Chapter 34: First Patrol

Chapter 34: First Patrol

My heart wanted to jump into my throat as we went down the elevator, the numbers slowly lowering towards my certain doom. Both Everglaive and Naiad seemed unfazed, the first a picture of noble serenity, the second wearing a bubbly smile. I tried to remind myself of what Selene and Gildscale had instructed me on when we briefly stopped by his room, folding my hands in front of me while keeping my shoulders from hunching too much.

It had been a quick stop, just to see what he thought of my costume, and hed been quite impressed. It was then I found out that showing off my outfit to the two older girls was one thing, but having his appraising eye gliding over the various frills, lace, ribbons, and general fluffiness of my outfit was another. I hadnt been able to keep myself from fidgeting, my gaze lowered as he took me in.

Thankfully, he seemed to approve of my outfit. Both my eyepatch and bunny-eared hoodie earned special praises for giving me something more distinguishing, especially when I explained my heterochromia. Apparently, a few Magical Girls had tried the eyepatch idea for their costumes before, but it wasnt really that effective outside a pirate or scarred warrior theme. With my eye colors, though, hed been eager to let me know it would make me popular, especially if I got into theatrics like removing my eyepatch before I fought.

I tried not to wilt too much at the idea, and thankfully he hadnt said anything else on the matter. After sharing a few ideas mostly directed towards Selene, he gave me some pointers on what posture to adopt for my patrol.

Which had been both humiliating and relieving at the same time.

Apparently, I gave off a naturally shy impression, which would work well with my choice of outfit. Hearing that made my face turn red, but hed assured me it was a good thing. It would work well with my aesthetics to give an image of a new, cute and unthreatening Magical Girl and would only be reinforced by my alias. His only advice for how to act while I was on patrol was to generally be myself.

He did suggest keeping my hands folded in front of me to keep from fidgeting with my skirt too much, though. That, and to relax my shoulders to keep myself from looking too nervous.

It had only been a few minutes of conversation, well, instruction more like, but it had already left my nerves slightly frayed. The looming sense that this patrol was a bad idea had grown to the point that nausea swirled inside my stomach. I found myself missing the comforting weight of my Umbra, but Everglaive had offered to store my personal effects and weapons in her storage device for the patrol. Considering I didnt have one of my own and a backpack would look completely out of place with my outfit, I hadnt had much choice but to accept.

Overall, I wanted nothing more than to call the whole thing off and disappear inside a mess of blankets beneath my bed.

Before I could make the conscious decision to voice my concerns, fate took the choice out of my hands as the elevator dinged and the door opened.

I already knew the hotel I was staying in was nice, but seeing the lobby stretched out in front of me only reinforced that idea. It was all plush furniture, tasteful art, and carefully manicured plants that gave a warm but sophisticated feel to the place. I tried to ignore the shiver of dismay in my guts, reminding myself that I didnt have to pay for this. This was part of Fantasy Fatale finishing up their quest, one theyd been paid for. I didnt owe them anything

It still didnt make the hollow feeling in my gut disappear.

Everglaive and Naiad both stepped from the elevator, and after a moment of hesitation, I followed with Selene, who had reactivated her invisibility for everyone but me in the hopes it would draw less direct attention my way.

There were only a dozen or so people in the lobby as we stepped out, and almost all their eyes turned to us instantly. I stumbled a bit, my hands squeezing tighter in front of me as the two older girls continued forward. Everglaive moved with a graceful but unyielding stride while Naiad seemed to flow across the room, her watery hair and loose costume swaying like wind playing over a calm lake.

I was sure I looked ridiculous by comparison. Thankfully both of the taller girls were going at a slower pace so I didnt have to take quicker steps to match their own. Instead of looking at the people watching us, I tried to focus my gaze on Everglaives back as we went straight for the doors.

I still caught people pulling out their phones and directing them our way. Doing my best to ignore them, I followed after the two Magical Girls. Still, I couldnt help but overhear some whispers.

Woah, are those Magical Girls?

Well they arent cosplayers, idiot.

Holy shit, thats Everglaive and Naiad!

Woah Wait, whos that other girl, then?

Must be one of the new ones theyre showing around

Cute!

Black and purple colors, huh? Shes one of those rare ones, then.

A Dark, yeah. Pretty sure they represent courage or something.

More like cuteness.

I felt my face turning red, but the other two seemed completely unfazed. A plain looking girl in a yellow scarf and matching sundress blinked as we passed, looking up from her phone with wide, amazed eyes. Her phone quickly shot up to start taking pictures of us, and I tried my best to look unfazed even as my cheeks burned hotter.

Absolutely adorable I heard her giggle as we walked past, and I wondered if it was too late to call off the patrol.

Thankfully, it didnt take us long to step out of the hotel and into the midday light.

It took me a moment to blink away the glare, and when I did I immediately looked around. Navigating in Arcadia was made somewhat easy by the fact the city was mostly circular, buildings growing taller and denser the closer to the middle you were. That, and the fact that the Arcadia Spire was directly in the center of the city made orienting yourself simple, the skyscraper of smooth angles, glass, and helipads standing out with a distinctly futuristic architecture.

I wasnt great at judging the distance, but by the buildings around me it looked like we were in one of the inner-middle districts. It was a fairly nice place in the city, busy but not claustrophobic like the central circle.

That being said, it was midday, which meant the streets did have a decent number of people on them.

And, of course, three Magical Girls stepping outside drew attention almost immediately.

To my surprise, most people just kept moving, giving the occasional glances or watching from the corner of their eyes. A few did pull out phones and point them our way, and I tried not to wring my hands together too tightly as my throat suddenly felt very dry.

The first thing to learn about patrols, Everglaive said, choosing a direction and beginning to walk. Is the unwritten etiquette of approaching or bothering Magical Girls.

I followed along, the three of us moving at a leisurely pace. Selene kept by my side, a gentle reminder that helped calm my nerves.

Its something people have more or less picked up over the years, she continued, When its okay to approach a Magical Girl or not. Most of it is subconscious, but some people have actually codified it online. The first indication is how fast the Magical girl is walking. If its a leisurely stroll like this

She paused as a woman in a sweater nervously approached. Everglaive gave her a smile, slightly tilting her head.

Hello. Is there something I can help you with?

I-I, um, the woman shifted nervously, clutching her purse tighter. I dont want to bother you, but Can I get an autograph?

Of course. Do you have something youd like signed?

The woman paled looking at her purse in horror.

Oh, um

No trouble, Everglaive assured her. I have something right here.

With a flourish of her hand and a flash of viridian light, a photo appeared in one hand and a sharpie in the other. Naiad made a similar motion, similar items also popping into her hands. The womans eyes bulged at that.

Would you just like a signature, or would you like it made out to someone?

Oh! C-could you sign it to Melissa? Thats, um, my daughter. Shes a big fan of your team.

Of course, Everglaive nodded, sharpie moving deftly over the photo. It only took her and Naiad a second and then they were handing the pictures over to the stunned woman. She looked between the two of them with a big, thankful smile.

Thank you so much for this! Its going to mean the world to her that, oh-

She trailed off, seemingly only now noticing me standing behind the other two Magical Girls.

Im sorry, Im not familiar with you, but Im sure my daughter would still love a signature.

Inwardly I started to panic a little. My mouth moved a few times, but no words seemed to come out as my heart started pounding in my ears. Naiad glanced at me, then gave a cheerful wave of her hand at the woman.

Oh, shes new. Im afraid she hasnt made her debut yet, so shes not doing signatures right now. Were taking her on a sort of training patrol, you see. Thank you for asking, though!

Oh, right, the woman nodded a few times, giving me a big smile. Well, good luck to you, then! Im sure my daughter will be excited to hear I met a Magical Girl pre-debut. And thank you, all three of you, for everything you do.

Its our pleasure, Everglaive demurred with a slight bow of her head.

The woman gave a little wave and walked off with a bounce in her step, but while we were standing still, a small crowd had formed around us. Maybe spurred on by the womans actions, more people started to approach Everglaive and Naiad.

I swallowed down my anxiety, doing my best to keep myself looking calm even as I took a few steps to the side to be less obtrusive. As the two Magical Girls signed some more autographs, I heard more than a few people ask about me only to be given the same explanation from Naiad or Everglaive.

Some people still tried to approach, but thankfully Naiad intercepted most of them and explained them off.

To say the whole thing was uncomfortable was an understatement. It was worse than being a third wheel because I was still getting attention, and all I could do was nervously smile at the people taking pictures and wring my hands together. I felt so tense that I had to remind myself to breathe.

[Dont worry,] Selenes voice soothed. [Youre doing great.]

Im just standing awkwardly while they do all the work.

[Ah, but youre looking great doing it.]

What do you mean? It has to be obvious how nervous I am.]

[It is,] Selene agreed, and I felt myself tense more. [But thats the beauty in it. There arent many Magical Girls who can pull off or even try to pull off being the shy type.]Follow current novels at novelhall.com not trying to pull off anything! I mentally hissed at her.

[Exactly. That makes what youre doing genuine, and it shows. People like that.]

I tried not to squirm more hearing that I was being watched, being judged, that closely. The crowd finally began to dwindle, and I let out a long breath when we were left alone. A few people still had phones taking pictures from afar, but the street immediately around us was finally clear.

Good job, Naiad said, walking up to me with a gentle smile. You did amazing!

Thats what Selene said, but I didnt do anything, I muttered, looking at the ground.

Thats nonsense, Naiad frowned. You did two very impressive things. First, you were yourself.

I gave her a confused look, and Everglaive stepped in.

Many Magical Girls put on a mask of sorts, adopting a personality. Fierce and unafraid. Steadfast and loyal. Lighthearted and energetic. Kind and sisterly. Whatever the combination, they see being a Magical Girl as the chance to live a separate, new life that was denied them. While I dont begrudge anyone seeking a fresh start, it sometimes comes across as disingenuous, especially early on while they discover their new persona.

And in time, those do become true personalities, Naiad agreed. But most Magical Girls choose to be more heroic or larger than life. Not many choose something honest and vulnerable. Its funny, in a way, but being all dressed up in a costume and having the powers we do as Magical Girls actually makes it harder to not act like some heroic defender.

I wasnt really sure what to say to that. They were congratulating me like I had made a conscious decision, but I was literally unable to pretend to do anything other than just stand there. It would have been more impressive if I had been able to act confident and unafraid. At least then I would have been doing something brave.

But I had just been filled with too much anxiety to do anything else. I hadnt even thought about the possibility of it. Id just defaulted to being myself, and I was just just

Awkward. Nervous. Shy. Weird. Unimportant.

Pathetic.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat, the word echoing in my head.

I I was mostly just trying to remember to not stop breathing

Like I said, Naiad said, giving me a soft, pained smile. You did two impressive things. The first was being who you are instead of trying to put on a mask. The second was going out of your comfort zone.

That earned her another confused look, and Everglaive chuckled.

Remember, there are some Guardians who forgo the public aspects of being a Magical Girl completely. You lose out on quests and points, but for some people, thats worth it.

It would totally be worth it

Shifting from foot to foot, I gave them a helpless shrug.

I, um I mean Im not good at this anyway, so

Naiad blinked a few times, head tilting.

What do you mean? Youre kind of a natural, you know.

I stared at her. That wasnt true at all? So why had she said that unless-

Oh. Shes being sarcastic. Shes making fun of me.

I bit down on my teeth, looking down and hunching into myself. Pushing down the pang of hurt that flashed through me, I clenched my hands tighter together. She wasnt wrong really, and it really wasnt that big of a deal to make a joke or two about me considering everything shed done. It still hurt, a surprise papercut to the back of my heart I wasnt prepared for.

Oh, uh, no, Im being serious, Naiad suddenly insisted, sounding suddenly worried.

My throat felt dry, and I was about to say it was fine until Everglaive hummed in agreement.

Its true. Youve had no PR training, and yet seemed to know exactly what to do. Anytime somebody pointed a camera your way for a picture, you made sure to look at them and smile, one that didnt look too forced as well. It gave off the impression that although you were uncomfortable, you still cared. For introverted Magical Girls, this is exactly the type of perception that is recommended.

But, I stammering a bit, I looked between the two of them. I wasnt even thinking about it. I just didnt want to be rude.

Naiad giggled a little, and Everglaives lips quirked up at the corners, her eyes glittering.

Which is already more awareness and empathy than most people can muster on a normal basis, Naiad smirked. Trust us. You did good. It probably doesnt feel like it, but for your first time out in public being swarmed? You did great. Sure, we were here to help ward off the worst of it, but thats just a good tactic for first timers.

Everglaive nodded, eyes flicking to Naiad with amusement.

Indeed. Although I seem to recall that even with good planning, things dont always go nearly so well.

Naiad froze, and a pink blush formed that was stark on her pale blue cheeks.

Ever! She sputtered, eyes wide.

Im just making an observation, Everglaive gave a hapless shrug. Things could have gone much worse. You could have frozen solid before turning and sprinting off into the distance.

Naiad groaned, slapping her hands over her face and murmuring something about payback and never taunting the healer. With how high strung my emotions felt, it took me a moment to work out what was being said.

Wait you? I trailed off as Naiad let out a louder, more dramatic groan.

And just like that, my reputation with the newbie is ruined, she whined, causing Everglaive to chuckle.

Honestly, that went better than I thought it would, Naiad chirped.

Pristine is the good sort, Everglaive shrugged. Perhaps she doesnt always think things through, but she means well.

The elven Magical Girl looked back to me, a small frown forming on her face.

As for you, how are you holding up? I do hope Pristine didnt leave too bad of an impression with her blunder.

I-Im fine, I lied, the edges of my nerves still tingling with frayed anxiety. Um, what exactly

Was that about? Everglaive finished, and I nodded even though I was going to ask what I did wrong.

I was pretty sure I already knew what had just happened, the situation feeling all too familiar. A small part of me hoped I was wrong, but I wasnt going to hold my breath.

Hmm. Pristines always been one to jump to her friends if she thinks they might be in danger or an uncomfortable situation. Its gotten her into misunderstandings in the past, and Im sure it will again.

My brow furrowed in confusion, only for Selene to brush me with her tails mid hop.

[She saw two of her friends on patrol with an unknown Dark Magical Girl and assumed they might not be patrolling with you willingly. Either you were following them for some strange reason, or they were coerced into patrolling with you. So, she attempted to pull Everglaive and Naiad away into a private conversation to make sure they were okay.]

Naiad winced at Selenes words, and I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding.

Just as I thought, then.

In a way, it was a relief. If Pristine had been concerned about me for some other reason, I wouldnt really know how to take it. Dealing with rumors and whispers I couldnt control was familiar, though. It was an old sore already scabbed over. A few more pokes from a new direction wouldnt change much.

Besides, Pristine hadnt been outright hostile towards me, which was more than I could say about some of my classmates.

Intense? A little, but it came from worrying about her friends. I couldnt really fault her for that.

She doesnt even know me, though

I ignored the acidic feeling burning in my stomach, trying to move my thoughts past Pristines reaction to me.

We kept moving, Everglaive glancing at me while Naiad openly kept an eye on me. Nobody spoke for a minute, and as time drew on, Naiads expression quickly grew more dismayed.

Um. Are you okay? I know we talked about the stigma around Darks, but experiencing it is

Its fine, I lied, my voice even. She meant well.

Everglaives eyebrow quirked up as she side-eyed me.

That does not excuse her behavior. Had she taken a moment to consider the situation, it would have been clear both Naiad and myself were in no distress. Between our high levels, shared history, and the fact weve been going on training patrols with the newest Magical Girls, there shouldnt have been any question about what was happening. Instead, she jumped to the worst case scenario that we were forcibly paired with a Dark Magical Girl to go on patrol together.

Which is ridiculous, Naiad sighed. Its not like anybody could or even would force us to patrol with somebody if we didnt want to. Even the Association isnt stupid enough to try commanding around Magical Girls like that. Make requests? Sure. Force them to spend time working with someone they really dont want to? Thats just a recipe for disaster, especially with some of the egos and power levels involved.

Everglaive nodded, looking off into the distance as we went by an outdoor cafe, phones from the half dozen customers quickly rising. A fashionable blond girl a few years older than me grinned a wide, vulpine smile as she whispered excitedly to her friend beside her, a tall girl with long, curly black hair and glasses who gently smiled at her friends excitement. The blond gestured wildly toward us, bottle-glass green eyes wide with excitement, and her friend nodded a few times, quiet but watching us with interest.

I wonder if thats how Lily and I look when were hanging out.

I ignored the longing pang that thought brought, returning my focus to Everglaive.

Agreed, Everglaive continued, sounding distracted. Im just glad Moons first experience was with somebody acting out of concern, not malice. I do hope that

Everglaive trailed off, putting her hand up to her ear. A small smile bloomed on her face a moment later.

Excellent, thank you for informing me. Would you be so kind as to mark us as on our way and set up a cordon? Oh, and a police escort to our location. Yes, the cafe. Perfect. Oh? Shes doing wonderful, though you should really be asking her yourself. No, I dont think that will be an issue. Of course. Thank you.

She lowered her hand a moment later, turning to Naiad and I with a smile.

Good news. Error detected a low level Usurpation and marked it off for us. Its a bit far, so we have a police transport on their way.

My blood froze, my heartbeat suddenly loud in my ears.

Schooling my expression into passiveness was a skill I had plenty of practice in, though, and so I gave a simple nod.

Everglaive searched my face, her serene features betraying nothing. Still, there was a certain intensity to it that made the already considerable anxiety in my veins spike.

Thankfully, I knew how to deal with unwanted attention, too.

Is it normal to call for a transport?

At lower levels, if the Usurpation is far away, Everglaive shrugged. Or if you lack the Agility to just run there.

Naiad hummed agreeably, the sound of sirens picking up in the distance.

Theres a bunch of support options like that you can call for, especially here in Arcadia. We even have long-range support Guardians like Error who can cast magic into the lower level Usurpations. Shields, summoned constructs, buffs, the whole shebang. They cant really be used in higher level Usurps, but theyre pretty effective in the weaker ones. Youll learn more about calling for that stuff later, but never be afraid to ask.

Could Error Machina solve some Usurpations all on his own, then? I asked.

Definitely. His summoned creatures are pretty nasty. The only issue is it would stymy the growth of newer Girls like you, so things like that are saved for emergencies, like if we see a civilian that didnt make it into a shelter in time. Even then, they usually only do the minimum to get them to safety before backing off and letting an appropriately leveled Guardian get the experience and points.

Indeed, Everglaive nodded. Truthfully, it makes the lower level Usurpations in the city quite safe for new Girls, so long as they arent afraid to ask for assistance.

Is there a reason why somebody wouldnt?

Experience for kills gets shared among every Guardian who participates based on the level of contribution. Points also only go to the one who kills an Anathema unless you form a party with the other Girls first. If a high-level Guardian gives out support like that, chances are the System gives them most of the rewards.

Greed and glory kill far more Guardians than actual heroics, Everglaive said quietly. Never let yourself forget that were all facing the same enemy, and that you arent alone in this fight No matter how much some of our comrades might try to convince you otherwise.

The seriousness of her tone made my chest tighten, and I nodded.

The sirens were near now, and people around us were looking around excitedly, the few who had phones out turning to the source. In a surprisingly short time, a large, heavily armored police van came around a corner and slid to a stop in front of us. Everglaive opened the back and climbed into the van without preamble.

I followed inside with Selene hopping in behind me, the back of the van hollowed out except for cushioned benches along either wall. I climbed into a spot across from Everglaive and Naiad, finding a small seatbelt I fumbled to buckle as Naiad closed the door behind me. A middle-aged officer with a bald head turned back from the driver seat, glancing over us.

That everyone?

It is, officer, Everglaive gave a curt nod. Do you know the location?

Yup. Alright, hold on tight ladies. This aint no sports car, but Ill have you there in twenty or less or your money back.

And then we were off, the sound of the sirens surprisingly muted on the inside. Everglaive leaned forward towards me, folding her hands on her lap.

Moon Bunny. As one who has signed a mentorship contract, I find myself in an awkward position when it comes to advising you about your choice in weapons considering I have no real experience with your chosen specialty. Thankfully, there is a simple solution. I happen to be on good terms with an expert in that particular armament, and I would like to invite them to the Usurpation to introduce the two of you. I believe they could prove to be an excellent instructor, and I personally trust them to keep things secret.

I chewed on my lip, turning to Selene for her opinion. Her form shimmered a bit as her invisibility dropped, her head turning to Everglaive.

[May I ask who this person is?] Selene inquired, making Everglaive who smiled.

A good friend of mine, but more importantly, a Warden team leader.

[Ah] Selene turned to me. [I believe this would be a good idea. The Wardens are the elite, special forces of the Magical Soldiers. Theyre given high quality Zenith equipment purchased from Magical Girls, and are quite powerful. To be honest, I cannot think of a better tutor for you.]

Internalizing that information for a moment, I nodded.

Okay, I told both Selene and Everglaive, pushing down my apprehension as a phone was summoned into Everglaives hand that she began texting on.

It was confusing and frustrating, to be honest. Every step of the way, it seemed like Selene or other Magical Girls were warning me to not trust anyone, but then I kept being put in situations where I had no choice but to rely on the word of others.

Which was usually a terrible idea, in my experience. The Geas contracts dispelled some of my worry, but even then, it felt like I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Even worse, everyone had been nice so far. Despite Selenes and Errors warning about the reputation of Dark Magical Girls, I hadnt had any problems yet beside Pristine, but even that had been mild.

No, thats a poor conclusion. Ive only met six other Guardians so far, and one of them was willing to act on those rumors even though she knew Everglaive and Naiad. If anything, one in six taking negative action is worrying, especially when four of those were recommended by Error and are part of the same team, meaning its obvious they would have similar reactions.

Really, that meant one of my two random encounters with Guardians had been colored by the rumors of being a Dark. Id gotten lucky with Error Machina, probably more than I even fully realized.

I needed to keep my guard up. Id trust Everglaives judgment about this Warden, but only because Everglaive had risked her life for mine and it seemed counterproductive to turn on me at this point. I wanted to fully put my trust in her and Error, but I just couldnt. I knew how quickly somebody could change.

After all, even Katie started out trying to be my friend

Were here, ladies! the officers voice suddenly rang out, pulling me from my musings. Good luck and good hunting!

Stay safe, Everglaive responded, and the officer turned around in surprise before flashing a wolfish smile.

Stay dangerous! he replied, and Everglaive nodded, opening the back door and hopping out.

Naiad and I followed, and I found myself on a street with a barricade of police cars. A few officers manned the perimeter, sleek-looking automatic rifles in their hands. They gave us a nod as Everglaive strode forward like she owned the place, officers moving one of the barricades for her. I followed with Naiad, trying to keep my head down.

Go get those bastards a young officer whispered, almost too quietly to be heard, venom dripping from her voice.

The sheer animosity made me stop for a moment, and I glanced up to see her watching us with a burning anger, eyes gleaming with a mixture of hate and loss.

It was a look I was all too familiar with.

Suddenly, the bladed edge of my anxiety seemed to blunt itself. It still scraped across my bones with each pulse of my heart, but it felt less important now.

She lost someone to the Anathema. The monsters. The monsters that threaten everyone.

The monsters that maimed and tried to kill me.

That tried to kill Brian.

That would have killed Lily.

My jaw set, steel forming in my veins, and the officer finally noticed Id stopped and was looking at her. She blinked in surprise, cheeks flushing in embarrassment that Id overheard her.

I simply gave her a slow, deep nod, then turned away and hurried to catch up with the other two.

The three of us walked for another two blocks, and I took in the surrounding city with interest. Most of the buildings here werent more than a couple of stories tall, meaning wed moved even further from the city center, probably in the outer-middle districts proper. It seemed like this was mostly a residential area, a few apartments and nicer houses with actual lawns. Actual greenery and space separated the structures, giving the surroundings a more open, breathable atmosphere.

Finally we turned a corner and I saw the Usurpation.

It was an odd thing, almost like somebody had put down a giant glass bowl over the area. I could see into it, but the images were blurred and distorted, making it hard to make out details other than I was looking at a two story building that sprawled out quite a bit. Something about the architecture seemed familiar, but I couldnt place it.

The other thing that grabbed my attention was the futuristic black sports car parked on the edge of the bubble. Light played oddly off the car, not quite gleaming off it like it should. It seemed bigger than other sports cars Id seen, but still sleek and dangerous looking. Those extra portions of the car reminded me more of armor than anything else.

We made our way towards the vehicle, its windows tinted completely black. The drivers side door opened as we came near, and a figure stepped out.

She wore a futuristic set of black armor that covered her from head to toe, all sleek curves and segmented plates that hugged her body tightly. It looked like something straight from a sci fi movie, some kind of close-fitting power armor that radiated danger. The helmet was designed more like a knights, a slim black visor where the eyes would be over the V-shaped faceplate. Dark red lines across the armor acted as accents, subtly emphasizing the womans tall and slim form.

The lithe figure sauntered the rest of the way to us with an uncaring confidence, and I saw Naiads normally cheerful expression flicker briefly into something like a scowl before resetting.

She stopped in front of us, Everglaive giving her a nod with a small smile.

Sergeant, Ever greeted her simply.

Girl, the figure growled back, the feminine voice slightly distorted with an electronic twinge.

The two stared at each other, neither moving for a moment, and I felt myself tensing up as the silence stretched.

Then, at some unspoken signal, the woman laughed and held out a hand that Everglaive clasped with a chuckle.

Good to see you again, Glaivy, she said, and Everglaive gave the slightest of exasperated sighs.

You too, Sanguine.

And you! the Warden said, stepping away from Everglaive to pick up Naiad in a big hug that made the smaller girl squeak. I never got to properly thank you for helping out Pixie! Shes doing awfully good, by the way. No tingling or weakness in her feet at all. You really know how to reattach some limbs, girl! Shes been asking about you, too. Think she wants to give you a thank you present, if you know what I mean.

Naiads shocked expression was quickly replaced with a carmine blush so deep it looked like she was sunburned. Naiad sputtered, finally being released and dropping a few inches to the ground.

Then the Warden turned to me, putting her hands on her hips.

And you she stopped, her head tilting. A manaborn Guardian? I dont believe Ive met you, yet.

Guin, Everglaive said, gesturing to me. Allow me to introduce Magical Girl Moon Bunny and her Familiar Selene. Shes new, and our team is currently in the process of showing her the ropes.

Oh? Well, let me properly introduce myself then.

She waved a hand over her helmet, and it flashed with red light before vanishing like Id seen other items do when put into storage items. A young womans face looked back at me with pale skin and freckles painted across her nose and upper cheeks. Her hair was colored scarlet, done up in a bun with a few strands escaping to frame her face, and her eyes were a matching red with the vivid sheen of a manaborn.

She held out her hand to me, a wry grin on her face.

Sergeant Tessa Kelley, she introduced herself with a wink, her voice tinted with the faintest of Irish accents. And my Warden codenames Sanguine, or Guin for short. Good to meetcha, Moon Bunny.