DracoDracul
Transbian Communist
- Location
- Austin
- Pronouns
- She/They
Thw merch also something that was in the Sailor Moon show. Like there was a Sailor V video game and Sailor Scout plushies at the arcade.
🦋 Team Butterfly Forever 🦋
- Thread starter open_sketch
- Start date
- Original Mature Novel
10ebbor10
DON'T PANIC
- Location
- Present
Hmmm.
See, I was wondering why this hasn't come up before. Like, surely she has measured something before.
Is it because she thought that if you estimate from american buildings, the trick works in Imperial units?
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
she would always just tell the members of her group who taught her the trick, who would convert it to miles for her. she gave it no further thought than that and was glad to be contributing. she genuinely thinks a klick is a unit of measurement in relation to one's thumb
our beloved donut head possesses a vary particular set of skills
NotInventedHere
MSV, Desert Class
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Eve, you absolute nitwit.
Great chapter as always, sketch.
- Location
- Soviet Canuckistan
Oh Eve, you delightful dunce. In this more than any other point in the story, she feels very Usagi.
- Location
- in the trash
November 11th, 2004
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
Content Warnings
This chapter takes place during a school lockdown drill.
Mind control. A non-consensual kiss. Injury and the threat of death.
This chapter takes place during a school lockdown drill.
Mind control. A non-consensual kiss. Injury and the threat of death.
November 11th, 2004
Eve closed the door as quickly as she could without slamming it, her hand going to where a lock would be, if this were a sensible place to hide. Whimpering, she turned to press her back to the door, her hand reaching to her neck to fish out the butterfly necklace.Kimiyo was there, standing in the middle of the bathroom, something glinting in her hand.
"Eve, what the hell are you doing here? Get back to class!" Kimiyo hissed, hastily withdrawing her hand to her pocket. "It's not safe."
"I-I was looking for you!" Eve stammered, glancing over her shoulder as if the door weren't in the way. They both stopped, listening to footsteps echoing on the tile outside. Kimiyo moved slowly toward the corner of the room, watching her friend closely, weighing her options.
"Stay quiet. Don't cry," Kimiyo whispered. Eve nodded, trying and mostly failing to get her breathing under control. "It's going to be okay."
Some of the footsteps were getting closer. Not all of them, but some. There were muted voices.
"They're coming," Eve said. She reached back to her necklace, pointing to one of the stalls with her other, shaking hand. "Kimmy, hide in there, don't come out no matter what, okay?"
Kimiyo looked at her in confusion, then caught a glimpse of the gold around her friend's neck. She'd seen the necklace, of course, Eve had been so proud; Kimiyo had no idea how she'd come by such an heirloom, but was certain she didn't know what it really was, she hadn't felt the same power Kimiyo had felt when she lifted her from her mother's jewellery box.
There was no way it was her. Eve and Ward couldn't be more different.
Kimiyo took a deep breath, the way her mother taught her, to calm and center herself. Eve was trying to comfort herself with her good luck charm, that was all. The magic would protect her identity so long as nobody saw her transform, it would make excuses, her own mother couldn't recognize her. Maybe being in the stall would be enough to keep the secret.
She was about to move when there was a bang from the door opposite, the boy's bathroom, being shoved open. Eve and Kimiyo jumped on the spot, and Eve shrieked involuntarily. Something slammed against the door.
As one, the two girls thrust their hands in the air.
"For the Kaleidoscope Crown! Transform!"
"Unmei no Ito yo, Waga o Michibike! Henshin!"
Twin novas of light burnt in the tiny room, amber and crimson drowning out the sickly white light of humming fluorescents. Floating in the void as the dress tailored itself around her and the armour panels slid into place, Eve forced her eyes open against the overwhelming light and saw a second figure rising alongside her, a skirt and long wraparound top being woven thread by thread around her body. Their eyes met in the maelstrom as Eve reached out, and Butterfly Ward grasped the Razor tight in her gauntlets.
The world snapped back into place as Butterfly Ward's steel-plated heels and Butterfly Sage's split-toe boots touched the ground. They had just a moment to stare at each other in shock before the door burst open.
The creature that entered the room looked like a police officer, a woman in a navy blue uniform with yellow cuffs, a peaked cap askew on her head, but it was already changing. Its face was growing distorted, eyes black pits, teeth lengthening into steel fangs. Its head snapped to the side with an inhuman twitch.
"THE KNIGHTS ARE H-"
Butterfly Ward crashed shield-first into the creature, crushing the flimsy steel-wrapped door and tearing apart the metal and cinderblock of the door frame as the two were carried out into the hall. What was left of the demon's human guise was torn away by the friction of being dragged between the shield and the wall, the jagged steel of its body scraping paint and concrete with its passage.
Ward gave another shove that drove the awful thing an inch into the cinderblock wall, reared back her hand, and smashed her gauntlet through its razor maw. Molten steel splattered against her glasses, leaving wisps of smoke trailing off her skin.
She turned to face the footsteps behind her just in time to see another officer be wrapped in a dozen red cords and get pulled full-force against what was left of the wall, the impact leaving behind the false flesh around its skull in the indent. Then she felt something rake against the armour on her shoulder, sparks flying; the demon was still moving, forcing its way out from behind her shield with jerky, almost insectoid motions up the wall. Everything human about it was long-gone; it was just a hateful spur of twisted shrapnel, its maw oozing red-hot slag.
It kicked hard against Ward's shield, sending her sliding across the floor, the vinyl floor tiles shattering with her passage. The demon threw itself across the hall and was met with Ward's shield, foam ceiling tiles jumping from their rests and crashing down around them in plumes of dust. Three rapid blows of the demon's claws shook the shield before one found purchase, a clawed finger hooking into the loophole and pulling down hard.
Ward was dragged down face-first into the demon's rising knee and staggered back, a crack in her glasses as she released her shield from her arm. She squared up, gauntlets raised defensively, and caught a brief glimpse of the second demon tearing off the strings binding it and diving through the door.
"Sage!" she called, then was forced back as her foe drove a claw for her face. They kept getting faster and tougher, better materials, smarter, more ruthless; an Umbra or Ardor would have fizzled by now, but this one didn't even seem slowed.
She caught its next jab by the wrist and twisted, stamping down on its foot so it couldn't move with it, and with an ear-splitting scream of rending metal the material twisted wrong at the elbow. She released the grip and drove another hard punch across the demon's ruined face, sending it sprawling.
She planted a knee onto its shoulder, drove her elbow into its neck to keep it there, and raised a hand.
"Dawn's Ray Touch!" she called. A ribbon of light danced around her outstretched palm, radiating from the amber gems. Motes of light billowed out between her fingers as she brought her hand into a fist, and promptly drove it directly through the small of the demon's back.
It didn't fall so much as splash into a puddle of burning liquid metal, fusing into the vinyl composite flooring. She recoiled, brushing the red-hot slag off her dress.
"Eewwwugh! Hot, fuck, ow!" She shook the last of the smoking fragments out of the knuckles of her gauntlets, the smouldering droplets hissing as they hit the floor.
There was a crash somewhere inside the bathroom, and Ward suddenly snapped back to reality. She raced to the door, snatching her shield up on the way, sliding across the broken floor and crashing against the wall. Her sabatons splashed across the rapidly forming puddle as she grabbed one of the loose ends of a floating string and pulled herself forward.
"Butterfly Sage!"
She threw herself into a flying slam that drove the metallic demon off the prone figure. The two of them crashed through the wall and spilled through the drywall on the other side; there were screams and a clatter of panic as Mr. Wilkenson's chemistry class, sheltering in the corner of the room, recoiled from the newcomers.
Ward drew back, alternating impacts from her gauntlet and the edge of the shield, over and over, long past the point the clang of metal on metal had become the dull thuds of impacts against the thick concrete floor. She stopped, breathing hard, face stained with tears and ash as she looked up and around the classroom. Three dozen stunned, horrified sophomores and one slack-jawed teacher stared back.
"Sorry about the wall," Ward said weakly, picking herself up, the liquid metal dripping away in sheets. She glanced back at Sage, stirring weakly on the tile, on the other side of two layers of cinderblocks and insulation foam.
"What's happening?" somebody asked; a lot of people had, but this was the first time the words registered as words. She tried to form an explanation; it's not a lockdown drill, it's a harvest, moving through the halls, spreading anxiety and fear and dread for when this might happen for real, searching lockers for butterfly necklaces. Taking pieces of everyone here, pieces they might never get back.
She couldn't form the words and couldn't spare the time. She turned and ducked back through the wall, squeezing through the space made by her shield to Sage's side. There was a small red cloud swirling in the film of water that had built up on the floor, and Ward felt a wave of nausea.
"Sage? Are you okay?" Ward asked, sinking to her side. Butterfly Sage looked at her, eyes focusing slowly as she blinked.
"I'm fine. Just cut my leg," she hissed. "I saw two more of them at the office, I think, and Thornheart. Other side of the school, third story. Go, I'm right behind you." Ward didn't move, not until Sage pushed her away. "Go! Stop being such an idiot, people need you!"
Ward stumbled back, shaken, but nodded and began to move. She raced out through the hall, crashing through the doors to the stairway without bothering to open them, up the stairs four at a time in bounding strides. Second story, third story, the door crashing off its hinges as she spilled out into the hall.
They were on her immediately. She threw her shield in the path of the first and the second crashed into her legs, sending her end over end. She rolled into it with a grace she couldn't exactly account for and sprang back up, slapping aside one of the false officer's blows and crashing her shield into its chest. A bladed claw scraped off the black plate of her cuirass and she gave ground, leaping back down the hall and landing lightly, anything to keep from being surrounded.
The two metallic, skeletal monsters advanced, shedding the last of their human cladding. Behind them, dressed in a fine suit, was a man who, despite the magic that blurred his identity, was surely Prince Thornheart, watching with an amused smile playing on his lips.
Subtly, behind her shield, Ward gently pulled at the hilt of the Razor. The lock at the top of the scabbard held firm. Not today, it seemed.
The first demon launched itself forward and Ward pirouetted aside, letting it stumble past. She completed the twirl by bringing the edge of her shield into the knees of the second; it tumbled upside down and clattered hard against the lockers. The metal doors crumpled like aluminum cans, and a bang accompanied a combination lock shearing from the impact.
Ward turned to face her first opponent just in time to see it stumble and collapse forward, a slip of silver withdrawing from its chest and drawing a perfect line at neck height. The decapitated monster melted in a pillar of acrid smoke as Prince Rose stepped around it, pulling his cape clear of the flames as he bowed.
"Apologies for my tardiness, Butterfly Ward," he said, smiling warmly. A fuzzy, warm joy sparked in Ward's chest as her mysterious protector elegantly whipped his sword aside to clear the molten metal clinging to it and took up position beside her. His confident smile made her feel invincible.
The last demon snarled, charged, and came apart in an instant, caught between sword and shield.
"Ward, leave Thornheart to me," Prince Rose said, flicking his sword neatly across the reaching, grasping claw of the dissolving creature without taking his eyes off the man in the suit. "Not that I doubt you, but we have history."
"You again. Who are you!" the man called, tearing his suit aside and allowing Prince Thornheart to emerge from the scraps, falchion in hand.
Ward sent a questioning glance to Prince Rose.
"... history he doesn't remember. It's complicated."
"Okay," Ward said, backing away. She didn't think she should, a hero shouldn't back down from a fight, but she knew she was missing something.
Prince Rose raised his sabre in salute, drawing back into a low stance, and Prince Thornheart matched the gesture, his blade resting on his shoulder as he circled. They spent some time pacing, watching, neither side moving, waiting for a cue.
When they moved, it was a blur, even to her. Steel and silver traced the air in complex patterns, back and forth, step and counter-step, a beautiful and horrid dance. It wasn't like the movies, no flourishes or leaps or spins, no roars of effort, none of the power and momentum she'd come to associate with fighting. Just a steady metronome of metal glancing off metal, clack-clack-clack, stepping in perfect time. Rapid movement inside a swirl of billowing capes.
She did spot the moment, the mistake, as it happened. An angle wrong, a blade inside instead of outside, and a drop of red glistening in the air as the very tip of Prince Rose's sword found the smallest gap in Thornheart's armour. It was nearly gentle.
One Prince stumbled and fell, tangled in his cloak, and the other stood, sword poised to thrust, and waited.
"Yield," Prince Rose ordered. Prince Thornheart released his sword, raising his hands.
As the fabric fell away from his other hand, Ward saw the flash of mirrored glass a moment too late.
"Prince Rose-!" Ward cried, leaping to her feet. Racing across the hall, cold terror and grief settled in her chest. The Prince stood, locked in his victorious pose, sword and gaze held perfectly still as Prince Thornheart rose, drawing a dark knife from his belt. The slip of silver clattered to the floor, and Prince Rose slumped to after it.
Ward's hand was locked closed around her the hilt of the Razor, moments from drawing it into a strike, eyes locked with the endless depths of the mirror. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't look away, couldn't at least look at her Prince.
"Do not move, Butterfly Ward. Not a muscle," Prince Thornheart instructed. He lowered the mirror, a smile curling across his face as Butterfly Ward stayed in place, a statue. His hand, shaking slightly, came up and brushed her cheek, leaving a smear of his blood behind. "You have been very troublesome."
Ward fixed her eyes on her Prince, stirring weakly on the floor. The mirror suppressed even the shiver of disgust that fought and died at the base of her spine as he pressed his lips to hers.
He stood back, a foul smirk on his face, oblivious to the rope coiling in place behind him. He opened his mouth to say something, and the rope snapped around his neck.
Ward fell, muscles still not her own, but she pushed herself to her Prince with every ounce of her strength. She caught sight of a limping figure making her way up the hall, hand outstretched. The form of Prince Thornheart was dragged along the floor toward her, twisting desperately in his cloak. He grasped his falchion, fighting to his feet as the edge of his blade slipping under the coil binding his neck. One slice, and he would be free.
Then he stopped, eyes locked forward. Before him, reflecting his visage back, the silver mirror hung in a web of strings. The ropes creaked with tension as they pulled tighter.
"On your knees, Prince Thornheart," Butterfly Sage ordered.
There was a ruffle of fabric as Prince Rose threw up his cloak, and the scene vanished. When it settled, Butterfly Ward and Prince Rose were lying on the roof under the grey sky. Rain pattering against them in sheets, wind whipping across the roof as Butterfly Ward pulled her Prince into her arms.
"I'm okay, I'll be okay," Prince Rose gasped, reaching his hand to his side. He winced. "That's not great…"
"Prince Rose, hold on. I'll… pressure, pressure on the wound…" She desperately pressed her hand against the wound, eliciting a groan of pain from her Prince. "I'll pick you up, get you to a hospital, it doesn't look too bad, we can-"
"I-I must issue a correction. It's not the wound, it's what did it. Demon blade, like their constructs. Poison," he gasped, then smiled. "Of a sort. Nothing to harm you, but I'm… somewhat more mortal. I crafted those for her, last time. She must have found somebody else…"
Ward sagged hopeless across her Prince's chest. The words didn't make sense, but she got the important part.
"No… is there…" she asked.
"None that we have access to, I think," he said. "H-hey. Don't cry."
"D-don't? How am I supposed to do this without you?" she asked. A soft white glove, stained red, found her gauntlet, and she felt the caress of his fingers through the steel.
"You don't need me. You never did," he said. Ward glanced desperately around, for something, anything. Trying to think, cursing herself for being so stupid. Hating herself for being so stupid. "This was always… just a stupid dream."
"Hang on, I… I think-" she begged, trying to piece it together.
"W-Ward…" her Prince gasped. Like what demons are made of, the metal that hates, life without life. Of course it was poison, it was so antithetical to the world that it burnt away when her magic touched it. "May I beg… just one…"
Her Prince gripped the armour of her shoulder, head weak, slumping back.
"I'm so dumb," she muttered, the answer reaching her all at once. She gripped his shoulder with her free hand to pull him upright, steadying herself. "Bright Star Aura!"
As the nova roared to life around her, she sank down, and pressed her lips to his.
It was not pleasant. There was a coppery taste of blood. She pushed past it and held the kiss as long as she could stand, then pulled away, unwittingly lifting her other hand off the now-absent wound.
As Prince Rose sat up and slumped against her shoulder, she sighed in relief. That would have been really stupid and gross if it hadn't worked! She cradled her Prince's head in her hands, glad the rain would disguise the tears.
"Okay, well, now I know what to do next time you get hurt," she said with a smile. Of course she had healing kisses, that's made perfect sense. Next time Rose or Sage gets injured, she could kiss it better!
"I think I should prefer not being at death's door next time," Prince Rose complained weakly.
"Oh. Um… w-we could probably arrange something?" Ward managed, feeling her face go hot. Then she perked up. "Oh, Sage is hurt! I can-"
She shivered as she got a brief flash of the scene downstairs.
"... on second thought, that can wait."
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Eve. Sweetie. Your first thought was when you found out you had healing kisses was using them on Sage and Rose. Why did it take you until the final battle to figure it out, you bisexual disaster.
Also, back in the present, this is the time to share your anxieties and fears, Eve! Kimmie obviously loves you enough that having a huge Rent free apartment where you could possibly all live means almost nothing compated to staying with you. You're all adults. I won't stand for it. I absolutely won't stand for Mature Magical Girls having Teenage Misunderstanding Drama™. She's not breaking up with you Donuts-for-Brains. But you almost certainly need to ask what happened between her and Amara. The anger she had at your Other Third was concerning.
Also, back in the present, this is the time to share your anxieties and fears, Eve! Kimmie obviously loves you enough that having a huge Rent free apartment where you could possibly all live means almost nothing compated to staying with you. You're all adults. I won't stand for it. I absolutely won't stand for Mature Magical Girls having Teenage Misunderstanding Drama™. She's not breaking up with you Donuts-for-Brains. But you almost certainly need to ask what happened between her and Amara. The anger she had at your Other Third was concerning.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Well, bisexual OR egg detector.
NotInventedHere
MSV, Desert Class
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Look out, Butterfly Knights! It's a servant of evil! And she's also a demon!
Amara: "So, that was the moment I started suspecting I might be a girl."
"Because you wanted to be her as well as to kiss her?"
"No, because I was kissing a girl and I was in an open_sketch fic. That usually means you're also a girl."
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
i like when girlLook out, Butterfly Knights! It's a servant of evil! And she's also a demon!
Amara: "So, that was the moment I started suspecting I might be a girl."
"Because you wanted to be her as well as to kiss her?"
"No, because I was kissing a girl and I was in an open_sketch fic. That usually means you're also a girl."
- Pronouns
- He/Him
tbf, girls...
A Disaster none the less. Which is fitting because she's the Butterfly Queen.
I want it to be both just because it's funnier to me. Trans this man's gender now.
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
- Location
- Great Khanate of Scotland
- Pronouns
- She/Her
This chapter was surprisingly difficult for me because it reminded me almost too strongly of lockdown drills/one active shooter scare (that turned out to be a false alarm) when I was in high school. I thought for a hot second Butterfly Ward was going to have to fight an actual school shooter.
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- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
I'm sorry, I need to work a little harder on my content warnings. I used to be better about it, but I think my calibration for what needs warnings got thrown out of wack in the last little while. I'll start asking my friends for suggestions on what to warn about before posting, would that be better?
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- Location
- Argentina
no update today, i'm heading off to play An RPGs, but i want to show off something that's pretty silly and should show you how disproportionately seriously i'm taking this extremely stupid thing
see this?
I had a 500 pages bible for story that barely reached 100 pages before I abandoned it.
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- She/Her
This continues to be great 💙
A healing egg-breaking kiss is wonderful 💙💙💙
A healing egg-breaking kiss is wonderful 💙💙💙
- Pronouns
- They/Them/She/Her
So at first I was thinking something along the lines of "Did anything happen? And anger? I thought maybe she was just having difficult emotions regarding Eve and Amara still living together while she's across an ocean."MercyGrace said:
...Buuuut. Then thinking on that, some maybe-connections formed:
IIRC it was mentioned in the prologue that Kimiyo somehow found her necklace in the family jewellery; at the time, I think I may have just assumed that it had been magiced in there recently or the like...open_sketch said:
...But now I'm thinking that maybe not only was that necklace not placed there recently, Kimiyo wasn't the first one to use it either.open_sketch said:
Though, um. IIRC I also assumed she was indeed going to stay, until reading multiple people in the comments saying it was clearly otherwise and pointing out the signs.
I don't exactly claim to be a master of social dynamics, yeah.
Stage 1: "Oh, good point!"DragonCobolt said:
Stage 2: "Wait, didn't she find a man on the plane attractive?"
Stage 3: "...Wait, though, do we know that was actually a man?"
And, checking:
[looks suspiciously at that "weirdly"]open_sketch said:
As an aside, this story has made me realize that maybe my calibration for what counts as a normal level of queerness is a bit off.
"I wonder when the reason for the 'relentlessly hyperqueer' tag is going to show up? So far the most we have is a three-person lesbian polycule where one of the members is trans and at least one other is bi*, and... actually wait that probably is really queer by most people's standards isn't it."
*I hadn't thought of the egg detector explanation.
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- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
also its not spoilers to say literally every single member of team butterfly is some kinda queer. they used to joke that it was a prerequisite to use magic.
Well, that's... queer.
No, I'm not apologizing. This setup begged for a pun abusing the old meaning of 'queer'
Righteous Ham
Airship Enthusiast
There's a line describing how when Butterfly Ward transforms, she's got her own personal orchestra. This got me wondering a few things:
- What song does Eve hear?
- Do all the girls get their own songs?
- If yes, do the songs reveal some fundamental or core truth about their character?
transformation music
New
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
i mean, like, it probably sounded something like this
i'll admit i haven't thought about it much, but the way the magic works is very personal and shaped by their expectations, so thinking on it...
- Eve imagined herself as something between a superhero and a Disney Princess, so she probably hears a swelling modern orchestra. though i will say i listen to the Outer Senshi theme on repeat when I write Butterfly Ward doing cool shit.
- 14 year old Kimiyo felt similarly, but also strongly associates her powers with the fact her butterfly necklace is a family heirloom, which in turn she associates with her parents jazzy music collection, so i'm guessing it's closest to the OG sailor moon soundtrack.
- Brigid's probably sounded distinctly like a contemporary video game soundtrack, which is the mindset she took into it.
- Riley's probably sounded like her mom's riot grrrl and it fucking ruled.
- And Esmé heard something like this.
So like, "hey 14 year old kid, what music would you want accompanying your entrance in a movie to tell people who you are?" and they answered "pretty princess!", "tenuous childhood connection to assert my identity!", "i've read the strategy guide!", "fuck you, old man!", and "golly gee, mister, a movie, starring lil' ol' me?"
... if you can't tell, i have a *lot* of fun reinventing the sailor senshi for this story. like, this is a sailor moon fanfic with the serial numbers filed off, yes, but i'm using a big goddamn file.
and yes, obviously that's what Shadow Butterfly heard.
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- They/Them/She/Her
And then off to the side is Prince Rose being Definitely Very Cishet but thinking that maybe he's more jealous of magic than he thought, since obviously there's no other reason he could possibly find the idea of being a queer magical girl appealing.open_sketch said:
...Though joking aside, now I'm wondering when and how "he" did realize that pronoun was missing a leading s.
Hah. Now I'm recalling Kid Me, IIRC completely unaware of the newer meaning (despite this being IIRC sometime around 2003-2005), in innocent earnest using the older meaning in a middle school paper. I don't recall anyone ever commenting on it to me, but I do wonder now what the teacher thought when grading it.Mithrill said:
Oh, it occurs to me that people who enjoy this story may enjoy this webcomic:open_sketch said:
Sleepless Domain - Chapter 1 - Cover
Sleepless Domain is a comic about an isolated city in the middle of a dangerous world filled with monsters. During the day, the city is perfectly safe. At night, however, the populace locks themselves inside as the city streets fill with monsters. The only ones who can combat these creatures are...
...And now I'm a bit annoyed I can't figure out what I'd have used. Don't seem to have many actual memories of being 14, at the very least not ones leaping to mind, and I'm more having to reconstruct things. Or trying to, but while I'm having a relatively easy time with what music I'd have access to and like, what I'd pick/want for that... [shrugs]. But becoming a magical girl at 14 would have been a pretty significant divergence in my life, so with that and as little as I remember about what I was actually like, perhaps it's not that surprising. Eh; oh well.
Glad you're having fun with it.