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■-■ <span class="mu-i">Erika Kruppman</span> ■-■
<span class="mu-g">-A pragmatic-hearted Magical Girl capable of limited omniscience.
-Her Magical Weapon is a book-shield.
-She wished to know everything.
-Captured after making a bet, Erika is about to meet someone very important.</span>
<span class="mu-s">F</span>orced marriage is okay sometimes. Erika finds herself in the ancient planetarium library of some wise wayward priest, dead for centuries. A transformed Magical Girl, by no means older than eleven years old, is lazily chewing on the head of a wet toothbrush. Underneath her leather cape, she looks very steampunk-ish. A little hat rests on the sides of her wood-brown hair, a simple gear resting on her head from which center comes out the top. Erika notices the dark circle on that hair: it resembles one of those black holes found in wood planks.
◙ Crow Knight: Toymaker, the Faction Leader sends this prisoner. And this letter.
◙ The Toymaker: So, even you now. I give up. ‘Toys’ it is.
Shooting a wary glance at Erika, the Toymaker picks up the envelope, carefully pries it open, and reads it aloud.
◙ The Toymaker: ‘Planet Cock.’ A riddle. But no time for that.
She walks up to the tall blonde and inspects her closely, going as far as to (not without some effort) lift her chin and even study her long, slender fingers one by one.
◙ Crow Knight: What are you doing?
◙ The Toymaker: I don’t know. Isn’t she pretty?
◙ Crow Knight: You are wasting seconds in the day of the Lion. May a blade find you for each.
◙ The Toymaker: If any blade finds me wouldn’t your day be over?
The Crow Knight walks away. Squinting at it, the Toymaker simply drags Erika away by the wrist. The super stern school council president is as meek as a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse.
◙ The Toymaker: I’m going to make a single Friend out of you, but this one will be special. Or ‘Toy’, as everyone has decided to call them. It’s always me against the world. That’s why I need Friends.
■-■ Erika: Sure, drill my skull or whatever.
◙ The Toymaker: Um, I’ll pass. Unless you are made of wood? Your face seems made of wood. No; you aren’t. That would be just perfect. What was your wish?
■-■ Erika: To know everything.
◙ The Toymaker: What torture. And what power did you gain as a result?
■-■ Erika: Omniscience. Limited, radial omniscience.
The Toymaker’s face reminds Erika of her own, ten years ago when she opened that Christmas present.
>Erika can’t do shit lmao.