blazes.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Salome</span>: <span class="mu-i">That’s some strong shit desuwa.</span>
Yet she doesn’t falter, serious, as expected of a Faction Leader. Petra comes running from inside the Tower.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Petra</span>: <span class="mu-i">What the fuck are you doing?! You are smoking?!</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">Yeah but you are pure so *cough* *cough* damn.</span>
Petra just stays there petrified as Salome hands Pomu the joint and Jimena tries to stand erect.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Petra</span>: <span class="mu-i">This is insane. All of you are… F-Faction Leader, please! Reimu is still out there! Please-</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Salome</span>: <span class="mu-i">Reimu is over there.</span>
Brow frown, eyes steady, Salome is perfectly serious as she points behind her. Petra follows the finger and, lo and behold, there’s Reimu Endou, lying on the ground. Petra gasps so hard that her whole chest puffs like that of a penguin’s.
