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>>42704518
[2/2]

“Any use?”

He nods. “Very much. It may even help your condition the more we know about anti-magic. Although your father’s notes were very helpful in helping us understand the properties of anti-magic, they did not explain everything. With the weapons you acquired, we may be able to level the playing field for you.”

Coming off the operation in India, everyone seemed so happy. Doctor K’s girls got to leave with him for New York and as Doctor K said, he is now getting to work on restoring their thinking ability after their forced lobotomies. You have to admit, besides Winter and the Magisch Korps, it really did go off without a hitch. Nobody except Winter got hurt! That’s all that matters. “And what about the Atlas?”

“We are close to decoding the book as to ascertain the Atlas’ location. We may even have it by tonight.” Hm, two missions in a row. That’d be a heck of a thing. “For now, rest, relax. I will be watching, Liberty. You are dismissed.” Doctor K’s screen goes blank, and as does #5.

You sigh, smirking. Without a hitch. Alright, stuck in the LA outpost. What to do?

> Train in the gym. Sumire’s been teaching Rana some close quarters moves, maybe you can give a much more correct second opinion.
> Grab something to eat, listen to the game over the radio. It should be starting in about an hour actually.
> Attend to Tiny’s interrogation. This you should see.
> Other

>>42704525
>> Attend to Tiny’s interrogation. This you should see.
Let's see the little psycho.

>>42704525
>> Attend to Tiny’s interrogation. This you should see.

Thumb screws, waterboarding and hot irons, oh my!

>>42704525
>Train in the gym. Sumire’s been teaching Rana some close quarters moves, maybe you can give a much more correct second opinion.
Sod Tiny, the less we see and hear her, the better.

>>42704525
>Attend to Tiny’s interrogation. This you should see.
Then gym if we have time.

>>42704525
> Attend to Tiny’s interrogation. This you should see.
Yeah, I suppose.

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> Attend to Tiny’s interrogation. This you should see.

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“Hello there.” #5 addresses Tiny on screen in a very secure white room. Tiny sits in blue overalls, her hands cuffed to the table, a pair of guards standing on either side of her. You stand behind the one-way window, looking into the room. “I am Operator #5. I work for the Strategic Services Office.”

Tiny nods. “I know who you are.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. You use Magical Girls like puppets, slaves, attack dogs, all the same,” she says. “One of the girls I killed spoke of you.”

#5 has a brief pause before starting up again. “I see. Well, we are not obliged to allow a civilian protection under the Geneva Convention. The US Government does not acknowledge our existence and as a result, we are free to use whatever methods we need to get information out of you.” Tiny nods again, looking to the window. Her eyes glance over it all, apparently not aware of you or any of the other agents standing behind it. “For now however, I consider myself a civilized man, and I also consider torture inefficient. Would you like a drink?”

“Water.” One of the guards places a canteen in front of her. Tiny looks up at him, tilting her head to her hands that are clearly locked to the table. He pulls out a key then quickly unlocks it. The cuffs are still there, but are no longer linked to the table, and thus she takes a sip of water out of the canteen.

“First thing’s first. Who taught you how to build that rocket?”

“Myself,” she says. “It is simple aviation mixed with basic physics. The big problem however is not in fuel, you can find alcohol for it anywhere but the issue is in physics.”

[1/2]

>>42705323
[2/2]

“I see. So you consider yourself something of a gadgeteer?”

“You could say so.” She looks to the window again. She seems to feel like she’s being watched. Well, being watched from behind the window rather than from the guards of course. “Where are you going with this?”

“We are willing to forgive the losses that you imposed on us if you are willing to provide us your secrets, perhaps even work in our RnD facilities. You do not have to continue hunting Magical Girls for money.” #5 tilts his head, leaning in. “What do you say?”

Tiny snorts, then spits onto the screen, surprising #5. “Spare me the friendship. I’ve already had girls try that on me, I don’t need a grown man to do it.”

Seems #5 isn’t getting anywhere. You sigh, crossing your arms and looking down. At least Tiny is now in a place where she can’t hurt anyone.

> Intervene in the interrogation. See if you have more luck.
> Forget this, go to the gym.
> Other

>>42705342
>Forget this, go to the gym.
Let #5 try for a while, hopefully he'll realize she's nuts and have her shot. Who am I kidding? She'll break out and we'll have to splat her, which is fine by me too.

>>42705342
> Intervene in the interrogation. See if you have more luck.
Might as well!

>>42705342
>> Forget this, go to the gym.
Tiny seems to be acting unde mistaken impression; #5 isn't making friends, he's offering her a way to stay alive.

>>42705342
> Forget this, go to the gym.

>>42705342
> Forget this, go to the gym.

>>42705342
>Forget this, go to the gym.
Nothing a few probes in certain parts of her brain won't fix.

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> Forget this, go to the gym.

“I’m not offering you friendship. I’m offering you a choice between your life and a new one in a high-security prison. It’s your choice.” She stares at the screen, then stands up. “Do you need something?”

She walks over to the window. All the agents stare at her with some amount of shock and confusion. You especially glare at her as she walks up to you, behind the window. “I know you are there,” she says. You blink, looking around. All the agents in the room look over at you. “Rest assured, girlie. I will kill you.” She turns around and walks back to her seat.

God gosh. You shake your head and move out of the room. You don’t need this today.

-

-

“Alright, keep your guard up!” Rana keeps her fists up in the boxing ring. Facing her is a very sweaty and warmed up Sumire. The both of them wear simple tank tops combined with knickerbockers, usual gym equipment. “Here I come!” She throws a blurry flurry of punches that Rana is struggling to block. Many get through and hit her, others glance off of her fists and hit her anyway, and some even get low and hit her right in the breasts. “Come on! You gotta be fast!”

Rana slumps, gripping her chest, groaning in pain. “Gimme a minute…” she whines. Sumire sighs, rubbing sweat off of her forehead then grabbing a canteen of water. “Can’t you let up on me?”

“I am,” she says.

[1/2]

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>>42705828
[2/2]

You roll your eyes, unbuttoning your blouse and throwing it off, showing off your tank top. “No, you aren’t.” Sumire and Rana look over at you as you walk in. Sumire especially gives you a very “please let me have this,” look. “Sumire’s skilled but she’s not very coordinated. You gotta exploit that.” You jump up onto the ring, placing your hands on your hips. “Uncoordinated folk might be strong or fast, but they always leave a weak point or they settle into a routine you can predict. Both are very easy to exploit.”

Sumire scoffs. “Ha! Very funny.” She throws a punch, which you catch without even flinching. “Dang it!” You let go, and then flick her on the nose. “Ah!”

Rana frowns a bit, rubbing her cheek. “I… I don’t know, I don’t seem like the sort of person to go into close combat with you two. I mean, I like my guns and…” She looks away, very shyly. “Other stuff. But getting in close isn’t really my thing?”

Sumire crosses her arms, squinting. “What? You can’t stuff something like a baseball bat up your skirt?”

“I tried,” she says. “I still have it actually, I just… I’ve never had to use it. I’m never IN a position to use it. I just stay in the back, wait for things to blow over. Snipe, suppress, that sort of stuff?” Sumire looks over at you, incredulous. “I mean, come on! Every girl’s different, right?”

> “Sumire may be stupid, but she does have a point. You should at least learn to throw a punch. I’ll show you.”
> “You’re skilled enough at range that close combat’s irrelevant. Just take a break, Rana.”
> Other

>>42705851
>> “Sumire may be stupid, but she does have a point. You should at least learn to throw a punch. I’ll show you.”

>>42705851
>“Sumire may be stupid, but she does have a point. You should at least learn to throw a punch. I’ll show you.”
Can't always choose how you fight, sometimes you just gotta smack a bitch.

>>42705851
> “Sumire may be stupid, but she does have a point. You should at least learn to throw a punch. I’ll show you.”

>>42705851
>> “Sumire may be stupid, but she does have a point. You should at least learn to throw a punch. I’ll show you.”

> But getting in close isn’t really my thing?
I'll go ahead and read multiple meanings into that.

>>42705851
> “Sumire may be stupid, but she does have a point. You should at least learn to throw a punch. I’ll show you.”
"Is that a bat under your skirt or are you just happy to see me?"

>>42705851
> “Sumire may be stupid, but she does have a point. You should at least learn to throw a punch. I’ll show you.”
Better listen to flatty, Rana.

>>42705851
>“Sumire may be stupid, but she does have a point. You should at least learn to throw a punch. I’ll show you.”
If the basics worked for snake, it will work for her.

>>42706252
I fear she may not be as good at CQC as Snake, anon.

>>42706252
But she's no Snake, she's Bomber.

> “Sumire may be stupid, but she does have a point. You should at least learn to throw a punch. I’ll show you.”

“Sumire’s stupid but she has a point.” Sumire nods, proud that you defended her. But then her eyes widen a bit, and she looks at you angrily. “Rana, you at least have to have some sort of hook or something.” You gently nudge Sumire away, then raise up your fists. “Here, try punching me.”

Rana blinks, and then shakes her head. “Oh, I could never hit you, Christine!”

Oh, gosh, Rana please. “Just, try it.”

“Wait, you managed to land a few blows on me!” says Sumire. “Why is it suddenly taboo for Libby?”

You and Rana ignore Sumire for the moment and await the next move. Rana takes a breath, raising up her fists, and then she throws you a punch. You have to force yourself not to block it, so that you can see how powerful the punch actually is.

And it turns out, REALLY darn powerful. You’re on the floor and holding your cheek in pain. “I’m sorry! Did that hurt!? I’m so sorry!” At least you weren’t punched in the weak point. You rub your cheek, groaning a bit while Sumire laughs uproariously in the background. “Oh my gosh, Christine, I’m so sorry, let me get some ice!”

“No, no,” you interrupt her, grabbing her before she runs away. You smile, and the look on her face when you do probably indicates that you’re scaring her. “… we got some work to do.”

-

-

Sumire sits on a chair at one corner of the ring, crossing her legs, taking a swig of water, and watching you spar with Rana. Rana has some very powerful punches, only really balanced out by her slow speed and very low coordination. Thusly, for the past few hours, you’ve been training her to speed things up a bit. You put her in a boxing ring and she’ll make Jack Dempsey look like a scrappy schoolyard kid.

[1/2]

>>42706530
[2/2]

“We can worry about it later,” you say.

“Good!” Sumire stands up, walking over to you. “Because tell you what, Libby, I got another present for you.”

“Sumire, you’re spoiling me,” you say. If it turns out she got a baseball signed by Joe DiMaggio, ooooh boy. They’d have to invent laws for it. Rana smiles, curiously walking over to Sumire’s bag to see what she’s pulling out. “First a ball signed by Satchel Paige and now something else?”

“Well, I saw it in a shop before we left for India,” she says. “So it’s not EXACTLY a present more of uh…” She shrugs as she rifles through her bag. “You’ll see. Close your eyes!” You decide to humor her. Alright. You close your eyes tight. What could it be? “Alright, open them up!”

And in Sumire’s hands is a swimsuit. By the look of the blush and shock on Rana’s face, which is the same as your own expression, things are a bit…

Well, first off. It’s two-piece. And very er… Well, there’s a lot of space for your midriff and uh. Huh. Well, there are stars! That’s nice. And plenty of ways to show your skin, you suppose?

She grins. “You know, since you bought me that one swimsuit, I figured I’d return the favor.” Oh. This. Your look of embarrassed shock drops into one of near disgust. She giggles a little, quirking her brows upward mockingly with the smuggest expression on her face. “So, what do you think?”

> “I’m not wearing this.”
> Take it then very quickly measure Sumire with it. “Probably going to be loose around the chest for you.”
> “Yeah. No. Um. Thanks, I guess.”
> Other

>>42706553
> Take it then very quickly measure Sumire with it. “Probably going to be loose around the chest for you.”

>>42704518
16:30 Asshole Schteel. You get the chance to bang one of the girls from your quest. Pick one.
16:33 GermanSchteel1 Silver, Lightning from Liberty
16:34 Asshole Kk. Gonna tell everyone who the ideal waifu is.

>>42706553
> “Yeah. No. Um. Thanks, I guess.”
Obviously Libby will never wear it.
Until she does.

>>42706581
Schteel has breddy gud taste.

>>42706553
> Other
"Sumire, should I be reading something more into this? This is a little, uh...saucy for my tastes."

>>42706553
>> Take it then very quickly measure Sumire with it. “Probably going to be loose around the chest for you.”

>>42706553
> “Yeah. No. Um. Thanks, I guess.”
> Take it then very quickly measure Sumire with it. “Probably going to be loose around the chest for you.”
I figure we can work both.

>>42706553
>>42706632
I like it.

>>42706553
Why is Sumire so lewd?
> "Is that, uh...I mean, what if it, you know. Slips a little. It's...small-ish?"

>>42706553
>“Yeah. No. Um. Thanks, I guess.”
Sumire's swimsuit better be nothing but string and three tiny triangles.

>>42706990
Who needs triangles, really. How about it's just Shibari ropes.

>>42707054
Tried that. Aesthetically and visually pleasing, but test subjects reported great discomfort while swimming.

>>42706530
Bomber is surprisingly strong, huh. Hopefully she can actually land a punch now.

> Take it then very quickly measure Sumire with it. “Probably going to be loose around the chest for you.”

You take the swimsuit out of her hands, then flop it over her chest. She blinks in surprise, wondering what you’re doing. “Hm. Yep. Definitely going to be loose around the chest.” She realizes what’s happened, then slaps your hand down. You can’t help but laugh at her as she fumes.

“Why do you feel the need to turn every joke I play on you back around on me,” she asks in a very rhetoric way.

You shrug. “You make it easy.” She sighs, holding her hand out for the swimsuit. “… what? I’m keeping it.” She tilts her head, confused. “I mean, it’s weird that you’d get me something so lewd. This is something Betty Grable would wear and you want me to wear it?”

She huffs, rolling her eyes. “I know how embarrassed you get at the beach. There’s no way you’re going to wear that.” Yeah, she’s right. No way are you going to wear this at the beach. You take it and shove it into your bag. Though, maybe the pool wouldn’t be too public. Don’t let Sumire know that of course. “So, back to the apartment then?”

“Sure,” you say. “I’ll make you guys some dinner.” You lead the three out of the gym. “I was checking the cookback, saw a cool recipe for fish filet of some kind, I might make that tonight.”

Sumire groans, holding her stomach. “Whatever’s nice, just make something! I’m starving!”

Rana smiles happily. “You two are just hilarious!”

“Yeah, yeah, Abbott and Costello,” you say. You grin, tilting your head to Sumire. “So, Sumire. I got a baseball team, I got who’s on first, what’s on second, I don’t know is on third.”

Sumire squints at you. “Your first baseman is named Who?”

“…” You sigh, rubbing your nose. “Why did you ruin the joke?”

“You ruined mine,” she says, smirking.

[1/2]

>>42707126
[2/2]

-

-

After cooking dinner, you retired to your bedroom to gather up some notes on how to speak German. Sumire has been teaching you lately, and you of all people should know the importance of speaking the other language. So far, progress has been a bit slow due to all the work lately. But you are confident that you will be able to hold a conversation with Sumire in German within two years. Sumire and Rana eat in the dining room, laughing as they listen to the comedy show on the radio. No distractions for you.

Except for the phone on your desk. It goes off and you quickly pick it up. “Christine Hunter.”

“Allo, it’s Doctor Kalbfleischer,” he says.

“Oh, Doc, what’s up?”

“Not much,” he says. You can hear some things shattering in the background. Or those his girls? “Sorry about the noise, we have been working around the clock now and I have you scheduled for an appointment tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, okay, thanks,” you say. “Anything else?”

“Well, I got to keep my pet pig from the Mansion! Little Bubi has been a nightmare so far trying to adapt but-“

“Wait.” You pause for a second. What did he say? “Did you say appointment?”

“Ja. What, you did not know? Operator #5 was very clear to set up a special appointment for you in my new office in New York. Some sort of medical physical.” What? He set up an appointment without your permission? Ugh, that is just your boss for you. You shake your head. “Allo? You still there? It is just for you, I mean, if you want to bring your friends, fine. Operator #5 tells me you have something in your chest too that I should avoid, what is with that?”

> “Right, I’ll be there.”
> “Can we not? Maybe delay this a bit? I’m on call.”
> Other

>>42707099
It builds character is all!
Alternatively: oh, she won't need to do any swimming.

>>42707142
> “Right, I’ll be there.”

>>42707142
> “Right, I’ll be there.”
A physical? Truly, Libby's greatest challenge to date!

>>42707142
> “Right, I’ll be there.”
>Also, contact Operator 5 to confirm that we do have a check-up planned.
While I trust the good doctor, it seems odd that operator 5 wouldn't inform us about it.

>>42707142
>>42707194
Smart, I'll definitely support checking.

>>42707194
>>42707142
Supporting.

>>42707142
> “Can we not? Maybe delay this a bit? I’m on call.”

>>42707126
>the pool
I'm sure she'd prefer private show, Libby.

>>42707194
Yeah, we have fallen for traps that started this way before.

>>42707268
Yup, and a newly recruited mad scientist with poor moral record is definitely not top of my 'people to trust' list.

>>42707142
>> “Right, I’ll be there.”
Fishy, doublecheck with #5. And eat light, they're gonna measure your weight!

> how to speak German
Repeat after the tape: Die Sauerkraut ist in mein Lederhosen.

>>42707349
Wait, Sauerkraut doesn't belong there!

>>42707834
It can belong anywhere if you just believe, anon.

> “Right, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be there, Doc.” You groan, slowly resting your head on the desk. “Just… please don’t be too handsy.”

“Please, when else will I be able to handle pretty young girls!? … but no, I vill not be too handsy. It just a simple physical, see how you stand and see if any modifications to your muscular structure can be done.” What.

“Wait. First off, #5 didn’t even tell me about this. You’re telling me he authorized this?”

“Ja! You can check on him. He seemed pretty last minute about it actually, I am surprised he did not contact you first.”

“Okay, hold on a second.”

You grab your communicator out of your bag and start morsing out a message to #5.


5

DID YOU ASK K TO DO MEDIC THINGS ON ME
LIBRTY

YES

KIRBY WANTED IT

SORRY I DID NOT INFORM WAS BUSY

God dang it, Kirby. What’s he got to do with this now? Wait. You scratch your chin. Wait. If Kirby is behind this. Maybe they found a way to get the Shard out of your body! You snap your fingers. Brilliant! Maybe you can-

GLAD YOU CONNECTD

ATLAS WAS DECODED

COORDINATES COMING IN MAIL

RESPOND AS SOON AS POSSIBLE


… Dang it. Well, time to make a decision you suppose.

> The Atlas can wait.
> The Atlas takes priority.
> Other

>>42707995
>Atlas takes priority

>>42707995
>> The Atlas takes priority.
Sorry herr doktor, the physical will have to wait.

>>42707995
>> The Atlas takes priority.
Always

>>42707995
>The Atlas takes priority.
This is one of those decisions I feel like we're going to regret either way.

>>42707995
>> The Atlas can wait.
We have the lead anyway. Lets get our weakness sorted first.

>>42707995
> The Atlas takes priority.
It will when captcha will let me fucking post past these streetsign images at least.

>>42708067
A reverse Xanatos gambit. If we ignore the Atlas then Knives is sure to beat us to it. If we ignore the Shard it is gonna cause some Bad Stuff (tm) to Libby.

>>42708067
Certainly seems that way anon. Oh well, just gotta take it on the chin!

>>42707995
> Other
>How long will the exam take?
>How long will it take to get ready to travel to the location?

The exam might fix our shard.

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> The Atlas takes priority.

You step into the dining room, yawning as you sit down with Sumire and Rana. “Sounded like an important call,” says Sumire. Was she really eavesdropping? That’s a habit you’re going to need to beat out of her. “What was it about?”

“I got an appointment with Doctor K in the future, a physical.” Sumire quirks her brow, interested. “But before that. The Atlas has been founded.”

“Where?” asks Rana.

You place down the envelope you picked up out of the mail, and then tear it open. You open it up to reveal a simple piece of paper with only the coordinates and photo of the island. It looks vaguely like a circle with a tail splitting off into the southwest, and part of that circle cut open by a quarter. “Coordinates are 34 degrees 57 south, 150 degrees 30 west. East of New Zealand thereabouts. It’s a small little desert island in the middle of nowhere.”

“Good.” Sumire smiles a bit, taking a look at the photo. “Was getting sick of Skull Island. That island can’t sink any faster.” Skull Island is a heaven for scientists looking to find how evolution progresses and how on Earth something like that survived. You’re not one yourself but you can understand their plight. That statement Sumire just made seems a bit insensitive. “So, what we leave tomorrow?”

“Yes,” you say. “How we leave though is up to me. We can go by air, we can go by boat, it’s your choice.”

Rana purses her lips a bit, thinking. “What about the Sparrow?” The Sparrow, your old Zep. You look over at Sumire. Perhaps she would care to remind everyone why you can’t use the Sparrow and why it’s now being repaired in Detroit. She grins a bit, sinking in her seat like a ship.

“We can’t use the Sparrow,” you say. “At least, not until it’s fixed.” Rana frowns deeply, looking down at her plate. “I’m sorry, Rana. Maybe next time. I know you love that little ship.”

[1/2]

>>42708680
[2/2]

“Yeah, it’s okay.” She crosses her arms, glaring a little at Sumire.

“Hey, don’t look at me!” she says. “Like I said, it wasn’t my fault.”

“Regardless of who’s fault it was,” you say. “We still need transport. You guys got any ideas?” They shake their heads. Poor things, they must have really wanted to get the Sparrow back. Oh well.

“It’s up to you, Libby.” She smiles a bit. “Hey, if it’s a desert island, you know…” She points to your bag, still having the swimsuit in it. “We could go for a swim you and I.” You lean in, smiling, and she leans in as well, smiling happily. You then flick her forehead, silencing her. As if. You’re not going to the island to relax. And god knows the last time you went to the beach you were tanned for weeks. Frustrating.

> “I’ll see about hiring a tramp ship to take us there.”
> “I’ll look into renting a plane.”
> “I’ll see if there are any Zeps available.”
> Other

>>42708702
> “I’ll see if there are any Zeps available.”
Finally, Zep time!

>>42708702
>> “I’ll see if there are any Zeps available.”
Like we would take anything else

>>42708702
> “I’ll see if there are any Zeps available.”
Night Schteel, I need to be up early so.

>>42708702
>“I’ll look into renting a plane.”
Crashing is fun!

>>42708800
Crashing a zep is funner!

>>42708702
>> “I’ll look into renting a plane.”

>>42708702
> “I’ll see about hiring a tramp ship to take us there.”

>>42708702
>“I’ll see if there are any Zeps available.”
Strapping ourselves to a terribly slow, terribly visible and terribly inflammable aircraft? What are we waiting for?

>tramp ship
Isn't any ship Sumire gets onto a tramp ship by default?

>>42708990
Wow anon, how rude. That's GS's waifu you know!

>>42708702
>“I’ll look into renting a plane.”

Speed is important.

>>42708702
>“I’ll look into renting a plane.”
In b4 Knives is piloting it.
Actually, I wonder if she'll introduce Libby to the Mile High club.

>>42709203
Knives will never get that Libby ass anon.
Maybe Sumire if she's lucky.

>>42708800
I wonder who can crash a plane faster:

Libby or Bane?

>>42709362
I don't know. But I can tell you this: Libby leaves more survivors.

> “I’ll see if there are any Zeps available.”

“I’ll see if there are any Zeps available,” you say. Rana grins happily, tapping her fingers on the dining table. “Hopefully there’ll be one. We’ll travel to the island in style.” Sumire shrugs, apparently not caring about the transport, just as long as it works. “In the meantime, let’s just try to get some rest. Okay?” You look over at Rana. “Did you get the score from today’s game?”

She nods, reaching into her breast pocket and pulling out the scorecard. “There you go, Dodgers three, Giants two.” Oh, those bums are actually doing something for once, beyond that perfect game that you missed. You sigh, you’ll never forgive #5 for that one. “I’ll get an early lead on a bath.” She stands up, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

Sumire kicks her feet up on the dining table, wiggling her bare toes. “So. You’re skipping the physical?”

You gently take Sumire’s feet and drop them off the table. We eat there you savage, goodness. “Yes.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” What would she know about dangerous? “I’m just saying. The Shard’s still stuck in you. Who knows how it might affect you.”

“It’s a weak spot, all I have to do is not get hit,” you simply state. “It’s like if I were a crab and my weak spot is below me. I just have to keep my shell up. Isn’t that simple?”

“You’re not a crab.” Sumire rolls her eyes. “If anything you’re more like a tortoise.” You shake your head, crossing your arms. “Look, Libby. I just worry for you, alright?”

“How much did Rana pay you to say that?” you ask.

“Ten bucks,” she says. She twiddles her fingers a bit, embarrassed. “But you know, I do actually genuinely worry about you! I mean, who’s going to sign my checks? Who’s going to take me on easy missions?” She leans in, shocked. “Who’s going to take me to baseball games where I can nap peacefully?” You gently slap her on the forehead, knocking her back into her seat. “Come on! Is it really that unbelievable?”

[1/2]

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>>42709565
[2/2]

“No, I’m just having fun.” You smile a little. “You don’t need to worry. Besides, Doctor K is probably taking it as an excuse to molest me or something.” You shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first time a Nazi tried to do that.”

“Yeah, Doctor K did seem a bit attracted to us,” she says. “Not that I mind. I like being reminded I’m young and beautiful.” She tilts her head to the side, looking at you through half-lidded eyes and with a saucy smirk that could make ice cream spicy. “What do you think?”

“I think he’s old, a Nazi, and a pedophile,” you say. “Though…” You sigh, crossing your arms. “He kind of reminds me of my Dad, just a little bit.”

“… an old Nazi pedophile of your dad?” You blush a little, then glance furiously at her. “Just saying.”

You scoff. “Please, Sumire. Spare me your wit.”

“Hmph.” She takes her plate and stands up, heading to the kitchen. “You know Libby, there is one thing I’ve been meaning to ask.” Oh? “You’ve been having all of these nightmares lately involving that Knife nut girl. What’s her face, whatever. Don’t you think you should like… get some help with that?”

You squint, then slowly lean in as if you can hear her more clearly. “Get help with my nightmares?”

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t mind when you sleep with me. I do mind when you wake me up in the middle of the night screaming bloody rape.” She places her hands on her hips. “Hell, you can talk to me about it. It’s okay if you really genuinely are scared of her.”

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>>42709579
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“I’m not.” Sumire picks up a knife out of the sink, then jabs it into a cutting board. You flinch, then look at her. She stares at you with a very knowing look. “… I’m not!” You stand up, walking to the wall and turning around. “Christ. Where’s this all coming from, Sumire?”

Sumire frowns, then pulls the knife out of the board and drops it back into the sink. “Libby. I do actually worry about you, sometimes. I worry about money more.” You roll your eyes. Where is she going with this? “But you know, it’s not nice when you’re stressing about something.” You sigh, leaning on the wall. What do you tell her?

Rana pokes her head in, apparently not having heard of any the preceding conversation. “Bath’s ready if anyone wants it.”

> “Dibs.”
> “You guys can go first, I’m heading to bed early.”
> Other

>>42709607
> “Dibs.”
Avoidance!

>>42709607
>> “Dibs.”
Quickly before Sumire asks more questions.

>>42709607
>“You guys can go first, I’m heading to bed early.”
Sleep is important!

inb4 Kniv-mare

>>42709607
> “You guys can go first, I’m heading to bed early.”

>>42709607
>> “You guys can go first, I’m heading to bed early.”

>>42709607
>> Other
Share the bath! Gave some girl skinship and bonding time... or something... or whatever gets three mahou shoujo naked in the bath!

>>42709607
>>42709719
Sharing IS caring. I for one am convinced.

>>42709719
Wrong type of magical girl quest m8.

We bond with our girls over basketball, beating the shit out of Nazis and MURRICA.

The closest thing we have encountered to anything lewd is our Yandere Nazi stalker, Knives. And let's just say that most lewd things loose their appeal around her due to her fetish for torture.

>>42709607
>“Dibs.”

And expect some degree of shenanigans from Sumire

>>42709607
>“Dibs.”

>>42709607
>“Dibs.”

> “Dibs.”


“Dibs.” You walk into the bathroom very quickly and shut the door behind you. Boy, are you glad to be out of that conversation. You shake your head quickly and start stripping. So what if she thinks you’re scared of someone? You’re not scared of Knives per say. It’s more… you don’t really want to see her again. Simple enough. Still, you take a testing poke of the water. Hot as can be. Perfect. You slip yourself down into it and sigh deeply. Absolutely perfect.

Bath times like these you kind of wish you had the radio in the tub with you. Oh wait, you do! Rather dangerously considering you’ve seen someone die of electrocution in water, but you had #5 specially design this for you to be waterproofed and battery operated. You quickly lean up and tune into a radio station. Baseball, nah. Maybe just music for now. You lean back on the porcelain and sigh in pure bliss.

You hear the door open, then see Sumire walk in. “… I thought I said dibs,” you say.

She giggles a bit, dropping her dress down onto the floor, and then muscling her way into the tub on the other side. This wasn’t particularly a roomy tub so now her feet were resting on your shoulders. “Come on! You know you love it.”

“Agh, motherhubbaring…” You groan. Fine. Just this once. But if she ever interrupts you having a bath again, you’re going to cut her pay. “Whatever. Just, please don’t do anything crass.”

She kicks her leg up, and you’re allowed quite the stunning look at it. “Aw, it’s fine. I’m just here to clean up anyway. Want to help?” Some of the liquid on your face is now sweat. Ugh. Fine. If it makes her get out of here faster.

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>>42710346
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Rana sings as she sits in the bath. Sumire has already gone to bed while you’re spending some more time studying the photographs of the island. On the couch, you sit in nothing but a towel wrapped around your body. You’ll get dressed into a nightgown later. You’re sure this seems familiar, but you’re not particular sure where to put your finger on it. But at that moment, Kirby arrives. He materializes on the windowsill. “Hello, Liberty.”

“Kirby. You know, it would’ve been nice to know you wanted a physical for me,” you say. “Did you find a way to get the Shard of my body?”

He shakes his head. “Unfortunately not.” What? Then what did he want you to go to New York for? “I was informed by Doctor Kalbfleischer and Operator #5 that you were going to be busy anyway. So we still have time.” You’re about to ask when he says, “Yes, you may be wondering why ask for a physical when we do not have a tangible solution.”

“… so?”

“We were hoping Doctor Kalbfleischer would have one. That is why we specifically targeted him for extraction.” Ah, so it wasn’t Operator #5’s idea to bring him over. It was Kirby’s. “As disagreeable as some of his views may be, he will be an invaluable asset towards your recovery.”

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>>42710362
“Yeah, I guess.” You kick your foot up on the coffee table. “So what then? He speeds things up?”

“Hopefully. He has experience bonding magic with those who cannot use it. You should ask him about the Storm Ace. He created him after all.” What!? You narrow his eyes. “And certain other parts of the Magisch Korps. Extracting him will be an indirect blow to the Korps ability to research and develop in the magical fields.”

“How exactly did he-“

“He only said that he did. He refuses to elaborate.” Kirby tilts his head. “He seems scared of the topic.” Fair enough. That guy could crush a tank just by looking at it. Otto von Bismarck has nothing on him. “However, we would like to apologize for inconvenience, Liberty.”

“It’s fine.” You cross your arms. “It’s no trouble.”

“We genuinely would like to get the Shard out of you as soon as possible. Though, if you need our help with your upcoming mission, I will gladly volunteer my services for however long you need me.”

> “No, you’re fine where you are.”
> “Actually, yeah. I’d like for you to come along.”
> Other

>>42710377
>“Actually, yeah. I’d like for you to come along.”
Kirby is a bro. And besides, it would do him some good to stretch his legs a bit.

>>42710377
>“Actually, yeah. I’d like for you to come along.”
He is pretty useful.

>>42710377
>“Actually, yeah. I’d like for you to come along.”

He's been awesome help in the past.

>>42710377
>“Actually, yeah. I’d like for you to come along.”

>>42710377
>“Actually, yeah. I’d like for you to come along.”
With Herr Doktor defecting, have we killed the Storm Ace once and for all?

> “Actually, yeah. I’d like for you to come along.”

You nod, standing up. “I actually would like for you to come along, Kirby. It’s been a while since you and I got to work together on something.” You smile. “It’ll be like the old days.”

Kirby tilts his head. “Back then you were very clumsy and many were able to give you a very hard fight. These days are nostalgic for you?” Honestly, they were. You nod. You remember those days. Those were the days, the days of cops and robbers, foiling the mob at every turn, defeating spies and saboteurs. And getting to work with Dad too! You smile brightly, looking out the window towards the LA skyline. Dark, but still with lights here and there. Definitely room for improvement. “Very well. I will accompany you on the mission. I will provide what aide I can to you.”

“Thanks, Kirby.” You turn around to look at him. “You know… Kirby, can I ask a favor?” He tilts his head. “… can you do anything about dreams?”

“Dreams?” One of his eyes narrow inquisitively. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh… no reason.” Lying is a sin, Christine. “Just been having a few nightmares as well. A nice good dream would be a very welcome change of pace.”

“Well. We do have the ability to enter the dream state and alter it to our needs. It is how we first met after all.” He tilts his head again. “What would you like to dream about?”

You smile, thinking.

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>>42711138
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“Swing and a fly ball to deep left center! It’s carrying, it’s carrying, and home run for number 5, Joe DiMaggio! And the Yankees lead it five to three!” You listen to the game on the radio, simultaneously while sitting behind the Yankees dugout. You, Sumire, Rana, Anneliese, and Kirby have reserved seats for what is possibly the best view in the ballpark. You’re keeping score in your scorebook, kicking your feet up and watching the game. Rana is cheering on the Yankees, chewing on a hot dog at the same time.

“I do not get it,” says Anneliese. “So the ball is out and they all score?”

“Yes, Anne.” You mark Joltin’ Joe’s three run shot down on the scoresheet. “Every man on base gets a free run when the ball is hit out of fair territory.” Anneliese nods, scratching her chin, still confused by it all. You look over at Sumire next to you, who is napping peacefully. Apparently not even the cheer of the crowds is enough to wake her.

Typical. Even in your dreams, she’s sleeping through an amazing ball game.

Kirby sits on your shoulder. “This is what you call a good dream?”

You shrug. “Well, I don’t mind spending time with my friends.” You smile at Kirby. “Don’t understand that?”

“Well, most girls who ask for their dreams to be altered ask for extravagance. This is… less than extravagant.”

“Oh, you’ll see.” You point to the next batter coming up. “Here, let me explain baseball to you, Kirby.”

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That's it for tonight's chapter of Magical Girl Liberty. I ran today because unfortunately I won't be available for this weekend as family is coming home. Perhaps next weekend. Hopefully you all enjoyed.

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>>42711231
Thanks for the thread!

>>42711231
See you next time.

>>42711231

Thanks for the fun, Boss.