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◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">Heeeeeey, ladies! What’s up? What’s that tower?</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Millie</span>: <span class="mu-i">I thought the obelisk was the dick of Buenos Aires.</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Enna</span>: <span class="mu-i">Bitch, you are the dick of Buenos Aires.</span>
West-siders, the middle ground; the girls that don’t give a fuck. Anyone is free to join their faction and make friends only as long as they don’t judge. Thus, unlike the East and its strict view on Magical Girls, and unlike the North’s and its strict views on /not/ acting like Magical Girls, the West decided that not caring was easier and to welcome everyone instead. And there you have it, the biggest faction by far, riddles with internal strife and conflicts.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">No, really, who the fuck are you?</span>
The School Council President steps forward.
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">You are invited to the Tower on the neutral grounds for a mandatory regarding the security of the Magical Girl Community of Buenos Aires(MGC-BA).</span>
The four girls of the West that reared their head share glances with each other.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">A mandatory what?</span>
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">What else, a meeting.</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Pomu</span>: <span class="mu-i">A meeting?</span>
They chatter among themselves for a few seconds.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Millie</span>: <span class="mu-i">What is the MACBA? Never heard of that.</span>
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">The Magical Girl Community of Buenos Aires: M. G. C. Dash. B. A.</span>
◄ <span class="mu-s">Enna</span>: <span class="mu-i">Bitch, that doesn’t exist, I’ve been pushing this rock for three years.</span>
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">It does.</span>
The silence is deafening. It’s something about the way she said it, Erika knows, but it’s Jimena that understands. It takes time for the chatter to rise from the ashes, yet now does so on a full scale, the whispers stacking and stacking like a tower of cards, lingering like the calm before the storm only to, as many more Magical Girls come out and show the sun their face, turn into a tornado of questions.
<span class="mu-i">“So there’s like a whole organization behind this?!”
“What happened to the neutral zone?”
“Where is the Labyrinth that was here?”
“We need the Coordinator! Where is A?!”
“What the fuck even ARE those things that fly?!”
“What the hell is that Tower?!”
“Wait, why are they even attacking?!”
“It’s the Order of the End you dumbass!”
“But why now?!”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Reimu is acting weird! Somebody help me!”
“I can hear what that bitch is thinking and I'm getting depressed too!”
“Yeah bitch now you know too!”</span>
…Erika doesn’t miss the point of the context. There is still too much that she doesn’t know about the situation. She doesn’t even know the true gravity of what Lily Evans Haze implied, and the reality is that much of what they’ve been told has to be taken in blind faith.
Yet as a member of the organization that’s inviting them in, why of course- she’s expected to answer.
