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The single finger Salome rises towards the end-all cloud of Toys, clad in tiny, fancy gothic armor, ends in a sharp claw that points straight at the Magical Girl among them. A ghost. Her white hair curls so much that the whole thing looks like a high-class mustache resting on her head. She's bearing the peace of the dead in those white eyes as she dashes along the soaring horde regardless, bouncing from roof to roof with no hesitation. Just like her, every single Magical Girl near the Violet Tower forgoes any measure of modesty and caution to relocate their asses to the insides of the Tower, in the least heroic fashion imaginable.
Except for Petra Gurin. Who stays.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Petra</span>: <span class="mu-i">Reimu! Reimu! Reimu isn’t going to make it.</span>
Only Erika and the Faction Leader of the West, Salome, notice her lonely stand. Unaware that Reimu is in peace, Petra heads in the /opposite/ direction
◄ <span class="mu-s">Petra</span>: <span class="mu-i">Reimu! Hurry! Come on!</span>
as if a thousand million Toys weren't out for her head. Much like her, Jimena bulldozes her way outside through the incoming west-siders like a rugby player buried in debts, all of which call her names her Dad didn't give her.
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">The fuck are you doing out here?!</span>
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">Salome! Can that lesbian make it on her own?!</span>
<span class="mu-s">Salome & Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">No! (desuwa).</span>
Salome and Erika share a look.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Salome</span>: <span class="mu-i">Petra motivates people desuwa!</span>
Like an instant cowboy lasso, just add water, Jimena wraps her right arm around Salome two times over before the Faction Leader even notices.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Salome</span>: <span class="mu-i">Is this your kink desuwa?</span>
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">God, shut the fuck up! I can bounce you back! Go get her!!</span>
Hesitating half a nanosecond, Salome launches herself towards the lone Petra standing in front of the wood tsunami that swallowed her friend, as Erika notices the spider-like Toys stabbing the floor like machine guns getting more detailed.
◄ <span class="mu-s">Petra</span>: <span class="mu-i">Reimu! REI-!</span>
Erika then winces at the raw brutality of the karate chop that rag-dolled cute little Petra straight against the pavement, as Jimena can’t help but whistle. The president of the MGC-BA sincerely wonders if the little penguin look-alike looks alive, as Salome takes hold of the girl. Even reality can’t be that harsh. The two girls of the West stand alone on a concrete beach, prey to the encroaching darkness, yet Salome stands firmly as Jimena uses her arms to slingshot herself towards the exaggeratedly pretty door
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">SWEET F</span>
and drags every single one of Salome’s drills with her. The door swallows them both like a frog catching a fly with its tongue. Thankful for not being on the other side of that entrance right now, giving the tide one last glance, Erika follows suit into the Violet Tower.
“WILL HER ATTITUDE FIT THROUGH THE DOOR?”
“HELLO MOUNT EVEREST”
Yet not before the ghosts on the walls fuck with her one last time.
