The Adventures of Magical Girl SugarRush: Episode 1.5
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The world has another side, one with secret societies and hidden powers vying for control. But it is not merely humans, nay. For millennia, creatures which a modern man considers fables have been battling in the shadows, both within their own, and others.
Only the Magical Girls can slay the demons of humanity's suffering, and clean up the supernatural messes along the way!
Following next, a newly minted magical girl has to prove herself.
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(Previously On)
Our nameless heroine went clubbing, the experience was electrifying, perhaps overly so. One broken window later and a chase through the city with an unknown pursuer. Our heroine was, in the end, protected by a chance encounter with a magical girl and her good ‘friends’.
A choice was offered, and she accepted. Delving deep into her own soul and meeting a mysterious Broker, one known as Sugar. With Sugar’s help, she unlocked her inner powers, crystallizing her soul and becoming Magical Girl SugarRush!
Now, alongside her magical girl sisters, SugarRush is in the midst of her first transformation. Right before they delve into the storm drain tunnels and slay any manifestation of suffering which lies inside.
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Light shines all around you, your hands linked with the Leader and Shadow, Jacky across from you.
All are warped, in a way, Leader bound in a silver, Shadow consumed by flame, and Jacky shattered into reflections.
But what of you? Sugar? One ever chasing? Grasping for stars in the sky?
You feel a warmth wrap around you from behind, like a blanket giving you a loving hug. Your lungs take in a breath, and the strong, yet not overpowering smell of confectionary.
The hug wraps further, around your chest, down your limbs, but you feel no discomfort, only the slightest hint of ever present longing. Even as the hug becomes tighter, and static plays across your skin, you can’t bring yourself to panic.
The tension builds amidst the whole group, your hands still held tight, but all look different. Shadow’s arms covered in wave of soot, hands cracked like broken charcoal, and from her palm, you feel spark of heat, one which is reflected deep in her eyes, while the rest of her form remains clothes in a pristine white dress.
Leader’s form, you saw before, but seeing her transform makes it seem much different. A tight silver lace wrapping around her flesh, binding more than tight, the flesh looks choked, but her face is a mask of calm.
Jacky was the most violent. Like a shattered mirror she broke, hands barely fragments hanging on, her flesh a cloud of shards with her crystallized soul in the middle. And on the soul, shard by shard, a form was build, a form… exactly like the one she wore before.
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