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Ash considered her options carefully. She hadn’t the faintest clue what these beasts were capable of, or if they were a threat at all, though given Darumi’s description they probably were aggressive. She stayed in hiding but raised her gun. If even one of them entered her chosen building, she would pull the trigger

They did seem like they were milling about, for the most part, even if they were steadily getting closer. They didn't already have a read on Ash's vitals, did they? If they did, they didn't show it very well.

Suddenly, something fell out from above Ash. Another invader jumped out, almost right in front of her. But it wasn't facing her, instead facing the first squad. Then another, then another. So close, if she even breathed wrong, they would notice. But they ambled on towards the more distant group.

One of the packs of these creatures was moving right on top of her to join the first.

Ash had to leave, fast. She could only stay unnoticed for so long.

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Tsubasa should be a massive, utterly shameless glutton

She deserves it

Tsubasa stammered. "I-I'm not really capable of being shamele-"

Grooowwwwwlll... Tsubasa tensed all over as she felt her entire body, along with the scooter she was riding on, vibrate. It felt like a mini-earthquake for a second there.

"S-so what if I haven't had anything in a while? I just need a liter of melted chocolate as a pick me up! Th-that's all..."

And don't tease her if she gets a little (okay a lot) streaming down from her mouth to her chins, okay?

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Thinking massive glutton Tsubasa thoughts...

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Taking preemptive measures, Ash ducked into some of the ruins and hid in the shadows. She withdrew her gun from inside her jacket, a revolver with 8 bullets, each thaumaturgically enhanced to pierce even the toughest metals. She didn’t have infinite bullets so she opted to remain in stealth until she absolutely had to fight. She slowed her breathing…and waited

Slowly, the group of creatures started to pool up together in the distance. Three, at first, then six, then twelve. Larger ones appeared. Some with large claws. Others with bulbous growths jutting from their heads, like hair. A larger one, two stories tall and about the size of a truck, with a huge crushing slab in place of a proper hand. Their various bright, popping colors felt weirdly comforting, like children's toys. Yet all of them were covered with tiny smudges of blood.

They seemed like they were coming close, but as a huge group, especially with the bigger one in tow. Their movement was aimless. These... definitely fit the description of what Darumi was talking about, even if she didn't describe them very well.

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"Hmmm, chicken, I suppose?" Duly noted on the masochism thing. That was a good sign, by her metric. She watched Monika cook in the mean time, twirling the several thoughts regarding this strange, green-eyed woman in her head.

"Nothing closet about it~" Ah, the unstoppable force has met the immovable wall. Monika winks at Kurara as she gets some peppers frying and steaming. "¿Quieres chicken or beef in these?"

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✉️ For Hiruko!

"Exemplary as always, Kurara." Hiruko spoke flatly, pushing the empty plate to the other. Her enormous gut had long broken free of her black blouse, its steamy mass flopped atop her lap. "Was this... all you had to show me?"

"T-thank you... A-and no, there are other batches... I-I'll get them right away."

"Hmmph..." Hiruko simply sat back and glowered, unmoved, even if her growling belly was indeed growling for more. "As objectively spectacular as your curry might be, I'm growing a tad bored of this. Please exercise a little imagination next time."

"Eeeep! You're not the boss of me, you know!!!" Kurara resisted even as she fled back into the kitchen. Why was the usually boisterous, spitting image of an egocentric noblewoman so threatened?

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A couple days have passed since her…interaction with Tsubasa and Darumi, something that had her employers wondering, and I quote; “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Regardless, Ash was back at the academy, briefly talking with Tsubasa before walking off. She didn’t have a specific goal in mind, she just had to snoop, see if she can find anything, which brought her to some ruins

The ruins of an enormous city seemed to stretch out from around Last Defense Academy all around. Most of the ruins looked blasted by explosive artillery, or suddenly abandoned. Shopping centers, cosmetics stores, banks, libraries, all of them reduced to states of destruction. Patches of purple flames consumed several of the roads, as if escaping from the very earth; the very same ones that surrounded the school in its protective barrier. They seemed to ignore the terrain around them, one of them even bursting out of the middle of a small pond.

It's not like the ruins were devoid of life, however. Grass and dandelions squeezed its way up to the surface between the cracks in the concrete. Gourds and berry bushes grew defiantly out of the sidewalks and asphalt roads. And in the distance, Ash could make out a forest, past all of the skyscrapers, conifer trees extending up the slope of a short mountain.

And, in the distance, she could hear some kind of garbled speech; Like words that were being squeezed out of mangled, half-drowned vocal chords, or played through a broken speaker. Round, tiny shapes emerged in the distance, holding makeshift weaponry. Not like they noticed her yet.

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“Don’t sweat it, seriously. I know I’m an artist, but… I was trained as a swordsman as a child. I mostly utilize it for self-defense these days, however it serves as a good deterrent from potential flak.”

Surprisingly, Ryuunosuke didn’t flinch a muscle when Kyoshika unsheathed the Holy Jumonji Sword, as if instinctively knowing she wouldn’t strike him. He nervously shook his hands and dismissed her self-flagellation.

“It’s rude to judge someone I just met… L-listen, I can tell you’re a fan of swords. I’d be fine with showing you mine.”

The artist gripped the hilt and in one swift motion unveiled the scintillating blade. The hilt was purple and golden, but the steel itself… pristine, beautiful, and faintly shimmered with the oscillating colors of the rainbow. It was flawless, the hallmark of a great caretaker.

“…This is my Ōdachi, Prince of Exile. It’s a silly name admittedly, but one it wears with pride.”

"Oh my, what a regal title! W-well, it is fitting for such a blade. Not just of size, but of... such elegant quality, too." Kyoshika's pupils seemed to expand as her vision poured over the sword's features in detail. It was simply captivating.

"Knowing of your skill in a duel, though, I simply must see the two of you in action someday! In fact..." Kyoshika unsheathed her sword a second time, this time with more purpose.

"I hope I and the Holy Jumonji Sword can prove an effective challenge, should you decide to spar with us. She would be very open to the opportunity."

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What are Hiruko’s honest thoughts on the other Tsubasa’s milk?

"Well, it's definitely a very impolite question. I suppose, in that case, it can't be answered politely in itself." She clucked her tongue in deep thought. How... exactly was she supposed to give her thoughts on Tsubasa's breast milk? It's not like she had other samples of human breast milk to compare it to. She wasn't even savoring the taste in that special little moment with Tsubasa, even if it did taste good. Her refined taste buds, even still, did have plenty of answers.

"It's... saccharine, and buttery, and t-there is a slight salted tang to it. Altogether, it's not unlike salted caramel in that regard. I suspect the rather... sodium-heavy diet of fast food is what gave it the flavor profile it had."

"I don't have very many grounds to judge someone's breast milk or her diet, but if there is any correlation, it's worth looking into." Granted, what might be healthier for Tsubasa could always result in worse breast milk, or vice versa. Hiruko had no way of knowing.

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✉️ for Darumi

"Kyohohoooh, YEAH! Come on, come on, put him in the meat grinder!!!"

Darumi was busy gorging herself on a veritable buffet of snacks; mostly sweet and sour candies, with some saltier fare, baked goods and sodas thrown in for good measure. Handfuls of them were stuffed down her mouth at a time; especially as the show was about to begin.

She chugged a pineapple ramune down her throat with reckless abandon as her immense legs fidgeted in joy at the grisly spectacle taking place on screen. The killer had shoved a man by his shoulders leg-first into an industrial metal grinder; Practical effect viscera flooded her vision, raining over the killer in a sea of chunky red. "WOOO, YEAHHAHAAHAH!!!"

Darumi didn't know how late it was in the night, but she didn't care. It was all just so much fun.

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“Take your time, it’s of no rush. I am Ryuunosuke. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Ryuunosuke was short. Shorter than Kyoshika in fact. Dressed in an indigo kimono with white, draconian highlights, he politely bowed and raised his head back up.

His gleaming red eyes and shimmering white hair, almost made him look like an albino dragon.

“…Everything alright? You’re staring.”

"O-oh, it's just..." Kyoshika noticed she had pulled out the Holy Jumonji Sword mid-sentence. "Aaah! S-sorry... unsheathing my blade is a... bit of a stim, of mine." She bowed profusely in turn, hoping that wasn't too much of a faux pas.

"Speaking of blades... yours caught my eye. Not many warriors I've seen carry an ōdachi, and so proudly on their person..."

"M-my apologies... I must seem like some sort of impolite rube for gawking, Sir Ryuunosuke..."

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Remembering the rain code/dr collabs again and godddddd I hope there's a the hundred line collab cafe so I can. Not be able to go to it lol.

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"Noted, then, closet masochist." Kurara snickered, before growing silent and looking around the house from her seated position. She let Monika keep going with her cooking.

"That might also be less effective than you think, but for a different reason." God she just wants to turn the silly tomato mask blue, so bad. But she has some enchiladas to work on!

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"I suppose I'd have to chuck a few rusty nails in, for good measure, then..." Kurara sighed with an air of facetious disappointment. She did actually keep a few nails in her cloak, for quick-time repairs, but it wasn't as if she would actually follow through on it.

"I have yet to meet a pepper that can defeat me, Miss Oosuzuki~" She grins back at the woman. "I think you'll find that most of your threats are a little empty, to me."