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Two and a half seconds later, Miharu is back to normal.
Dumbbell: Try transforming for now.
Ӝ Miharu: Alright!
A flicker of light after, Miharu is transformed. What looks the most like what covers her torso would be a hard, thick, very short-sleeved, very cropped trench-coat, fully closed at the front with many star-like buttons; some sapphire, some ruby. Half scarlet, hard ocean blue in a stripped pattern, its colors glitter with intensity in contrast with the thin arms stretching almost from her shoulders, velvet black. Looking at the white gloves on her hands, Miharu stands and looks down. Fat jester bloomers hide the top of her thighs, as massive black boots hide what they can of her naked feet and legs.
Dumbbell claps.
Dumbbell: Miharu! You look amazing!
And yet, the girl she's talking about doesn't look happy in the slightest. One could say that the face between the two shiny moon earrings looks blank. Dejected, even.
Ӝ Miharu: ...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh...
Dumbbell: What's wrong?
Ӝ Miharu: Shouldn't this, like... have happened when Rin-chan was about to be stomped? Or while Dolores-san was fighting to save Marie-san from the Witch?
Dumbbell: I hope from the bottom of my heart that none of those things come to pass.
Ӝ Miharu: Yeah, but... this is anti-climatic!
Dumbbell: Miharu, um...
For a second there, Dumbbell looks widely awake.
Dumbbell: Oh.
Ӝ Miharu: What?
Dumbbell points at the Magical Girl's knee, which... is more just a ball joint than a knee. Even after several seconds, Miharu just keeps looking at it. Dumbbell stands as wel.
Dumbbell: Excuse me.
She grabs Miharu's forearm, almost wrapping her tiny hand around it, because it's a black, metallic tube.
Ӝ Miharu: ...WHAT?
Dumbbell: I had never
she grab's Miharu's other arm
Dumbbell: ever, seen, or even heard, about anything like this.
and then her forearm, moving it back and front to trigger the ball joint that Miharu has for an elbow now.
Who is actually suddenly radiant.
Ӝ Miharu: I'm unique! I'm a unique Magical Girl.
Dumbbell: Um... yes, I suppose. What is that?
She's pointing at a small white cable coming out of the back of Miharu's hand; it ends on her back. Miharu draws, from her back, an enormous cross shaped like two half moons back to back, from which tips come out the white cables connected to her
On a whim, she let's go of it in mid-air to see how much it weights.
It just stays there not even floating, simply stuck to the space.
