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- Location
- South Africa
Well, that's interesting to note. However, you have more urgent business. Mami is in a country which speaks a language she doesn't know. You need to fix that. You quickly copy Korean and insert it into her brain.
Once that is done, you turn your attention back to EROM. You send her a reply. "What's this new magical girl like? Mami just adopted a new magical girl. Is she the same girl you're talking about?"
After you send the message, EROM calls you. You answer and she says, "No. I know that you know about Bo. I'll send you a video of the new girl." It's quite a show.
"All right," you reply. "I'll take a look."
EROM sends you a video and you look at it. It shows a girl having her Soul Gem form right in front of a McDonald's. It's the same girl you once suggested add fries to her order, in front of the same McDonald's.
"I'm busy sorting out that mess right now," EROM says. "Thankfully, thanks to learning about guaranteed magic secrecy, I now know that it should be easy to cover up." Thank goodness. Otherwise, I'd be complaining about how much work this loads me with.
"Thanks, EROM," you say. "For now though, we've got other business. We're meeting Choi Mishil."
"Good luck with that," EROM replies. "She's never been particularly cooperative with my attempts to intimidate her prior to when we met." New buildings sprouting up aren't the easiest things to hide.
"Thanks again, EROM," you reply. "Bye!"
"Goodbye and good luck."
Natsume teleports the group of you to the outskirts of the city. Before you lies a brand new, upmarket residential area, full of spotless mansions. As you approach, you double check the address. The place you were told to go to, simply isn't there. Suddenly, pillars sprout out of the ground, enveloped in a golden glow. Walls, a floor and a ceiling grow out of the pillars. A large desk and a set of chairs form in the centre of the room. Walls surround you, blocking the exit to the road you walked down, though two doors form on the other side of the room as it furnishes itself. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling and lamps grow out the walls. Paintings form where there would normally be windows. The table and chairs lift onto a platform and stairs form on either side, with the narrower side facing you.
In through the two doors walk five magical girls. Two stand by the doors and the other three ascend to the platform. The centre girl take a seat while the last two stand on either side of her. "I am Choi Mishil," says the girl. "I believe you wished to speak to me?" And hopefully, this isn't a trap.
Mishil wears a yellow skirt held up by suspenders, a frilly, white blouse and a yellow beret, decked in flowers and ribbons.
You climb the stairs, one at a time, as that's all the space you've been given. There are enough seats, however, and you all sit down. "I do want to speak to you," you say. "May I ask what the focus of your group is?"
"That's simple enough," she replies, leaning back. "Each of us experienced dissatisfaction with our lives, prior to receiving magic. As we received magic, one of our problems were solved, and we received the power to help solve others. However, each of us received magic specialised in one area. Other magical girls would be better equipped to solve some of our problems. Even with magic, it isn't easy. Working together, we can create a community that supplies us with what we need, in a much better fashion than the authority figures that we have previously depended on, have already proven to lack the willingness or capability to provide us with satisfactory lives, and which have still had the audacity to demand we follow their rules. Well, now we have the power. We have magic. We don't need them anymore. We have each other. We can make our own rules. Any magical girl willing to use her skills to support our community is welcome to join us, and even to bring in loved ones, should she wish, as long as they commit to backing us, and our own rules. We have a new freedom, and it won't be taken away from us." Now, are you interested? Or are you here to sabotage our goals?
"I see," you say. "And what are your relationships with the other seven magical girl groups in the city like?"
Mishil sighs. "Well, Shadows Unseen keeps trying to recruit us, insisting that we should be working together and that our goals align, but I don't trust them. Especially not their leader. And they certainly don't seem to be working on anything similar to what we're doing."
"Southern Retribution complains that we're insufficiently patriotic and are making things easier for the North by dividing our forces."
"Tomorrow's Heralds whine all the time about us having responsibilities to those outside our inner circle. As if we should care about those unwilling to support us. We've got enough problems already."
"The Seekers want to expose magic. Which will no doubt be necessary eventually, but we don't want to draw attention before it is, and we can't announce our presence to the larger world before we can deal with the possibility of the government cracking down and crushing us as a minor group of treasonous rebels. So, yes. We clash.
"Secret Talent, Hidden Fairies and Treasure Keepers all pretty much just want to be left alone, which suits us fine. We want similar things. They're more aggressive about it than we are though and think we risk exposure too much, so yeah, they do tend to interfere with our projects." It's such a nuisance having to deal with all of these groups, but that's what I get for going into politics, I guess.
[] Talk
-[] To?
-[] About?
[] Attack!
-[] How?
[] Escape
-[] How?
[] Write-in
Once that is done, you turn your attention back to EROM. You send her a reply. "What's this new magical girl like? Mami just adopted a new magical girl. Is she the same girl you're talking about?"
After you send the message, EROM calls you. You answer and she says, "No. I know that you know about Bo. I'll send you a video of the new girl." It's quite a show.
"All right," you reply. "I'll take a look."
EROM sends you a video and you look at it. It shows a girl having her Soul Gem form right in front of a McDonald's. It's the same girl you once suggested add fries to her order, in front of the same McDonald's.
"I'm busy sorting out that mess right now," EROM says. "Thankfully, thanks to learning about guaranteed magic secrecy, I now know that it should be easy to cover up." Thank goodness. Otherwise, I'd be complaining about how much work this loads me with.
"Thanks, EROM," you say. "For now though, we've got other business. We're meeting Choi Mishil."
"Good luck with that," EROM replies. "She's never been particularly cooperative with my attempts to intimidate her prior to when we met." New buildings sprouting up aren't the easiest things to hide.
"Thanks again, EROM," you reply. "Bye!"
"Goodbye and good luck."
Natsume teleports the group of you to the outskirts of the city. Before you lies a brand new, upmarket residential area, full of spotless mansions. As you approach, you double check the address. The place you were told to go to, simply isn't there. Suddenly, pillars sprout out of the ground, enveloped in a golden glow. Walls, a floor and a ceiling grow out of the pillars. A large desk and a set of chairs form in the centre of the room. Walls surround you, blocking the exit to the road you walked down, though two doors form on the other side of the room as it furnishes itself. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling and lamps grow out the walls. Paintings form where there would normally be windows. The table and chairs lift onto a platform and stairs form on either side, with the narrower side facing you.
In through the two doors walk five magical girls. Two stand by the doors and the other three ascend to the platform. The centre girl take a seat while the last two stand on either side of her. "I am Choi Mishil," says the girl. "I believe you wished to speak to me?" And hopefully, this isn't a trap.
Mishil wears a yellow skirt held up by suspenders, a frilly, white blouse and a yellow beret, decked in flowers and ribbons.
You climb the stairs, one at a time, as that's all the space you've been given. There are enough seats, however, and you all sit down. "I do want to speak to you," you say. "May I ask what the focus of your group is?"
"That's simple enough," she replies, leaning back. "Each of us experienced dissatisfaction with our lives, prior to receiving magic. As we received magic, one of our problems were solved, and we received the power to help solve others. However, each of us received magic specialised in one area. Other magical girls would be better equipped to solve some of our problems. Even with magic, it isn't easy. Working together, we can create a community that supplies us with what we need, in a much better fashion than the authority figures that we have previously depended on, have already proven to lack the willingness or capability to provide us with satisfactory lives, and which have still had the audacity to demand we follow their rules. Well, now we have the power. We have magic. We don't need them anymore. We have each other. We can make our own rules. Any magical girl willing to use her skills to support our community is welcome to join us, and even to bring in loved ones, should she wish, as long as they commit to backing us, and our own rules. We have a new freedom, and it won't be taken away from us." Now, are you interested? Or are you here to sabotage our goals?
"I see," you say. "And what are your relationships with the other seven magical girl groups in the city like?"
Mishil sighs. "Well, Shadows Unseen keeps trying to recruit us, insisting that we should be working together and that our goals align, but I don't trust them. Especially not their leader. And they certainly don't seem to be working on anything similar to what we're doing."
"Southern Retribution complains that we're insufficiently patriotic and are making things easier for the North by dividing our forces."
"Tomorrow's Heralds whine all the time about us having responsibilities to those outside our inner circle. As if we should care about those unwilling to support us. We've got enough problems already."
"The Seekers want to expose magic. Which will no doubt be necessary eventually, but we don't want to draw attention before it is, and we can't announce our presence to the larger world before we can deal with the possibility of the government cracking down and crushing us as a minor group of treasonous rebels. So, yes. We clash.
"Secret Talent, Hidden Fairies and Treasure Keepers all pretty much just want to be left alone, which suits us fine. We want similar things. They're more aggressive about it than we are though and think we risk exposure too much, so yeah, they do tend to interfere with our projects." It's such a nuisance having to deal with all of these groups, but that's what I get for going into politics, I guess.
[] Talk
-[] To?
-[] About?
[] Attack!
-[] How?
[] Escape
-[] How?
[] Write-in
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