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		<title>A Soulgem Darkly (And What He Found There)</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Interval 01: Extraneous ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I knew my day was going to hell when the RPG came floating through the Suplex Burger.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked up in time to see it emerge from behind a businessman’s briefcase, floating spigot-first and spinning the wrong way as always. It drifted over my table, almost brushing my half-eaten Elbow Drop before passing through the opposite window near the bicycle rack. It flew straight and true for the road, and I felt irritated, but not surprised when it slid neatly into the side-window of a battered black-and-white Crown Vic and vanished.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ex-copper car compounded the driver's name, a double irony worthy of the entire clown troupe. That was Santa Destroy in a fucking nutshell, really; symbols of order trailing chaos, men biting dogs being wagged by their own tails, the Dream dictating reality. It's all upside down here, where the women glow and men plunder, and it's usually a cage match between Metal Gear and Pecos Bill that sends one running for cover.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And by Christ, was it getting old.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stuffed the Elbow Drop in my mouth, silently weeping for the glory of salty greasy splendor I hadn't time to savor and chewed quick. It wasn't wise to fill my stomach more – vomit-chan brought the &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;gnarly&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; shit,claymation-tier, but I was hungry. I was draining my Dr. Pepper when the first one appeared, fluttering its garishly-colored way down the center of the road. Two more had passed by the time I shouldered the door open, scarfing my fries with both hands. The midsummer air was still suffocatingly hot, even with the long slanting rays of the Californian sun slipping away towards dusk. Thermals shimmered in the golden light as they rose from the worn asphalt ribbon arrowing westward, translucent technicolor phantoms rising in the Vic's wake. The car slowed and turned out of sight, but the ephemeral butterflies remained, growing more flesh than phantasm by the second in the failing light, their wings wafting in a wind that wasn't there. The prowling Vic's throaty growl died, leaving only the suffuse, grating thrum of cicada song. I hesitated at the curb, staring down the shimmering blacktop with its flanking phantoms, and considered going back for a refill. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A shadow flitted across the road; defying the sun angle. I knew it well; the long body, the pencil-thin swept wings, patiently orbiting. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Figured.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fucking &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;figured.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pegged my empty cup at the trash can by the door and stepped onto the sweltering asphalt. The spots on every phantasmal wing rotated to study me; a gauntlet of ghostly eyes to follow my tread into the sunset. I finished my fries languidly, chucking the crumpled sleeve at the peanut gallery when I was done. They were the first thing in this town to give me a second glance - and I didn't like it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Off the asphalt, into the dirt access roads where sparse desert grass grew about abandoned loading docks; harboring cicadas who's song rebounded from cinderblock walls till my skull seemed to thrum in resonance. Ever-fleshier phantoms fluttered over rooftops and wound 'round power lines, leading me to the Vic two blocks down, parked under a streetlamp that buzzed and ticked feebly, trying to light as the burnt orange sky darkened towards night. I strained to sift the tick-tocks of a cooling engine out of the buzzing din, checked both ways, and slipped onto a side-street proper. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Faded aluminum storage sheds flanked a road terminating at the towering slabs of large loading doors over which smokestacks towered, their metal-clad tops glinting with the very last rays of a sinking sun. The dark ribbon of road was eroded 'bout the edges by drifting desert sands that swallowed my footsteps. The fast-fading skyglow fuzzed every shadow, blurring boundries between objects till they seemed to flow into one another, smears of suggestion on an unfinished canvas. Only the butterflies stood out, their garish colors making their lines distinct against the blur; creating a lane that guided my eyes to the scarf, swaying slightly with its owners steps - black and white distinct against all the shades of grey. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The smokestacks were rearing overhead, huge fingers clawing at the dark purple sky when that light glinted at &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;me,&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; two long rows of insectoid eyes shifting to stare my way. I stepped behind the stripped hulk of a forklift, peering through the cab's wire-mesh cage that smeared my face's outline into the shadows. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The scarf had stilled. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes caught the burnished gleam of brass winking from something small; then a pinkish-pale luminance like the moon just after sunset. She was facing down the street, eyes focused on the glowing light in her palm. Her red sweatshirt and auburn hair absorbed the gentle luminance, leaving only her silhouette. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a few fruitless seconds of concentrating, she looked up, scanning the shadowed street. She looked familiar; another young face with old eyes. Her lips parted as a half-formed challenge circled in her mind... and faded with the light as she slowly closed her hand over the gem. She looked small amidst the hulking shadows; searching the dark anxiously for an alien presence. &lt;br /&gt;
She broke the spell abruptly, spinning curtly on her heel and drawing her magic over her like a cape as she slid from sight. Her peers were confirmed absent, and anyone else...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, they were just a normie with a death wish. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Interval 02: When It Rains (Indoors) ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My day went to hell when the rainstorm swept through the factory.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was three steps shy of my target when it hit; the dull roar of raindrops hammering against the cluttered factory floor below and echoing back to the vaulted ceiling above. The faint silhouette before me blurred into the black as sheets of water doused the faint sky-glow of Destroy proper filtering through the distant windows. I heard the squeak of shoe soles on steel and lunged, planting my shoulder in his midsection. The fucking shotgun went off in my ear as we went down, the barrel warm in my hands as I ripped it from his grip and brought the stock down on something that shattered with that special heartbreaking tinkle expensive electronics make when you drop them. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's about when some asshole on the catwalk opposite spotted me. I heard the first slug whistle past my ear, the sharp report crashing around the huge building. I rolled off the catwalk, gripping the rain-slick lip with one hand and getting my feet beneath me before dropping blind into the dark, terror surging through me for a long second before my sneakers found something blessedly flat; the top of a story-tall machine tool. I lunged sideways, knowing the asshole was already drawing a fresh bead when the air itself exploded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My electronic earbuds muted the deafening report, but the shockwave thumped through my chest like a hammerblow as my vision shattered into delphinium shards, fading slowly towards the afterimage of a jagged line of light. I pumped a fresh shell into the action and threw myself prone, knowing my attacker's NVGs would already be readjusting to the ambient light - if he could find me through the downpour. Cold rain trickled down my spine and hammered its chill into my skull as I peered down the glossy ribbon of blued steel into the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He fired again, another slug skipping off steel to my left, far too close. The afterimage of his muzzle-flash lit silhouette blazed bright in my mind as I pinned it beneath the bright wink of the beadsight and fired; then rolled right and shimmed backwards as I pumped another shell into the action, heart hammering and hair on end - but all I heard was the final, brief clatter of his rifle hitting the concrete floor below. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My toes found a narrow maintenance stairway a long thirty seconds later, and within a minute I was huddled in a filthy, oily alcove beneath the hulking apparatus as I listened to the shouts and screams and gurgles of whatever poor bastards had crossed the Eighth this month. I plucked the earbuds out - they were only amplifying the incessant deluge's drumbeat, which was why vomit-chan dropped it in the first place. Her caution was well-placed - they clearly knew she was coming. No matter how subtle the Callidius, a 12 gauge slug to the skull will slow their roll right fucking quick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Which was why I was here in the first place - in Santa Destroy, a better, bolder class of killer was only a phone call away. I steadied my breathing and focused my thoughts, feeling outward through the darkness for the foe harbingered by the JSOW. They would be subtle and quick, ghosting through the dark downpour like a gliding owl. Tension trickled down my spine as I strained to hear the stealthy surresations of stalking enemies through the downpour. Some furtive rustle sent the punp-action to my shoulder, squeezing in a stale breath as I took up the trigger-slack and sighted in on a flashing neon parrot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flashing fucking neon &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;parrot.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It ambled over the floor aimlessly, occasionally flapping its wings to hop over unseen obstacles. Its bright blue belly strobed green, rubescent face pulsing yellow. The parrot's lurid light lingered not upon the floor nor fuzzed as it shone through the sheeting rain; 'twas a luminance all its own, a vision more vivid than reality. Next game the gyrating worm, twisting across the factory floor in flashes of purple and lime-green - then the angled face, luminous neon eyes shifting to and fro. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I watched the parade of neon nightmares gamboling through the rainstorm drenching the interior of a building in the Californian desert and decided that I really, really hated that double-braided dyke. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I fell into train, sliding between a pinball machine with eyes and a curly-cue shaped fellow, stepping around the unseen debris indicated by undulations in their line. Through the dark factory I stalked, stealthy progress presaged by my neon honor guard. The rain was slackening, begging a slower, softer pace - but the colorful conga-line would not be delayed. Ahead they faded from sight as they phased through a wall. I approached cautiously, shotgun at low ready as I reached out to probe the barrier with the muzzle.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
And then it &amp;lt;b&amp;gt;hit&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My consciousness floated airily above reality for a second before tearing back in with awful impetus. The sallow light of a sodium lamp shone through the open doorway before me, casting a sulfurous halo around my attacker as he wound up a double-handed overhead blow, the hilt of his golf club deforming the rictus grin of his rubber horse mask. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Fuck&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; this town. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Interval 03: Enter The Nightmare ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I lay on a filthy floor with a horse-masked murderer winding up to cave me in with a golf club, I decided that Stanford could suck a fat one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I swept the shotgun overhead in time to block the crushing swing, the golf club hooking the weapon and ripping it from my grasp. I rolled away and twirled to my feet as the follow-up rebounded from the concrete floor with a sharp crack. My spring-loaded baton snapped open with a snick as horsemask waded in once more, twisting his hips into his next swing. It smashed into my double-handed block, releasing the baton's business end when he yanked again, letting the club slide up the shaft and into my waiting palm. I stepped in, snapping out a swift blow from the elbow that he caught on his hunched shoulder, sparing his neck. I felt the club slip and sprang back as a long blade leaped from his jacket, club clattering to the concrete as our weapons clashed. He caught my counterblow on his blade, grabbing my baton with his free hand. Mine smacked into his wrist as his blade flashed towards my face, arresting the slash. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We strained for a long heartbeat in the black, trying to overpower one another - then he heaved upwards, trying to roll over me like a wave. I bent beneath his bulk, and just before I buckled I slammed my knee into his belly and sent him sailing overhead. Scarcely did my shoulders scrape concrete before I flipped over and scuttled forward, baton cocked overhead to smash anything that moved. The trap sprung, my work was done - but now I was righteously pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slithered through the gloom a few more yards, sliding my feet silently through shallow puddles as the rain drizzled out, but found nothing. The gale-force was gone, taking the rain with him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wendy left a few minutes later, wringing out her scarf with a sigh as I crouched behind a control console. The exterior door wheezed shut on a weary piston, the muted click of the latch lost in the echoes of drips falling into puddles throughout the building. It was a cave now, concealed, cavernous and quartering only corpses. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cleared out before the cleanup crew arrived, squelching my way through the sand drifting against the curbs. The steady sonorous wind sang its way through the sagging sheds and slipped under my shirt, sending shivers up my spine. I stepped quickly, seeking the sallow light of sodium lamps or deeper shade, anywhere that moonlight shadows couldn't stalk. I wanted to flash my plastic at the Plastic and plaster over this whole fucking night - without company. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'd almost gained the streetlights when I heard a soft susurration clashing with the cicadasong. I twirled, baton snapping open-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-but nothing came. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I hope you fucking eggheads are right,&amp;quot; I bitched to a brick wall as I slammed my baton against it to collapse the shaft. &amp;quot;Because I don't know how much more of this shit I can take.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== placeholder ==&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>A Soulgem Darkly (And What He Found There)</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: Created page with &amp;quot;== Interval 01: Extraneous ==  I knew my day was going to hell when the RPG came floating through the Suplex Burger.  I looked up in time to see it emerge from behind a busine...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Interval 01: Extraneous ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I knew my day was going to hell when the RPG came floating through the Suplex Burger.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked up in time to see it emerge from behind a businessman’s briefcase, floating spigot-first and spinning the wrong way as always. It drifted over my table, almost brushing my half-eaten Elbow Drop before passing through the opposite window near the bicycle rack. It flew straight and true for the road, and I felt irritated, but not surprised when it slid neatly into the side-window of a battered black-and-white Crown Vic and vanished.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ex-copper car compounded the driver's name, a double irony worthy of the entire clown troupe. That was Santa Destroy in a fucking nutshell, really; symbols of order trailing chaos, men biting dogs being wagged by their own tails, the Dream dictating reality. It's all upside down here, where the women glow and men plunder, and it's usually a cage match between Metal Gear and Pecos Bill that sends one running for cover.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And by Christ, was it getting old.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stuffed the Elbow Drop in my mouth, silently weeping for the glory of salty greasy splendor I hadn't time to savor and chewed quick. It wasn't wise to fill my stomach more – vomit-chan brought the &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;gnarly&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; shit,claymation-tier, but I was hungry. I was draining my Dr. Pepper when the first one appeared, fluttering its garishly-colored way down the center of the road. Two more had passed by the time I shouldered the door open, scarfing my fries with both hands. The midsummer air was still suffocatingly hot, even with the long slanting rays of the Californian sun slipping away towards dusk. Thermals shimmered in the golden light as they rose from the worn asphalt ribbon arrowing westward, translucent technicolor phantoms rising in the Vic's wake. The car slowed and turned out of sight, but the ephemeral butterflies remained, growing more flesh than phantasm by the second in the failing light, their wings wafting in a wind that wasn't there. The prowling Vic's throaty growl died, leaving only the suffuse, grating thrum of cicada song. I hesitated at the curb, staring down the shimmering blacktop with its flanking phantoms, and considered going back for a refill. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A shadow flitted across the road; defying the sun angle. I knew it well; the long body, the pencil-thin swept wings, patiently orbiting. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Figured.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fucking &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;figured.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pegged my empty cup at the trash can by the door and stepped onto the sweltering asphalt. The spots on every phantasmal wing rotated to study me; a gauntlet of ghostly eyes to follow my tread into the sunset. I finished my fries languidly, chucking the crumpled sleeve at the peanut gallery when I was done. They were the first thing in this town to give me a second glance - and I didn't like it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Off the asphalt, into the dirt access roads where sparse desert grass grew about abandoned loading docks; harboring cicadas who's song rebounded from cinderblock walls till my skull seemed to thrum in resonance. Ever-fleshier phantoms fluttered over rooftops and wound 'round power lines, leading me to the Vic two blocks down, parked under a streetlamp that buzzed and ticked feebly, trying to light as the burnt orange sky darkened towards night. I strained to sift the tick-tocks of a cooling engine out of the buzzing din, checked both ways, and slipped onto a side-street proper. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Faded aluminum storage sheds flanked a road terminating at the towering slabs of large loading doors over which smokestacks towered, their metal-clad tops glinting with the very last rays of a sinking sun. The dark ribbon of road was eroded 'bout the edges by drifting desert sands that swallowed my footsteps. The fast-fading skyglow fuzzed every shadow, blurring boundries between objects till they seemed to flow into one another, smears of suggestion on an unfinished canvas. Only the butterflies stood out, their garish colors making their lines distinct against the blur; creating a lane that guided my eyes to the scarf, swaying slightly with its owners steps - black and white distinct against all the shades of grey. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The smokestacks were rearing overhead, huge fingers clawing at the dark purple sky when that light glinted at &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;me,&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; two long rows of insectoid eyes shifting to stare my way. I stepped behind the stripped hulk of a forklift, peering through the cab's wire-mesh cage that smeared my face's outline into the shadows. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The scarf had stilled. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes caught the burnished gleam of brass winking from something small; then a pinkish-pale luminance like the moon just after sunset. She was facing down the street, eyes focused on the glowing light in her palm. Her red sweatshirt and auburn hair absorbed the gentle luminance, leaving only her silhouette. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a few fruitless seconds of concentrating, she looked up, scanning the shadowed street. She looked familiar; another young face with old eyes. Her lips parted as a half-formed challenge circled in her mind... and faded with the light as she slowly closed her hand over the gem. She looked small amidst the hulking shadows; searching the dark anxiously for an alien presence. &lt;br /&gt;
She broke the spell abruptly, spinning curtly on her heel and drawing her magic over her like a cape as she slid from sight. Her peers were confirmed absent, and anyone else...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, they were just a normie with a death wish. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Interval 02: When It Rains (Indoors) ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My day went to hell when the rainstorm swept through the factory.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was three steps shy of my target when it hit; the dull roar of raindrops hammering against the cluttered factory floor below and echoing back to the vaulted ceiling above. The faint silhouette before me blurred into the black as sheets of water doused the faint sky-glow of Destroy proper filtering through the distant windows. I heard the squeak of shoe soles on steel and lunged, planting my shoulder in his midsection. The fucking shotgun went off in my ear as we went down, the barrel warm in my hands as I ripped it from his grip and brought the stock down on something that shattered with that special heartbreaking tinkle expensive electronics make when you drop them. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's about when some asshole on the catwalk opposite spotted me. I heard the first slug whistle past my ear, the sharp report crashing around the huge building. I rolled off the catwalk, gripping the rain-slick lip with one hand and getting my feet beneath me before dropping blind into the dark, terror surging through me for a long second before my sneakers found something blessedly flat; the top of a story-tall machine tool. I lunged sideways, knowing the asshole was already drawing a fresh bead when the air itself exploded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My electronic earbuds muted the deafening report, but the shockwave thumped through my chest like a hammerblow as my vision shattered into delphinium shards, fading slowly towards the afterimage of a jagged line of light. I pumped a fresh shell into the action and threw myself prone, knowing my attacker's NVGs would already be readjusting to the ambient light - if he could find me through the downpour. Cold rain trickled down my spine and hammered its chill into my skull as I peered down the glossy ribbon of blued steel into the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He fired again, another slug skipping off steel to my left, far too close. The afterimage of his muzzle-flash lit silhouette blazed bright in my mind as I pinned it beneath the bright wink of the beadsight and fired; then rolled right and shimmed backwards as I pumped another shell into the action, heart hammering and hair on end - but all I heard was the final, brief clatter of his rifle hitting the concrete floor below. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My toes found a narrow maintenance stairway a long thirty seconds later, and within a minute I was huddled in a filthy, oily alcove beneath the hulking apparatus as I listened to the shouts and screams and gurgles of whatever poor bastards had crossed the Eighth this month. I plucked the earbuds out - they were only amplifying the incessant deluge's drumbeat, which was why vomit-chan dropped it in the first place. Her caution was well-placed - they clearly knew she was coming. No matter how subtle the Callidius, a 12 gauge slug to the skull will slow their roll right fucking quick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Which was why I was here in the first place - in Santa Destroy, a better, bolder class of killer was only a phone call away. I steadied my breathing and focused my thoughts, feeling outward through the darkness for the foe harbingered by the JSOW. They would be subtle and quick, ghosting through the dark downpour like a gliding owl. Tension trickled down my spine as I strained to hear the stealthy surresations of stalking enemies through the downpour. Some furtive rustle sent the punp-action to my shoulder, squeezing in a stale breath as I took up the trigger-slack and sighted in on a flashing neon parrot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flashing fucking neon &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;parrot.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It ambled over the floor aimlessly, occasionally flapping its wings to hop over unseen obstacles. Its bright blue belly strobed green, rubescent face pulsing yellow. The parrot's lurid light lingered not upon the floor nor fuzzed as it shone through the sheeting rain; 'twas a luminance all its own, a vision more vivid than reality. Next game the gyrating worm, twisting across the factory floor in flashes of purple and lime-green - then the angled face, luminous neon eyes shifting to and fro. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I watched the parade of neon nightmares gamboling through the rainstorm drenching the interior of a building in the Californian desert and decided that I really, really hated that double-braided dyke. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I fell into train, sliding between a pinball machine with eyes and a curly-cue shaped fellow, stepping around the unseen debris indicated by undulations in their line. Through the dark factory I stalked, stealthy progress presaged by my neon honor guard. The rain was slackening, begging a slower, softer pace - but the colorful conga-line would not be delayed. Ahead they faded from sight as they phased through a wall. I approached cautiously, shotgun at low ready as I reached out to probe the barrier with the muzzle.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
And then it &amp;lt;b&amp;gt;hit&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My consciousness floated airily above reality for a second before tearing back in with awful impetus. The sallow light of a sodium lamp shone through the open doorway before me, casting a sulfurous halo around my attacker as he wound up a double-handed overhead blow, the hilt of his golf club deforming the rictus grin of his rubber horse mask. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Fuck&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; this town. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Interval 03: Enter The Nightmare ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I lay on a filthy floor with a horse-masked murderer winding up to cave me in with a golf club, I decided that Stanford could suck a fat one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I swept the shotgun overhead in time to block the crushing swing, the golf club hooking the weapon and ripping it from my grasp. I rolled away and twirled to my feet as the follow-up rebounded from the concrete floor with a sharp crack. My spring-loaded baton snapped open with a snick as horsemask waded in once more, twisting his hips into his next swing. It smashed into my double-handed block, releasing the baton's business end when he yanked again, letting the club slide up the shaft and into my waiting palm. I stepped in, snapping out a swift blow from the elbow that he caught on his hunched shoulder, sparing his neck. I felt the club slip and sprang back as a long blade leaped from his jacket, club clattering to the concrete as our weapons clashed. He caught my counterblow on his blade, grabbing my baton with his free hand. Mine smacked into his wrist as his blade flashed towards my face, arresting the slash. &lt;br /&gt;
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We strained for a long heartbeat in the black, trying to overpower one another - then he heaved upwards, trying to roll over me like a wave. I bent beneath his bulk, and just before I buckled I slammed my knee into his belly and sent him sailing overhead. Scarcely did my shoulders scrape concrete before I flipped over and scuttled forward, baton cocked overhead to smash anything that moved. The trap sprung, my work was done - but now I was righteously pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;
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I slithered through the gloom a few more yards, sliding my feet silently through shallow puddles as the rain drizzled out, but found nothing. The gale-force was gone, taking the rain with him. &lt;br /&gt;
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Wendy left a few minutes later, wringing out her scarf with a sigh as I crouched behind a control console. The exterior door wheezed shut on a weary piston, the muted click of the latch lost in the echoes of drips falling into puddles throughout the building. It was a cave now, concealed, cavernous and quartering only corpses. &lt;br /&gt;
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I cleared out before the cleanup crew arrived, squelching my way through the sand drifting against the curbs. The steady sonorous wind sang its way through the sagging sheds and slipped under my shirt, sending shivers up my spine. I stepped quickly, seeking the sallow light of sodium lamps or deeper shade, anywhere that moonlight shadows couldn't stalk. I wanted to flash my plastic at the Plastic and plaster over this whole fucking night - without company. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'd almost gained the streetlights sulfurous light when I heard a soft susurration clashing with the cicada's sonorous sibilation. I twirled, baton snapping open-&lt;br /&gt;
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-but nothing came. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I hope you fucking eggheads are right,&amp;quot; I bitched to a brick wall as I slammed my baton against it to collapse the shaft. &amp;quot;Because I don't know how much more of this shit I can take.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;== Anchoro ==&lt;br /&gt;
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The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia.  But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's where I'd start – at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;
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It arrived in a plain shipping box one Friday morning, along with the shop manual and some supplemental reading. I carried it to my room and stuffed it under my bed, and for two weeks I studied patiently, digesting each page before accepting the next. When I finally tore away the brown paper and revealed the pistol, gleaming in its grease coating, I felt nothing special – it was a finely-crafted tool, but nothing more; the internal workings surprisingly, even elegantly simple. The real challenge would be learning to use it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola and the Head Maid frequently left the property to attend to this or that. While they were out, I was in the single-lane range that spanned the length of the basement. Soon the malfunctions multifarious sent me back to my studies; trying to determine why ammunition and parts in perfect repair would fail to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took the pistol completely apart for the first time, every nut and screw, carefully measuring each piece and comparing it with the dimensions listed in the shop manual. I bent over my workbench, scowling at the neatly laid-out components.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every part was in perfect order. It was something in the process; the actual movement of machinery that was bedeviling me. I returned to my research, trying to flush out the ghost in the gun.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I learned astounded me. The parts might be simple, but the actual cycle of loading and firing - the moving, eating, breathing mechanization of the action – was a delicate balance of carefully-opposing forces. And they were easy to upset. The ammunition's shape and power, the strength of the springs, even the design of that laughably tiny bit of metal, the magazine follower – it all had a purpose in that process. Change one thing and you risked the entire ensemble; the invisible interplay of force that flashed in your hand for a fraction of a second with each trigger pull. Even holding the weapon too loosely could interrupt those careful symmetries.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was the real genius of the engineer – controlling and balancing those ethereal forces through such elegantly simple parts. It was in everything I couldn't see in the design diagrams; an invisible world extrapolated from the lines and clean numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was utterly fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the next few weeks all manner of brown paper packages arrived at the door, the doorbell ringing even as the 'discreet delivery service' my family favored for such matters cruised away in their unremarkable mud-colored sedans. Recoil springs, new magazines, guide-rod systems, different ammunition – I hastened to try them all, recording the results, racing from the workbench to the range and back; baffled by unexpected results, overjoyed by confirmed experiments.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd read everything about the old pistol on the internet, then read everything over again to filter the bullshit through my experience. I learned how many modern “features” were just idiotproofing, or plain pointless.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized, then, why the ancient design was still manufactured, carried and used. Why it still worked. The users understood it, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, there are no silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is something I had to do alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus I wasn't entirely surprised when Fabiola cornered me one morning in the living room. I'd been reading the morning paper with intense disinterest and had just been flipping to the daily comics (for what little good they were) when she entered. She wore a small, knowing smile and bore a little brown box in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Good morning, young master,” she said, the smile warming her voice as she bowed slightly. “May I beg a moment?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“O-of course, Fabiola,” I replied, keeping the newspaper up long enough to cover my swallow. The box was far too small to contain my pistol, but for a moment it'd looked terribly similar. I tossed the newsprint onto the coffee table casually and tried to look innocent. “What's up?”&lt;br /&gt;
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She approached with her usual stately grace, the little box in her hands seeming to glide closer with nary a jostle. “I understand you've developed an interest in firearms.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt the blood drain from my face – I knew how Fabiola and the Head Maid felt about me being exposed to 'their world,' as they'd called it on the rare occasions it'd been discussed – but I didn't break eye contact. I trust Fabiola with my life; she wouldn't broach the topic now without cause. I nodded weakly. “A little.”&lt;br /&gt;
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She gave me that wondrous little smile, the one that reflected mischievously in her piercing green eyes – she was amused. “I'm not upset, Master Lovelace – the art and science of firearms is a worthy pastime enjoyed by many sportsmen.” She took another graceful step forward and laid the little box on the coffee table before me, making her motion into a sort of smooth, elegant bow. In the bright rays of the morning sun the little wooden brown-and-black container looked serious and somber. I glanced at Fabiola for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Something suited for a beginner,” she said with a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leaned over, apprehensive – but excited. Fabiola had found out (how much, I dare not guess) but she wasn't displeased – she was even offering me training, in her indirect way. Considering how fast the Head Maid had binned the tranquilizer pistol, this was a sign of trust not to be discounted lightly. I reached out apprehensively – what would it be? A .22 training pistol, for learning technique? A Makarov, for simplicity? What did my maids think me ready for? How had the judged me and my private studies? Carefully, I lifted the lid.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stared at the little oiled pistol within for a long, steady moment, my mind numbly processing the revelation. Then I let the lid fall closed with a crisp little clack!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola was patiently watching me with an inscrutable expression.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's when I started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a wicked little snigger at first as it dawned on me, then another, and like that the floodgates burst and the laughter rolled out of me as I slowly slid off the sofa, helpless. Every time I thought they were subsiding, some new facet of the weapon chimed in my memory and sent me into new paroxysms of helpless mirth. I clutched a hand to my face in a useless attempt to stem the tears as my lungs burned, the merciless damned laughter continuing its rampage. I'd finally regained control, reigned it into a quick, pained wheezing when I glanced up and saw Fabiola – cool, placid, professional Fabiola – staring at me in stunned, open-mouthed shock, and I was off again, sliding completely off the sofa, legs kicking weakly underneath the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later – a long time later, it feels like – Fabiola was leaning over me, a hand against my forehead, checking for fever. “Young master? Young master!? Are you feeling well?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I wiped my tear-stained face with my sleeve clumsily, a few straggling giggles escaping as I did. “Oh, Fabiola... very... very nice...”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She looked at me with the frank alarm of someone tending a mental case. “Master Lovelace...?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I nodded at the table. “That. That gun. Oh.” I shook my head as I shakily pushed myself back on the sofa. I felt weak, but light, like something had come and gutted me out. I plucked the gun from the box and laid it in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
'I know what this is,” I said, looking down at the little H&amp;amp;K P7.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... yes?” Fabiola replied cautiously, as close to nonplussed as I'd ever seen her.&lt;br /&gt;
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“This is a gun meant for a desk drawer,” I stated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola blinked. “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“This,” I said, tapping the lever on the front of the grip. “A clumsy cocking system designed for morons terrified of carrying with a loaded chamber, just in case multiple redundant safeties magically fail. And this,” I tapped the underside of the barrel,  “a unique gas delayed blowback system that not only doubles the cleaning required but makes easy replacement of worn barrels impossible, making it uniquely awful as police service pistols. And best of all, it burns your finger after putting two magazines through it.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I paused for breath here, still winded from my attack, and let it out with a miserable sigh. “Perfect for a moron who shot himself three times in the leg, in other words.” I dropped the little gun back in its box and flipped the lid closed.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola slowly settled onto the sofa beside me. I felt her hand take mine, delicate and warm. “Garcia,” she said softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started with surprise. I couldn't remember the last time she'd called me by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;
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“That's simply a matter of training and practice, Master. Anyone can do that. But not everyone has the clarity of mind to analyze a situation and make an accurate call in the midst of chaos, like you did. I meant what I said that night – you exceeded my expectations.” She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I returned it – but I didn't meet her eyes. “And you have obviously been... diligent in your studies,” she said with a trace of admiration. “I was expecting a comment about bullets backwards in the magazine, to be honest.” The smile was evident in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Internet, I realized. She'd cottoned to my browsing – and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just weeks ago her praise would made me duck my head to hide blushing cheeks – but now it rang hollow in my breast. I slipped my hand out of Fabiola's thin glove and walked to the fireplace. Above the mantlepiece hung the most prized heirlooms of my family; the weapons that our ancestors carried from the battlefields of Espania, across the unforgiving Atlantic to the shores of the dangerous New World. The weapons they'd used to carve out our future and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;
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I reached up, standing on tiptoe, and with my fingertips lifted my favorite out of its rack; the gleaming blade I'd admired since I was old enough to walk. The spada da fante, infantryman's sword; a graceful, slender blade protected by a beautifully wrought basket hilt. The maker's mark upon the ricasso proved it a legendary Toledo blade, capable of bending in a half-circle and ringing off a steel hemlet without harm. It was sealed in a thin film of plastic, allowing for display without degradation, but the nicks and scratches of past battles were still visible on the long, bright blade. It was a magnificent museum piece, worth a king's ransom alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd never touched it before now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped into the middle of the room and gripped the hilt, flourishing the sword. It was everything I'd imagined and better - aggressively forward balanced; seeming to throw itself into every swing and thrust. I took it through the guards, the lunge, the parry, the riposte; my footwork flawless, my form splendid. I finished with a salute, thumping the hilt to my sternum and bowing slightly to Fabiola, who was standing again, watching me impassively.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Your father taught you well,” she says quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned the blade around in my hand, admiring it wistfully. “He told me that in old Spain, knowing how to handle a blade was like learning to drive, today,” I said quietly, remembering the excitement of our sparring matches in the Venezuelan sun, my enthrallment as Father shared a story afterward, never the same one twice. “It was an essential skill. Part of growing up. Part of what defined a man.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola clasped her hands before her demurely, her gaze falling to the floor. “Master... is this about Iori?”&lt;br /&gt;
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The name hit my stomach like sour milk, and the memory it conjured wasn't much better. Iori. I'd listened to her songs nonstop, plastered my computer desktop with her photos, even watched those inane 'interviews' to see what she was like offstage, naturally, as her own person.... and meeting her in person still blew me away. The life in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the potency of her presence – I'd been stunned speechless. That wore off by next morning, when our conversation flowed naturally, but Iori hadn't: her genuine giggles of delight flooding me (and my cheeks) with warm pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Matsuda showed up, and it was over. The truth set in like an incubating disease; her texts tapered off, her words grew cooler... and then she bawled out her forbidden love across some ridiculous theme cafe where everything's named after death (how apropos.) I remembered how cold that'd felt, sinking heavy into my gut as I turned off the computer monitor and stared at the blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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The nightmares were mundane trauma before then; but after Iori judged me, so did the dreams. The empty, tortured eyes of the enslaved women stared at me as they began their slaughter; the screams and soul-piercing shrieks of the victims beseeched me as the cold blades pierced them. And above them all, the booming, mad voice of Kilgore. The architect. The murderer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man I'd implored my maids to spare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola had noticed, of course, when I'd withdrawn from life, staying up late and waking early, cloistered in my room and keeping my own counsel.&lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed when my melancholy turned monastic.  &lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed the Colt.&lt;br /&gt;
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I shook my head once. “No,” I said quietly. “This isn't about- about Iori choosing Chiaki.” I took a deep breath and locked my gaze with Fabiola's, forbidden words on my tongue. “This is about Father. About the Incident. About why we moved to Japan in the first place.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The sword lanced forward in the textbook thrust I'd practiced since age six, the tip hovering ten inches from Fabiola's nose. “I have the training. I have the practice.” My voice dropped to a cold, flat whisper. “How long would I last in a swordfight with you, Fabiola?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Her brilliant emerald eyes bored into mine down that stretch of cold steel, the truth hovering in air between us.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It's just... mechanics,” I continued. “And you need them, but that's not where the difference is made. I know that much.” I took a deep breath to steady myself before those flat emerald eyes. “Don't teach me how to shoot, Fabiola. Teach me how to fight.”&lt;br /&gt;
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== The First Lesson ==&lt;br /&gt;
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We set about clearing the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or rather, Fabiola did, carting away chairs three at a time while I awkwardly dragged one towards a corner. She whisked the centerpiece decorations into the china cabinet with fussy care – then planted both hands on the long table and grunted slightly, shoving it clear across the polished wooden floor with sheer brawn. Then she walked around opening drapes as I labored with my single, stupidly-heavy high-backed chair, but the sullen gray light seeping through the overcast was hardly worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the damn thing finally stowed, I picked up the battered black case I'd brought down from the attic and dropped it on the table, now pushed up against the wall. I popped the latches, slipped my fingers under the edge of the lid – and paused.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was my first time opening it myself. Father had always done that – part of our weekly ritual. I rubbed my thumbs over the battered, dusty plastic for a few seconds, thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I flung open the lid. Within lay the old practice swords – almost as long and heavy as the actual weapon resting over the mantle the next room over. With the dull, dented metal in sight, the rest flowed with force of habit. I shucked my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
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“... Master?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Mm?” I queried, already wiggling one arm out of the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Why are you undressing?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I froze halfway through shucking my shirt. “... well, we're going to spar, right? You need freedom of movement...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“I understand the jacket,” she said, “but the shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“T-thats how I always did it with dad!” I objected. “I mean, do you really wanna fence in a dress!?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola looked down at the hem of her maid outfit, then turned those piercing emerald orbs back on me. “Does the young Master wish me to undress?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I sputtered and retreated a step. “N-no! No, no, nonono just I mean you want to mo- I mean you should – anybody should – freedom of movement is essential because you've got to move fast and tripping bad!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola pursed her lips thoughtfully and tugged a pleat of her dress out as she studied it. “Mmm. So I should put on something more comfortable?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wwwwha-”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Or just less restricting fabric-”&lt;br /&gt;
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“HERE,” I declared, snatching up a practice sword and shoving it sidelong at her as I stared down, face burning. She plucked it from my grasp gently, and I took my own, sidling to the middle of the floor so I didn't have to look at her as my cheeks cooled.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I've never fenced before,” Fabiola says politely, “so I'm afraid you'll have to explain the rules to me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Uh,” I said, testing my voice before trusting it. “Just don't poke my eyes out, please. That's it. Dad never liked fencing, even classical style. This is just... sword-sparring, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Very well,” Fabiola replied. “I know enough of that.” She slid one foot towards me and rested the tip of her weapon on the floor; poised and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to swallow, but found I didn't have any spit left to do it. At least my blade didn't waver as I adopted a conventional middle guard; hilt at my waist, point aimed at Fabiola's shoulder. “Okay,” I said unsteadily. “... go?”&lt;br /&gt;
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She ''moved,'' her body snapping forward into a full-tilt charge so fast I scarcely followed it, her sword clenched level by her side like a spear. There was no stance to analyze, no distance to measure – no way to anticipate how or where her attack would come -&lt;br /&gt;
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- so I lunged, driving straight at her breast with a desperate strength, muscle-memory serving me well as I tried to ward off the beast -&lt;br /&gt;
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- she swept her blade up and across her body, swatting my attack aside with ease before rolling the motion into a shoulder-check that sent me reeling. Before I could recover, her hand came back across and slammed her hilt into my jaw, sending me spinning to the floor. The room spun for a moment and stabilized with her sword-tip resting against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Whhrglf,” I whimpered quietly. Fabiola stepped back, giving me room to rise on my own. She didn't apologize for her forceful blow, and I didn't expect her too – right now, ''she'' was the Master, and we both knew it. I staggered upright and settled into stance again, this time opting for a higher guard – she was too close to charge this time, and two heads taller than me to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola danced closer, her dress swirling as her blade came whistling down at me. I caught it on my ricasso just in time, the sheer force of her blow almost making me buckle. I pressed forward to maintain opposition, hoping to control her steel, but she simply pressed forward, her greater strength making my shoes squeak on the hardwood as I slid back as the table had. I tried to twist, to move, to deflect, but to no avail – my back slammed into the wall with painful force, my blade pressed flat across my chest. She simply slid her own upwards till it pressed against my throat, held it there long enough to illustrate the point, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
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I peeled myself off the wall, my entire body shivering with adrenal hysteria. She'd agreed to teach me, she was teaching me -&lt;br /&gt;
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''to fight?''&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to trust her, this was Fabiola, ''Fabiola'' for chrissakes -&lt;br /&gt;
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''did she actually say 'to fight'''&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if she was gazing at me like an ant begging for a squashing, letting that sword dangle with casual disdain, this was still my maid, my friend, - &lt;br /&gt;
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''oh she's teaching you all right, she's taking you to school''&lt;br /&gt;
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It was all over my face no matter how much I wished otherwise, and Fabiola didn't feign ignorance of it; tightening up her stance into something a little more serious. “Better?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I glared at her, but held my tongue as I returned to my guard. This was just a test, I reasoned. Just a test.&lt;br /&gt;
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She simply stepped into range this time and began attacking more conventionally; thrusts, cuts, feints and jabs. Properly rattled by now, I stayed on the back foot, deflecting her attacks with frantic energy, finally remembering to circle lest she drive me into a corner again. I kept waiting for the real attack to develop, the crazy, crushing charge, but it never came. My breathing grew ragged as she continued to harry me around the room, and with a start I realized she'd never been in danger – she had a longer reach, and she'd never came within mine, not once, during this latest bout.&lt;br /&gt;
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I lunged immediately, all my training, technique and practice balanced behind the thrust. The most remarkable attack in Western martial arts, Father had said; able to reach out with blinding speed and touch those that thought themselves safe. And yet Fabiola intercepted, her white glove flashing as she parried with a mere wrist-flick and a half side-step, almost to fast to follow. Her blade came sliding up mine a heartbeat later, forcing me to twist my arm around, raising hilt and dropping point to halt her steel – leaving my left side completely open. I stepped in, trying to twist my stance into a hanging guard – too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
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The palm-strike slammed into my chest so hard I heard my sternum creak as I was flung back, barely keeping my feet. Fabiola didn't bother to press her advantage as I gasped for breath against aching ribs. She simply loomed over me, just out of reach, expression blank and eyes cold.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“We can stop, if you want,” she said – a little too stiffly, trying to keep the pity out of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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It ''was'' Fabiola, after all – and she was doing as the Head Maid had done before, before Roanapur, when she'd “arm-wrestle” me in the garden, and I'd “win.” As Caxton had done, handing me his gun - and Chiaki, with hers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Humoring the child.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even with the training, and the technique, and the practice – I was just too damned weak. If Fabiola could simply overpower me, what the hell would I do against mercenaries? Or Magical Girls? Or ''anything''? But Fabiola, ever elegant, would never say such out loud. She'd just let me reach the inevitable conclusion myself, and in the meantime – she'd humor me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd know the world belonged to the strong since forever – anyone born rich in South America learns that quick – but when the boot finally fell, I was too busy surviving to get angry about it. I wish I could say it caught up with me then; a wrath righteous and pure – but instead of injustice, it was her pity that drew blood; protecting my illusion of dignity by playing along.  &lt;br /&gt;
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God forgive me, for in that moment I truly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I locked stares with her cold emerald eyes as I felt out the edges of my emergency remote in my pocket, the raised rubber buttons easily distinguished through the thin fabric of my slacks. “Fabiola,” I breathed roughly, “you're great, but you don't know anything about what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I jabbed my panic button.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows, plunging the room into instant darkness. The metallic cacophony crashed and echoed around the high-ceilinged room for long moments, covering my quick position change. Within two seconds we were alone in a silent darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“.... my, my,” Fabiola said softly, and took an experimental step. I sidled sideways; my shoes were soft-soled, and in just a t-shirt and lightweight slacks, I could move nigh silently. Fabiola's hard-heeled Mary Janes and long, flowing maid attire made her motion unmistakably audible.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... not bad, young Master,” she said with a note of approval. She couldn't conceal her position and didn't care to, anyway – she couldn't ''smell'' attackers, like my Head Maid seemed to do, but any fast charge would make noise enough, and her reflexes were insane.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Not bad at all,” she continued, the polished floorboards creaking slightly under her weight. I stalked through the darkness silently, the careful, precise footwork Father had taught me serving well. My heart thundered with heat, pumping slick wet hate through my body; lubricating my slow, oiled advance and pressurizing my skull to bursting with plots. My mind spun through every angle; everything I knew of Fabiola, any way to stack the deck further even as I flowed across the floor like gasoline. I felt like a submarine stalking a destroyer; outgunned and outclassed, my only chance lie in ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in the darkness, I'd forgotten about learning how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, with every fiber of my being, I wanted to ''win.''&lt;br /&gt;
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Twelve crisp, cautious strides in the darkness, I counted – and then I struck. Fabiola's childhood of capoeira combat had gifted her grace and a nigh-supernatural kinesthetic sense; I counted on it as I brought down my blade with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
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The tip of her sword connected with the lightswitch a heartbeat before mine met her wrist. The jolt raced up her arm and flared in her eyes as her sword tumbled from numb fingers. I was already following through, twisting my hips into a mighty blow, swinging diagonal from the floor to cover as much space as I could, a kind of mad, flaming panic screaming through my mind – I'd shot my wad and I had to make it count, no retries, no second chances -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- and then everything lit up in bright white stars, the room spun very, very fast, and then stopped very, very suddenly. The afterimages of Fabiola's heel coming in at me floated through my mind, and I marveled anew at her perfection – even when flipping back into a spinning-kick, you still couldn't glimpse her panties.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Not that I wanted to, of course – I'd just been kicked in the head, is all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola's Mary Janes trod into view a few moments later. “Young Master!?” She plucked me off the floor and cradled me in her arms, tilting my face up to look at her. “I'm so sorry, Garcia, it was reflex – are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Dhid ah-oooh,” I groaned as the ache in my jaw asserted itself. I ground my teeth together for a moment and tried again. “Did I hit.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Hit you. Last swing.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The concern faded from Fabiola's face, her pretty green eyes studying me thoughtfully. She pushed me away, gripping my shoulders till I steadied on my feet – and kept on gripping as she locked gazes with me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Garcia,” she said softly. “Are you sure you want this?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Want?” I repeated, the word tumbling from my lips like a spent cigarette. I wanted a lot of things. I wanted my old home back. My old life back. I wanted Roberta back, before the Incident. I wanted Father back. His smell, his touch, his sound. I wanted lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
What I wanted didn't count for jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I twisted away from Fabiola as my vision blurred, but she just gripped harder and pulled me close, staunching my tears against her apron. I felt the encircling arms of the woman I'd just hated so passionately – the woman who'd protected my very life for years – and the guilt crushed the last of my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
You're supposed to feel better, after you cry – purged of all the wickedness. But when Fabiola asked me again, much later, I found it was still there, simmering within me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>The Colt</title>
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&lt;div&gt;=== The Beginning ===&lt;br /&gt;
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The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia.  But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's where I'd start – at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;
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It arrived in a plain shipping box one Friday morning, along with the shop manual and some supplemental reading. I carried it to my room and stuffed it under my bed, and for two weeks I studied patiently, digesting each page before accepting the next. When I finally tore away the brown paper and revealed the pistol, gleaming in its grease coating, I felt nothing special – it was a finely-crafted tool, but nothing more; the internal workings surprisingly, even elegantly simple. The real challenge would be learning to use it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola and the Head Maid frequently left the property to attend to this or that. While they were out, I was in the single-lane range that spanned the length of the basement. Soon the malfunctions multifarious sent me back to my studies; trying to determine why ammunition and parts in perfect repair would fail to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took the pistol completely apart for the first time, every nut and screw, carefully measuring each piece and comparing it with the dimensions listed in the shop manual. I bent over my workbench, scowling at the neatly laid-out components.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every part was in perfect order. It was something in the process; the actual movement of machinery that was bedeviling me. I returned to my research, trying to flush out the ghost in the gun.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I learned astounded me. The parts might be simple, but the actual cycle of loading and firing - the moving, eating, breathing mechanization of the action – was a delicate balance of carefully-opposing forces. And they were easy to upset. The ammunition's shape and power, the strength of the springs, even the design of that laughably tiny bit of metal, the magazine follower – it all had a purpose in that process. Change one thing and you risked the entire ensemble; the invisible interplay of force that flashed in your hand for a fraction of a second with each trigger pull. Even holding the weapon too loosely could interrupt those careful symmetries.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
That was the real genius of the engineer – controlling and balancing those ethereal forces through such elegantly simple parts. It was in everything I couldn't see in the design diagrams; an invisible world extrapolated from the lines and clean numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was utterly fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the next few weeks all manner of brown paper packages arrived at the door, the doorbell ringing even as the 'discreet delivery service' my family favored for such matters cruised away in their unremarkable mud-colored sedans. Recoil springs, new magazines, guide-rod systems, different ammunition – I hastened to try them all, recording the results, racing from the workbench to the range and back; baffled by unexpected results, overjoyed by confirmed experiments.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd read everything about the old pistol on the internet, then read everything over again to filter the bullshit through my experience. I learned how many modern “features” were just idiotproofing, or plain pointless.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized, then, why the ancient design was still manufactured, carried and used. Why it still worked. The users understood it, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, there are no silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is something I had to do alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus I wasn't entirely surprised when Fabiola cornered me one morning in the living room. I'd been reading the morning paper with intense disinterest and had just been flipping to the daily comics (for what little good they were) when she entered. She wore a small, knowing smile and bore a little brown box in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Good morning, young master,” she said, the smile warming her voice as she bowed slightly. “May I beg a moment?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“O-of course, Fabiola,” I replied, keeping the newspaper up long enough to cover my swallow. The box was far too small to contain my pistol, but for a moment it'd looked terribly similar. I tossed the newsprint onto the coffee table casually and tried to look innocent. “What's up?”&lt;br /&gt;
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She approached with her usual stately grace, the little box in her hands seeming to glide closer with nary a jostle. “I understand you've developed an interest in firearms.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I felt the blood drain from my face – I knew how Fabiola and the Head Maid felt about me being exposed to 'their world,' as they'd called it on the rare occasions it'd been discussed – but I didn't break eye contact. I trust Fabiola with my life; she wouldn't broach the topic now without cause. I nodded weakly. “A little.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She gave me that wondrous little smile, the one that reflected mischievously in her piercing green eyes – she was amused. “I'm not upset, Master Lovelace – the art and science of firearms is a worthy pastime enjoyed by many sportsmen.” She took another graceful step forward and laid the little box on the coffee table before me, making her motion into a sort of smooth, elegant bow. In the bright rays of the morning sun the little wooden brown-and-black container looked serious and somber. I glanced at Fabiola for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Something suited for a beginner,” she said with a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leaned over, apprehensive – but excited. Fabiola had found out (how much, I dare not guess) but she wasn't displeased – she was even offering me training, in her indirect way. Considering how fast the Head Maid had binned the tranquilizer pistol, this was a sign of trust not to be discounted lightly. I reached out apprehensively – what would it be? A .22 training pistol, for learning technique? A Makarov, for simplicity? What did my maids think me ready for? How had the judged me and my private studies? Carefully, I lifted the lid.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I stared at the little oiled pistol within for a long, steady moment, my mind numbly processing the revelation. Then I let the lid fall closed with a crisp little clack!&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola was patiently watching me with an inscrutable expression.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's when I started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a wicked little snigger at first as it dawned on me, then another, and like that the floodgates burst and the laughter rolled out of me as I slowly slid off the sofa, helpless. Every time I thought they were subsiding, some new facet of the weapon chimed in my memory and sent me into new paroxysms of helpless mirth. I clutched a hand to my face in a useless attempt to stem the tears as my lungs burned, the merciless damned laughter continuing its rampage. I'd finally regained control, reigned it into a quick, pained wheezing when I glanced up and saw Fabiola – cool, placid, professional Fabiola – staring at me in stunned, open-mouthed shock, and I was off again, sliding completely off the sofa, legs kicking weakly underneath the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Later – a long time later, it feels like – Fabiola was leaning over me, a hand against my forehead, checking for fever. “Young master? Young master!? Are you feeling well?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I wiped my tear-stained face with my sleeve clumsily, a few straggling giggles escaping as I did. “Oh, Fabiola... very... very nice...”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She looked at me with the frank alarm of someone tending a mental case. “Master Lovelace...?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I nodded at the table. “That. That gun. Oh.” I shook my head as I shakily pushed myself back on the sofa. I felt weak, but light, like something had come and gutted me out. I plucked the gun from the box and laid it in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
'I know what this is,” I said, looking down at the little H&amp;amp;K P7.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... yes?” Fabiola replied cautiously, as close to nonplussed as I'd ever seen her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“This is a gun meant for a desk drawer,” I stated.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola blinked. “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“This,” I said, tapping the lever on the front of the grip. “A clumsy cocking system designed for morons terrified of carrying with a loaded chamber, just in case multiple redundant safeties magically fail. And this,” I tapped the underside of the barrel,  “a unique gas delayed blowback system that not only doubles the cleaning required but makes easy replacement of worn barrels impossible, making it uniquely awful as police service pistols. And best of all, it burns your finger after putting two magazines through it.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I paused for breath here, still winded from my attack, and let it out with a miserable sigh. “Perfect for a moron who shot himself three times in the leg, in other words.” I dropped the little gun back in its box and flipped the lid closed.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola slowly settled onto the sofa beside me. I felt her hand take mine, delicate and warm. “Garcia,” she said softly.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I started with surprise. I couldn't remember the last time she'd called me by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“That's simply a matter of training and practice, Master. Anyone can do that. But not everyone has the clarity of mind to analyze a situation and make an accurate call in the midst of chaos, like you did. I meant what I said that night – you exceeded my expectations.” She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I returned it – but I didn't meet her eyes. “And you have obviously been... diligent in your studies,” she said with a trace of admiration. “I was expecting a comment about bullets backwards in the magazine, to be honest.” The smile was evident in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Internet, I realized. She'd cottoned to my browsing – and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just weeks ago her praise would made me duck my head to hide blushing cheeks – but now it rang hollow in my breast. I slipped my hand out of Fabiola's thin glove and walked to the fireplace. Above the mantlepiece hung the most prized heirlooms of my family; the weapons that our ancestors carried from the battlefields of Espania, across the unforgiving Atlantic to the shores of the dangerous New World. The weapons they'd used to carve out our future and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
I reached up, standing on tiptoe, and with my fingertips lifted my favorite out of its rack; the gleaming blade I'd admired since I was old enough to walk. The spada da fante, infantryman's sword; a graceful, slender blade protected by a beautifully wrought basket hilt. The maker's mark upon the ricasso proved it a legendary Toledo blade, capable of bending in a half-circle and ringing off a steel hemlet without harm. It was sealed in a thin film of plastic, allowing for display without degradation, but the nicks and scratches of past battles were still visible on the long, bright blade. It was a magnificent museum piece, worth a king's ransom alone.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd never touched it before now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped into the middle of the room and gripped the hilt, flourishing the sword. It was everything I'd imagined and better - aggressively forward balanced; seeming to throw itself into every swing and thrust. I took it through the guards, the lunge, the parry, the riposte; my footwork flawless, my form splendid. I finished with a salute, thumping the hilt to my sternum and bowing slightly to Fabiola, who was standing again, watching me impassively.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Your father taught you well,” she says quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned the blade around in my hand, admiring it wistfully. “He told me that in old Spain, knowing how to handle a blade was like learning to drive, today,” I said quietly, remembering the excitement of our sparring matches in the Venezuelan sun, my enthrallment as Father shared a story afterward, never the same one twice. “It was an essential skill. Part of growing up. Part of what defined a man.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola clasped her hands before her demurely, her gaze falling to the floor. “Master... is this about Iori?”&lt;br /&gt;
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The name hit my stomach like sour milk, and the memory it conjured wasn't much better. Iori. I'd listened to her songs nonstop, plastered my computer desktop with her photos, even watched those inane 'interviews' to see what she was like offstage, naturally, as her own person.... and meeting her in person still blew me away. The life in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the potency of her presence – I'd been stunned speechless. That wore off by next morning, when our conversation flowed naturally, but Iori hadn't: her genuine giggles of delight flooding me (and my cheeks) with warm pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Then Matsuda showed up, and it was over. The truth set in like an incubating disease; her texts tapered off, her words grew cooler... and then she bawled out her forbidden love across some ridiculous theme cafe where everything's named after death (how apropos.) I remembered how cold that'd felt, sinking heavy into my gut as I turned off the computer monitor and stared at the blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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The nightmares were mundane trauma before then; but after Iori judged me, so did the dreams. The empty, tortured eyes of the enslaved women stared at me as they began their slaughter; the screams and soul-piercing shrieks of the victims beseeched me as the cold blades pierced them. And above them all, the booming, mad voice of Kilgore. The architect. The murderer.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The man I'd implored my maids to spare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola had noticed, of course, when I'd withdrawn from life, staying up late and waking early, cloistered in my room and keeping my own counsel.&lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed when my melancholy turned monastic.  &lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed the Colt.&lt;br /&gt;
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I shook my head once. “No,” I said quietly. “This isn't about- about Iori choosing Chiaki.” I took a deep breath and locked my gaze with Fabiola's, forbidden words on my tongue. “This is about Father. About the Incident. About why we moved to Japan in the first place.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The sword lanced forward in the textbook thrust I'd practiced since age six, the tip hovering ten inches from Fabiola's nose. “I have the training. I have the practice.” My voice dropped to a cold, flat whisper. “How long would I last in a swordfight with you, Fabiola?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Her brilliant emerald eyes bored into mine down that stretch of cold steel, the truth hovering in air between us.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It's just... mechanics,” I continued. “And you need them, but that's not where the difference is made. I know that much.” I took a deep breath to steady myself before those flat emerald eyes. “Don't teach me how to shoot, Fabiola. Teach me how to fight.”&lt;br /&gt;
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=== The First Lesson ===&lt;br /&gt;
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We set about clearing the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or rather, Fabiola did, carting away chairs three at a time while I awkwardly dragged one towards a corner. She whisked the centerpiece decorations into the china cabinet with fussy care – then planted both hands on the long table and grunted slightly, shoving it clear across the polished wooden floor with sheer brawn. Then she walked around opening drapes as I labored with my single, stupidly-heavy high-backed chair, but the sullen gray light seeping through the overcast was hardly worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the damn thing finally stowed, I picked up the battered black case I'd brought down from the attic and dropped it on the table, now pushed up against the wall. I popped the latches, slipped my fingers under the edge of the lid – and paused.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was my first time opening it myself. Father had always done that – part of our weekly ritual. I rubbed my thumbs over the battered, dusty plastic for a few seconds, thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I flung open the lid. Within lay the old practice swords – almost as long and heavy as the actual weapon resting over the mantle the next room over. With the dull, dented metal in sight, the rest flowed with force of habit. I shucked my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
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“... Master?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Mm?” I queried, already wiggling one arm out of the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Why are you undressing?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I froze halfway through shucking my shirt. “... well, we're going to spar, right? You need freedom of movement...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“I understand the jacket,” she said, “but the shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“T-thats how I always did it with dad!” I objected. “I mean, do you really wanna fence in a dress!?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola looked down at the hem of her maid outfit, then turned those piercing emerald orbs back on me. “Does the young Master wish me to undress?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I sputtered and retreated a step. “N-no! No, no, nonono just I mean you want to mo- I mean you should – anybody should – freedom of movement is essential because you've got to move fast and tripping bad!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola pursed her lips thoughtfully and tugged a pleat of her dress out as she studied it. “Mmm. So I should put on something more comfortable?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Wwwwha-”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Or just less restricting fabric-”&lt;br /&gt;
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“HERE,” I declared, snatching up a practice sword and shoving it sidelong at her as I stared down, face burning. She plucked it from my grasp gently, and I took my own, sidling to the middle of the floor so I didn't have to look at her as my cheeks cooled.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I've never fenced before,” Fabiola says politely, “so I'm afraid you'll have to explain the rules to me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Uh,” I said, testing my voice before trusting it. “Just don't poke my eyes out, please. That's it. Dad never liked fencing, even classical style. This is just... sword-sparring, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Very well,” Fabiola replied. “I know enough of that.” She slid one foot towards me and rested the tip of her weapon on the floor; poised and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to swallow, but found I didn't have any spit left to do it. At least my blade didn't waver as I adopted a conventional middle guard; hilt at my waist, point aimed at Fabiola's shoulder. “Okay,” I said unsteadily. “... go?”&lt;br /&gt;
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She ''moved,'' her body snapping forward into a full-tilt charge so fast I scarcely followed it, her sword clenched level by her side like a spear. There was no stance to analyze, no distance to measure – no way to anticipate how or where her attack would come -&lt;br /&gt;
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- so I lunged, driving straight at her breast with a desperate strength, muscle-memory serving me well as I tried to ward off the beast -&lt;br /&gt;
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- she swept her blade up and across her body, swatting my attack aside with ease before rolling the motion into a shoulder-check that sent me reeling. Before I could recover, her hand came back across and slammed her hilt into my jaw, sending me spinning to the floor. The room spun for a moment and stabilized with her sword-tip resting against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Whhrglf,” I whimpered quietly. Fabiola stepped back, giving me room to rise on my own. She didn't apologize for her forceful blow, and I didn't expect her too – right now, ''she'' was the Master, and we both knew it. I staggered upright and settled into stance again, this time opting for a higher guard – she was too close to charge this time, and two heads taller than me to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola danced closer, her dress swirling as her blade came whistling down at me. I caught it on my ricasso just in time, the sheer force of her blow almost making me buckle. I pressed forward to maintain opposition, hoping to control her steel, but she simply pressed forward, her greater strength making my shoes squeak on the hardwood as I slid back as the table had. I tried to twist, to move, to deflect, but to no avail – my back slammed into the wall with painful force, my blade pressed flat across my chest. She simply slid her own upwards till it pressed against my throat, held it there long enough to illustrate the point, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I peeled myself off the wall, my entire body shivering with adrenal hysteria. She'd agreed to teach me, she was teaching me -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''to fight?''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I had to trust her, this was Fabiola, ''Fabiola'' for chrissakes -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
''did she actually say 'to fight'''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even if she was gazing at me like an ant begging for a squashing, letting that sword dangle with casual disdain, this was still my maid, my friend, - &lt;br /&gt;
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''oh she's teaching you all right, she's taking you to school''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It was all over my face no matter how much I wished otherwise, and Fabiola didn't feign ignorance of it; tightening up her stance into something a little more serious. “Better?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I glared at her, but held my tongue as I returned to my guard. This was just a test, I reasoned. Just a test.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She simply stepped into range this time and began attacking more conventionally; thrusts, cuts, feints and jabs. Properly rattled by now, I stayed on the back foot, deflecting her attacks with frantic energy, finally remembering to circle lest she drive me into a corner again. I kept waiting for the real attack to develop, the crazy, crushing charge, but it never came. My breathing grew ragged as she continued to harry me around the room, and with a start I realized she'd never been in danger – she had a longer reach, and she'd never came within mine, not once, during this latest bout.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I lunged immediately, all my training, technique and practice balanced behind the thrust. The most remarkable attack in Western martial arts, Father had said; able to reach out with blinding speed and touch those that thought themselves safe. And yet Fabiola intercepted, her white glove flashing as she parried with a mere wrist-flick and a half side-step, almost to fast to follow. Her blade came sliding up mine a heartbeat later, forcing me to twist my arm around, raising hilt and dropping point to halt her steel – leaving my left side completely open. I stepped in, trying to twist my stance into a hanging guard – too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The palm-strike slammed into my chest so hard I heard my sternum creak as I was flung back, barely keeping my feet. Fabiola didn't bother to press her advantage as I gasped for breath against aching ribs. She simply loomed over me, just out of reach, expression blank and eyes cold.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“We can stop, if you want,” she said – a little too stiffly, trying to keep the pity out of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It ''was'' Fabiola, after all – and she was doing as the Head Maid had done before, before Roanapur, when she'd “arm-wrestle” me in the garden, and I'd “win.” As Caxton had done, handing me his gun - and Chiaki, with hers.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Humoring the child.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even with the training, and the technique, and the practice – I was just too damned weak. If Fabiola could simply overpower me, what the hell would I do against mercenaries? Or Magical Girls? Or ''anything''? But Fabiola, ever elegant, would never say such out loud. She'd just let me reach the inevitable conclusion myself, and in the meantime – she'd humor me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd know the world belonged to the strong since forever – anyone born rich in South America learns that quick – but when the boot finally fell, I was too busy surviving to get angry about it. I wish I could say it caught up with me then; a wrath righteous and pure – but instead of injustice, it was her pity that drew blood; protecting my illusion of dignity by playing along.  &lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
God forgive me, for in that moment I truly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I locked stares with her cold emerald eyes as I felt out the edges of my emergency remote in my pocket, the raised rubber buttons easily distinguished through the thin fabric of my slacks. “Fabiola,” I breathed roughly, “you're great, but you don't know anything about what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I jabbed my panic button.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows, plunging the room into instant darkness. The metallic cacophony crashed and echoed around the high-ceilinged room for long moments, covering my quick position change. Within two seconds we were alone in a silent darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“.... my, my,” Fabiola said softly, and took an experimental step. I sidled sideways; my shoes were soft-soled, and in just a t-shirt and lightweight slacks, I could move nigh silently. Fabiola's hard-heeled Mary Janes and long, flowing maid attire made her motion unmistakably audible.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... not bad, young Master,” she said with a note of approval. She couldn't conceal her position and didn't care to, anyway – she couldn't ''smell'' attackers, like my Head Maid seemed to do, but any fast charge would make noise enough, and her reflexes were insane.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Not bad at all,” she continued, the polished floorboards creaking slightly under her weight. I stalked through the darkness silently, the careful, precise footwork Father had taught me serving well. My heart thundered with heat, pumping slick wet hate through my body; lubricating my slow, oiled advance and pressurizing my skull to bursting with plots. My mind spun through every angle; everything I knew of Fabiola, any way to stack the deck further even as I flowed across the floor like gasoline. I felt like a submarine stalking a destroyer; outgunned and outclassed, my only chance lie in ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in the darkness, I'd forgotten about learning how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, with every fiber of my being, I wanted to ''win.''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Twelve crisp, cautious strides in the darkness, I counted – and then I struck. Fabiola's childhood of capoeira combat had gifted her grace and a nigh-supernatural kinesthetic sense; I counted on it as I brought down my blade with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
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The tip of her sword connected with the lightswitch a heartbeat before mine met her wrist. The jolt raced up her arm and flared in her eyes as her sword tumbled from numb fingers. I was already following through, twisting my hips into a mighty blow, swinging diagonal from the floor to cover as much space as I could, a kind of mad, flaming panic screaming through my mind – I'd shot my wad and I had to make it count, no retries, no second chances -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- and then everything lit up in bright white stars, the room spun very, very fast, and then stopped very, very suddenly. The afterimages of Fabiola's heel coming in at me floated through my mind, and I marveled anew at her perfection – even when flipping back into a spinning-kick, you still couldn't glimpse her panties.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Not that I wanted to, of course – I'd just been kicked in the head, is all.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola's Mary Janes trod into view a few moments later. “Young Master!?” She plucked me off the floor and cradled me in her arms, tilting my face up to look at her. “I'm so sorry, Garcia, it was reflex – are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Dhid ah-oooh,” I groaned as the ache in my jaw asserted itself. I ground my teeth together for a moment and tried again. “Did I hit.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Hit you. Last swing.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The concern faded from Fabiola's face, her pretty green eyes studying me thoughtfully. She pushed me away, gripping my shoulders till I steadied on my feet – and kept on gripping as she locked gazes with me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Garcia,” she said softly. “Are you sure you want this?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Want?” I repeated, the word tumbling from my lips like a spent cigarette. I wanted a lot of things. I wanted my old home back. My old life back. I wanted Roberta back, before the Incident. I wanted Father back. His smell, his touch, his sound. I wanted lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
What I wanted didn't count for jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I twisted away from Fabiola as my vision blurred, but she just gripped harder and pulled me close, staunching my tears against her apron. I felt the encircling arms of the woman I'd just hated so passionately – the woman who'd protected my very life for years – and the guilt crushed the last of my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
You're supposed to feel better, after you cry – purged of all the wickedness. But when Fabiola asked me again, much later, I found it was still there, simmering within me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>The Colt</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;== Anchoro ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== The Beginning ===&lt;br /&gt;
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The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia.  But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's where I'd start – at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;
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It arrived in a plain shipping box one Friday morning, along with the shop manual and some supplemental reading. I carried it to my room and stuffed it under my bed, and for two weeks I studied patiently, digesting each page before accepting the next. When I finally tore away the brown paper and revealed the pistol, gleaming in its grease coating, I felt nothing special – it was a finely-crafted tool, but nothing more; the internal workings surprisingly, even elegantly simple. The real challenge would be learning to use it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola and the Head Maid frequently left the property to attend to this or that. While they were out, I was in the single-lane range that spanned the length of the basement. Soon the malfunctions multifarious sent me back to my studies; trying to determine why ammunition and parts in perfect repair would fail to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took the pistol completely apart for the first time, every nut and screw, carefully measuring each piece and comparing it with the dimensions listed in the shop manual. I bent over my workbench, scowling at the neatly laid-out components.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every part was in perfect order. It was something in the process; the actual movement of machinery that was bedeviling me. I returned to my research, trying to flush out the ghost in the gun.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I learned astounded me. The parts might be simple, but the actual cycle of loading and firing - the moving, eating, breathing mechanization of the action – was a delicate balance of carefully-opposing forces. And they were easy to upset. The ammunition's shape and power, the strength of the springs, even the design of that laughably tiny bit of metal, the magazine follower – it all had a purpose in that process. Change one thing and you risked the entire ensemble; the invisible interplay of force that flashed in your hand for a fraction of a second with each trigger pull. Even holding the weapon too loosely could interrupt those careful symmetries.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
That was the real genius of the engineer – controlling and balancing those ethereal forces through such elegantly simple parts. It was in everything I couldn't see in the design diagrams; an invisible world extrapolated from the lines and clean numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was utterly fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the next few weeks all manner of brown paper packages arrived at the door, the doorbell ringing even as the 'discreet delivery service' my family favored for such matters cruised away in their unremarkable mud-colored sedans. Recoil springs, new magazines, guide-rod systems, different ammunition – I hastened to try them all, recording the results, racing from the workbench to the range and back; baffled by unexpected results, overjoyed by confirmed experiments.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd read everything about the old pistol on the internet, then read everything over again to filter the bullshit through my experience. I learned how many modern “features” were just idiotproofing, or plain pointless.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized, then, why the ancient design was still manufactured, carried and used. Why it still worked. The users understood it, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, there are no silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
This is something I had to do alone.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Thus I wasn't entirely surprised when Fabiola cornered me one morning in the living room. I'd been reading the morning paper with intense disinterest and had just been flipping to the daily comics (for what little good they were) when she entered. She wore a small, knowing smile and bore a little brown box in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Good morning, young master,” she said, the smile warming her voice as she bowed slightly. “May I beg a moment?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“O-of course, Fabiola,” I replied, keeping the newspaper up long enough to cover my swallow. The box was far too small to contain my pistol, but for a moment it'd looked terribly similar. I tossed the newsprint onto the coffee table casually and tried to look innocent. “What's up?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She approached with her usual stately grace, the little box in her hands seeming to glide closer with nary a jostle. “I understand you've developed an interest in firearms.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I felt the blood drain from my face – I knew how Fabiola and the Head Maid felt about me being exposed to 'their world,' as they'd called it on the rare occasions it'd been discussed – but I didn't break eye contact. I trust Fabiola with my life; she wouldn't broach the topic now without cause. I nodded weakly. “A little.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She gave me that wondrous little smile, the one that reflected mischievously in her piercing green eyes – she was amused. “I'm not upset, Master Lovelace – the art and science of firearms is a worthy pastime enjoyed by many sportsmen.” She took another graceful step forward and laid the little box on the coffee table before me, making her motion into a sort of smooth, elegant bow. In the bright rays of the morning sun the little wooden brown-and-black container looked serious and somber. I glanced at Fabiola for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Something suited for a beginner,” she said with a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I leaned over, apprehensive – but excited. Fabiola had found out (how much, I dare not guess) but she wasn't displeased – she was even offering me training, in her indirect way. Considering how fast the Head Maid had binned the tranquilizer pistol, this was a sign of trust not to be discounted lightly. I reached out apprehensively – what would it be? A .22 training pistol, for learning technique? A Makarov, for simplicity? What did my maids think me ready for? How had the judged me and my private studies? Carefully, I lifted the lid.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I stared at the little oiled pistol within for a long, steady moment, my mind numbly processing the revelation. Then I let the lid fall closed with a crisp little clack!&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola was patiently watching me with an inscrutable expression.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
That's when I started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Just a wicked little snigger at first as it dawned on me, then another, and like that the floodgates burst and the laughter rolled out of me as I slowly slid off the sofa, helpless. Every time I thought they were subsiding, some new facet of the weapon chimed in my memory and sent me into new paroxysms of helpless mirth. I clutched a hand to my face in a useless attempt to stem the tears as my lungs burned, the merciless damned laughter continuing its rampage. I'd finally regained control, reigned it into a quick, pained wheezing when I glanced up and saw Fabiola – cool, placid, professional Fabiola – staring at me in stunned, open-mouthed shock, and I was off again, sliding completely off the sofa, legs kicking weakly underneath the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Later – a long time later, it feels like – Fabiola was leaning over me, a hand against my forehead, checking for fever. “Young master? Young master!? Are you feeling well?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I wiped my tear-stained face with my sleeve clumsily, a few straggling giggles escaping as I did. “Oh, Fabiola... very... very nice...”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She looked at me with the frank alarm of someone tending a mental case. “Master Lovelace...?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I nodded at the table. “That. That gun. Oh.” I shook my head as I shakily pushed myself back on the sofa. I felt weak, but light, like something had come and gutted me out. I plucked the gun from the box and laid it in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
'I know what this is,” I said, looking down at the little H&amp;amp;K P7.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... yes?” Fabiola replied cautiously, as close to nonplussed as I'd ever seen her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“This is a gun meant for a desk drawer,” I stated.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola blinked. “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“This,” I said, tapping the lever on the front of the grip. “A clumsy cocking system designed for morons terrified of carrying with a loaded chamber, just in case multiple redundant safeties magically fail. And this,” I tapped the underside of the barrel,  “a unique gas delayed blowback system that not only doubles the cleaning required but makes easy replacement of worn barrels impossible, making it uniquely awful as police service pistols. And best of all, it burns your finger after putting two magazines through it.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I paused for breath here, still winded from my attack, and let it out with a miserable sigh. “Perfect for a moron who shot himself three times in the leg, in other words.” I dropped the little gun back in its box and flipped the lid closed.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola slowly settled onto the sofa beside me. I felt her hand take mine, delicate and warm. “Garcia,” she said softly.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I started with surprise. I couldn't remember the last time she'd called me by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“That's simply a matter of training and practice, Master. Anyone can do that. But not everyone has the clarity of mind to analyze a situation and make an accurate call in the midst of chaos, like you did. I meant what I said that night – you exceeded my expectations.” She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I returned it – but I didn't meet her eyes. “And you have obviously been... diligent in your studies,” she said with a trace of admiration. “I was expecting a comment about bullets backwards in the magazine, to be honest.” The smile was evident in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Internet, I realized. She'd cottoned to my browsing – and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Just weeks ago her praise would made me duck my head to hide blushing cheeks – but now it rang hollow in my breast. I slipped my hand out of Fabiola's thin glove and walked to the fireplace. Above the mantlepiece hung the most prized heirlooms of my family; the weapons that our ancestors carried from the battlefields of Espania, across the unforgiving Atlantic to the shores of the dangerous New World. The weapons they'd used to carve out our future and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
I reached up, standing on tiptoe, and with my fingertips lifted my favorite out of its rack; the gleaming blade I'd admired since I was old enough to walk. The spada da fante, infantryman's sword; a graceful, slender blade protected by a beautifully wrought basket hilt. The maker's mark upon the ricasso proved it a legendary Toledo blade, capable of bending in a half-circle and ringing off a steel hemlet without harm. It was sealed in a thin film of plastic, allowing for display without degradation, but the nicks and scratches of past battles were still visible on the long, bright blade. It was a magnificent museum piece, worth a king's ransom alone.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd never touched it before now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped into the middle of the room and gripped the hilt, flourishing the sword. It was everything I'd imagined and better - aggressively forward balanced; seeming to throw itself into every swing and thrust. I took it through the guards, the lunge, the parry, the riposte; my footwork flawless, my form splendid. I finished with a salute, thumping the hilt to my sternum and bowing slightly to Fabiola, who was standing again, watching me impassively.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Your father taught you well,” she says quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned the blade around in my hand, admiring it wistfully. “He told me that in old Spain, knowing how to handle a blade was like learning to drive, today,” I said quietly, remembering the excitement of our sparring matches in the Venezuelan sun, my enthrallment as Father shared a story afterward, never the same one twice. “It was an essential skill. Part of growing up. Part of what defined a man.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola clasped her hands before her demurely, her gaze falling to the floor. “Master... is this about Iori?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The name hit my stomach like sour milk, and the memory it conjured wasn't much better. Iori. I'd listened to her songs nonstop, plastered my computer desktop with her photos, even watched those inane 'interviews' to see what she was like offstage, naturally, as her own person.... and meeting her in person still blew me away. The life in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the potency of her presence – I'd been stunned speechless. That wore off by next morning, when our conversation flowed naturally, but Iori hadn't: her genuine giggles of delight flooding me (and my cheeks) with warm pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Then Matsuda showed up, and it was over. The truth set in like an incubating disease; her texts tapered off, her words grew cooler... and then she bawled out her forbidden love across some ridiculous theme cafe where everything's named after death (how apropos.) I remembered how cold that'd felt, sinking heavy into my gut as I turned off the computer monitor and stared at the blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The nightmares were mundane trauma before then; but after Iori judged me, so did the dreams. The empty, tortured eyes of the enslaved women stared at me as they began their slaughter; the screams and soul-piercing shrieks of the victims beseeched me as the cold blades pierced them. And above them all, the booming, mad voice of Kilgore. The architect. The murderer.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The man I'd implored my maids to spare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola had noticed, of course, when I'd withdrawn from life, staying up late and waking early, cloistered in my room and keeping my own counsel.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She hadn't noticed when my melancholy turned monastic.  &lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed the Colt.&lt;br /&gt;
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I shook my head once. “No,” I said quietly. “This isn't about- about Iori choosing Chiaki.” I took a deep breath and locked my gaze with Fabiola's, forbidden words on my tongue. “This is about Father. About the Incident. About why we moved to Japan in the first place.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The sword lanced forward in the textbook thrust I'd practiced since age six, the tip hovering ten inches from Fabiola's nose. “I have the training. I have the practice.” My voice dropped to a cold, flat whisper. “How long would I last in a swordfight with you, Fabiola?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Her brilliant emerald eyes bored into mine down that stretch of cold steel, the truth hovering in air between us.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“It's just... mechanics,” I continued. “And you need them, but that's not where the difference is made. I know that much.” I took a deep breath to steady myself before those flat emerald eyes. “Don't teach me how to shoot, Fabiola. Teach me how to fight.”&lt;br /&gt;
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=== The First Lesson ===&lt;br /&gt;
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We set about clearing the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or rather, Fabiola did, carting away chairs three at a time while I awkwardly dragged one towards a corner. She whisked the centerpiece decorations into the china cabinet with fussy care – then planted both hands on the long table and grunted slightly, shoving it clear across the polished wooden floor with sheer brawn. Then she walked around opening drapes as I labored with my single, stupidly-heavy high-backed chair, but the sullen gray light seeping through the overcast was hardly worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
With the damn thing finally stowed, I picked up the battered black case I'd brought down from the attic and dropped it on the table, now pushed up against the wall. I popped the latches, slipped my fingers under the edge of the lid – and paused.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was my first time opening it myself. Father had always done that – part of our weekly ritual. I rubbed my thumbs over the battered, dusty plastic for a few seconds, thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I flung open the lid. Within lay the old practice swords – almost as long and heavy as the actual weapon resting over the mantle the next room over. With the dull, dented metal in sight, the rest flowed with force of habit. I shucked my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
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“... Master?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Mm?” I queried, already wiggling one arm out of the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Why are you undressing?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I froze halfway through shucking my shirt. “... well, we're going to spar, right? You need freedom of movement...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“I understand the jacket,” she said, “but the shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“T-thats how I always did it with dad!” I objected. “I mean, do you really wanna fence in a dress!?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola looked down at the hem of her maid outfit, then turned those piercing emerald orbs back on me. “Does the young Master wish me to undress?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I sputtered and retreated a step. “N-no! No, no, nonono just I mean you want to mo- I mean you should – anybody should – freedom of movement is essential because you've got to move fast and tripping bad!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola pursed her lips thoughtfully and tugged a pleat of her dress out as she studied it. “Mmm. So I should put on something more comfortable?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wwwwha-”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Or just less restricting fabric-”&lt;br /&gt;
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“HERE,” I declared, snatching up a practice sword and shoving it sidelong at her as I stared down, face burning. She plucked it from my grasp gently, and I took my own, sidling to the middle of the floor so I didn't have to look at her as my cheeks cooled.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“I've never fenced before,” Fabiola says politely, “so I'm afraid you'll have to explain the rules to me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Uh,” I said, testing my voice before trusting it. “Just don't poke my eyes out, please. That's it. Dad never liked fencing, even classical style. This is just... sword-sparring, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Very well,” Fabiola replied. “I know enough of that.” She slid one foot towards me and rested the tip of her weapon on the floor; poised and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to swallow, but found I didn't have any spit left to do it. At least my blade didn't waver as I adopted a conventional middle guard; hilt at my waist, point aimed at Fabiola's shoulder. “Okay,” I said unsteadily. “... go?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She ''moved,'' her body snapping forward into a full-tilt charge so fast I scarcely followed it, her sword clenched level by her side like a spear. There was no stance to analyze, no distance to measure – no way to anticipate how or where her attack would come -&lt;br /&gt;
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- so I lunged, driving straight at her breast with a desperate strength, muscle-memory serving me well as I tried to ward off the beast -&lt;br /&gt;
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- she swept her blade up and across her body, swatting my attack aside with ease before rolling the motion into a shoulder-check that sent me reeling. Before I could recover, her hand came back across and slammed her hilt into my jaw, sending me spinning to the floor. The room spun for a moment and stabilized with her sword-tip resting against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Whhrglf,” I whimpered quietly. Fabiola stepped back, giving me room to rise on my own. She didn't apologize for her forceful blow, and I didn't expect her too – right now, ''she'' was the Master, and we both knew it. I staggered upright and settled into stance again, this time opting for a higher guard – she was too close to charge this time, and two heads taller than me to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola danced closer, her dress swirling as her blade came whistling down at me. I caught it on my ricasso just in time, the sheer force of her blow almost making me buckle. I pressed forward to maintain opposition, hoping to control her steel, but she simply pressed forward, her greater strength making my shoes squeak on the hardwood as I slid back as the table had. I tried to twist, to move, to deflect, but to no avail – my back slammed into the wall with painful force, my blade pressed flat across my chest. She simply slid her own upwards till it pressed against my throat, held it there long enough to illustrate the point, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I peeled myself off the wall, my entire body shivering with adrenal hysteria. She'd agreed to teach me, she was teaching me -&lt;br /&gt;
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''to fight?''&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to trust her, this was Fabiola, ''Fabiola'' for chrissakes -&lt;br /&gt;
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''did she actually say 'to fight'''&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if she was gazing at me like an ant begging for a squashing, letting that sword dangle with casual disdain, this was still my maid, my friend, - &lt;br /&gt;
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''oh she's teaching you all right, she's taking you to school''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It was all over my face no matter how much I wished otherwise, and Fabiola didn't feign ignorance of it; tightening up her stance into something a little more serious. “Better?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I glared at her, but held my tongue as I returned to my guard. This was just a test, I reasoned. Just a test.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She simply stepped into range this time and began attacking more conventionally; thrusts, cuts, feints and jabs. Properly rattled by now, I stayed on the back foot, deflecting her attacks with frantic energy, finally remembering to circle lest she drive me into a corner again. I kept waiting for the real attack to develop, the crazy, crushing charge, but it never came. My breathing grew ragged as she continued to harry me around the room, and with a start I realized she'd never been in danger – she had a longer reach, and she'd never came within mine, not once, during this latest bout.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I lunged immediately, all my training, technique and practice balanced behind the thrust. The most remarkable attack in Western martial arts, Father had said; able to reach out with blinding speed and touch those that thought themselves safe. And yet Fabiola intercepted, her white glove flashing as she parried with a mere wrist-flick and a half side-step, almost to fast to follow. Her blade came sliding up mine a heartbeat later, forcing me to twist my arm around, raising hilt and dropping point to halt her steel – leaving my left side completely open. I stepped in, trying to twist my stance into a hanging guard – too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The palm-strike slammed into my chest so hard I heard my sternum creak as I was flung back, barely keeping my feet. Fabiola didn't bother to press her advantage as I gasped for breath against aching ribs. She simply loomed over me, just out of reach, expression blank and eyes cold.&lt;br /&gt;
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“We can stop, if you want,” she said – a little too stiffly, trying to keep the pity out of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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It ''was'' Fabiola, after all – and she was doing as the Head Maid had done before, before Roanapur, when she'd “arm-wrestle” me in the garden, and I'd “win.” As Caxton had done, handing me his gun - and Chiaki, with hers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Humoring the child.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even with the training, and the technique, and the practice – I was just too damned weak. If Fabiola could simply overpower me, what the hell would I do against mercenaries? Or Magical Girls? Or ''anything''? But Fabiola, ever elegant, would never say such out loud. She'd just let me reach the inevitable conclusion myself, and in the meantime – she'd humor me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd know the world belonged to the strong since forever – anyone born rich in South America learns that quick – but when the boot finally fell, I was too busy surviving to get angry about it. I wish I could say it caught up with me then; a wrath righteous and pure – but instead of injustice, it was her pity that drew blood; protecting my illusion of dignity by playing along.  &lt;br /&gt;
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God forgive me, for in that moment I truly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I locked stares with her cold emerald eyes as I felt out the edges of my emergency remote in my pocket, the raised rubber buttons easily distinguished through the thin fabric of my slacks. “Fabiola,” I breathed roughly, “you're great, but you don't know anything about what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I jabbed my panic button.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows, plunging the room into instant darkness. The metallic cacophony crashed and echoed around the high-ceilinged room for long moments, covering my quick position change. Within two seconds we were alone in a silent darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
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“.... my, my,” Fabiola said softly, and took an experimental step. I sidled sideways; my shoes were soft-soled, and in just a t-shirt and lightweight slacks, I could move nigh silently. Fabiola's hard-heeled Mary Janes and long, flowing maid attire made her motion unmistakably audible.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... not bad, young Master,” she said with a note of approval. She couldn't conceal her position and didn't care to, anyway – she couldn't ''smell'' attackers, like my Head Maid seemed to do, but any fast charge would make noise enough, and her reflexes were insane.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Not bad at all,” she continued, the polished floorboards creaking slightly under her weight. I stalked through the darkness silently, the careful, precise footwork Father had taught me serving well. My heart thundered with heat, pumping slick wet hate through my body; lubricating my slow, oiled advance and pressurizing my skull to bursting with plots. My mind spun through every angle; everything I knew of Fabiola, any way to stack the deck further even as I flowed across the floor like gasoline. I felt like a submarine stalking a destroyer; outgunned and outclassed, my only chance lie in ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in the darkness, I'd forgotten about learning how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, with every fiber of my being, I wanted to ''win.''&lt;br /&gt;
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Twelve crisp, cautious strides in the darkness, I counted – and then I struck. Fabiola's childhood of capoeira combat had gifted her grace and a nigh-supernatural kinesthetic sense; I counted on it as I brought down my blade with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
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The tip of her sword connected with the lightswitch a heartbeat before mine met her wrist. The jolt raced up her arm and flared in her eyes as her sword tumbled from numb fingers. I was already following through, twisting my hips into a mighty blow, swinging diagonal from the floor to cover as much space as I could, a kind of mad, flaming panic screaming through my mind – I'd shot my wad and I had to make it count, no retries, no second chances -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- and then everything lit up in bright white stars, the room spun very, very fast, and then stopped very, very suddenly. The afterimages of Fabiola's heel coming in at me floated through my mind, and I marveled anew at her perfection – even when flipping back into a spinning-kick, you still couldn't glimpse her panties.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not that I wanted to, of course – I'd just been kicked in the head, is all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola's Mary Janes trod into view a few moments later. “Young Master!?” She plucked me off the floor and cradled me in her arms, tilting my face up to look at her. “I'm so sorry, Garcia, it was reflex – are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Dhid ah-oooh,” I groaned as the ache in my jaw asserted itself. I ground my teeth together for a moment and tried again. “Did I hit.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Hit you. Last swing.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The concern faded from Fabiola's face, her pretty green eyes studying me thoughtfully. She pushed me away, gripping my shoulders till I steadied on my feet – and kept on gripping as she locked gazes with me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Garcia,” she said softly. “Are you sure you want this?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Want?” I repeated, the word tumbling from my lips like a spent cigarette. I wanted a lot of things. I wanted my old home back. My old life back. I wanted Roberta back, before the Incident. I wanted Father back. His smell, his touch, his sound. I wanted lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I wanted didn't count for jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I twisted away from Fabiola as my vision blurred, but she just gripped harder and pulled me close, staunching my tears against her apron. I felt the encircling arms of the woman I'd just hated so passionately – the woman who'd protected my very life for years – and the guilt crushed the last of my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
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You're supposed to feel better, after you cry – purged of all the wickedness. But when Fabiola asked me again, much later, I found it was still there, simmering within me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: /* The Beginning */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;== Anchoro ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== The Beginning ===&lt;br /&gt;
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The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia.  But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's where I'd start – at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;
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It arrived in a plain shipping box one Friday morning, along with the shop manual and some supplemental reading. I carried it to my room and stuffed it under my bed, and for two weeks I studied patiently, digesting each page before accepting the next. When I finally tore away the brown paper and revealed the pistol, gleaming in its grease coating, I felt nothing special – it was a finely-crafted tool, but nothing more; the internal workings surprisingly, even elegantly simple. The real challenge would be learning to use it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola and the Head Maid frequently left the property to attend to this or that. While they were out, I was in the single-lane range that spanned the length of the basement. Soon the malfunctions multifarious sent me back to my studies; trying to determine why ammunition and parts in perfect repair would fail to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took the pistol completely apart for the first time, every nut and screw, carefully measuring each piece and comparing it with the dimensions listed in the shop manual. I bent over my workbench, scowling at the neatly laid-out components.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every part was in perfect order. It was something in the process; the actual movement of machinery that was bedeviling me. I returned to my research, trying to flush out the ghost in the gun.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I learned astounded me. The parts might be simple, but the actual cycle of loading and firing - the moving, eating, breathing mechanization of the action – was a delicate balance of carefully-opposing forces. And they were easy to upset. The ammunition's shape and power, the strength of the springs, even the design of that laughably tiny bit of metal, the magazine follower – it all had a purpose in that process. Change one thing and you risked the entire ensemble; the invisible interplay of force that flashed in your hand for a fraction of a second with each trigger pull. Even holding the weapon too loosely could interrupt those careful symmetries.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was the real genius of the engineer – controlling and balancing those ethereal forces through such elegantly simple parts. It was in everything I couldn't see in the design diagrams; an invisible world extrapolated from the lines and clean numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was utterly fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the next few weeks all manner of brown paper packages arrived at the door, the doorbell ringing even as the 'discreet delivery service' my family favored for such matters cruised away in their unremarkable mud-colored sedans. Recoil springs, new magazines, guide-rod systems, different ammunition – I hastened to try them all, recording the results, racing from the workbench to the range and back; baffled by unexpected results, overjoyed by confirmed experiments.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd read everything about the old pistol on the internet, then read everything over again to filter the bullshit through my experience. I learned how many modern “features” were just idiotproofing, or plain pointless.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized, then, why the ancient design was still manufactured, carried and used. Why it still worked. The users understood it, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, there are no silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is something I had to do alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus I wasn't entirely surprised when Fabiola cornered me one morning in the living room. I'd been reading the morning paper with intense disinterest and had just been flipping to the daily comics (for what little good they were) when she entered. She wore a small, knowing smile and bore a little brown box in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Good morning, young master,” she said, the smile warming her voice as she bowed slightly. “May I beg a moment?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“O-of course, Fabiola,” I replied, keeping the newspaper up long enough to cover my swallow. The box was far too small to contain my pistol, but for a moment it'd looked terribly similar. I tossed the newsprint onto the coffee table casually and tried to look innocent. “What's up?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She approached with her usual stately grace, the little box in her hands seeming to glide closer with nary a jostle. “I understand you've developed an interest in firearms.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I felt the blood drain from my face – I knew how Fabiola and the Head Maid felt about me being exposed to 'their world,' as they'd called it on the rare occasions it'd been discussed – but I didn't break eye contact. I trust Fabiola with my life; she wouldn't broach the topic now without cause. I nodded weakly. “A little.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She gave me that wondrous little smile, the one that reflected mischievously in her piercing green eyes – she was amused. “I'm not upset, Master Lovelace – the art and science of firearms is a worthy pastime enjoyed by many sportsmen.” She took another graceful step forward and laid the little box on the coffee table before me, making her motion into a sort of smooth, elegant bow. In the bright rays of the morning sun the little wooden brown-and-black container looked serious and somber. I glanced at Fabiola for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Something suited for a beginner,” she said with a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leaned over, apprehensive – but excited. Fabiola had found out (how much, I dare not guess) but she wasn't displeased – she was even offering me training, in her indirect way. Considering how fast the Head Maid had binned the tranquilizer pistol, this was a sign of trust not to be discounted lightly. I reached out apprehensively – what would it be? A .22 training pistol, for learning technique? A Makarov, for simplicity? What did my maids think me ready for? How had the judged me and my private studies? Carefully, I lifted the lid.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I stared at the little oiled pistol within for a long, steady moment, my mind numbly processing the revelation. Then I let the lid fall closed with a crisp little clack!&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola was patiently watching me with an inscrutable expression.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's when I started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a wicked little snigger at first as it dawned on me, then another, and like that the floodgates burst and the laughter rolled out of me as I slowly slid off the sofa, helpless. Every time I thought they were subsiding, some new facet of the weapon chimed in my memory and sent me into new paroxysms of helpless mirth. I clutched a hand to my face in a useless attempt to stem the tears as my lungs burned, the merciless damned laughter continuing its rampage. I'd finally regained control, reigned it into a quick, pained wheezing when I glanced up and saw Fabiola – cool, placid, professional Fabiola – staring at me in stunned, open-mouthed shock, and I was off again, sliding completely off the sofa, legs kicking weakly underneath the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Later – a long time later, it feels like – Fabiola was leaning over me, a hand against my forehead, checking for fever. “Young master? Young master!? Are you feeling well?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I wiped my tear-stained face with my sleeve clumsily, a few straggling giggles escaping as I did. “Oh, Fabiola... very... very nice...”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She looked at me with the frank alarm of someone tending a mental case. “Master Lovelace...?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I nodded at the table. “That. That gun. Oh.” I shook my head as I shakily pushed myself back on the sofa. I felt weak, but light, like something had come and gutted me out. I plucked the gun from the box and laid it in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
'I know what this is,” I said, looking down at the little H&amp;amp;K P7.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... yes?” Fabiola replied cautiously, as close to nonplussed as I'd ever seen her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“This is a gun meant for a desk drawer,” I stated.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola blinked. “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“This,” I said, tapping the lever on the front of the grip. “A clumsy cocking system designed for morons terrified of carrying with a loaded chamber, just in case multiple redundant safeties magically fail. And this,” I tapped the underside of the barrel,  “a unique gas delayed blowback system that not only doubles the cleaning required but makes easy replacement of worn barrels impossible, making it uniquely awful as police service pistols. And best of all, it burns your finger after putting two magazines through it.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I paused for breath here, still winded from my attack, and let it out with a miserable sigh. “Perfect for a moron who shot himself three times in the leg, in other words.” I dropped the little gun back in its box and flipped the lid closed.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola slowly settled onto the sofa beside me. I felt her hand take mine, delicate and warm. “Garcia,” she said softly.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I started with surprise. I couldn't remember the last time she'd called me by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;
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“That's simply a matter of training and practice, Master. Anyone can do that. But not everyone has the clarity of mind to analyze a situation and make an accurate call in the midst of chaos, like you did. I meant what I said that night – you exceeded my expectations.” She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I returned it – but I didn't meet her eyes. “And you have obviously been... diligent in your studies,” she said with a trace of admiration. “I was expecting a comment about bullets backwards in the magazine, to be honest.” The smile was evident in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Internet, I realized. She'd cottoned to my browsing – and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just weeks ago her praise would made me duck my head to hide blushing cheeks – but now it rang hollow in my breast. I slipped my hand out of Fabiola's thin glove and walked to the fireplace. Above the mantlepiece hung the most prized heirlooms of my family; the weapons that our ancestors carried from the battlefields of Espania, across the unforgiving Atlantic to the shores of the dangerous New World. The weapons they'd used to carve out our future and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;
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I reached up, standing on tiptoe, and with my fingertips lifted my favorite out of its rack; the gleaming blade I'd admired since I was old enough to walk. The spada da fante, infantryman's sword; a graceful, slender blade protected by a beautifully wrought basket hilt. The maker's mark upon the ricasso proved it a legendary Toledo blade, capable of bending in a half-circle and ringing off a steel hemlet without harm. It was sealed in a thin film of plastic, allowing for display without degradation, but the nicks and scratches of past battles were still visible on the long, bright blade. It was a magnificent museum piece, worth a king's ransom alone.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd never touched it before now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped into the middle of the room and gripped the hilt, flourishing the sword. It was everything I'd imagined and better - aggressively forward balanced; seeming to throw itself into every swing and thrust. I took it through the guards, the lunge, the parry, the riposte; my footwork flawless, my form splendid. I finished with a salute, thumping the hilt to my sternum and bowing slightly to Fabiola, who was standing again, watching me impassively.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Your father taught you well,” she says quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned the blade around in my hand, admiring it wistfully. “He told me that in old Spain, knowing how to handle a blade was like learning to drive, today,” I said quietly, remembering the excitement of our sparring matches in the Venezuelan sun, my enthrallment as Father shared a story afterward, never the same one twice. “It was an essential skill. Part of growing up. Part of what defined a man.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola clasped her hands before her demurely, her gaze falling to the floor. “Master... is this about Iori?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The name hit my stomach like sour milk, and the memory it conjured wasn't much better. Iori. I'd listened to her songs nonstop, plastered my computer desktop with her photos, even watched those inane 'interviews' to see what she was like offstage, naturally, as her own person.... and meeting her in person still blew me away. The life in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the potency of her presence – I'd been stunned speechless. That wore off by next morning, when our conversation flowed naturally, but Iori hadn't: her genuine giggles of delight flooding me (and my cheeks) with warm pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Then Matsuda showed up, and it was over. The truth set in like an incubating disease; her texts tapered off, her words grew cooler... and then she bawled out her forbidden love across some ridiculous theme cafe where everything's named after death (how apropos.) I remembered how cold that'd felt, sinking heavy into my gut as I turned off the computer monitor and stared at the blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The nightmares were mundane trauma before then; but after Iori judged me, so did the dreams. The empty, tortured eyes of the enslaved women stared at me as they began their slaughter; the screams and soul-piercing shrieks of the victims beseeched me as the cold blades pierced them. And above them all, the booming, mad voice of Kilgore. The architect. The murderer.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The man I'd implored my maids to spare.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola had noticed, of course, when I'd withdrawn from life, staying up late and waking early, cloistered in my room and keeping my own counsel.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She hadn't noticed when my melancholy turned monastic.  &lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She hadn't noticed the Colt.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I shook my head once. “No,” I said quietly. “This isn't about- about Iori choosing Chiaki.” I took a deep breath and locked my gaze with Fabiola's, forbidden words on my tongue. “This is about Father. About the Incident. About why we moved to Japan in the first place.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The sword lanced forward in the textbook thrust I'd practiced since age six, the tip hovering ten inches from Fabiola's nose. “I have the training. I have the practice.” My voice dropped to a cold, flat whisper. “How long would I last in a swordfight with you, Fabiola?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Her brilliant emerald eyes bored into mine down that stretch of cold steel, the truth hovering in air between us.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“It's just... mechanics,” I continued. “And you need them, but that's not where the difference is made. I know that much.” I took a deep breath to steady myself before those flat emerald eyes. “Don't teach me how to shoot, Fabiola. Teach me how to fight.”&lt;br /&gt;
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== The First Lesson ==&lt;br /&gt;
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We set about clearing the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Or rather, Fabiola did, carting away chairs three at a time while I awkwardly dragged one towards a corner. She whisked the centerpiece decorations into the china cabinet with fussy care – then planted both hands on the long table and grunted slightly, shoving it clear across the polished wooden floor with sheer brawn. Then she walked around opening drapes as I labored with my single, stupidly-heavy high-backed chair, but the sullen gray light seeping through the overcast was hardly worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
With the damn thing finally stowed, I picked up the battered black case I'd brought down from the attic and dropped it on the table, now pushed up against the wall. I popped the latches, slipped my fingers under the edge of the lid – and paused.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It was my first time opening it myself. Father had always done that – part of our weekly ritual. I rubbed my thumbs over the battered, dusty plastic for a few seconds, thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I flung open the lid. Within lay the old practice swords – almost as long and heavy as the actual weapon resting over the mantle the next room over. With the dull, dented metal in sight, the rest flowed with force of habit. I shucked my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... Master?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Mm?” I queried, already wiggling one arm out of the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Why are you undressing?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I froze halfway through shucking my shirt. “... well, we're going to spar, right? You need freedom of movement...”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“I understand the jacket,” she said, “but the shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“T-thats how I always did it with dad!” I objected. “I mean, do you really wanna fence in a dress!?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola looked down at the hem of her maid outfit, then turned those piercing emerald orbs back on me. “Does the young Master wish me to undress?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I sputtered and retreated a step. “N-no! No, no, nonono just I mean you want to mo- I mean you should – anybody should – freedom of movement is essential because you've got to move fast and tripping bad!”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola pursed her lips thoughtfully and tugged a pleat of her dress out as she studied it. “Mmm. So I should put on something more comfortable?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Wwwwha-”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Or just less restricting fabric-”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“HERE,” I declared, snatching up a practice sword and shoving it sidelong at her as I stared down, face burning. She plucked it from my grasp gently, and I took my own, sidling to the middle of the floor so I didn't have to look at her as my cheeks cooled.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“I've never fenced before,” Fabiola says politely, “so I'm afraid you'll have to explain the rules to me.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Uh,” I said, testing my voice before trusting it. “Just don't poke my eyes out, please. That's it. Dad never liked fencing, even classical style. This is just... sword-sparring, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Very well,” Fabiola replied. “I know enough of that.” She slid one foot towards me and rested the tip of her weapon on the floor; poised and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I tried to swallow, but found I didn't have any spit left to do it. At least my blade didn't waver as I adopted a conventional middle guard; hilt at my waist, point aimed at Fabiola's shoulder. “Okay,” I said unsteadily. “... go?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She ''moved,'' her body snapping forward into a full-tilt charge so fast I scarcely followed it, her sword clenched level by her side like a spear. There was no stance to analyze, no distance to measure – no way to anticipate how or where her attack would come -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- so I lunged, driving straight at her breast with a desperate strength, muscle-memory serving me well as I tried to ward off the beast -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- she swept her blade up and across her body, swatting my attack aside with ease before rolling the motion into a shoulder-check that sent me reeling. Before I could recover, her hand came back across and slammed her hilt into my jaw, sending me spinning to the floor. The room spun for a moment and stabilized with her sword-tip resting against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Whhrglf,” I whimpered quietly. Fabiola stepped back, giving me room to rise on my own. She didn't apologize for her forceful blow, and I didn't expect her too – right now, ''she'' was the Master, and we both knew it. I staggered upright and settled into stance again, this time opting for a higher guard – she was too close to charge this time, and two heads taller than me to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola danced closer, her dress swirling as her blade came whistling down at me. I caught it on my ricasso just in time, the sheer force of her blow almost making me buckle. I pressed forward to maintain opposition, hoping to control her steel, but she simply pressed forward, her greater strength making my shoes squeak on the hardwood as I slid back as the table had. I tried to twist, to move, to deflect, but to no avail – my back slammed into the wall with painful force, my blade pressed flat across my chest. She simply slid her own upwards till it pressed against my throat, held it there long enough to illustrate the point, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I peeled myself off the wall, my entire body shivering with adrenal hysteria. She'd agreed to teach me, she was teaching me -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''to fight?''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I had to trust her, this was Fabiola, ''Fabiola'' for chrissakes -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
''did she actually say 'to fight'''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even if she was gazing at me like an ant begging for a squashing, letting that sword dangle with casual disdain, this was still my maid, my friend, - &lt;br /&gt;
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''oh she's teaching you all right, she's taking you to school''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It was all over my face no matter how much I wished otherwise, and Fabiola didn't feign ignorance of it; tightening up her stance into something a little more serious. “Better?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I glared at her, but held my tongue as I returned to my guard. This was just a test, I reasoned. Just a test.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She simply stepped into range this time and began attacking more conventionally; thrusts, cuts, feints and jabs. Properly rattled by now, I stayed on the back foot, deflecting her attacks with frantic energy, finally remembering to circle lest she drive me into a corner again. I kept waiting for the real attack to develop, the crazy, crushing charge, but it never came. My breathing grew ragged as she continued to harry me around the room, and with a start I realized she'd never been in danger – she had a longer reach, and she'd never came within mine, not once, during this latest bout.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I lunged immediately, all my training, technique and practice balanced behind the thrust. The most remarkable attack in Western martial arts, Father had said; able to reach out with blinding speed and touch those that thought themselves safe. And yet Fabiola intercepted, her white glove flashing as she parried with a mere wrist-flick and a half side-step, almost to fast to follow. Her blade came sliding up mine a heartbeat later, forcing me to twist my arm around, raising hilt and dropping point to halt her steel – leaving my left side completely open. I stepped in, trying to twist my stance into a hanging guard – too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The palm-strike slammed into my chest so hard I heard my sternum creak as I was flung back, barely keeping my feet. Fabiola didn't bother to press her advantage as I gasped for breath against aching ribs. She simply loomed over me, just out of reach, expression blank and eyes cold.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“We can stop, if you want,” she said – a little too stiffly, trying to keep the pity out of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It ''was'' Fabiola, after all – and she was doing as the Head Maid had done before, before Roanapur, when she'd “arm-wrestle” me in the garden, and I'd “win.” As Caxton had done, handing me his gun - and Chiaki, with hers.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Humoring the child.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even with the training, and the technique, and the practice – I was just too damned weak. If Fabiola could simply overpower me, what the hell would I do against mercenaries? Or Magical Girls? Or ''anything''? But Fabiola, ever elegant, would never say such out loud. She'd just let me reach the inevitable conclusion myself, and in the meantime – she'd humor me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd know the world belonged to the strong since forever – anyone born rich in South America learns that quick – but when the boot finally fell, I was too busy surviving to get angry about it. I wish I could say it caught up with me then; a wrath righteous and pure – but instead of injustice, it was her pity that drew blood; protecting my illusion of dignity by playing along.  &lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
God forgive me, for in that moment I truly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I locked stares with her cold emerald eyes as I felt out the edges of my emergency remote in my pocket, the raised rubber buttons easily distinguished through the thin fabric of my slacks. “Fabiola,” I breathed roughly, “you're great, but you don't know anything about what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I jabbed my panic button.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows, plunging the room into instant darkness. The metallic cacophony crashed and echoed around the high-ceilinged room for long moments, covering my quick position change. Within two seconds we were alone in a silent darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“.... my, my,” Fabiola said softly, and took an experimental step. I sidled sideways; my shoes were soft-soled, and in just a t-shirt and lightweight slacks, I could move nigh silently. Fabiola's hard-heeled Mary Janes and long, flowing maid attire made her motion unmistakably audible.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... not bad, young Master,” she said with a note of approval. She couldn't conceal her position and didn't care to, anyway – she couldn't ''smell'' attackers, like my Head Maid seemed to do, but any fast charge would make noise enough, and her reflexes were insane.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Not bad at all,” she continued, the polished floorboards creaking slightly under her weight. I stalked through the darkness silently, the careful, precise footwork Father had taught me serving well. My heart thundered with heat, pumping slick wet hate through my body; lubricating my slow, oiled advance and pressurizing my skull to bursting with plots. My mind spun through every angle; everything I knew of Fabiola, any way to stack the deck further even as I flowed across the floor like gasoline. I felt like a submarine stalking a destroyer; outgunned and outclassed, my only chance lie in ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in the darkness, I'd forgotten about learning how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, with every fiber of my being, I wanted to ''win.''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Twelve crisp, cautious strides in the darkness, I counted – and then I struck. Fabiola's childhood of capoeira combat had gifted her grace and a nigh-supernatural kinesthetic sense; I counted on it as I brought down my blade with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
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The tip of her sword connected with the lightswitch a heartbeat before mine met her wrist. The jolt raced up her arm and flared in her eyes as her sword tumbled from numb fingers. I was already following through, twisting my hips into a mighty blow, swinging diagonal from the floor to cover as much space as I could, a kind of mad, flaming panic screaming through my mind – I'd shot my wad and I had to make it count, no retries, no second chances -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- and then everything lit up in bright white stars, the room spun very, very fast, and then stopped very, very suddenly. The afterimages of Fabiola's heel coming in at me floated through my mind, and I marveled anew at her perfection – even when flipping back into a spinning-kick, you still couldn't glimpse her panties.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Not that I wanted to, of course – I'd just been kicked in the head, is all.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola's Mary Janes trod into view a few moments later. “Young Master!?” She plucked me off the floor and cradled me in her arms, tilting my face up to look at her. “I'm so sorry, Garcia, it was reflex – are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Dhid ah-oooh,” I groaned as the ache in my jaw asserted itself. I ground my teeth together for a moment and tried again. “Did I hit.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Hit you. Last swing.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The concern faded from Fabiola's face, her pretty green eyes studying me thoughtfully. She pushed me away, gripping my shoulders till I steadied on my feet – and kept on gripping as she locked gazes with me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Garcia,” she said softly. “Are you sure you want this?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Want?” I repeated, the word tumbling from my lips like a spent cigarette. I wanted a lot of things. I wanted my old home back. My old life back. I wanted Roberta back, before the Incident. I wanted Father back. His smell, his touch, his sound. I wanted lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
What I wanted didn't count for jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I twisted away from Fabiola as my vision blurred, but she just gripped harder and pulled me close, staunching my tears against her apron. I felt the encircling arms of the woman I'd just hated so passionately – the woman who'd protected my very life for years – and the guilt crushed the last of my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
You're supposed to feel better, after you cry – purged of all the wickedness. But when Fabiola asked me again, much later, I found it was still there, simmering within me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;== Anchoro ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== The Beginning ===&lt;br /&gt;
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The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia.  But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
That's where I'd start – at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It arrived in a plain shipping box one Friday morning, along with the shop manual and some supplemental reading. I carried it to my room and stuffed it under my bed, and for two weeks I studied patiently, digesting each page before accepting the next. When I finally tore away the brown paper and revealed the pistol, gleaming in its grease coating, I felt nothing special – it was a finely-crafted tool, but nothing more; the internal workings surprisingly, even elegantly simple. The real challenge would be learning to use it.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola and the Head Maid frequently left the property to attend to this or that. While they were out, I was in the single-lane range that spanned the length of the basement. Soon the malfunctions multifarious sent me back to my studies; trying to determine why ammunition and parts in perfect repair would fail to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I took the pistol completely apart for the first time, every nut and screw, carefully measuring each piece and comparing it with the dimensions listed in the shop manual. I bent over my workbench, scowling at the neatly laid-out components.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Every part was in perfect order. It was something in the process; the actual movement of machinery that was bedeviling me. I returned to my research, trying to flush out the ghost in the gun.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
What I learned astounded me. The parts might be simple, but the actual cycle of loading and firing - the moving, eating, breathing mechanization of the action – was a delicate balance of carefully-opposing forces. And they were easy to upset. The ammunition's shape and power, the strength of the springs, even the design of that laughably tiny bit of metal, the magazine follower – it all had a purpose in that process. Change one thing and you risked the entire ensemble; the invisible interplay of force that flashed in your hand for a fraction of a second with each trigger pull. Even holding the weapon too loosely could interrupt those careful symmetries.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
That was the real genius of the engineer – controlling and balancing those ethereal forces through such elegantly simple parts. It was in everything I couldn't see in the design diagrams; an invisible world extrapolated from the lines and clean numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I was utterly fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Over the next few weeks all manner of brown paper packages arrived at the door, the doorbell ringing even as the 'discreet delivery service' my family favored for such matters cruised away in their unremarkable mud-colored sedans. Recoil springs, new magazines, guide-rod systems, different ammunition – I hastened to try them all, recording the results, racing from the workbench to the range and back; baffled by unexpected results, overjoyed by confirmed experiments.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd read everything about the old pistol on the internet, then read everything over again to filter the bullshit through my experience. I learned how many modern “features” were just idiotproofing, or plain pointless.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I realized, then, why the ancient design was still manufactured, carried and used. Why it still worked. The users understood it, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
In the end, there are no silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;
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* * * *&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
This is something I had to do alone.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Thus I wasn't entirely surprised when Fabiola cornered me one morning in the living room. I'd been reading the morning paper with intense disinterest and had just been flipping to the daily comics (for what little good they were) when she entered. She wore a small, knowing smile and bore a little brown box in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Good morning, young master,” she said, the smile warming her voice as she bowed slightly. “May I beg a moment?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“O-of course, Fabiola,” I replied, keeping the newspaper up long enough to cover my swallow. The box was far too small to contain my pistol, but for a moment it'd looked terribly similar. I tossed the newsprint onto the coffee table casually and tried to look innocent. “What's up?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She approached with her usual stately grace, the little box in her hands seeming to glide closer with nary a jostle. “I understand you've developed an interest in firearms.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I felt the blood drain from my face – I knew how Fabiola and the Head Maid felt about me being exposed to 'their world,' as they'd called it on the rare occasions it'd been discussed – but I didn't break eye contact. I trust Fabiola with my life; she wouldn't broach the topic now without cause. I nodded weakly. “A little.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She gave me that wondrous little smile, the one that reflected mischievously in her piercing green eyes – she was amused. “I'm not upset, Master Lovelace – the art and science of firearms is a worthy pastime enjoyed by many sportsmen.” She took another graceful step forward and laid the little box on the coffee table before me, making her motion into a sort of smooth, elegant bow. In the bright rays of the morning sun the little wooden brown-and-black container looked serious and somber. I glanced at Fabiola for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Something suited for a beginner,” she said with a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I leaned over, apprehensive – but excited. Fabiola had found out (how much, I dare not guess) but she wasn't displeased – she was even offering me training, in her indirect way. Considering how fast the Head Maid had binned the tranquilizer pistol, this was a sign of trust not to be discounted lightly. I reached out apprehensively – what would it be? A .22 training pistol, for learning technique? A Makarov, for simplicity? What did my maids think me ready for? How had the judged me and my private studies? Carefully, I lifted the lid.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I stared at the little oiled pistol within for a long, steady moment, my mind numbly processing the revelation. Then I let the lid fall closed with a crisp little clack!&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola was patiently watching me with an inscrutable expression.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
That's when I started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Just a wicked little snigger at first as it dawned on me, then another, and like that the floodgates burst and the laughter rolled out of me as I slowly slid off the sofa, helpless. Every time I thought they were subsiding, some new facet of the weapon chimed in my memory and sent me into new paroxysms of helpless mirth. I clutched a hand to my face in a useless attempt to stem the tears as my lungs burned, the merciless damned laughter continuing its rampage. I'd finally regained control, reigned it into a quick, pained wheezing when I glanced up and saw Fabiola – cool, placid, professional Fabiola – staring at me in stunned, open-mouthed shock, and I was off again, sliding completely off the sofa, legs kicking weakly underneath the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Later – a long time later, it feels like – Fabiola was leaning over me, a hand against my forehead, checking for fever. “Young master? Young master!? Are you feeling well?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I wiped my tear-stained face with my sleeve clumsily, a few straggling giggles escaping as I did. “Oh, Fabiola... very... very nice...”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She looked at me with the frank alarm of someone tending a mental case. “Master Lovelace...?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I nodded at the table. “That. That gun. Oh.” I shook my head as I shakily pushed myself back on the sofa. I felt weak, but light, like something had come and gutted me out. I plucked the gun from the box and laid it in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
'I know what this is,” I said, looking down at the little H&amp;amp;K P7.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... yes?” Fabiola replied cautiously, as close to nonplussed as I'd ever seen her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“This is a gun meant for a desk drawer,” I stated.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola blinked. “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“This,” I said, tapping the lever on the front of the grip. “A clumsy cocking system designed for morons terrified of carrying with a loaded chamber, just in case multiple redundant safeties magically fail. And this,” I tapped the underside of the barrel,  “a unique gas delayed blowback system that not only doubles the cleaning required but makes easy replacement of worn barrels impossible, making it uniquely awful as police service pistols. And best of all, it burns your finger after putting two magazines through it.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I paused for breath here, still winded from my attack, and let it out with a miserable sigh. “Perfect for a moron who shot himself three times in the leg, in other words.” I dropped the little gun back in its box and flipped the lid closed.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola slowly settled onto the sofa beside me. I felt her hand take mine, delicate and warm. “Garcia,” she said softly.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I started with surprise. I couldn't remember the last time she'd called me by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“That's simply a matter of training and practice, Master. Anyone can do that. But not everyone has the clarity of mind to analyze a situation and make an accurate call in the midst of chaos, like you did. I meant what I said that night – you exceeded my expectations.” She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I returned it – but I didn't meet her eyes. “And you have obviously been... diligent in your studies,” she said with a trace of admiration. “I was expecting a comment about bullets backwards in the magazine, to be honest.” The smile was evident in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Internet, I realized. She'd cottoned to my browsing – and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Just weeks ago her praise would made me duck my head to hide blushing cheeks – but now it rang hollow in my breast. I slipped my hand out of Fabiola's thin glove and walked to the fireplace. Above the mantlepiece hung the most prized heirlooms of my family; the weapons that our ancestors carried from the battlefields of Espania, across the unforgiving Atlantic to the shores of the dangerous New World. The weapons they'd used to carve out our future and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
I reached up, standing on tiptoe, and with my fingertips lifted my favorite out of its rack; the gleaming blade I'd admired since I was old enough to walk. The spada da fante, infantryman's sword; a graceful, slender blade protected by a beautifully wrought basket hilt. The maker's mark upon the ricasso proved it a legendary Toledo blade, capable of bending in a half-circle and ringing off a steel hemlet without harm. It was sealed in a thin film of plastic, allowing for display without degradation, but the nicks and scratches of past battles were still visible on the long, bright blade. It was a magnificent museum piece, worth a king's ransom alone.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd never touched it before now.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I stepped into the middle of the room and gripped the hilt, flourishing the sword. It was everything I'd imagined and better - aggressively forward balanced; seeming to throw itself into every swing and thrust. I took it through the guards, the lunge, the parry, the riposte; my footwork flawless, my form splendid. I finished with a salute, thumping the hilt to my sternum and bowing slightly to Fabiola, who was standing again, watching me impassively.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Your father taught you well,” she says quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I turned the blade around in my hand, admiring it wistfully. “He told me that in old Spain, knowing how to handle a blade was like learning to drive, today,” I said quietly, remembering the excitement of our sparring matches in the Venezuelan sun, my enthrallment as Father shared a story afterward, never the same one twice. “It was an essential skill. Part of growing up. Part of what defined a man.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola clasped her hands before her demurely, her gaze falling to the floor. “Master... is this about Iori?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The name hit my stomach like sour milk, and the memory it conjured wasn't much better. Iori. I'd listened to her songs nonstop, plastered my computer desktop with her photos, even watched those inane 'interviews' to see what she was like offstage, naturally, as her own person.... and meeting her in person still blew me away. The life in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the potency of her presence – I'd been stunned speechless. That wore off by next morning, when our conversation flowed naturally, but Iori hadn't: her genuine giggles of delight flooding me (and my cheeks) with warm pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Then Matsuda showed up, and it was over. The truth set in like an incubating disease; her texts tapered off, her words grew cooler... and then she bawled out her forbidden love across some ridiculous theme cafe where everything's named after death (how apropos.) I remembered how cold that'd felt, sinking heavy into my gut as I turned off the computer monitor and stared at the blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The nightmares were mundane trauma before then; but after Iori judged me, so did the dreams. The empty, tortured eyes of the enslaved women stared at me as they began their slaughter; the screams and soul-piercing shrieks of the victims beseeched me as the cold blades pierced them. And above them all, the booming, mad voice of Kilgore. The architect. The murderer.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The man I'd implored my maids to spare.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola had noticed, of course, when I'd withdrawn from life, staying up late and waking early, cloistered in my room and keeping my own counsel.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She hadn't noticed when my melancholy turned monastic.  &lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She hadn't noticed the Colt.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I shook my head once. “No,” I said quietly. “This isn't about- about Iori choosing Chiaki.” I took a deep breath and locked my gaze with Fabiola's, forbidden words on my tongue. “This is about Father. About the Incident. About why we moved to Japan in the first place.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The sword lanced forward in the textbook thrust I'd practiced since age six, the tip hovering ten inches from Fabiola's nose. “I have the training. I have the practice.” My voice dropped to a cold, flat whisper. “How long would I last in a swordfight with you, Fabiola?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Her brilliant emerald eyes bored into mine down that stretch of cold steel, the truth hovering in air between us.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“It's just... mechanics,” I continued. “And you need them, but that's not where the difference is made. I know that much.” I took a deep breath to steady myself before those flat emerald eyes. “Don't teach me how to shoot, Fabiola. Teach me how to fight.”&lt;br /&gt;
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== The First Lesson ==&lt;br /&gt;
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We set about clearing the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Or rather, Fabiola did, carting away chairs three at a time while I awkwardly dragged one towards a corner. She whisked the centerpiece decorations into the china cabinet with fussy care – then planted both hands on the long table and grunted slightly, shoving it clear across the polished wooden floor with sheer brawn. Then she walked around opening drapes as I labored with my single, stupidly-heavy high-backed chair, but the sullen gray light seeping through the overcast was hardly worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
With the damn thing finally stowed, I picked up the battered black case I'd brought down from the attic and dropped it on the table, now pushed up against the wall. I popped the latches, slipped my fingers under the edge of the lid – and paused.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It was my first time opening it myself. Father had always done that – part of our weekly ritual. I rubbed my thumbs over the battered, dusty plastic for a few seconds, thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Then I flung open the lid. Within lay the old practice swords – almost as long and heavy as the actual weapon resting over the mantle the next room over. With the dull, dented metal in sight, the rest flowed with force of habit. I shucked my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... Master?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Mm?” I queried, already wiggling one arm out of the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Why are you undressing?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I froze halfway through shucking my shirt. “... well, we're going to spar, right? You need freedom of movement...”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“I understand the jacket,” she said, “but the shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“T-thats how I always did it with dad!” I objected. “I mean, do you really wanna fence in a dress!?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola looked down at the hem of her maid outfit, then turned those piercing emerald orbs back on me. “Does the young Master wish me to undress?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I sputtered and retreated a step. “N-no! No, no, nonono just I mean you want to mo- I mean you should – anybody should – freedom of movement is essential because you've got to move fast and tripping bad!”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola pursed her lips thoughtfully and tugged a pleat of her dress out as she studied it. “Mmm. So I should put on something more comfortable?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Wwwwha-”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Or just less restricting fabric-”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“HERE,” I declared, snatching up a practice sword and shoving it sidelong at her as I stared down, face burning. She plucked it from my grasp gently, and I took my own, sidling to the middle of the floor so I didn't have to look at her as my cheeks cooled.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“I've never fenced before,” Fabiola says politely, “so I'm afraid you'll have to explain the rules to me.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Uh,” I said, testing my voice before trusting it. “Just don't poke my eyes out, please. That's it. Dad never liked fencing, even classical style. This is just... sword-sparring, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Very well,” Fabiola replied. “I know enough of that.” She slid one foot towards me and rested the tip of her weapon on the floor; poised and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I tried to swallow, but found I didn't have any spit left to do it. At least my blade didn't waver as I adopted a conventional middle guard; hilt at my waist, point aimed at Fabiola's shoulder. “Okay,” I said unsteadily. “... go?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She ''moved,'' her body snapping forward into a full-tilt charge so fast I scarcely followed it, her sword clenched level by her side like a spear. There was no stance to analyze, no distance to measure – no way to anticipate how or where her attack would come -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- so I lunged, driving straight at her breast with a desperate strength, muscle-memory serving me well as I tried to ward off the beast -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- she swept her blade up and across her body, swatting my attack aside with ease before rolling the motion into a shoulder-check that sent me reeling. Before I could recover, her hand came back across and slammed her hilt into my jaw, sending me spinning to the floor. The room spun for a moment and stabilized with her sword-tip resting against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Whhrglf,” I whimpered quietly. Fabiola stepped back, giving me room to rise on my own. She didn't apologize for her forceful blow, and I didn't expect her too – right now, ''she'' was the Master, and we both knew it. I staggered upright and settled into stance again, this time opting for a higher guard – she was too close to charge this time, and two heads taller than me to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola danced closer, her dress swirling as her blade came whistling down at me. I caught it on my ricasso just in time, the sheer force of her blow almost making me buckle. I pressed forward to maintain opposition, hoping to control her steel, but she simply pressed forward, her greater strength making my shoes squeak on the hardwood as I slid back as the table had. I tried to twist, to move, to deflect, but to no avail – my back slammed into the wall with painful force, my blade pressed flat across my chest. She simply slid her own upwards till it pressed against my throat, held it there long enough to illustrate the point, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I peeled myself off the wall, my entire body shivering with adrenal hysteria. She'd agreed to teach me, she was teaching me -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''to fight?''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I had to trust her, this was Fabiola, ''Fabiola'' for chrissakes -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
''did she actually say 'to fight'''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even if she was gazing at me like an ant begging for a squashing, letting that sword dangle with casual disdain, this was still my maid, my friend, - &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
''oh she's teaching you all right, she's taking you to school''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It was all over my face no matter how much I wished otherwise, and Fabiola didn't feign ignorance of it; tightening up her stance into something a little more serious. “Better?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I glared at her, but held my tongue as I returned to my guard. This was just a test, I reasoned. Just a test.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She simply stepped into range this time and began attacking more conventionally; thrusts, cuts, feints and jabs. Properly rattled by now, I stayed on the back foot, deflecting her attacks with frantic energy, finally remembering to circle lest she drive me into a corner again. I kept waiting for the real attack to develop, the crazy, crushing charge, but it never came. My breathing grew ragged as she continued to harry me around the room, and with a start I realized she'd never been in danger – she had a longer reach, and she'd never came within mine, not once, during this latest bout.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I lunged immediately, all my training, technique and practice balanced behind the thrust. The most remarkable attack in Western martial arts, Father had said; able to reach out with blinding speed and touch those that thought themselves safe. And yet Fabiola intercepted, her white glove flashing as she parried with a mere wrist-flick and a half side-step, almost to fast to follow. Her blade came sliding up mine a heartbeat later, forcing me to twist my arm around, raising hilt and dropping point to halt her steel – leaving my left side completely open. I stepped in, trying to twist my stance into a hanging guard – too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The palm-strike slammed into my chest so hard I heard my sternum creak as I was flung back, barely keeping my feet. Fabiola didn't bother to press her advantage as I gasped for breath against aching ribs. She simply loomed over me, just out of reach, expression blank and eyes cold.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“We can stop, if you want,” she said – a little too stiffly, trying to keep the pity out of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It ''was'' Fabiola, after all – and she was doing as the Head Maid had done before, before Roanapur, when she'd “arm-wrestle” me in the garden, and I'd “win.” As Caxton had done, handing me his gun - and Chiaki, with hers.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Humoring the child.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even with the training, and the technique, and the practice – I was just too damned weak. If Fabiola could simply overpower me, what the hell would I do against mercenaries? Or Magical Girls? Or ''anything''? But Fabiola, ever elegant, would never say such out loud. She'd just let me reach the inevitable conclusion myself, and in the meantime – she'd humor me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd know the world belonged to the strong since forever – anyone born rich in South America learns that quick – but when the boot finally fell, I was too busy surviving to get angry about it. I wish I could say it caught up with me then; a wrath righteous and pure – but instead of injustice, it was her pity that drew blood; protecting my illusion of dignity by playing along.  &lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
God forgive me, for in that moment I truly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I locked stares with her cold emerald eyes as I felt out the edges of my emergency remote in my pocket, the raised rubber buttons easily distinguished through the thin fabric of my slacks. “Fabiola,” I breathed roughly, “you're great, but you don't know anything about what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I jabbed my panic button.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows, plunging the room into instant darkness. The metallic cacophony crashed and echoed around the high-ceilinged room for long moments, covering my quick position change. Within two seconds we were alone in a silent darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“.... my, my,” Fabiola said softly, and took an experimental step. I sidled sideways; my shoes were soft-soled, and in just a t-shirt and lightweight slacks, I could move nigh silently. Fabiola's hard-heeled Mary Janes and long, flowing maid attire made her motion unmistakably audible.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... not bad, young Master,” she said with a note of approval. She couldn't conceal her position and didn't care to, anyway – she couldn't ''smell'' attackers, like my Head Maid seemed to do, but any fast charge would make noise enough, and her reflexes were insane.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Not bad at all,” she continued, the polished floorboards creaking slightly under her weight. I stalked through the darkness silently, the careful, precise footwork Father had taught me serving well. My heart thundered with heat, pumping slick wet hate through my body; lubricating my slow, oiled advance and pressurizing my skull to bursting with plots. My mind spun through every angle; everything I knew of Fabiola, any way to stack the deck further even as I flowed across the floor like gasoline. I felt like a submarine stalking a destroyer; outgunned and outclassed, my only chance lie in ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in the darkness, I'd forgotten about learning how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Now, with every fiber of my being, I wanted to ''win.''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Twelve crisp, cautious strides in the darkness, I counted – and then I struck. Fabiola's childhood of capoeira combat had gifted her grace and a nigh-supernatural kinesthetic sense; I counted on it as I brought down my blade with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The tip of her sword connected with the lightswitch a heartbeat before mine met her wrist. The jolt raced up her arm and flared in her eyes as her sword tumbled from numb fingers. I was already following through, twisting my hips into a mighty blow, swinging diagonal from the floor to cover as much space as I could, a kind of mad, flaming panic screaming through my mind – I'd shot my wad and I had to make it count, no retries, no second chances -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- and then everything lit up in bright white stars, the room spun very, very fast, and then stopped very, very suddenly. The afterimages of Fabiola's heel coming in at me floated through my mind, and I marveled anew at her perfection – even when flipping back into a spinning-kick, you still couldn't glimpse her panties.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Not that I wanted to, of course – I'd just been kicked in the head, is all.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola's Mary Janes trod into view a few moments later. “Young Master!?” She plucked me off the floor and cradled me in her arms, tilting my face up to look at her. “I'm so sorry, Garcia, it was reflex – are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Dhid ah-oooh,” I groaned as the ache in my jaw asserted itself. I ground my teeth together for a moment and tried again. “Did I hit.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Hit you. Last swing.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The concern faded from Fabiola's face, her pretty green eyes studying me thoughtfully. She pushed me away, gripping my shoulders till I steadied on my feet – and kept on gripping as she locked gazes with me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Garcia,” she said softly. “Are you sure you want this?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Want?” I repeated, the word tumbling from my lips like a spent cigarette. I wanted a lot of things. I wanted my old home back. My old life back. I wanted Roberta back, before the Incident. I wanted Father back. His smell, his touch, his sound. I wanted lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
What I wanted didn't count for jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I twisted away from Fabiola as my vision blurred, but she just gripped harder and pulled me close, staunching my tears against her apron. I felt the encircling arms of the woman I'd just hated so passionately – the woman who'd protected my very life for years – and the guilt crushed the last of my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
You're supposed to feel better, after you cry – purged of all the wickedness. But when Fabiola asked me again, much later, I found it was still there, simmering within me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;As of March 2015, almost all [[Write-ups]] aside from those written by Wendy Cooldown and Archivalfag were declared non-canon. Storylines and setting details contained herein are to be assumed non-canon unless, or until, they are mentioned in any canon material.&lt;br /&gt;
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Several of these fanfics can be read directly on the wiki. To do so, simply click on the fanfic series' name directly above its respective information box, or go to a specific chapter by clicking on the chapter's name in the fanfic's information box.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Starasp ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Night Owls ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26006907/#p26009781/ Night Owls Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We're introduced to Caroline and Ana, part of the 8th Officio right after they get their first mission. Things are normal. For the 8th. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]], [[Kheda]], [[Prina]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26541547/#p26544724/ Night Owls Part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The girls find out their mission is a stakeout and Ana drags them to the armorers. Things explode.  &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]], [[Ash]], [[Riggs]], [[Char]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28101580/#p28104468/ Night Owls Part 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Midori Hanegawa ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Green Green Magica ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26067149/#p26070898/ Green Green Magica Chapter 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We peek into the past of our favorite broccoli-head before she becomes a Magical Girl. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Midori]], [[Yukiko]], [[Ryoutarou]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== -That- Guy ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Gina Falette ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/fP2uKCGj Night hunting]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WsWRLqrn The one day to show off]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;11 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rK7ARtXR Adjourning]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/huJZCgnt Rising and Falling Stars]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]], [[Izzy]], [[Megan]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SFw8TASW Finale of the beginning]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]], [[Izzy]], [[Sami]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/2bFiZVh4 One of the good days]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]], [[Izzy]], [[Sami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Q1BiAiec Times by the fire]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qb2PynED Slippery Slope of Rust and Steel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Izzy]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/8RqdBPJn Black Date]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A date is rudely interrupted, twice. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sami]], [[Izzy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Rin ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Saga of the Sixteenth  ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qLV9DWyW Saga of the Sixteenth, Part I: Reveille]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Abbadon]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QN6e9sSp Saga of the Sixteenth, Part II: The Only Easy Day...]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7WWqTmtb Saga of the Sixteenth, Part III: Guns of the First]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;13 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Alicia]], [[Artemis]], [[Jyuro]], [[The White Devil]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/10qCu8t8 Saga of the Sixteenth, Part IV: Shitcurity]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Kyousuke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Nath ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== MGNQ: World War II ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xjkhycZG MGNQ: World War II Chapter 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A remote town is attacked by German soldiers. In desperation, a contract is made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Kelzang]], [[Dieter]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KNwqAk0K MGNQ: World War II Chapter 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;As they flee, the unlikely trio get to know each other. A murky soul gem adds a new complication.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Paria]], [[Dieter]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RDXc7M14 MGNQ: World War II Chapter 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A radio broadcast leads to an important decision and a tough battle.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Paria]], [[Dieter]], [[Grace]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Red ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Magicae Damnatorum ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28487620/#p28492070 Magicae Damnatorum Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Red]], [[&amp;quot;Mom&amp;quot;]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== [[User:Ratman|Ratmie]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== [[The Riddle of Witch Flesh]] ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 1]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;30 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; An excerpt from &amp;quot;On the Nature of Witches&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [http://pastebin.com/1BJn9yeq The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 1] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 2]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; In a letter to Kaoru, Umika explains why she left the Tenth, and what she gained in return.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [http://pastebin.com/m9Qa8Vuz The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 2] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 3]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about an unreasonably dangerous Witch Hunt. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [http://pastebin.com/NgewLhsL The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 3] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Panna]], [[Popelka]], [[Karla]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 4]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about the following oddly depressing Witch Hunt. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [http://pastebin.com/qtEENwg2 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 4]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Popelka]], [[Karla]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 5]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about her friends, as well as her foes. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [http://pastebin.com/mRTAjXV7 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 5] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Juunibey]], [[Martina]], [[Toyen]], [[Panna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|- &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 6]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Martina recounts her hunt on a most dangerous game. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [http://pastebin.com/7iqbbQud The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 6] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Martina]], [[Panna]], [[Karolína]], [[Jarmila]], [[Toyen]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|-  &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 7]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; The 12th's leadership discusses feelings. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [http://pastebin.com/eGixZeCX The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 7] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Panna]], [[Martina]], [[Toyen]], [[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|- &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 8]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 April 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila talks about herself for a bit. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [http://pastebin.com/hDfQPpLK The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 8] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Umika]], [[Panna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|- &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 9]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 April 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila beats up a nerd. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [http://pastebin.com/ckdPuX0i The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 9] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Renata]], [[Jackdaw]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== [[User:Attarou|Attarou]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== [[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam (series)|Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam]] ====&lt;br /&gt;
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! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 6%&amp;quot;|Pastebin Link&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 20%&amp;quot;|Appearing Characters &lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam (story)|Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; We meet Eleanor as she deals with the horrors of paperwork.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/gLK3DiHk Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather makes a mess and chases down Eleanor.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/8VuuNbjN Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor beats Heather in a fight, and Heather ropes her into training.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ThZpzEyY Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Torturer Suzi Berry]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor is put through a workout and faces down the Spider Room.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cAVaLYep Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. Suzi Berry]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]], [[Suzi]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Aristocrat &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor is dragged to a tea party and has a breakdown.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/sKxgcdy8 Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Suzi]], [[Milly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus The New Blood]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather matches wits with a Callidus, celebrates with a new squad, and stumbles upon something urgent. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/A5pgj6jd Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch vs. The New Blood]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Madge]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Everything is Terrible]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor and Wendy talk over the phone about the current state of things. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/aeRaKSSd Omake: Everything is Terrible]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Torturer Suzi Berry versus Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Suzi and Heather settle their disagreements by fighting it out.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/69rizMVc Magical Torturer Suzi Berry vs. Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Suzi]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Grind Part I]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor eats a meager lunch and reflects on her mistakes.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0jSbuN4A Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. The Grind Part I]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Milly]], [[Eightball]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Grind Part II]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor remembers meeting a not-unfriendly figure before she was deported.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MHpHH0Zg Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Grind Part II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Eightball]], [[Wendy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam and Magical Assassin Wendy Cooldown]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;20 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather crashes Eleanor and Wendy's slumber party.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/27B0BAqB Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam and Wendy Cooldown]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Heather]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Witch]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Things go horribly, horribly wrong inside a witch barrier.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SWJJv1xK Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. The Witch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Heather]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Assassin Wendy Cooldown versus The Great Sage of the Outback Leman Russ]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy comforts Eleanor as the Sixth's Warmaster weighs in on the situation. Eleanor reveals her greatest ambition. Guestwritten by Wendy Cooldown.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hieYhf5A Magical Assassin Wendy Cooldown vs. Great Sage Leman Russ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Leman Russ]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Patient Gardener Dahlia Marigold]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;18 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather gets down and dirty, and disappears with a pair of suspicious strangers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RN6Qa05P Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch vs. Dahlia Marigold]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Marigold]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus The Nakajima Sisters]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Amber and Jade throw just about everything they've got at Heather. It ends in ice cream.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GccxEx14 Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch vs. The Nakajima Sisters]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]], [[Xiaomei]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Swashbuckler Kai Cress]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor's new morning routine is interrupted by a pirate. Milly says the wrong thing.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/im2gRCbd Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. Kai Cress]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]], [[Madge]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Aristocrat &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz Redux]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor fights Milly, and has regrets at the conclusion.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xNjSf4zP Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz Redux]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]], [[Madge]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: We Need A Hero]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Amber and Jade call up Heather to request a favor. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MmwcQ8Gn Omake: We Need A Hero]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Torturer Suzi Berry versus Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Suzi drags Eleanor to a party and chats with Madge.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hMDqk18p Magical Torturer Suzi Berry vs. Eleanor Slam]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Suzi]], [[Eleanor]], [[Madge]], [[Leman Russ]], [[Kai]], [[Belinda]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Good Luck]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor reflects on the day with Wendy, and receives a surprise. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GXxqNHx8 Omake: Good Luck]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is harassed by Amber, the Spiritual Liege, and a Rank Leader. Jade takes pictures.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qe4vyNkd Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch vs. Valentina Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Running]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor tries to quit running laps. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qrRB3JJX Omake: Running]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ordinary Girl Heather Crunch versus the Nakajima Sisters]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather tries to rely on her wits instead of her powers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Gm8L1MqJ Ordinary Girl Heather Crunch vs. the Nakajima Sisters]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: We Promised]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Amber and Jade deal with the aftermath and fulfill a promise. Sort of. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/p7SPvqf5 Omake: We Promised]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The New Grind]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; After a rough start, Eleanor has a pretty good morning at work.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xcU7MXZW Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. The New Grind]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Marina]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: We Can Rebuild Her]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; With Heather stitched up, Amber and Jade argue over what to do next. Jade has an idea. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Nd0uGFzF Omake: We Can Rebuild Her]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Entrepreneur Jael Russ]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor has a talk with her boss.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/izz5JGVk Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. Jael Russ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael Russ]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Dressing Up]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is measured for new clothes. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/6aX4H1QA Omake: Dressing Up]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Mermaid Miss St. Maur]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor is completely out of her depth.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TWtqVHzQ Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. Miss St. Maur]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Suzi]], [[Marina|St. Maur]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Distracted]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather's focus isn't on what the Soul Temperer is telling her. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/s8zBpdC2 Omake: Distracted]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko II: The Shoutening]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather dons her new clothes and meets with the Soul Temperer of the Seventh once more.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MiZ59L5Q Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch vs. Valentina Tenko II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Prepare Yourself]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor discovers something really terrifying is set to occur. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/EXNtCq0p Omake: Prepare Yourself]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Marina]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch II]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is left alone. Very, very alone.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/DhMFcfAC Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Hit Me]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor stands in front of a firing squad. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rPXhBbav Omake: Hit Me]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Blue|Belinda]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Sawbones Tanis Nagi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor wakes up in a hospital bed.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/tWycVwYd Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. Tanis Nagi]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Hanzer &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor runs for her life.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7eV2Hpsb Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam vs. Hanzer &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam and Magical Sawbones Tanis Nagi versus Magical Hanzer “Milly” Schulz]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor and Tanis fight back.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7eV2Hpsb Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam and Magical Sawbones Tanis Nagi vs. Hanzer Milly Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]], [[Madge]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: New Messages]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor checks her answering machine. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/i0viy7ST Omake: New Messages]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch and Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather gets some calls and voices her concerns.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/D8Fcpea0 Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch and Valentina Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: My Treat]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jael is surprisingly happy about Eleanor's victory. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9G9AKvNK Omake: My Treat]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko III: It Takes Two to Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Tenko puts Heather through some trust building exercises, among other things.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LtjK60pc Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch vs. Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko III]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Surprisingly Good]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor gets an unexpected gift. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZhMv4p70 Omake: Surprisingly Good]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Guro Amber Nakajima]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 March 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Amber tries to cheer up Heather in her own way.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9fyhLYSv Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch vs. Amber Nakajima]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Torturer Suzi Berry]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;24 March 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Suzi interrogates a prisoner and convinces Eleanor to do something dangerous.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/yMDDVLD0 Magical Torturer Suzi Berry]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Suzi]], [[Katherine]], [[Eleanor]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Not My Problem]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;24 March 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Tenko is berated for giving up. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/22evrgtK Omake: Not My Problem]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Tenko]], [[Xiaomei]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Killjoy “Madge&amp;quot;]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor rages at her superior.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/yvtmNCze Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Killjoy “Madge&amp;quot;]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Madge]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Route]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Amber is extremely confident in her victory. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/iST1rAjt Omake: Route]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Amber]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Pyromancer Belinda &amp;quot;Blue&amp;quot; Contra]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;11 June 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor has trouble regenerating.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/DTL1gX7s Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Pyromancer  Belinda &amp;quot;Blue&amp;quot; Contra]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Blue]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus The Nakajima Sisters Plus Valentina Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 July 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather tries to be nice in the face of overwhelming forwardness.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/6mRe5SVT Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus The Nakajima Sisters Plus Valentina Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Amber]], [[Tenko]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Patient Gardener Dahlia Marigold II: A Good Day to Tryhard]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 August 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather takes apologizing very seriously.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/BhUahhQW Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch vs. Dahlia Marigold II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]], [[Marigold]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Omake: Read]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 August 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor talks with Checkers again. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/n0Xq1v8q Omake: Read]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Empress of Dead Body Mountain Dahlia Marigold]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather tries fighting a former Warmaster.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/EeBNGqAQ Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch vs. EoDBM Dahlia Marigold]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Marigold]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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=== /a/nonymous magica ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Magical Girl Noir Zero ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RaSvfdl6t-aSyvULVFmoG8Tm0fBgmVVGfEQFntsbGsU Magical Girl Noir/Zero Episode 1: Hunter]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ayano]], [[Eiji]], [[Ruby]], [[Charlotte]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== [[User:TwiceBorn|TwiceBorn]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== [[The Iron Circle]] ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Iron Circle Ch. I|Ch. I: Olympia]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Honoka, a Vindicare of the Ninth, meets the Fourth Officio.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0yLT5dup Chapter I: Olympia]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Pinky]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Iron Circle Ch. II|Ch. II: Dodekatheon]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Exploration of the mysterious Fourth Officio.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LDpL5MsR Chapter II: Dodekatheon]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Yda Stradale]], [[Ach Stradale]], [[Felicia Thematica]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Iron Circle Ch. III|Ch. III: Mechanicus]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Secrets of the Fourth's Mechanicus.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GUsKAeJy Chapter III: Mechanicus]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Fiona Mac Manus]], [[Luka Chrom]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Iron Circle Ch. IV|Ch. IV: Iron Without]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Someone is watching the Olympia. Meanwhile, Honoka takes the Mark IV 'Maximus' suit for a spin.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/uSgqEXSg Chapter IV: Iron Without]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Iron Circle Ch. V|Ch. V: Murderers]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The Fourth Officio discovers what happened to their 'Indomitus' Terminator prototype. Meanwhile, Barbara gets ready to party.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WQvyJPM0 Chapter V: Murderers]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Petra, Fiona, Barbara, Tiny Pete]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Iron Circle Ch. VI|Ch. VI: Skitarii]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Honoka meets a Skitarius for the first time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NMpJXfGR Chapter VI: Skitarii]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka, Amal, Lau]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Iron Circle Ch. VII|Ch. VII: Siege]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 March 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The Fourth goes on a Witch hunt.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/eNMhMcQi Chapter VII: Siege]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka, Lau]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== [[Maledictus]] ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Preludium:_Undivided|Preludium: Undivided]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;quot;...for it is through Unity and Faith that we shall stand against the Dark...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eileen]], [[Elana]], [[Alsana]], [[Nashandra]], [[Nadalia]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== [[User:Dimunsis|Dimunsis]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== [[An Irish Girl's Wish]] ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Memorial To The Fallen]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A new day begins, a new mission commences.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0yLT5dup Memorial To The Fallen]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Nokota]], [[Ashlin]], [[Natalie]], [[Edea]], [[Maria]], [[Leah]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Guard Duty]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Orders are handed out, a fight breaks out, and the repercussions of fighting are made clear.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZCrzyNsu Guard Duty]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ashlin]], [[Lyssa]], [[Natalie]], [[Nokota]], [[Maria]], [[Edea]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Let's Be Friends!]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two unlikely teammates have words as one tries to apologize, but they come to a rude awakening. Literally.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5TtUWCGD Let's Be Friends!]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ashlin]], [[Maria]], [[Edea]], [[Natalie]], [[Serah]], [[Lyssa]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Angel of Death]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 April 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Outnumbered and outgunned, the girls of the Fourth are pushed to their limit--blood, violence, death, and fear stalk the battlefield. Meanwhile, someone is watching...&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/dar76hhu Angel of Death]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ashlin]], [[Natalie]], [[Lyssa]], [[Maria]], [[Nokota]], [[Edea]], [[Oriha]], [[Orisa]], [[Dimuko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Malal ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== [[House of Cards]] ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Human Resources 1: Peter Rabbit]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A night at home with the rabbit. Sometimes it's the best you can get.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Human Resources 2: Guardian Angel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Welcome to the Third Officio. Perfect, if you know when to look the other way.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]], [[Megumi Minakata]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Human Resources 3: An Offer He Can't Refuse]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; What would you give for a dream?&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Human Resources 4: Parting Shots]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Sometimes, the best-laid plans look bad from moment one.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Human Resources 5: The Rabbit And The Snake]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A parable of no meaning or significance.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mercy Killing 1: Near-Death Experience]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Izuho spends an afternoon as a test subject for an incomprehensible scientist.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Penelope Baines]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mercy Killing 2: Mirror, Mirror]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A day in the lives of the three Katayama sisters.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mizuki Katayama]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mercy Killing 3: Daybreak]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; So begins the hunt.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mizuki Katayama]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]], [[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Shimizu Yumishita]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Human Resources 6: Croesus at Delphi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Harumi deals with the aftermath of the hunt and discusses visions.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]], [[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Mizuki Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mercy Killing 4: Mea Maxima Culpa]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; With the witch of this godforsaken barrier as my sole witness, I swear that I am innocent.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Shimizu Yumishita]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Human Resources 7: Make A Wish]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; In the end, we chose this.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Aoi Katsuragi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pearly Gates 1: Rise And Shine]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Two nightmares: Those of a child, and a jaded connoisseur.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Megumi Minakata]], [[Kaede Morimoto]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mercy Killing 5: The Dragonslayer Of Mitakihara]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Introducing the would-be hero of Mitakihara.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Yuko Miura]], [[Shimizu Yumishita]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[HR Holiday Special: All Of The Other Incubators]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; They don't know how to do this - they probably shouldn't even be here - but maybe that's alright.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sanbey]], [[Harumi Ryouno]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mercy Killing 6: Prisoner Of The Third]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; The traitor hatches a plan to rescue one last innocent from the Third.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Shimizu Yumishita]], [[Hitomi Masame]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pearly Gates 2: Waking Nightmare]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Cordy finds herself in a songbird's forest.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Megumi Minakata]], [[The Shrike]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Human Resources 8: Tricks of the Trade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;01 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Harumi passes on some hard-earned wisdom to a promising magical girl.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pearly Gates 3: A Garden In Ink]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;08 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A moment's reprieve in the Third's garden.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kaede Morimoto]], [[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Junko Otozaki]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Human Resources 9: Damage Control]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;05 March 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Harumi meets with Aoi to discuss Hitomi's recent activities and her would-be rescuer.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Aoi Katsuragi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pearly Gates 4: Call Me Cordy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;20 March 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Another forest, another nightmare, from days past.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Megumi Minakata]], [[Kaede Morimoto]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Human Resources 10: Wishes and Madwomen]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;20 March 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Harumi meets with Megumi to make sense of recent days.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Kaede Morimoto]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== [[User:skeyerage | Steph]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== [[Shattered Sword]] ====&lt;br /&gt;
A series following an admittedly large faction of renegade magical girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Nubum ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Treasure Hunter Elaine ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wP41Aiv3 Chapter 1: Tomb Raider]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Our treasure hunter gives us a history lesson on the pyramids and the traps they contain.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/PivzJsCn Chapter 2: Back from the Dead]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Our treasure hunter wakes up a girl claiming to be Cleopatra.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]], [[Cleo]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WAeZStMr Chapter 3: Hedonism HQ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Elaine returns to the 14th officio and rejoices with Pius.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]], [[Cleo]], [[Pius]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Zweihart ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Trials of the Thrice-Cursed ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hN2sq9MB Chapter 0-1: Alone]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A content Magical Girl is spirited away by a freak encounter with a Witch and faces an ambush&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NixU0SW9 Chapter 0-2: Alone(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A panicked Magical Girl finds all proofs of her existence erased and tries to confirm whether or not this is the past.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hLpsiJX3 Chapter 1-1: Wildcards]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A disappointingly sober Magical Girl decides to get her shit together and is approached by a rude Callidus&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/iSPP23it Chapter 1-2: Wildcards(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A slightly entertained Magical Girl is dragged to a secret hide-out and flips her shit upon meeting a familiar Culexus. Long-delayed explanations happen. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/t9tu8rFK Chapter 1-3: Wildcards(C)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A soon-to-no-longer-be sober Magical Girl manages to get along with a German Culexus and teaches her the joys of Vodka.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qtLH4iVz Chapter 2-1: High Seas Slaughter]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet repels an unexpected assault&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LPrbU57s Chapter 2-2: High Seas Slaughter(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet moves in for a counter-attack&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/F2cMDX7D Chapter 2-3: High Seas Slaughter(C)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet stumbles onto a charnel and decides to enact some Justice.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/H4Cn9Hg0 Chapter 3-1: Cold Homes]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Debriefing happens, exposition is given, mind games are played.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/C8JhPq2c The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER I ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Things that were not meant to be have Happened. An Eversor driven to the brink of total inanity barges head first into Hell to save an old friend from herself.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Silke]], [[Suzume]],[[Ryuko]], [[Eterna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/jiYBrDTD The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER II ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; An isolated Magical Girl steps up her game and tracks down her target. An unwanted guest shows up along the way, resulting in wardrobe malfunction and tendrils.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/3DCbtZSp The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER III ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A Magical Girl in a hurry is pestered by a religious group and closes in on her goal.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/JzLj5GcS The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER IV ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A Magical Girl more or less reaches her target, suffers mindfucks and goes through a wide range of emotions.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Ahriman]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Planefag ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Garcia Lovelace ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://wiki.magicalgirlnoir.com/index.php/The_Colt#Anchoro Anchoro]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The young master retreats from the world, taken by a new obsession.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Fabiola]], [[Garcia]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://wiki.magicalgirlnoir.com/index.php/The_Colt#The_First_Lesson The First Lesson]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Garcia passes his first test.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Fabiola]], [[Garcia]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Udonge ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Magical Strategist Serina Hunter ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wdAnT6C6 Chapter 1: The Perfect Wish]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serina gets ready for an important exam and thinks back on her wish.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serina]], [[Alyssa]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Hebiko ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Aurea Venen ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/dyUSZpUy Part 1: The Green Road]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A nameless girl is haunted by hallucinations. Surely they aren't real, right?&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QEctBrbD Part 2: Serzah &amp;amp; Cynn]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two girls just casually hanging out in an abandoned building. There's absolutely nothing wrong with them at all.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/XJWwc6XU Part 3: Demens I]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A squad of rookie megucas happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/HqeBgv7j Part 4: Demens II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serzah decides that the rookie magical girls need to leave. The only way she knows how.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]], ''Alexis/Makky''&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/YqvgtKGU Part 4.5: A Honeyed Treat] (NSFW)&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;01 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A delicious morsel is devoured.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], ''Morsel''&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hX3g4Xtc Part 5: Skybreak]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serzah finishes up having fun, then makes another pet of a different variety.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]], [[Makky]], [[Morsel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Solatium ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/eSQ8xvd1 Part 1: Arxbound]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A girl bearing an oversized weapon combats against a witch, then returns home.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pira]], [[Nemi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nY0grVj9 Part 2: R&amp;amp;D]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;02 April 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Pira visits the labs in Arx for maintenance.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pira]], [[Minerva]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Antary ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Singer ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/tqB9bsvP Singer 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A delinquent fights the Witch she made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Yuko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZTPCMQgC Singer 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical delinquent runs away from the Officio and hangs out with an old friend.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Yuko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== One Shots ===&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/29989367/#p29995005 Training Montage]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Kaitlyn Kilburn &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kaitlyn]], [[Yuu]], [[Sabrina Cosworth]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/92isjRkG Red Angel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;TwiceBorn &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Red Angel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kharn]], [[Ahriman]], [[Malal]], [[Murderface]], [[Erebus]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NaivyVwW Deliverance]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; TwiceBorn &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Deliverance]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Touno]], [[Murderface]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/EZQT16G5 Corpse Master]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;7 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; TwiceBorn &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Corpse_Master]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Touno]], [[Kyouko]], [[Mami]], [[Kyubey]], [[Valthex]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/gmUXJBd2 Regrets]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 August 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Mami can't put the past behind her&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/csCvHJMT Mares of the Night]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;7 August 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Chiaki's dreams turn... unpleasant&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Chiaki]], [[Pinky]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/pZmxBnkz Red and Green]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 September 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Kyoko has a chat with Midori over lunch&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kyoko]], [[Midori]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hLu4HEab Layoffs]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Mami hosts the courier service party... and Sayaka issues staff layoffs &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mami]], [[Sayaka]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QPfnJcG4 Friday Night Magic with Magical Scrubbernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Halley Comet&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Amber invites Heather to play cards. Crunch Train ensues.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hK9wByrm &amp;quot;Are you afraid of dying ?&amp;quot;]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;hayate&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Rea recounts how she became a Vindicare. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Rea]], [[Malal]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/mH02uSAh Feast of Blades]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;TwiceBorn&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; “We no longer bear the Word, Honoria: we bear Nero. I confess, I've envied you, envied the Eighth, the Sixth, even the humble Seventeenth. And what terrifies me most, Honoria, is that I'm alone in my envy.”&lt;br /&gt;
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--Letters to Honoria, by Leona Ornstein, Officio XIV Triarius &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Leona Ornstein]], [[Miralda Smough]], [[Nero]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/bfALLwLW The Night Of The Wolf]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 March 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;TwiceBorn&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A girl of the Sixth goes on a hunt. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[The Night Of The Wolf]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;? &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|}&lt;br /&gt;
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==Extra Non-Canon==&lt;br /&gt;
The following writeups were never intended to be considered canon and written purely for fun. Please enjoy fun in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;
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{|class=&amp;quot;wikitable&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;line-height: 1.6em; width: 100%; border: 1px black solid;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 15%&amp;quot;|Writeup Name&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 7%&amp;quot;|Posted Date&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 9%&amp;quot;|Writer&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 43%&amp;quot;|Description&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 6%&amp;quot;|Pastebin Link&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 20%&amp;quot;|Appearing Characters&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| colspan=&amp;quot;6&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #D1D1D1;&amp;quot;|&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Not-safe-for-work&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Blueberry à la Mode&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/eCvtmViD Blueberry à la Mode]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sayaka, Kyouko?&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Drunken Escapades&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Dimunsis&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and Midori go out drinking, groping ensues, and many more lewd acts occur. Pinky shows off a secret 'Golden Weapon'.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/pgJjCj3a Drunken Escapades]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Midori, Wendy, Chiaki, Faust&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;One Final Tender Moment&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;2 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Dimunsis&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;In a moment of clarity, Chiaki decides to give herself to the woman that gave everything for her.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/34kvnr0k One Final Tender Moment]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Chiaki, Midori&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Formula H]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 April 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Attarou&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather presents an unusual, hypothetical scenario.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TPddJGHG Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch vs. Formula H]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather, Amber, Tenko, Jade&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| colspan=&amp;quot;6&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #D1D1D1;&amp;quot;|&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Others&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Layoffs&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 27 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Sayaka does a retirement while Mami suffers the consequences&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hLu4HEab Layoffs]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sayaka, Mami&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Last Goodbyes&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;18 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Malal cracks, and breaks Souji's heart&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5tNLAMe4 Last Goodbyes]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Malal, Souji&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Prolog in der Hölle&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Megative &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/v1ArZq1j Prolog in der Hölle]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sally, &amp;quot;Old Man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Dark Man&amp;quot; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;FALL OF LIBERTY: IDUMEA&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;30 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;GermanSchteel &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/pwjiDv0i FALL OF LIBERTY: IDUMEA]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Liberty, Lightning, Engelhardt &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Half Meguca: Full Noir Consequences]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Attarou&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Chiaki Matsuda who likes Tomoe Mami's pancakes has to do what has to be done and help Tomoe Mumi defeat the enemys&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/PMP4b1LM Half Meguca : Full Noir Consequences]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Chiaki, Mami&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Half Meguca: Full Noir Consequences 2: What Has Tobe Done]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Attarou&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Chiaki Matsuda has to kill evil wich and live up to fullnoir consequences&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KP9qBnj7 Half Meguca : Full Noir Consequences 2 : What Has Tobe Done]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Chiaki, Mami&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Half Meguca: Burger Beggining]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Attarou&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Wendy Cooldown has to fight Incubators and save all meguca&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/awTcy36k Half-Meguca : Burger Beggining]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy, Mary Sue, Incubators, Chiaki&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Half Meguca: Full Noir Consequences: Cool Down]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;13 March 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Attarou&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Chiaki Matsuda has to make the ultamate choose to save megucas and Wendy Cooldown&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/PNcPFcY2 Half-Meguca Full-Life Consequences: Cool Down]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy, Incubators, Chiaki&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Stack Overflow]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;TwiceBorn&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Misaka makes Stupid Robot Girl pay for making her cry in front of Big Sister Murderface, Misaka says smugly!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WpSDQBDe Stack Overflow]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Barbara, Misaka, Rea&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Demetrious</name></author>
		
	</entry>
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		<title>The Colt</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: /* The First Lesson */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;== Anchoro ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== The Beginning ===&lt;br /&gt;
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The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia.  But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
That's where I'd start – at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;
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It arrived in a plain shipping box one Friday morning, along with the shop manual and some supplemental reading. I carried it to my room and stuffed it under my bed, and for two weeks I studied patiently, digesting each page before accepting the next. When I finally tore away the brown paper and revealed the pistol, gleaming in its grease coating, I felt nothing special – it was a finely-crafted tool, but nothing more; the internal workings surprisingly, even elegantly simple. The real challenge would be learning to use it.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola and the Head Maid frequently left the property to attend to this or that. While they were out, I was in the single-lane range that spanned the length of the basement. Soon the malfunctions multifarious sent me back to my studies; trying to determine why ammunition and parts in perfect repair would fail to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I took the pistol completely apart for the first time, every nut and screw, carefully measuring each piece and comparing it with the dimensions listed in the shop manual. I bent over my workbench, scowling at the neatly laid-out components.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Every part was in perfect order. It was something in the process; the actual movement of machinery that was bedeviling me. I returned to my research, trying to flush out the ghost in the gun.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I learned astounded me. The parts might be simple, but the actual cycle of loading and firing - the moving, eating, breathing mechanization of the action – was a delicate balance of carefully-opposing forces. And they were easy to upset. The ammunition's shape and power, the strength of the springs, even the design of that laughably tiny bit of metal, the magazine follower – it all had a purpose in that process. Change one thing and you risked the entire ensemble; the invisible interplay of force that flashed in your hand for a fraction of a second with each trigger pull. Even holding the weapon too loosely could interrupt those careful symmetries.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
That was the real genius of the engineer – controlling and balancing those ethereal forces through such elegantly simple parts. It was in everything I couldn't see in the design diagrams; an invisible world extrapolated from the lines and clean numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was utterly fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the next few weeks all manner of brown paper packages arrived at the door, the doorbell ringing even as the 'discreet delivery service' my family favored for such matters cruised away in their unremarkable mud-colored sedans. Recoil springs, new magazines, guide-rod systems, different ammunition – I hastened to try them all, recording the results, racing from the workbench to the range and back; baffled by unexpected results, overjoyed by confirmed experiments.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd read everything about the old pistol on the internet, then read everything over again to filter the bullshit through my experience. I learned how many modern “features” were just idiotproofing, or plain pointless.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized, then, why the ancient design was still manufactured, carried and used. Why it still worked. The users understood it, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, there are no silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== A Request ===&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
This is something I had to do alone.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Thus I wasn't entirely surprised when Fabiola cornered me one morning in the living room. I'd been reading the morning paper with intense disinterest and had just been flipping to the daily comics (for what little good they were) when she entered. She wore a small, knowing smile and bore a little brown box in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Good morning, young master,” she said, the smile warming her voice as she bowed slightly. “May I beg a moment?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“O-of course, Fabiola,” I replied, keeping the newspaper up long enough to cover my swallow. The box was far too small to contain my pistol, but for a moment it'd looked terribly similar. I tossed the newsprint onto the coffee table casually and tried to look innocent. “What's up?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She approached with her usual stately grace, the little box in her hands seeming to glide closer with nary a jostle. “I understand you've developed an interest in firearms.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I felt the blood drain from my face – I knew how Fabiola and the Head Maid felt about me being exposed to 'their world,' as they'd called it on the rare occasions it'd been discussed – but I didn't break eye contact. I trust Fabiola with my life; she wouldn't broach the topic now without cause. I nodded weakly. “A little.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She gave me that wondrous little smile, the one that reflected mischievously in her piercing green eyes – she was amused. “I'm not upset, Master Lovelace – the art and science of firearms is a worthy pastime enjoyed by many sportsmen.” She took another graceful step forward and laid the little box on the coffee table before me, making her motion into a sort of smooth, elegant bow. In the bright rays of the morning sun the little wooden brown-and-black container looked serious and somber. I glanced at Fabiola for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Something suited for a beginner,” she said with a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leaned over, apprehensive – but excited. Fabiola had found out (how much, I dare not guess) but she wasn't displeased – she was even offering me training, in her indirect way. Considering how fast the Head Maid had binned the tranquilizer pistol, this was a sign of trust not to be discounted lightly. I reached out apprehensively – what would it be? A .22 training pistol, for learning technique? A Makarov, for simplicity? What did my maids think me ready for? How had the judged me and my private studies? Carefully, I lifted the lid.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I stared at the little oiled pistol within for a long, steady moment, my mind numbly processing the revelation. Then I let the lid fall closed with a crisp little clack!&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola was patiently watching me with an inscrutable expression.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's when I started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a wicked little snigger at first as it dawned on me, then another, and like that the floodgates burst and the laughter rolled out of me as I slowly slid off the sofa, helpless. Every time I thought they were subsiding, some new facet of the weapon chimed in my memory and sent me into new paroxysms of helpless mirth. I clutched a hand to my face in a useless attempt to stem the tears as my lungs burned, the merciless damned laughter continuing its rampage. I'd finally regained control, reigned it into a quick, pained wheezing when I glanced up and saw Fabiola – cool, placid, professional Fabiola – staring at me in stunned, open-mouthed shock, and I was off again, sliding completely off the sofa, legs kicking weakly underneath the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later – a long time later, it feels like – Fabiola was leaning over me, a hand against my forehead, checking for fever. “Young master? Young master!? Are you feeling well?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I wiped my tear-stained face with my sleeve clumsily, a few straggling giggles escaping as I did. “Oh, Fabiola... very... very nice...”&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked at me with the frank alarm of someone tending a mental case. “Master Lovelace...?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded at the table. “That. That gun. Oh.” I shook my head as I shakily pushed myself back on the sofa. I felt weak, but light, like something had come and gutted me out. I plucked the gun from the box and laid it in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
'I know what this is,” I said, looking down at the little H&amp;amp;K P7.&lt;br /&gt;
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“... yes?” Fabiola replied cautiously, as close to nonplussed as I'd ever seen her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“This is a gun meant for a desk drawer,” I stated.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola blinked. “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“This,” I said, tapping the lever on the front of the grip. “A clumsy cocking system designed for morons terrified of carrying with a loaded chamber, just in case multiple redundant safeties magically fail. And this,” I tapped the underside of the barrel,  “a unique gas delayed blowback system that not only doubles the cleaning required but makes easy replacement of worn barrels impossible, making it uniquely awful as police service pistols. And best of all, it burns your finger after putting two magazines through it.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I paused for breath here, still winded from my attack, and let it out with a miserable sigh. “Perfect for a moron who shot himself three times in the leg, in other words.” I dropped the little gun back in its box and flipped the lid closed.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola slowly settled onto the sofa beside me. I felt her hand take mine, delicate and warm. “Garcia,” she said softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started with surprise. I couldn't remember the last time she'd called me by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“That's simply a matter of training and practice, Master. Anyone can do that. But not everyone has the clarity of mind to analyze a situation and make an accurate call in the midst of chaos, like you did. I meant what I said that night – you exceeded my expectations.” She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I returned it – but I didn't meet her eyes. “And you have obviously been... diligent in your studies,” she said with a trace of admiration. “I was expecting a comment about bullets backwards in the magazine, to be honest.” The smile was evident in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Internet, I realized. She'd cottoned to my browsing – and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Just weeks ago her praise would made me duck my head to hide blushing cheeks – but now it rang hollow in my breast. I slipped my hand out of Fabiola's thin glove and walked to the fireplace. Above the mantlepiece hung the most prized heirlooms of my family; the weapons that our ancestors carried from the battlefields of Espania, across the unforgiving Atlantic to the shores of the dangerous New World. The weapons they'd used to carve out our future and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;
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I reached up, standing on tiptoe, and with my fingertips lifted my favorite out of its rack; the gleaming blade I'd admired since I was old enough to walk. The spada da fante, infantryman's sword; a graceful, slender blade protected by a beautifully wrought basket hilt. The maker's mark upon the ricasso proved it a legendary Toledo blade, capable of bending in a half-circle and ringing off a steel hemlet without harm. It was sealed in a thin film of plastic, allowing for display without degradation, but the nicks and scratches of past battles were still visible on the long, bright blade. It was a magnificent museum piece, worth a king's ransom alone.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd never touched it before now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped into the middle of the room and gripped the hilt, flourishing the sword. It was everything I'd imagined and better - aggressively forward balanced; seeming to throw itself into every swing and thrust. I took it through the guards, the lunge, the parry, the riposte; my footwork flawless, my form splendid. I finished with a salute, thumping the hilt to my sternum and bowing slightly to Fabiola, who was standing again, watching me impassively.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Your father taught you well,” she says quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned the blade around in my hand, admiring it wistfully. “He told me that in old Spain, knowing how to handle a blade was like learning to drive, today,” I said quietly, remembering the excitement of our sparring matches in the Venezuelan sun, my enthrallment as Father shared a story afterward, never the same one twice. “It was an essential skill. Part of growing up. Part of what defined a man.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola clasped her hands before her demurely, her gaze falling to the floor. “Master... is this about Iori?”&lt;br /&gt;
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The name hit my stomach like sour milk, and the memory it conjured wasn't much better. Iori. I'd listened to her songs nonstop, plastered my computer desktop with her photos, even watched those inane 'interviews' to see what she was like offstage, naturally, as her own person.... and meeting her in person still blew me away. The life in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the potency of her presence – I'd been stunned speechless. That wore off by next morning, when our conversation flowed naturally, but Iori hadn't: her genuine giggles of delight flooding me (and my cheeks) with warm pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Then Matsuda showed up, and it was over. The truth set in like an incubating disease; her texts tapered off, her words grew cooler... and then she bawled out her forbidden love across some ridiculous theme cafe where everything's named after death (how apropos.) I remembered how cold that'd felt, sinking heavy into my gut as I turned off the computer monitor and stared at the blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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The nightmares were mundane trauma before then; but after Iori judged me, so did the dreams. The empty, tortured eyes of the enslaved women stared at me as they began their slaughter; the screams and soul-piercing shrieks of the victims beseeched me as the cold blades pierced them. And above them all, the booming, mad voice of Kilgore. The architect. The murderer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man I'd implored my maids to spare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola had noticed, of course, when I'd withdrawn from life, staying up late and waking early, cloistered in my room and keeping my own counsel.&lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed when my melancholy turned monastic.  &lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed the Colt.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I shook my head once. “No,” I said quietly. “This isn't about- about Iori choosing Chiaki.” I took a deep breath and locked my gaze with Fabiola's, forbidden words on my tongue. “This is about Father. About the Incident. About why we moved to Japan in the first place.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The sword lanced forward in the textbook thrust I'd practiced since age six, the tip hovering ten inches from Fabiola's nose. “I have the training. I have the practice.” My voice dropped to a cold, flat whisper. “How long would I last in a swordfight with you, Fabiola?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Her brilliant emerald eyes bored into mine down that stretch of cold steel, the truth hovering in air between us.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“It's just... mechanics,” I continued. “And you need them, but that's not where the difference is made. I know that much.” I took a deep breath to steady myself before those flat emerald eyes. “Don't teach me how to shoot, Fabiola. Teach me how to fight.”&lt;br /&gt;
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== The First Lesson ==&lt;br /&gt;
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We set about clearing the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or rather, Fabiola did, carting away chairs three at a time while I awkwardly dragged one towards a corner. She whisked the centerpiece decorations into the china cabinet with fussy care – then planted both hands on the long table and grunted slightly, shoving it clear across the polished wooden floor with sheer brawn. Then she walked around opening drapes as I labored with my single, stupidly-heavy high-backed chair, but the sullen gray light seeping through the overcast was hardly worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
With the damn thing finally stowed, I picked up the battered black case I'd brought down from the attic and dropped it on the table, now pushed up against the wall. I popped the latches, slipped my fingers under the edge of the lid – and paused.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was my first time opening it myself. Father had always done that – part of our weekly ritual. I rubbed my thumbs over the battered, dusty plastic for a few seconds, thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I flung open the lid. Within lay the old practice swords – almost as long and heavy as the actual weapon resting over the mantle the next room over. With the dull, dented metal in sight, the rest flowed with force of habit. I shucked my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... Master?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Mm?” I queried, already wiggling one arm out of the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Why are you undressing?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I froze halfway through shucking my shirt. “... well, we're going to spar, right? You need freedom of movement...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“I understand the jacket,” she said, “but the shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“T-thats how I always did it with dad!” I objected. “I mean, do you really wanna fence in a dress!?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola looked down at the hem of her maid outfit, then turned those piercing emerald orbs back on me. “Does the young Master wish me to undress?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I sputtered and retreated a step. “N-no! No, no, nonono just I mean you want to mo- I mean you should – anybody should – freedom of movement is essential because you've got to move fast and tripping bad!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola pursed her lips thoughtfully and tugged a pleat of her dress out as she studied it. “Mmm. So I should put on something more comfortable?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Wwwwha-”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Or just less restricting fabric-”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“HERE,” I declared, snatching up a practice sword and shoving it sidelong at her as I stared down, face burning. She plucked it from my grasp gently, and I took my own, sidling to the middle of the floor so I didn't have to look at her as my cheeks cooled.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“I've never fenced before,” Fabiola says politely, “so I'm afraid you'll have to explain the rules to me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Uh,” I said, testing my voice before trusting it. “Just don't poke my eyes out, please. That's it. Dad never liked fencing, even classical style. This is just... sword-sparring, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Very well,” Fabiola replied. “I know enough of that.” She slid one foot towards me and rested the tip of her weapon on the floor; poised and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I tried to swallow, but found I didn't have any spit left to do it. At least my blade didn't waver as I adopted a conventional middle guard; hilt at my waist, point aimed at Fabiola's shoulder. “Okay,” I said unsteadily. “... go?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She ''moved,'' her body snapping forward into a full-tilt charge so fast I scarcely followed it, her sword clenched level by her side like a spear. There was no stance to analyze, no distance to measure – no way to anticipate how or where her attack would come -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- so I lunged, driving straight at her breast with a desperate strength, muscle-memory serving me well as I tried to ward off the beast -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- she swept her blade up and across her body, swatting my attack aside with ease before rolling the motion into a shoulder-check that sent me reeling. Before I could recover, her hand came back across and slammed her hilt into my jaw, sending me spinning to the floor. The room spun for a moment and stabilized with her sword-tip resting against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Whhrglf,” I whimpered quietly. Fabiola stepped back, giving me room to rise on my own. She didn't apologize for her forceful blow, and I didn't expect her too – right now, ''she'' was the Master, and we both knew it. I staggered upright and settled into stance again, this time opting for a higher guard – she was too close to charge this time, and two heads taller than me to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola danced closer, her dress swirling as her blade came whistling down at me. I caught it on my ricasso just in time, the sheer force of her blow almost making me buckle. I pressed forward to maintain opposition, hoping to control her steel, but she simply pressed forward, her greater strength making my shoes squeak on the hardwood as I slid back as the table had. I tried to twist, to move, to deflect, but to no avail – my back slammed into the wall with painful force, my blade pressed flat across my chest. She simply slid her own upwards till it pressed against my throat, held it there long enough to illustrate the point, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I peeled myself off the wall, my entire body shivering with adrenal hysteria. She'd agreed to teach me, she was teaching me -&lt;br /&gt;
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''to fight?''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I had to trust her, this was Fabiola, ''Fabiola'' for chrissakes -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
''did she actually say 'to fight'''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even if she was gazing at me like an ant begging for a squashing, letting that sword dangle with casual disdain, this was still my maid, my friend, - &lt;br /&gt;
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''oh she's teaching you all right, she's taking you to school''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It was all over my face no matter how much I wished otherwise, and Fabiola didn't feign ignorance of it; tightening up her stance into something a little more serious. “Better?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I glared at her, but held my tongue as I returned to my guard. This was just a test, I reasoned. Just a test.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She simply stepped into range this time and began attacking more conventionally; thrusts, cuts, feints and jabs. Properly rattled by now, I stayed on the back foot, deflecting her attacks with frantic energy, finally remembering to circle lest she drive me into a corner again. I kept waiting for the real attack to develop, the crazy, crushing charge, but it never came. My breathing grew ragged as she continued to harry me around the room, and with a start I realized she'd never been in danger – she had a longer reach, and she'd never came within mine, not once, during this latest bout.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I lunged immediately, all my training, technique and practice balanced behind the thrust. The most remarkable attack in Western martial arts, Father had said; able to reach out with blinding speed and touch those that thought themselves safe. And yet Fabiola intercepted, her white glove flashing as she parried with a mere wrist-flick and a half side-step, almost to fast to follow. Her blade came sliding up mine a heartbeat later, forcing me to twist my arm around, raising hilt and dropping point to halt her steel – leaving my left side completely open. I stepped in, trying to twist my stance into a hanging guard – too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The palm-strike slammed into my chest so hard I heard my sternum creak as I was flung back, barely keeping my feet. Fabiola didn't bother to press her advantage as I gasped for breath against aching ribs. She simply loomed over me, just out of reach, expression blank and eyes cold.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“We can stop, if you want,” she said – a little too stiffly, trying to keep the pity out of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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It ''was'' Fabiola, after all – and she was doing as the Head Maid had done before, before Roanapur, when she'd “arm-wrestle” me in the garden, and I'd “win.” As Caxton had done, handing me his gun - and Chiaki, with hers.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Humoring the child.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even with the training, and the technique, and the practice – I was just too damned weak. If Fabiola could simply overpower me, what the hell would I do against mercenaries? Or Magical Girls? Or ''anything''? But Fabiola, ever elegant, would never say such out loud. She'd just let me reach the inevitable conclusion myself, and in the meantime – she'd humor me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd know the world belonged to the strong since forever – anyone born rich in South America learns that quick – but when the boot finally fell, I was too busy surviving to get angry about it. I wish I could say it caught up with me then; a wrath righteous and pure – but instead of injustice, it was her pity that drew blood; protecting my illusion of dignity by playing along.  &lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
God forgive me, for in that moment I truly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I locked stares with her cold emerald eyes as I felt out the edges of my emergency remote in my pocket, the raised rubber buttons easily distinguished through the thin fabric of my slacks. “Fabiola,” I breathed roughly, “you're great, but you don't know anything about what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I jabbed my panic button.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows, plunging the room into instant darkness. The metallic cacophony crashed and echoed around the high-ceilinged room for long moments, covering my quick position change. Within two seconds we were alone in a silent darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“.... my, my,” Fabiola said softly, and took an experimental step. I sidled sideways; my shoes were soft-soled, and in just a t-shirt and lightweight slacks, I could move nigh silently. Fabiola's hard-heeled Mary Janes and long, flowing maid attire made her motion unmistakably audible.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... not bad, young Master,” she said with a note of approval. She couldn't conceal her position and didn't care to, anyway – she couldn't ''smell'' attackers, like my Head Maid seemed to do, but any fast charge would make noise enough, and her reflexes were insane.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Not bad at all,” she continued, the polished floorboards creaking slightly under her weight. I stalked through the darkness silently, the careful, precise footwork Father had taught me serving well. My heart thundered with heat, pumping slick wet hate through my body; lubricating my slow, oiled advance and pressurizing my skull to bursting with plots. My mind spun through every angle; everything I knew of Fabiola, any way to stack the deck further even as I flowed across the floor like gasoline. I felt like a submarine stalking a destroyer; outgunned and outclassed, my only chance lie in ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in the darkness, I'd forgotten about learning how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, with every fiber of my being, I wanted to ''win.''&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Twelve crisp, cautious strides in the darkness, I counted – and then I struck. Fabiola's childhood of capoeira combat had gifted her grace and a nigh-supernatural kinesthetic sense; I counted on it as I brought down my blade with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
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The tip of her sword connected with the lightswitch a heartbeat before mine met her wrist. The jolt raced up her arm and flared in her eyes as her sword tumbled from numb fingers. I was already following through, twisting my hips into a mighty blow, swinging diagonal from the floor to cover as much space as I could, a kind of mad, flaming panic screaming through my mind – I'd shot my wad and I had to make it count, no retries, no second chances -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- and then everything lit up in bright white stars, the room spun very, very fast, and then stopped very, very suddenly. The afterimages of Fabiola's heel coming in at me floated through my mind, and I marveled anew at her perfection – even when flipping back into a spinning-kick, you still couldn't glimpse her panties.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Not that I wanted to, of course – I'd just been kicked in the head, is all.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola's Mary Janes trod into view a few moments later. “Young Master!?” She plucked me off the floor and cradled me in her arms, tilting my face up to look at her. “I'm so sorry, Garcia, it was reflex – are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Dhid ah-oooh,” I groaned as the ache in my jaw asserted itself. I ground my teeth together for a moment and tried again. “Did I hit.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Hit you. Last swing.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The concern faded from Fabiola's face, her pretty green eyes studying me thoughtfully. She pushed me away, gripping my shoulders till I steadied on my feet – and kept on gripping as she locked gazes with me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Garcia,” she said softly. “Are you sure you want this?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Want?” I repeated, the word tumbling from my lips like a spent cigarette. I wanted a lot of things. I wanted my old home back. My old life back. I wanted Roberta back, before the Incident. I wanted Father back. His smell, his touch, his sound. I wanted lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
What I wanted didn't count for jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I twisted away from Fabiola as my vision blurred, but she just gripped harder and pulled me close, staunching my tears against her apron. I felt the encircling arms of the woman I'd just hated so passionately – the woman who'd protected my very life for years – and the guilt crushed the last of my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
You're supposed to feel better, after you cry – purged of all the wickedness. But when Fabiola asked me again, much later, I found it was still there, simmering within me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: /* The First Lesson */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;== Anchoro ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== The Beginning ===&lt;br /&gt;
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The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia.  But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's where I'd start – at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;
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It arrived in a plain shipping box one Friday morning, along with the shop manual and some supplemental reading. I carried it to my room and stuffed it under my bed, and for two weeks I studied patiently, digesting each page before accepting the next. When I finally tore away the brown paper and revealed the pistol, gleaming in its grease coating, I felt nothing special – it was a finely-crafted tool, but nothing more; the internal workings surprisingly, even elegantly simple. The real challenge would be learning to use it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola and the Head Maid frequently left the property to attend to this or that. While they were out, I was in the single-lane range that spanned the length of the basement. Soon the malfunctions multifarious sent me back to my studies; trying to determine why ammunition and parts in perfect repair would fail to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took the pistol completely apart for the first time, every nut and screw, carefully measuring each piece and comparing it with the dimensions listed in the shop manual. I bent over my workbench, scowling at the neatly laid-out components.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every part was in perfect order. It was something in the process; the actual movement of machinery that was bedeviling me. I returned to my research, trying to flush out the ghost in the gun.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I learned astounded me. The parts might be simple, but the actual cycle of loading and firing - the moving, eating, breathing mechanization of the action – was a delicate balance of carefully-opposing forces. And they were easy to upset. The ammunition's shape and power, the strength of the springs, even the design of that laughably tiny bit of metal, the magazine follower – it all had a purpose in that process. Change one thing and you risked the entire ensemble; the invisible interplay of force that flashed in your hand for a fraction of a second with each trigger pull. Even holding the weapon too loosely could interrupt those careful symmetries.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was the real genius of the engineer – controlling and balancing those ethereal forces through such elegantly simple parts. It was in everything I couldn't see in the design diagrams; an invisible world extrapolated from the lines and clean numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was utterly fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the next few weeks all manner of brown paper packages arrived at the door, the doorbell ringing even as the 'discreet delivery service' my family favored for such matters cruised away in their unremarkable mud-colored sedans. Recoil springs, new magazines, guide-rod systems, different ammunition – I hastened to try them all, recording the results, racing from the workbench to the range and back; baffled by unexpected results, overjoyed by confirmed experiments.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd read everything about the old pistol on the internet, then read everything over again to filter the bullshit through my experience. I learned how many modern “features” were just idiotproofing, or plain pointless.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized, then, why the ancient design was still manufactured, carried and used. Why it still worked. The users understood it, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, there are no silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== A Request ===&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is something I had to do alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus I wasn't entirely surprised when Fabiola cornered me one morning in the living room. I'd been reading the morning paper with intense disinterest and had just been flipping to the daily comics (for what little good they were) when she entered. She wore a small, knowing smile and bore a little brown box in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Good morning, young master,” she said, the smile warming her voice as she bowed slightly. “May I beg a moment?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“O-of course, Fabiola,” I replied, keeping the newspaper up long enough to cover my swallow. The box was far too small to contain my pistol, but for a moment it'd looked terribly similar. I tossed the newsprint onto the coffee table casually and tried to look innocent. “What's up?”&lt;br /&gt;
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She approached with her usual stately grace, the little box in her hands seeming to glide closer with nary a jostle. “I understand you've developed an interest in firearms.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt the blood drain from my face – I knew how Fabiola and the Head Maid felt about me being exposed to 'their world,' as they'd called it on the rare occasions it'd been discussed – but I didn't break eye contact. I trust Fabiola with my life; she wouldn't broach the topic now without cause. I nodded weakly. “A little.”&lt;br /&gt;
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She gave me that wondrous little smile, the one that reflected mischievously in her piercing green eyes – she was amused. “I'm not upset, Master Lovelace – the art and science of firearms is a worthy pastime enjoyed by many sportsmen.” She took another graceful step forward and laid the little box on the coffee table before me, making her motion into a sort of smooth, elegant bow. In the bright rays of the morning sun the little wooden brown-and-black container looked serious and somber. I glanced at Fabiola for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Something suited for a beginner,” she said with a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leaned over, apprehensive – but excited. Fabiola had found out (how much, I dare not guess) but she wasn't displeased – she was even offering me training, in her indirect way. Considering how fast the Head Maid had binned the tranquilizer pistol, this was a sign of trust not to be discounted lightly. I reached out apprehensively – what would it be? A .22 training pistol, for learning technique? A Makarov, for simplicity? What did my maids think me ready for? How had the judged me and my private studies? Carefully, I lifted the lid.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stared at the little oiled pistol within for a long, steady moment, my mind numbly processing the revelation. Then I let the lid fall closed with a crisp little clack!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola was patiently watching me with an inscrutable expression.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's when I started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a wicked little snigger at first as it dawned on me, then another, and like that the floodgates burst and the laughter rolled out of me as I slowly slid off the sofa, helpless. Every time I thought they were subsiding, some new facet of the weapon chimed in my memory and sent me into new paroxysms of helpless mirth. I clutched a hand to my face in a useless attempt to stem the tears as my lungs burned, the merciless damned laughter continuing its rampage. I'd finally regained control, reigned it into a quick, pained wheezing when I glanced up and saw Fabiola – cool, placid, professional Fabiola – staring at me in stunned, open-mouthed shock, and I was off again, sliding completely off the sofa, legs kicking weakly underneath the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later – a long time later, it feels like – Fabiola was leaning over me, a hand against my forehead, checking for fever. “Young master? Young master!? Are you feeling well?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I wiped my tear-stained face with my sleeve clumsily, a few straggling giggles escaping as I did. “Oh, Fabiola... very... very nice...”&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked at me with the frank alarm of someone tending a mental case. “Master Lovelace...?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded at the table. “That. That gun. Oh.” I shook my head as I shakily pushed myself back on the sofa. I felt weak, but light, like something had come and gutted me out. I plucked the gun from the box and laid it in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;
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'I know what this is,” I said, looking down at the little H&amp;amp;K P7.&lt;br /&gt;
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“... yes?” Fabiola replied cautiously, as close to nonplussed as I'd ever seen her.&lt;br /&gt;
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“This is a gun meant for a desk drawer,” I stated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola blinked. “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“This,” I said, tapping the lever on the front of the grip. “A clumsy cocking system designed for morons terrified of carrying with a loaded chamber, just in case multiple redundant safeties magically fail. And this,” I tapped the underside of the barrel,  “a unique gas delayed blowback system that not only doubles the cleaning required but makes easy replacement of worn barrels impossible, making it uniquely awful as police service pistols. And best of all, it burns your finger after putting two magazines through it.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I paused for breath here, still winded from my attack, and let it out with a miserable sigh. “Perfect for a moron who shot himself three times in the leg, in other words.” I dropped the little gun back in its box and flipped the lid closed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola slowly settled onto the sofa beside me. I felt her hand take mine, delicate and warm. “Garcia,” she said softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started with surprise. I couldn't remember the last time she'd called me by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;
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“That's simply a matter of training and practice, Master. Anyone can do that. But not everyone has the clarity of mind to analyze a situation and make an accurate call in the midst of chaos, like you did. I meant what I said that night – you exceeded my expectations.” She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I returned it – but I didn't meet her eyes. “And you have obviously been... diligent in your studies,” she said with a trace of admiration. “I was expecting a comment about bullets backwards in the magazine, to be honest.” The smile was evident in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Internet, I realized. She'd cottoned to my browsing – and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just weeks ago her praise would made me duck my head to hide blushing cheeks – but now it rang hollow in my breast. I slipped my hand out of Fabiola's thin glove and walked to the fireplace. Above the mantlepiece hung the most prized heirlooms of my family; the weapons that our ancestors carried from the battlefields of Espania, across the unforgiving Atlantic to the shores of the dangerous New World. The weapons they'd used to carve out our future and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;
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I reached up, standing on tiptoe, and with my fingertips lifted my favorite out of its rack; the gleaming blade I'd admired since I was old enough to walk. The spada da fante, infantryman's sword; a graceful, slender blade protected by a beautifully wrought basket hilt. The maker's mark upon the ricasso proved it a legendary Toledo blade, capable of bending in a half-circle and ringing off a steel hemlet without harm. It was sealed in a thin film of plastic, allowing for display without degradation, but the nicks and scratches of past battles were still visible on the long, bright blade. It was a magnificent museum piece, worth a king's ransom alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd never touched it before now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped into the middle of the room and gripped the hilt, flourishing the sword. It was everything I'd imagined and better - aggressively forward balanced; seeming to throw itself into every swing and thrust. I took it through the guards, the lunge, the parry, the riposte; my footwork flawless, my form splendid. I finished with a salute, thumping the hilt to my sternum and bowing slightly to Fabiola, who was standing again, watching me impassively.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Your father taught you well,” she says quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned the blade around in my hand, admiring it wistfully. “He told me that in old Spain, knowing how to handle a blade was like learning to drive, today,” I said quietly, remembering the excitement of our sparring matches in the Venezuelan sun, my enthrallment as Father shared a story afterward, never the same one twice. “It was an essential skill. Part of growing up. Part of what defined a man.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola clasped her hands before her demurely, her gaze falling to the floor. “Master... is this about Iori?”&lt;br /&gt;
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The name hit my stomach like sour milk, and the memory it conjured wasn't much better. Iori. I'd listened to her songs nonstop, plastered my computer desktop with her photos, even watched those inane 'interviews' to see what she was like offstage, naturally, as her own person.... and meeting her in person still blew me away. The life in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the potency of her presence – I'd been stunned speechless. That wore off by next morning, when our conversation flowed naturally, but Iori hadn't: her genuine giggles of delight flooding me (and my cheeks) with warm pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Matsuda showed up, and it was over. The truth set in like an incubating disease; her texts tapered off, her words grew cooler... and then she bawled out her forbidden love across some ridiculous theme cafe where everything's named after death (how apropos.) I remembered how cold that'd felt, sinking heavy into my gut as I turned off the computer monitor and stared at the blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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The nightmares were mundane trauma before then; but after Iori judged me, so did the dreams. The empty, tortured eyes of the enslaved women stared at me as they began their slaughter; the screams and soul-piercing shrieks of the victims beseeched me as the cold blades pierced them. And above them all, the booming, mad voice of Kilgore. The architect. The murderer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man I'd implored my maids to spare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola had noticed, of course, when I'd withdrawn from life, staying up late and waking early, cloistered in my room and keeping my own counsel.&lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed when my melancholy turned monastic.  &lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed the Colt.&lt;br /&gt;
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I shook my head once. “No,” I said quietly. “This isn't about- about Iori choosing Chiaki.” I took a deep breath and locked my gaze with Fabiola's, forbidden words on my tongue. “This is about Father. About the Incident. About why we moved to Japan in the first place.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The sword lanced forward in the textbook thrust I'd practiced since age six, the tip hovering ten inches from Fabiola's nose. “I have the training. I have the practice.” My voice dropped to a cold, flat whisper. “How long would I last in a swordfight with you, Fabiola?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Her brilliant emerald eyes bored into mine down that stretch of cold steel, the truth hovering in air between us.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It's just... mechanics,” I continued. “And you need them, but that's not where the difference is made. I know that much.” I took a deep breath to steady myself before those flat emerald eyes. “Don't teach me how to shoot, Fabiola. Teach me how to fight.”&lt;br /&gt;
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== The First Lesson ==&lt;br /&gt;
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We set about clearing the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or rather, Fabiola did, carting away chairs three at a time while I awkwardly dragged one towards a corner. She whisked the centerpiece decorations into the china cabinet with fussy care – then planted both hands on the long table and grunted slightly, shoving it clear across the polished wooden floor with sheer brawn. Then she walked around opening drapes as I labored with my single, stupidly-heavy high-backed chair, but the sullen gray light seeping through the overcast was hardly worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the damn thing finally stowed, I picked up the battered black case I'd brought down from the attic and dropped it on the table, now pushed up against the wall. I popped the latches, slipped my fingers under the edge of the lid – and paused.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was my first time opening it myself. Father had always done that – part of our weekly ritual. I rubbed my thumbs over the battered, dusty plastic for a few seconds, thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I flung open the lid. Within lay the old practice swords – almost as long and heavy as the actual weapon resting over the mantle the next room over. With the dull, dented metal in sight, the rest flowed with force of habit. I shucked my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
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“... Master?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Mm?” I queried, already wiggling one arm out of the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Why are you undressing?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I froze halfway through shucking my shirt. “... well, we're going to spar, right? You need freedom of movement...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“I understand the jacket,” she said, “but the shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“T-thats how I always did it with dad!” I objected. “I mean, do you really wanna fence in a dress!?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola looked down at the hem of her maid outfit, then turned those piercing emerald orbs back on me. “Does the young Master wish me to undress?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I sputtered and retreated a step. “N-no! No, no, nonono just I mean you want to mo- I mean you should – anybody should – freedom of movement is essential because you've got to move fast and tripping bad!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola pursed her lips thoughtfully and tugged a pleat of her dress out as she studied it. “Mmm. So I should put on something more comfortable?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wwwwha-”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Or just less restricting fabric-”&lt;br /&gt;
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“HERE,” I declared, snatching up a practice sword and shoving it sidelong at her as I stared down, face burning. She plucked it from my grasp gently, and I took my own, sidling to the middle of the floor so I didn't have to look at her as my cheeks cooled.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“I've never fenced before,” Fabiola says politely, “so I'm afraid you'll have to explain the rules to me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Uh,” I said, testing my voice before trusting it. “Just don't poke my eyes out, please. That's it. Dad never liked fencing, even classical style. This is just... sword-sparring, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Very well,” Fabiola replied. “I know enough of that.” She slid one foot towards me and rested the tip of her weapon on the floor; poised and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to swallow, but found I didn't have any spit left to do it. At least my blade didn't waver as I adopted a conventional middle guard; hilt at my waist, point aimed at Fabiola's shoulder. “Okay,” I said unsteadily. “... go?”&lt;br /&gt;
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She *moved,* her body snapping forward into a full-tilt charge so fast I scarcely followed it, her sword clenched level by her side like a spear. There was no stance to analyze, no distance to measure – no way to anticipate how or where her attack would come -&lt;br /&gt;
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- so I lunged, driving straight at her breast with a desperate strength, muscle-memory serving me well as I tried to ward off the beast -&lt;br /&gt;
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- she swept her blade up and across her body, swatting my attack aside with ease before rolling the motion into a shoulder-check that sent me reeling. Before I could recover, her hand came back across and slammed her hilt into my jaw, sending me spinning to the floor. The room spun for a moment and stabilized with her sword-tip resting against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Whhrglf,” I whimpered quietly. Fabiola stepped back, giving me room to rise on my own. She didn't apologize for her forceful blow, and I didn't expect her too – right now, *she* was the Master, and we both knew it. I staggered upright and settled into stance again, this time opting for a higher guard – she was too close to charge this time, and two heads taller than me to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola danced closer, her dress swirling as her blade came whistling down at me. I caught it on my ricasso just in time, the sheer force of her blow almost making me buckle. I pressed forward to maintain opposition, hoping to control her steel, but she simply pressed forward, her greater strength making my shoes squeak on the hardwood as I slid back as the table had. I tried to twist, to move, to deflect, but to no avail – my back slammed into the wall with painful force, my blade pressed flat across my chest. She simply slid her own upwards till it pressed against my throat, held it there long enough to illustrate the point, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
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I peeled myself off the wall, my entire body shivering with adrenal hysteria. She'd agreed to teach me, she was teaching me -&lt;br /&gt;
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''to fight?''&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to trust her, this was Fabiola, *Fabiola* for chrissakes -&lt;br /&gt;
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''did she actually say 'to fight'''&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if she was gazing at me like an ant begging for a squashing, letting that sword dangle with casual disdain, this was still my maid, my friend, - &lt;br /&gt;
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''oh she's teaching you all right, she's taking you to school''&lt;br /&gt;
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It was all over my face no matter how much I wished otherwise, and Fabiola didn't feign ignorance of it; tightening up her stance into something a little more serious. “Better?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I glared at her, but held my tongue as I returned to my guard. This was just a test, I reasoned. Just a test.&lt;br /&gt;
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She simply stepped into range this time and began attacking more conventionally; thrusts, cuts, feints and jabs. Properly rattled by now, I stayed on the back foot, deflecting her attacks with frantic energy, finally remembering to circle lest she drive me into a corner again. I kept waiting for the real attack to develop, the crazy, crushing charge, but it never came. My breathing grew ragged as she continued to harry me around the room, and with a start I realized she'd never been in danger – she had a longer reach, and she'd never came within mine, not once, during this latest bout.&lt;br /&gt;
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I lunged immediately, all my training, technique and practice balanced behind the thrust. The most remarkable attack in Western martial arts, Father had said; able to reach out with blinding speed and touch those that thought themselves safe. And yet Fabiola intercepted, her white glove flashing as she parried with a mere wrist-flick and a half side-step, almost to fast to follow. Her blade came sliding up mine a heartbeat later, forcing me to twist my arm around, raising hilt and dropping point to halt her steel – leaving my left side completely open. I stepped in, trying to twist my stance into a hanging guard – too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
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The palm-strike slammed into my chest so hard I heard my sternum creak as I was flung back, barely keeping my feet. Fabiola didn't bother to press her advantage as I gasped for breath against aching ribs. She simply loomed over me, just out of reach, expression blank and eyes cold.&lt;br /&gt;
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“We can stop, if you want,” she said – a little too stiffly, trying to keep the pity out of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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It *was* Fabiola, after all – and she was doing as the Head Maid had done before, before Roanapur, when she'd “arm-wrestle” me in the garden, and I'd “win.” As Caxton had done, handing me his gun - and Chiaki, with hers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Humoring the child.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even with the training, and the technique, and the practice – I was just too damned weak. If Fabiola could simply overpower me, what the hell would I do against mercenaries? Or Magical Girls? Or *anything?* But Fabiola, ever elegant, would never say such out loud. She'd just let me reach the inevitable conclusion myself, and in the meantime – she'd humor me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd know the world belonged to the strong since forever – anyone born rich in South America learns that quick – but when the boot finally fell, I was too busy surviving to get angry about it. I wish I could say it caught up with me then; a wrath righteous and pure – but instead of injustice, it was her pity that drew blood; protecting my illusion of dignity by playing along.  &lt;br /&gt;
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God forgive me, for in that moment I truly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I locked stares with her cold emerald eyes as I felt out the edges of my emergency remote in my pocket, the raised rubber buttons easily distinguished through the thin fabric of my slacks. “Fabiola,” I breathed roughly, “you're great, but you don't know anything about what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I jabbed my panic button.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows, plunging the room into instant darkness. The metallic cacophony crashed and echoed around the high-ceilinged room for long moments, covering my quick position change. Within two seconds we were alone in a silent darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
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“.... my, my,” Fabiola said softly, and took an experimental step. I sidled sideways; my shoes were soft-soled, and in just a t-shirt and lightweight slacks, I could move nigh silently. Fabiola's hard-heeled Mary Janes and long, flowing maid attire made her motion unmistakably audible.&lt;br /&gt;
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“... not bad, young Master,” she said with a note of approval. She couldn't conceal her position and didn't care to, anyway – she couldn't *smell* attackers, like my Head Maid seemed to do, but any fast charge would make noise enough, and her reflexes were insane.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Not bad at all,” she continued, the polished floorboards creaking slightly under her weight. I stalked through the darkness silently, the careful, precise footwork Father had taught me serving well. My heart thundered with heat, pumping slick wet hate through my body; lubricating my slow, oiled advance and pressurizing my skull to bursting with plots. My mind spun through every angle; everything I knew of Fabiola, any way to stack the deck further even as I flowed across the floor like gasoline. I felt like a submarine stalking a destroyer; outgunned and outclassed, my only chance lie in ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
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Somewhere in the darkness, I'd forgotten about learning how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, with every fiber of my being, I wanted to *win.*&lt;br /&gt;
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Twelve crisp, cautious strides in the darkness, I counted – and then I struck. Fabiola's childhood of capoeira combat had gifted her grace and a nigh-supernatural kinesthetic sense; I counted on it as I brought down my blade with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
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The tip of her sword connected with the lightswitch a heartbeat before mine met her wrist. The jolt raced up her arm and flared in her eyes as her sword tumbled from numb fingers. I was already following through, twisting my hips into a mighty blow, swinging diagonal from the floor to cover as much space as I could, a kind of mad, flaming panic screaming through my mind – I'd shot my wad and I had to make it count, no retries, no second chances -&lt;br /&gt;
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- and then everything lit up in bright white stars, the room spun very, very fast, and then stopped very, very suddenly. The afterimages of Fabiola's heel coming in at me floated through my mind, and I marveled anew at her perfection – even when flipping back into a spinning-kick, you still couldn't glimpse her panties.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not that I wanted to, of course – I'd just been kicked in the head, is all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola's Mary Janes trod into view a few moments later. “Young Master!?” She plucked me off the floor and cradled me in her arms, tilting my face up to look at her. “I'm so sorry, Garcia, it was reflex – are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Dhid ah-oooh,” I groaned as the ache in my jaw asserted itself. I ground my teeth together for a moment and tried again. “Did I hit.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Hit you. Last swing.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The concern faded from Fabiola's face, her pretty green eyes studying me thoughtfully. She pushed me away, gripping my shoulders till I steadied on my feet – and kept on gripping as she locked gazes with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Garcia,” she said softly. “Are you sure you want this?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Want?” I repeated, the word tumbling from my lips like a spent cigarette. I wanted a lot of things. I wanted my old home back. My old life back. I wanted Roberta back, before the Incident. I wanted Father back. His smell, his touch, his sound. I wanted lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I wanted didn't count for jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;
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I twisted away from Fabiola as my vision blurred, but she just gripped harder and pulled me close, staunching my tears against her apron. I felt the encircling arms of the woman I'd just hated so passionately – the woman who'd protected my very life for years – and the guilt crushed the last of my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
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You're supposed to feel better, after you cry – purged of all the wickedness. But when Fabiola asked me again, much later, I found it was still there, simmering within me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: Created page with &amp;quot;== Anchoro ==  === The Beginning ===  The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. De...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;== Anchoro ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== The Beginning ===&lt;br /&gt;
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The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia.  But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's where I'd start – at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;
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It arrived in a plain shipping box one Friday morning, along with the shop manual and some supplemental reading. I carried it to my room and stuffed it under my bed, and for two weeks I studied patiently, digesting each page before accepting the next. When I finally tore away the brown paper and revealed the pistol, gleaming in its grease coating, I felt nothing special – it was a finely-crafted tool, but nothing more; the internal workings surprisingly, even elegantly simple. The real challenge would be learning to use it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola and the Head Maid frequently left the property to attend to this or that. While they were out, I was in the single-lane range that spanned the length of the basement. Soon the malfunctions multifarious sent me back to my studies; trying to determine why ammunition and parts in perfect repair would fail to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took the pistol completely apart for the first time, every nut and screw, carefully measuring each piece and comparing it with the dimensions listed in the shop manual. I bent over my workbench, scowling at the neatly laid-out components.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every part was in perfect order. It was something in the process; the actual movement of machinery that was bedeviling me. I returned to my research, trying to flush out the ghost in the gun.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I learned astounded me. The parts might be simple, but the actual cycle of loading and firing - the moving, eating, breathing mechanization of the action – was a delicate balance of carefully-opposing forces. And they were easy to upset. The ammunition's shape and power, the strength of the springs, even the design of that laughably tiny bit of metal, the magazine follower – it all had a purpose in that process. Change one thing and you risked the entire ensemble; the invisible interplay of force that flashed in your hand for a fraction of a second with each trigger pull. Even holding the weapon too loosely could interrupt those careful symmetries.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was the real genius of the engineer – controlling and balancing those ethereal forces through such elegantly simple parts. It was in everything I couldn't see in the design diagrams; an invisible world extrapolated from the lines and clean numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was utterly fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the next few weeks all manner of brown paper packages arrived at the door, the doorbell ringing even as the 'discreet delivery service' my family favored for such matters cruised away in their unremarkable mud-colored sedans. Recoil springs, new magazines, guide-rod systems, different ammunition – I hastened to try them all, recording the results, racing from the workbench to the range and back; baffled by unexpected results, overjoyed by confirmed experiments.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd read everything about the old pistol on the internet, then read everything over again to filter the bullshit through my experience. I learned how many modern “features” were just idiotproofing, or plain pointless.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized, then, why the ancient design was still manufactured, carried and used. Why it still worked. The users understood it, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, there are no silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== A Request ===&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is something I had to do alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus I wasn't entirely surprised when Fabiola cornered me one morning in the living room. I'd been reading the morning paper with intense disinterest and had just been flipping to the daily comics (for what little good they were) when she entered. She wore a small, knowing smile and bore a little brown box in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Good morning, young master,” she said, the smile warming her voice as she bowed slightly. “May I beg a moment?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“O-of course, Fabiola,” I replied, keeping the newspaper up long enough to cover my swallow. The box was far too small to contain my pistol, but for a moment it'd looked terribly similar. I tossed the newsprint onto the coffee table casually and tried to look innocent. “What's up?”&lt;br /&gt;
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She approached with her usual stately grace, the little box in her hands seeming to glide closer with nary a jostle. “I understand you've developed an interest in firearms.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt the blood drain from my face – I knew how Fabiola and the Head Maid felt about me being exposed to 'their world,' as they'd called it on the rare occasions it'd been discussed – but I didn't break eye contact. I trust Fabiola with my life; she wouldn't broach the topic now without cause. I nodded weakly. “A little.”&lt;br /&gt;
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She gave me that wondrous little smile, the one that reflected mischievously in her piercing green eyes – she was amused. “I'm not upset, Master Lovelace – the art and science of firearms is a worthy pastime enjoyed by many sportsmen.” She took another graceful step forward and laid the little box on the coffee table before me, making her motion into a sort of smooth, elegant bow. In the bright rays of the morning sun the little wooden brown-and-black container looked serious and somber. I glanced at Fabiola for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Something suited for a beginner,” she said with a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leaned over, apprehensive – but excited. Fabiola had found out (how much, I dare not guess) but she wasn't displeased – she was even offering me training, in her indirect way. Considering how fast the Head Maid had binned the tranquilizer pistol, this was a sign of trust not to be discounted lightly. I reached out apprehensively – what would it be? A .22 training pistol, for learning technique? A Makarov, for simplicity? What did my maids think me ready for? How had the judged me and my private studies? Carefully, I lifted the lid.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stared at the little oiled pistol within for a long, steady moment, my mind numbly processing the revelation. Then I let the lid fall closed with a crisp little clack!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola was patiently watching me with an inscrutable expression.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's when I started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a wicked little snigger at first as it dawned on me, then another, and like that the floodgates burst and the laughter rolled out of me as I slowly slid off the sofa, helpless. Every time I thought they were subsiding, some new facet of the weapon chimed in my memory and sent me into new paroxysms of helpless mirth. I clutched a hand to my face in a useless attempt to stem the tears as my lungs burned, the merciless damned laughter continuing its rampage. I'd finally regained control, reigned it into a quick, pained wheezing when I glanced up and saw Fabiola – cool, placid, professional Fabiola – staring at me in stunned, open-mouthed shock, and I was off again, sliding completely off the sofa, legs kicking weakly underneath the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later – a long time later, it feels like – Fabiola was leaning over me, a hand against my forehead, checking for fever. “Young master? Young master!? Are you feeling well?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I wiped my tear-stained face with my sleeve clumsily, a few straggling giggles escaping as I did. “Oh, Fabiola... very... very nice...”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She looked at me with the frank alarm of someone tending a mental case. “Master Lovelace...?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I nodded at the table. “That. That gun. Oh.” I shook my head as I shakily pushed myself back on the sofa. I felt weak, but light, like something had come and gutted me out. I plucked the gun from the box and laid it in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
'I know what this is,” I said, looking down at the little H&amp;amp;K P7.&lt;br /&gt;
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“... yes?” Fabiola replied cautiously, as close to nonplussed as I'd ever seen her.&lt;br /&gt;
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“This is a gun meant for a desk drawer,” I stated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola blinked. “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“This,” I said, tapping the lever on the front of the grip. “A clumsy cocking system designed for morons terrified of carrying with a loaded chamber, just in case multiple redundant safeties magically fail. And this,” I tapped the underside of the barrel,  “a unique gas delayed blowback system that not only doubles the cleaning required but makes easy replacement of worn barrels impossible, making it uniquely awful as police service pistols. And best of all, it burns your finger after putting two magazines through it.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I paused for breath here, still winded from my attack, and let it out with a miserable sigh. “Perfect for a moron who shot himself three times in the leg, in other words.” I dropped the little gun back in its box and flipped the lid closed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola slowly settled onto the sofa beside me. I felt her hand take mine, delicate and warm. “Garcia,” she said softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started with surprise. I couldn't remember the last time she'd called me by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;
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“That's simply a matter of training and practice, Master. Anyone can do that. But not everyone has the clarity of mind to analyze a situation and make an accurate call in the midst of chaos, like you did. I meant what I said that night – you exceeded my expectations.” She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I returned it – but I didn't meet her eyes. “And you have obviously been... diligent in your studies,” she said with a trace of admiration. “I was expecting a comment about bullets backwards in the magazine, to be honest.” The smile was evident in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Internet, I realized. She'd cottoned to my browsing – and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just weeks ago her praise would made me duck my head to hide blushing cheeks – but now it rang hollow in my breast. I slipped my hand out of Fabiola's thin glove and walked to the fireplace. Above the mantlepiece hung the most prized heirlooms of my family; the weapons that our ancestors carried from the battlefields of Espania, across the unforgiving Atlantic to the shores of the dangerous New World. The weapons they'd used to carve out our future and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;
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I reached up, standing on tiptoe, and with my fingertips lifted my favorite out of its rack; the gleaming blade I'd admired since I was old enough to walk. The spada da fante, infantryman's sword; a graceful, slender blade protected by a beautifully wrought basket hilt. The maker's mark upon the ricasso proved it a legendary Toledo blade, capable of bending in a half-circle and ringing off a steel hemlet without harm. It was sealed in a thin film of plastic, allowing for display without degradation, but the nicks and scratches of past battles were still visible on the long, bright blade. It was a magnificent museum piece, worth a king's ransom alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd never touched it before now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped into the middle of the room and gripped the hilt, flourishing the sword. It was everything I'd imagined and better - aggressively forward balanced; seeming to throw itself into every swing and thrust. I took it through the guards, the lunge, the parry, the riposte; my footwork flawless, my form splendid. I finished with a salute, thumping the hilt to my sternum and bowing slightly to Fabiola, who was standing again, watching me impassively.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Your father taught you well,” she says quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned the blade around in my hand, admiring it wistfully. “He told me that in old Spain, knowing how to handle a blade was like learning to drive, today,” I said quietly, remembering the excitement of our sparring matches in the Venezuelan sun, my enthrallment as Father shared a story afterward, never the same one twice. “It was an essential skill. Part of growing up. Part of what defined a man.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola clasped her hands before her demurely, her gaze falling to the floor. “Master... is this about Iori?”&lt;br /&gt;
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The name hit my stomach like sour milk, and the memory it conjured wasn't much better. Iori. I'd listened to her songs nonstop, plastered my computer desktop with her photos, even watched those inane 'interviews' to see what she was like offstage, naturally, as her own person.... and meeting her in person still blew me away. The life in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the potency of her presence – I'd been stunned speechless. That wore off by next morning, when our conversation flowed naturally, but Iori hadn't: her genuine giggles of delight flooding me (and my cheeks) with warm pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Matsuda showed up, and it was over. The truth set in like an incubating disease; her texts tapered off, her words grew cooler... and then she bawled out her forbidden love across some ridiculous theme cafe where everything's named after death (how apropos.) I remembered how cold that'd felt, sinking heavy into my gut as I turned off the computer monitor and stared at the blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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The nightmares were mundane trauma before then; but after Iori judged me, so did the dreams. The empty, tortured eyes of the enslaved women stared at me as they began their slaughter; the screams and soul-piercing shrieks of the victims beseeched me as the cold blades pierced them. And above them all, the booming, mad voice of Kilgore. The architect. The murderer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man I'd implored my maids to spare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola had noticed, of course, when I'd withdrawn from life, staying up late and waking early, cloistered in my room and keeping my own counsel.&lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed when my melancholy turned monastic.  &lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed the Colt.&lt;br /&gt;
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I shook my head once. “No,” I said quietly. “This isn't about- about Iori choosing Chiaki.” I took a deep breath and locked my gaze with Fabiola's, forbidden words on my tongue. “This is about Father. About the Incident. About why we moved to Japan in the first place.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The sword lanced forward in the textbook thrust I'd practiced since age six, the tip hovering ten inches from Fabiola's nose. “I have the training. I have the practice.” My voice dropped to a cold, flat whisper. “How long would I last in a swordfight with you, Fabiola?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Her brilliant emerald eyes bored into mine down that stretch of cold steel, the truth hovering in air between us.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It's just... mechanics,” I continued. “And you need them, but that's not where the difference is made. I know that much.” I took a deep breath to steady myself before those flat emerald eyes. “Don't teach me how to shoot, Fabiola. Teach me how to fight.”&lt;br /&gt;
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== The First Lesson ==&lt;br /&gt;
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We set about clearing the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or rather, Fabiola did, carting away chairs three at a time while I awkwardly dragged one towards a corner. She whisked the centerpiece decorations into the china cabinet with fussy care – then planted both hands on the long table and grunted slightly, shoving it clear across the polished wooden floor with sheer brawn. Then she walked around opening drapes as I labored with my single, stupidly-heavy high-backed chair, but the sullen gray light seeping through the overcast was hardly worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the damn thing finally stowed, I picked up the battered black case I'd brought down from the attic and dropped it on the table, now pushed up against the wall. I popped the latches, slipped my fingers under the edge of the lid – and paused.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was my first time opening it myself. Father had always done that – part of our weekly ritual. I rubbed my thumbs over the battered, dusty plastic for a few seconds, thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I flung open the lid. Within lay the old practice swords – almost as long and heavy as the actual weapon resting over the mantle the next room over. With the dull, dented metal in sight, the rest flowed with force of habit. I shucked my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
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“... Master?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Mm?” I queried, already wiggling one arm out of the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Why are you undressing?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I froze halfway through shucking my shirt. “... well, we're going to spar, right? You need freedom of movement...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“I understand the jacket,” she said, “but the shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“T-thats how I always did it with dad!” I objected. “I mean, do you really wanna fence in a dress!?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola looked down at the hem of her maid outfit, then turned those piercing emerald orbs back on me. “Does the young Master wish me to undress?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I sputtered and retreated a step. “N-no! No, no, nonono just I mean you want to mo- I mean you should – anybody should – freedom of movement is essential because you've got to move fast and tripping bad!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola pursed her lips thoughtfully and tugged a pleat of her dress out as she studied it. “Mmm. So I should put on something more comfortable?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wwwwha-”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Or just less restricting fabric-”&lt;br /&gt;
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“HERE,” I declared, snatching up a practice sword and shoving it sidelong at her as I stared down, face burning. She plucked it from my grasp gently, and I took my own, sidling to the middle of the floor so I didn't have to look at her as my cheeks cooled.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I've never fenced before,” Fabiola says politely, “so I'm afraid you'll have to explain the rules to me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Uh,” I said, testing my voice before trusting it. “Just don't poke my eyes out, please. That's it. Dad never liked fencing, even classical style. This is just... sword-sparring, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Very well,” Fabiola replied. “I know enough of that.” She slid one foot towards me and rested the tip of her weapon on the floor; poised and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to swallow, but found I didn't have any spit left to do it. At least my blade didn't waver as I adopted a conventional middle guard; hilt at my waist, point aimed at Fabiola's shoulder. “Okay,” I said unsteadily. “... go?”&lt;br /&gt;
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She *moved,* her body snapping forward into a full-tilt charge so fast I scarcely followed it, her sword clenched level by her side like a spear. There was no stance to analyze, no distance to measure – no way to anticipate how or where her attack would come -&lt;br /&gt;
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- so I lunged, driving straight at her breast with a desperate strength, muscle-memory serving me well as I tried to ward off the beast -&lt;br /&gt;
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- she swept her blade up and across her body, swatting my attack aside with ease before rolling the motion into a shoulder-check that sent me reeling. Before I could recover, her hand came back across and slammed her hilt into my jaw, sending me spinning to the floor. The room spun for a moment and stabilized with her sword-tip resting against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Whhrglf,” I whimpered quietly. Fabiola stepped back, giving me room to rise on my own. She didn't apologize for her forceful blow, and I didn't expect her too – right now, *she* was the Master, and we both knew it. I staggered upright and settled into stance again, this time opting for a higher guard – she was too close to charge this time, and two heads taller than me to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola danced closer, her dress swirling as her blade came whistling down at me. I caught it on my ricasso just in time, the sheer force of her blow almost making me buckle. I pressed forward to maintain opposition, hoping to control her steel, but she simply pressed forward, her greater strength making my shoes squeak on the hardwood as I slid back as the table had. I tried to twist, to move, to deflect, but to no avail – my back slammed into the wall with painful force, my blade pressed flat across my chest. She simply slid her own upwards till it pressed against my throat, held it there long enough to illustrate the point, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
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I peeled myself off the wall, my entire body shivering with adrenal hysteria. She'd agreed to teach me, she was teaching me, [spoiler]to fight?[/spoiler]&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to trust her, this was Fabiola, *Fabiola* for chrissakes -&lt;br /&gt;
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[spoiler]did she actually say 'to fight'[/spoiler]&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if she was gazing at me like an ant begging for a squashing, letting that sword dangle with casual disdain, this was still my maid, my friend, - [spoiler]oh she's teaching you all right, she's taking you to school[/spoiler]&lt;br /&gt;
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It was all over my face no matter how much I wished otherwise, and Fabiola didn't feign ignorance of it; tightening up her stance into something a little more serious. “Better?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I glared at her, but held my tongue as I returned to my guard. This was just a test, I reasoned. Just a test.&lt;br /&gt;
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She simply stepped into range this time and began attacking more conventionally; thrusts, cuts, feints and jabs. Properly rattled by now, I stayed on the back foot, deflecting her attacks with frantic energy, finally remembering to circle lest she drive me into a corner again. I kept waiting for the real attack to develop, the crazy, crushing charge, but it never came. My breathing grew ragged as she continued to harry me around the room, and with a start I realized she'd never been in danger – she had a longer reach, and she'd never came within mine, not once, during this latest bout.&lt;br /&gt;
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I lunged immediately, all my training, technique and practice balanced behind the thrust. The most remarkable attack in Western martial arts, Father had said; able to reach out with blinding speed and touch those that thought themselves safe. And yet Fabiola intercepted, her white glove flashing as she parried with a mere wrist-flick and a half side-step, almost to fast to follow. Her blade came sliding up mine a heartbeat later, forcing me to twist my arm around, raising hilt and dropping point to halt her steel – leaving my left side completely open. I stepped in, trying to twist my stance into a hanging guard – too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
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The palm-strike slammed into my chest so hard I heard my sternum creak as I was flung back, barely keeping my feet. Fabiola didn't bother to press her advantage as I gasped for breath against aching ribs. She simply loomed over me, just out of reach, expression blank and eyes cold.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“We can stop, if you want,” she said – a little too stiffly, trying to keep the pity out of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It *was* Fabiola, after all – and she was doing as the Head Maid had done before, before Roanapur, when she'd “arm-wrestle” me in the garden, and I'd “win.” As Caxton had done, handing me his gun - and Chiaki, with hers.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Humoring the child.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even with the training, and the technique, and the practice – I was just too damned weak. If Fabiola could simply overpower me, what the hell would I do against mercenaries? Or Magical Girls? Or *anything?* But Fabiola, ever elegant, would never say such out loud. She'd just let me reach the inevitable conclusion myself, and in the meantime – she'd humor me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd know the world belonged to the strong since forever – anyone born rich in South America learns that quick – but when the boot finally fell, I was too busy surviving to get angry about it. I wish I could say it caught up with me then; a wrath righteous and pure – but instead of injustice, it was her pity that drew blood; protecting my illusion of dignity by playing along.  &lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
God forgive me, for in that moment I truly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I locked stares with her cold emerald eyes as I felt out the edges of my emergency remote in my pocket, the raised rubber buttons easily distinguished through the thin fabric of my slacks. “Fabiola,” I breathed roughly, “you're great, but you don't know anything about what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I jabbed my panic button.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows, plunging the room into instant darkness. The metallic cacophony crashed and echoed around the high-ceilinged room for long moments, covering my quick position change. Within two seconds we were alone in a silent darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“.... my, my,” Fabiola said softly, and took an experimental step. I sidled sideways; my shoes were soft-soled, and in just a t-shirt and lightweight slacks, I could move nigh silently. Fabiola's hard-heeled Mary Janes and long, flowing maid attire made her motion unmistakably audible.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... not bad, young Master,” she said with a note of approval. She couldn't conceal her position and didn't care to, anyway – she couldn't *smell* attackers, like my Head Maid seemed to do, but any fast charge would make noise enough, and her reflexes were insane.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Not bad at all,” she continued, the polished floorboards creaking slightly under her weight. I stalked through the darkness silently, the careful, precise footwork Father had taught me serving well. My heart thundered with heat, pumping slick wet hate through my body; lubricating my slow, oiled advance and pressurizing my skull to bursting with plots. My mind spun through every angle; everything I knew of Fabiola, any way to stack the deck further even as I flowed across the floor like gasoline. I felt like a submarine stalking a destroyer; outgunned and outclassed, my only chance lie in ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in the darkness, I'd forgotten about learning how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Now, with every fiber of my being, I wanted to *win.*&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Twelve crisp, cautious strides in the darkness, I counted – and then I struck. Fabiola's childhood of capoeira combat had gifted her grace and a nigh-supernatural kinesthetic sense; I counted on it as I brought down my blade with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
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The tip of her sword connected with the lightswitch a heartbeat before mine met her wrist. The jolt raced up her arm and flared in her eyes as her sword tumbled from numb fingers. I was already following through, twisting my hips into a mighty blow, swinging diagonal from the floor to cover as much space as I could, a kind of mad, flaming panic screaming through my mind – I'd shot my wad and I had to make it count, no retries, no second chances -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- and then everything lit up in bright white stars, the room spun very, very fast, and then stopped very, very suddenly. The afterimages of Fabiola's heel coming in at me floated through my mind, and I marveled anew at her perfection – even when flipping back into a spinning-kick, you still couldn't glimpse her panties.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Not that I wanted to, of course – I'd just been kicked in the head, is all.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola's Mary Janes trod into view a few moments later. “Young Master!?” She plucked me off the floor and cradled me in her arms, tilting my face up to look at her. “I'm so sorry, Garcia, it was reflex – are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Dhid ah-oooh,” I groaned as the ache in my jaw asserted itself. I ground my teeth together for a moment and tried again. “Did I hit.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Hit you. Last swing.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The concern faded from Fabiola's face, her pretty green eyes studying me thoughtfully. She pushed me away, gripping my shoulders till I steadied on my feet – and kept on gripping as she locked gazes with me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Garcia,” she said softly. “Are you sure you want this?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Want?” I repeated, the word tumbling from my lips like a spent cigarette. I wanted a lot of things. I wanted my old home back. My old life back. I wanted Roberta back, before the Incident. I wanted Father back. His smell, his touch, his sound. I wanted lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
What I wanted didn't count for jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I twisted away from Fabiola as my vision blurred, but she just gripped harder and pulled me close, staunching my tears against her apron. I felt the encircling arms of the woman I'd just hated so passionately – the woman who'd protected my very life for years – and the guilt crushed the last of my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
You're supposed to feel better, after you cry – purged of all the wickedness. But when Fabiola asked me again, much later, I found it was still there, simmering within me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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We set about clearing the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or rather, Fabiola did, carting away chairs three at a time while I awkwardly dragged one towards a corner. She whisked the centerpiece decorations into the china cabinet with fussy care – then planted both hands on the long table and grunted slightly, shoving it clear across the polished wooden floor with sheer brawn. Then she walked around opening drapes as I labored with my single, stupidly-heavy high-backed chair, but the sullen gray light seeping through the overcast was hardly worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the damn thing finally stowed, I picked up the battered black case I'd brought down from the attic and dropped it on the table, now pushed up against the wall. I popped the latches, slipped my fingers under the edge of the lid – and paused.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was my first time opening it myself. Father had always done that – part of our weekly ritual. I rubbed my thumbs over the battered, dusty plastic for a few seconds, thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I flung open the lid. Within lay the old practice swords – almost as long and heavy as the actual weapon resting over the mantle the next room over. With the dull, dented metal in sight, the rest flowed with force of habit. I shucked my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... Master?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Mm?” I queried, already wiggling one arm out of the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Why are you undressing?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I froze halfway through shucking my shirt. “... well, we're going to spar, right? You need freedom of movement...”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“I understand the jacket,” she said, “but the shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“T-thats how I always did it with dad!” I objected. “I mean, do you really wanna fence in a dress!?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola looked down at the hem of her maid outfit, then turned those piercing emerald orbs back on me. “Does the young Master wish me to undress?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I sputtered and retreated a step. “N-no! No, no, nonono just I mean you want to mo- I mean you should – anybody should – freedom of movement is essential because you've got to move fast and tripping bad!”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola pursed her lips thoughtfully and tugged a pleat of her dress out as she studied it. “Mmm. So I should put on something more comfortable?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Wwwwha-”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Or just less restricting fabric-”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“HERE,” I declared, snatching up a practice sword and shoving it sidelong at her as I stared down, face burning. She plucked it from my grasp gently, and I took my own, sidling to the middle of the floor so I didn't have to look at her as my cheeks cooled.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“I've never fenced before,” Fabiola says politely, “so I'm afraid you'll have to explain the rules to me.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Uh,” I said, testing my voice before trusting it. “Just don't poke my eyes out, please. That's it. Dad never liked fencing, even classical style. This is just... sword-sparring, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Very well,” Fabiola replied. “I know enough of that.” She slid one foot towards me and rested the tip of her weapon on the floor; poised and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I tried to swallow, but found I didn't have any spit left to do it. At least my blade didn't waver as I adopted a conventional middle guard; hilt at my waist, point aimed at Fabiola's shoulder. “Okay,” I said unsteadily. “... go?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She *moved,* her body snapping forward into a full-tilt charge so fast I scarcely followed it, her sword clenched level by her side like a spear. There was no stance to analyze, no distance to measure – no way to anticipate how or where her attack would come -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- so I lunged, driving straight at her breast with a desperate strength, muscle-memory serving me well as I tried to ward off the beast -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- she swept her blade up and across her body, swatting my attack aside with ease before rolling the motion into a shoulder-check that sent me reeling. Before I could recover, her hand came back across and slammed her hilt into my jaw, sending me spinning to the floor. The room spun for a moment and stabilized with her sword-tip resting against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Whhrglf,” I whimpered quietly. Fabiola stepped back, giving me room to rise on my own. She didn't apologize for her forceful blow, and I didn't expect her too – right now, *she* was the Master, and we both knew it. I staggered upright and settled into stance again, this time opting for a higher guard – she was too close to charge this time, and two heads taller than me to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola danced closer, her dress swirling as her blade came whistling down at me. I caught it on my ricasso just in time, the sheer force of her blow almost making me buckle. I pressed forward to maintain opposition, hoping to control her steel, but she simply pressed forward, her greater strength making my shoes squeak on the hardwood as I slid back as the table had. I tried to twist, to move, to deflect, but to no avail – my back slammed into the wall with painful force, my blade pressed flat across my chest. She simply slid her own upwards till it pressed against my throat, held it there long enough to illustrate the point, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I peeled myself off the wall, my entire body shivering with adrenal hysteria. She'd agreed to teach me, she was teaching me, [spoiler]to fight?[/spoiler]&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I had to trust her, this was Fabiola, *Fabiola* for chrissakes -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
[spoiler]did she actually say 'to fight'[/spoiler]&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even if she was gazing at me like an ant begging for a squashing, letting that sword dangle with casual disdain, this was still my maid, my friend, - [spoiler]oh she's teaching you all right, she's taking you to school[/spoiler]&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It was all over my face no matter how much I wished otherwise, and Fabiola didn't feign ignorance of it; tightening up her stance into something a little more serious. “Better?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I glared at her, but held my tongue as I returned to my guard. This was just a test, I reasoned. Just a test.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She simply stepped into range this time and began attacking more conventionally; thrusts, cuts, feints and jabs. Properly rattled by now, I stayed on the back foot, deflecting her attacks with frantic energy, finally remembering to circle lest she drive me into a corner again. I kept waiting for the real attack to develop, the crazy, crushing charge, but it never came. My breathing grew ragged as she continued to harry me around the room, and with a start I realized she'd never been in danger – she had a longer reach, and she'd never came within mine, not once, during this latest bout.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I lunged immediately, all my training, technique and practice balanced behind the thrust. The most remarkable attack in Western martial arts, Father had said; able to reach out with blinding speed and touch those that thought themselves safe. And yet Fabiola intercepted, her white glove flashing as she parried with a mere wrist-flick and a half side-step, almost to fast to follow. Her blade came sliding up mine a heartbeat later, forcing me to twist my arm around, raising hilt and dropping point to halt her steel – leaving my left side completely open. I stepped in, trying to twist my stance into a hanging guard – too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The palm-strike slammed into my chest so hard I heard my sternum creak as I was flung back, barely keeping my feet. Fabiola didn't bother to press her advantage as I gasped for breath against aching ribs. She simply loomed over me, just out of reach, expression blank and eyes cold.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“We can stop, if you want,” she said – a little too stiffly, trying to keep the pity out of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It *was* Fabiola, after all – and she was doing as the Head Maid had done before, before Roanapur, when she'd “arm-wrestle” me in the garden, and I'd “win.” As Caxton had done, handing me his gun - and Chiaki, with hers.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Humoring the child.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even with the training, and the technique, and the practice – I was just too damned weak. If Fabiola could simply overpower me, what the hell would I do against mercenaries? Or Magical Girls? Or *anything?* But Fabiola, ever elegant, would never say such out loud. She'd just let me reach the inevitable conclusion myself, and in the meantime – she'd humor me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd know the world belonged to the strong since forever – anyone born rich in South America learns that quick – but when the boot finally fell, I was too busy surviving to get angry about it. I wish I could say it caught up with me then; a wrath righteous and pure – but instead of injustice, it was her pity that drew blood; protecting my illusion of dignity by playing along.  &lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
God forgive me, for in that moment I truly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I locked stares with her cold emerald eyes as I felt out the edges of my emergency remote in my pocket, the raised rubber buttons easily distinguished through the thin fabric of my slacks. “Fabiola,” I breathed roughly, “you're great, but you don't know anything about what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I jabbed my panic button.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows, plunging the room into instant darkness. The metallic cacophony crashed and echoed around the high-ceilinged room for long moments, covering my quick position change. Within two seconds we were alone in a silent darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“.... my, my,” Fabiola said softly, and took an experimental step. I sidled sideways; my shoes were soft-soled, and in just a t-shirt and lightweight slacks, I could move nigh silently. Fabiola's hard-heeled Mary Janes and long, flowing maid attire made her motion unmistakably audible.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... not bad, young Master,” she said with a note of approval. She couldn't conceal her position and didn't care to, anyway – she couldn't *smell* attackers, like my Head Maid seemed to do, but any fast charge would make noise enough, and her reflexes were insane.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Not bad at all,” she continued, the polished floorboards creaking slightly under her weight. I stalked through the darkness silently, the careful, precise footwork Father had taught me serving well. My heart thundered with heat, pumping slick wet hate through my body; lubricating my slow, oiled advance and pressurizing my skull to bursting with plots. My mind spun through every angle; everything I knew of Fabiola, any way to stack the deck further even as I flowed across the floor like gasoline. I felt like a submarine stalking a destroyer; outgunned and outclassed, my only chance lie in ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in the darkness, I'd forgotten about learning how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, with every fiber of my being, I wanted to *win.*&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Twelve crisp, cautious strides in the darkness, I counted – and then I struck. Fabiola's childhood of capoeira combat had gifted her grace and a nigh-supernatural kinesthetic sense; I counted on it as I brought down my blade with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
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The tip of her sword connected with the lightswitch a heartbeat before mine met her wrist. The jolt raced up her arm and flared in her eyes as her sword tumbled from numb fingers. I was already following through, twisting my hips into a mighty blow, swinging diagonal from the floor to cover as much space as I could, a kind of mad, flaming panic screaming through my mind – I'd shot my wad and I had to make it count, no retries, no second chances -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- and then everything lit up in bright white stars, the room spun very, very fast, and then stopped very, very suddenly. The afterimages of Fabiola's heel coming in at me floated through my mind, and I marveled anew at her perfection – even when flipping back into a spinning-kick, you still couldn't glimpse her panties.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Not that I wanted to, of course – I'd just been kicked in the head, is all.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola's Mary Janes trod into view a few moments later. “Young Master!?” She plucked me off the floor and cradled me in her arms, tilting my face up to look at her. “I'm so sorry, Garcia, it was reflex – are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Dhid ah-oooh,” I groaned as the ache in my jaw asserted itself. I ground my teeth together for a moment and tried again. “Did I hit.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Hit you. Last swing.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The concern faded from Fabiola's face, her pretty green eyes studying me thoughtfully. She pushed me away, gripping my shoulders till I steadied on my feet – and kept on gripping as she locked gazes with me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Garcia,” she said softly. “Are you sure you want this?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Want?” I repeated, the word tumbling from my lips like a spent cigarette. I wanted a lot of things. I wanted my old home back. My old life back. I wanted Roberta back, before the Incident. I wanted Father back. His smell, his touch, his sound. I wanted lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
What I wanted didn't count for jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I twisted away from Fabiola as my vision blurred, but she just gripped harder and pulled me close, staunching my tears against her apron. I felt the encircling arms of the woman I'd just hated so passionately – the woman who'd protected my very life for years – and the guilt crushed the last of my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
You're supposed to feel better, after you cry – purged of all the wickedness. But when Fabiola asked me again, much later, I found it was still there, simmering within me.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: Created page with &amp;quot; = Anchoro =   The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of impr...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia.  But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's where I'd start – at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;
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It arrived in a plain shipping box one Friday morning, along with the shop manual and some supplemental reading. I carried it to my room and stuffed it under my bed, and for two weeks I studied patiently, digesting each page before accepting the next. When I finally tore away the brown paper and revealed the pistol, gleaming in its grease coating, I felt nothing special – it was a finely-crafted tool, but nothing more; the internal workings surprisingly, even elegantly simple. The real challenge would be learning to use it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola and the Head Maid frequently left the property to attend to this or that. While they were out, I was in the single-lane range that spanned the length of the basement. Soon the malfunctions multifarious sent me back to my studies; trying to determine why ammunition and parts in perfect repair would fail to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took the pistol completely apart for the first time, every nut and screw, carefully measuring each piece and comparing it with the dimensions listed in the shop manual. I bent over my workbench, scowling at the neatly laid-out components.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every part was in perfect order. It was something in the process; the actual movement of machinery that was bedeviling me. I returned to my research, trying to flush out the ghost in the gun.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I learned astounded me. The parts might be simple, but the actual cycle of loading and firing - the moving, eating, breathing mechanization of the action – was a delicate balance of carefully-opposing forces. And they were easy to upset. The ammunition's shape and power, the strength of the springs, even the design of that laughably tiny bit of metal, the magazine follower – it all had a purpose in that process. Change one thing and you risked the entire ensemble; the invisible interplay of force that flashed in your hand for a fraction of a second with each trigger pull. Even holding the weapon too loosely could interrupt those careful symmetries.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was the real genius of the engineer – controlling and balancing those ethereal forces through such elegantly simple parts. It was in everything I couldn't see in the design diagrams; an invisible world extrapolated from the lines and clean numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was utterly fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the next few weeks all manner of brown paper packages arrived at the door, the doorbell ringing even as the 'discreet delivery service' my family favored for such matters cruised away in their unremarkable mud-colored sedans. Recoil springs, new magazines, guide-rod systems, different ammunition – I hastened to try them all, recording the results, racing from the workbench to the range and back; baffled by unexpected results, overjoyed by confirmed experiments.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd read everything about the old pistol on the internet, then read everything over again to filter the bullshit through my experience. I learned how many modern “features” were just idiotproofing, or plain pointless.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized, then, why the ancient design was still manufactured, carried and used. Why it still worked. The users understood it, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, there are no silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is something I had to do alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus I wasn't entirely surprised when Fabiola cornered me one morning in the living room. I'd been reading the morning paper with intense disinterest and had just been flipping to the daily comics (for what little good they were) when she entered. She wore a small, knowing smile and bore a little brown box in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Good morning, young master,” she said, the smile warming her voice as she bowed slightly. “May I beg a moment?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“O-of course, Fabiola,” I replied, keeping the newspaper up long enough to cover my swallow. The box was far too small to contain my pistol, but for a moment it'd looked terribly similar. I tossed the newsprint onto the coffee table casually and tried to look innocent. “What's up?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She approached with her usual stately grace, the little box in her hands seeming to glide closer with nary a jostle. “I understand you've developed an interest in firearms.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt the blood drain from my face – I knew how Fabiola and the Head Maid felt about me being exposed to 'their world,' as they'd called it on the rare occasions it'd been discussed – but I didn't break eye contact. I trust Fabiola with my life; she wouldn't broach the topic now without cause. I nodded weakly. “A little.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She gave me that wondrous little smile, the one that reflected mischievously in her piercing green eyes – she was amused. “I'm not upset, Master Lovelace – the art and science of firearms is a worthy pastime enjoyed by many sportsmen.” She took another graceful step forward and laid the little box on the coffee table before me, making her motion into a sort of smooth, elegant bow. In the bright rays of the morning sun the little wooden brown-and-black container looked serious and somber. I glanced at Fabiola for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Something suited for a beginner,” she said with a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leaned over, apprehensive – but excited. Fabiola had found out (how much, I dare not guess) but she wasn't displeased – she was even offering me training, in her indirect way. Considering how fast the Head Maid had binned the tranquilizer pistol, this was a sign of trust not to be discounted lightly. I reached out apprehensively – what would it be? A .22 training pistol, for learning technique? A Makarov, for simplicity? What did my maids think me ready for? How had the judged me and my private studies? Carefully, I lifted the lid.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stared at the little oiled pistol within for a long, steady moment, my mind numbly processing the revelation. Then I let the lid fall closed with a crisp little clack!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola was patiently watching me with an inscrutable expression.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's when I started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a wicked little snigger at first as it dawned on me, then another, and like that the floodgates burst and the laughter rolled out of me as I slowly slid off the sofa, helpless. Every time I thought they were subsiding, some new facet of the weapon chimed in my memory and sent me into new paroxysms of helpless mirth. I clutched a hand to my face in a useless attempt to stem the tears as my lungs burned, the merciless damned laughter continuing its rampage. I'd finally regained control, reigned it into a quick, pained wheezing when I glanced up and saw Fabiola – cool, placid, professional Fabiola – staring at me in stunned, open-mouthed shock, and I was off again, sliding completely off the sofa, legs kicking weakly underneath the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later – a long time later, it feels like – Fabiola was leaning over me, a hand against my forehead, checking for fever. “Young master? Young master!? Are you feeling well?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I wiped my tear-stained face with my sleeve clumsily, a few straggling giggles escaping as I did. “Oh, Fabiola... very... very nice...”&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked at me with the frank alarm of someone tending a mental case. “Master Lovelace...?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded at the table. “That. That gun. Oh.” I shook my head as I shakily pushed myself back on the sofa. I felt weak, but light, like something had come and gutted me out. I plucked the gun from the box and laid it in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;
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'I know what this is,” I said, looking down at the little H&amp;amp;K P7.&lt;br /&gt;
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“... yes?” Fabiola replied cautiously, as close to nonplussed as I'd ever seen her.&lt;br /&gt;
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“This is a gun meant for a desk drawer,” I stated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola blinked. “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“This,” I said, tapping the lever on the front of the grip. “A clumsy cocking system designed for morons terrified of carrying with a loaded chamber, just in case multiple redundant safeties magically fail. And this,” I tapped the underside of the barrel,  “a unique gas delayed blowback system that not only doubles the cleaning required but makes easy replacement of worn barrels impossible, making it uniquely awful as police service pistols. And best of all, it burns your finger after putting two magazines through it.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I paused for breath here, still winded from my attack, and let it out with a miserable sigh. “Perfect for a moron who shot himself three times in the leg, in other words.” I dropped the little gun back in its box and flipped the lid closed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola slowly settled onto the sofa beside me. I felt her hand take mine, delicate and warm. “Garcia,” she said softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started with surprise. I couldn't remember the last time she'd called me by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;
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“That's simply a matter of training and practice, Master. Anyone can do that. But not everyone has the clarity of mind to analyze a situation and make an accurate call in the midst of chaos, like you did. I meant what I said that night – you exceeded my expectations.” She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I returned it – but I didn't meet her eyes. “And you have obviously been... diligent in your studies,” she said with a trace of admiration. “I was expecting a comment about bullets backwards in the magazine, to be honest.” The smile was evident in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Internet, I realized. She'd cottoned to my browsing – and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just weeks ago her praise would made me duck my head to hide blushing cheeks – but now it rang hollow in my breast. I slipped my hand out of Fabiola's thin glove and walked to the fireplace. Above the mantlepiece hung the most prized heirlooms of my family; the weapons that our ancestors carried from the battlefields of Espania, across the unforgiving Atlantic to the shores of the dangerous New World. The weapons they'd used to carve out our future and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;
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I reached up, standing on tiptoe, and with my fingertips lifted my favorite out of its rack; the gleaming blade I'd admired since I was old enough to walk. The spada da fante, infantryman's sword; a graceful, slender blade protected by a beautifully wrought basket hilt. The maker's mark upon the ricasso proved it a legendary Toledo blade, capable of bending in a half-circle and ringing off a steel hemlet without harm. It was sealed in a thin film of plastic, allowing for display without degradation, but the nicks and scratches of past battles were still visible on the long, bright blade. It was a magnificent museum piece, worth a king's ransom alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd never touched it before now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped into the middle of the room and gripped the hilt, flourishing the sword. It was everything I'd imagined and better - aggressively forward balanced; seeming to throw itself into every swing and thrust. I took it through the guards, the lunge, the parry, the riposte; my footwork flawless, my form splendid. I finished with a salute, thumping the hilt to my sternum and bowing slightly to Fabiola, who was standing again, watching me impassively.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Your father taught you well,” she says quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned the blade around in my hand, admiring it wistfully. “He told me that in old Spain, knowing how to handle a blade was like learning to drive, today,” I said quietly, remembering the excitement of our sparring matches in the Venezuelan sun, my enthrallment as Father shared a story afterward, never the same one twice. “It was an essential skill. Part of growing up. Part of what defined a man.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola clasped her hands before her demurely, her gaze falling to the floor. “Master... is this about Iori?”&lt;br /&gt;
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The name hit my stomach like sour milk, and the memory it conjured wasn't much better. Iori. I'd listened to her songs nonstop, plastered my computer desktop with her photos, even watched those inane 'interviews' to see what she was like offstage, naturally, as her own person.... and meeting her in person still blew me away. The life in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the potency of her presence – I'd been stunned speechless. That wore off by next morning, when our conversation flowed naturally, but Iori hadn't: her genuine giggles of delight flooding me (and my cheeks) with warm pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then Matsuda showed up, and it was over. The truth set in like an incubating disease; her texts tapered off, her words grew cooler... and then she bawled out her forbidden love across some ridiculous theme cafe where everything's named after death (how apropos.) I remembered how cold that'd felt, sinking heavy into my gut as I turned off the computer monitor and stared at the blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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The nightmares were mundane trauma before then; but after Iori judged me, so did the dreams. The empty, tortured eyes of the enslaved women stared at me as they began their slaughter; the screams and soul-piercing shrieks of the victims beseeched me as the cold blades pierced them. And above them all, the booming, mad voice of Kilgore. The architect. The murderer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man I'd implored my maids to spare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola had noticed, of course, when I'd withdrawn from life, staying up late and waking early, cloistered in my room and keeping my own counsel.&lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed when my melancholy turned monastic.  &lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn't noticed the Colt.&lt;br /&gt;
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I shook my head once. “No,” I said quietly. “This isn't about- about Iori choosing Chiaki.” I took a deep breath and locked my gaze with Fabiola's, forbidden words on my tongue. “This is about Father. About the Incident. About why we moved to Japan in the first place.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The sword lanced forward in the textbook thrust I'd practiced since age six, the tip hovering ten inches from Fabiola's nose. “I have the training. I have the practice.” My voice dropped to a cold, flat whisper. “How long would I last in a swordfight with you, Fabiola?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Her brilliant emerald eyes bored into mine down that stretch of cold steel, the truth hovering in air between us.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It's just... mechanics,” I continued. “And you need them, but that's not where the difference is made. I know that much.” I took a deep breath to steady myself before those flat emerald eyes. “Don't teach me how to shoot, Fabiola. Teach me how to fight.”&lt;br /&gt;
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= The First Lesson = &lt;br /&gt;
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We set about clearing the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or rather, Fabiola did, carting away chairs three at a time while I awkwardly dragged one towards a corner. She whisked the centerpiece decorations into the china cabinet with fussy care – then planted both hands on the long table and grunted slightly, shoving it clear across the polished wooden floor with sheer brawn. Then she walked around opening drapes as I labored with my single, stupidly-heavy high-backed chair, but the sullen gray light seeping through the overcast was hardly worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
With the damn thing finally stowed, I picked up the battered black case I'd brought down from the attic and dropped it on the table, now pushed up against the wall. I popped the latches, slipped my fingers under the edge of the lid – and paused.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was my first time opening it myself. Father had always done that – part of our weekly ritual. I rubbed my thumbs over the battered, dusty plastic for a few seconds, thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I flung open the lid. Within lay the old practice swords – almost as long and heavy as the actual weapon resting over the mantle the next room over. With the dull, dented metal in sight, the rest flowed with force of habit. I shucked my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... Master?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Mm?” I queried, already wiggling one arm out of the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Why are you undressing?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I froze halfway through shucking my shirt. “... well, we're going to spar, right? You need freedom of movement...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“I understand the jacket,” she said, “but the shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“T-thats how I always did it with dad!” I objected. “I mean, do you really wanna fence in a dress!?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola looked down at the hem of her maid outfit, then turned those piercing emerald orbs back on me. “Does the young Master wish me to undress?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I sputtered and retreated a step. “N-no! No, no, nonono just I mean you want to mo- I mean you should – anybody should – freedom of movement is essential because you've got to move fast and tripping bad!”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola pursed her lips thoughtfully and tugged a pleat of her dress out as she studied it. “Mmm. So I should put on something more comfortable?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Wwwwha-”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Or just less restricting fabric-”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“HERE,” I declared, snatching up a practice sword and shoving it sidelong at her as I stared down, face burning. She plucked it from my grasp gently, and I took my own, sidling to the middle of the floor so I didn't have to look at her as my cheeks cooled.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“I've never fenced before,” Fabiola says politely, “so I'm afraid you'll have to explain the rules to me.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Uh,” I said, testing my voice before trusting it. “Just don't poke my eyes out, please. That's it. Dad never liked fencing, even classical style. This is just... sword-sparring, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Very well,” Fabiola replied. “I know enough of that.” She slid one foot towards me and rested the tip of her weapon on the floor; poised and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I tried to swallow, but found I didn't have any spit left to do it. At least my blade didn't waver as I adopted a conventional middle guard; hilt at my waist, point aimed at Fabiola's shoulder. “Okay,” I said unsteadily. “... go?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She *moved,* her body snapping forward into a full-tilt charge so fast I scarcely followed it, her sword clenched level by her side like a spear. There was no stance to analyze, no distance to measure – no way to anticipate how or where her attack would come -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- so I lunged, driving straight at her breast with a desperate strength, muscle-memory serving me well as I tried to ward off the beast -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- she swept her blade up and across her body, swatting my attack aside with ease before rolling the motion into a shoulder-check that sent me reeling. Before I could recover, her hand came back across and slammed her hilt into my jaw, sending me spinning to the floor. The room spun for a moment and stabilized with her sword-tip resting against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Whhrglf,” I whimpered quietly. Fabiola stepped back, giving me room to rise on my own. She didn't apologize for her forceful blow, and I didn't expect her too – right now, *she* was the Master, and we both knew it. I staggered upright and settled into stance again, this time opting for a higher guard – she was too close to charge this time, and two heads taller than me to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Fabiola danced closer, her dress swirling as her blade came whistling down at me. I caught it on my ricasso just in time, the sheer force of her blow almost making me buckle. I pressed forward to maintain opposition, hoping to control her steel, but she simply pressed forward, her greater strength making my shoes squeak on the hardwood as I slid back as the table had. I tried to twist, to move, to deflect, but to no avail – my back slammed into the wall with painful force, my blade pressed flat across my chest. She simply slid her own upwards till it pressed against my throat, held it there long enough to illustrate the point, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I peeled myself off the wall, my entire body shivering with adrenal hysteria. She'd agreed to teach me, she was teaching me, [spoiler]to fight?[/spoiler]&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I had to trust her, this was Fabiola, *Fabiola* for chrissakes -&lt;br /&gt;
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[spoiler]did she actually say 'to fight'[/spoiler]&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even if she was gazing at me like an ant begging for a squashing, letting that sword dangle with casual disdain, this was still my maid, my friend, - [spoiler]oh she's teaching you all right, she's taking you to school[/spoiler]&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It was all over my face no matter how much I wished otherwise, and Fabiola didn't feign ignorance of it; tightening up her stance into something a little more serious. “Better?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I glared at her, but held my tongue as I returned to my guard. This was just a test, I reasoned. Just a test.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
She simply stepped into range this time and began attacking more conventionally; thrusts, cuts, feints and jabs. Properly rattled by now, I stayed on the back foot, deflecting her attacks with frantic energy, finally remembering to circle lest she drive me into a corner again. I kept waiting for the real attack to develop, the crazy, crushing charge, but it never came. My breathing grew ragged as she continued to harry me around the room, and with a start I realized she'd never been in danger – she had a longer reach, and she'd never came within mine, not once, during this latest bout.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I lunged immediately, all my training, technique and practice balanced behind the thrust. The most remarkable attack in Western martial arts, Father had said; able to reach out with blinding speed and touch those that thought themselves safe. And yet Fabiola intercepted, her white glove flashing as she parried with a mere wrist-flick and a half side-step, almost to fast to follow. Her blade came sliding up mine a heartbeat later, forcing me to twist my arm around, raising hilt and dropping point to halt her steel – leaving my left side completely open. I stepped in, trying to twist my stance into a hanging guard – too slow.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The palm-strike slammed into my chest so hard I heard my sternum creak as I was flung back, barely keeping my feet. Fabiola didn't bother to press her advantage as I gasped for breath against aching ribs. She simply loomed over me, just out of reach, expression blank and eyes cold.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“We can stop, if you want,” she said – a little too stiffly, trying to keep the pity out of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
It *was* Fabiola, after all – and she was doing as the Head Maid had done before, before Roanapur, when she'd “arm-wrestle” me in the garden, and I'd “win.” As Caxton had done, handing me his gun - and Chiaki, with hers.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Humoring the child.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Even with the training, and the technique, and the practice – I was just too damned weak. If Fabiola could simply overpower me, what the hell would I do against mercenaries? Or Magical Girls? Or *anything?* But Fabiola, ever elegant, would never say such out loud. She'd just let me reach the inevitable conclusion myself, and in the meantime – she'd humor me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I'd know the world belonged to the strong since forever – anyone born rich in South America learns that quick – but when the boot finally fell, I was too busy surviving to get angry about it. I wish I could say it caught up with me then; a wrath righteous and pure – but instead of injustice, it was her pity that drew blood; protecting my illusion of dignity by playing along.  &lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
God forgive me, for in that moment I truly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I locked stares with her cold emerald eyes as I felt out the edges of my emergency remote in my pocket, the raised rubber buttons easily distinguished through the thin fabric of my slacks. “Fabiola,” I breathed roughly, “you're great, but you don't know anything about what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I jabbed my panic button.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows, plunging the room into instant darkness. The metallic cacophony crashed and echoed around the high-ceilinged room for long moments, covering my quick position change. Within two seconds we were alone in a silent darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“.... my, my,” Fabiola said softly, and took an experimental step. I sidled sideways; my shoes were soft-soled, and in just a t-shirt and lightweight slacks, I could move nigh silently. Fabiola's hard-heeled Mary Janes and long, flowing maid attire made her motion unmistakably audible.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“... not bad, young Master,” she said with a note of approval. She couldn't conceal her position and didn't care to, anyway – she couldn't *smell* attackers, like my Head Maid seemed to do, but any fast charge would make noise enough, and her reflexes were insane.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Not bad at all,” she continued, the polished floorboards creaking slightly under her weight. I stalked through the darkness silently, the careful, precise footwork Father had taught me serving well. My heart thundered with heat, pumping slick wet hate through my body; lubricating my slow, oiled advance and pressurizing my skull to bursting with plots. My mind spun through every angle; everything I knew of Fabiola, any way to stack the deck further even as I flowed across the floor like gasoline. I felt like a submarine stalking a destroyer; outgunned and outclassed, my only chance lie in ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in the darkness, I'd forgotten about learning how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, with every fiber of my being, I wanted to *win.*&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Twelve crisp, cautious strides in the darkness, I counted – and then I struck. Fabiola's childhood of capoeira combat had gifted her grace and a nigh-supernatural kinesthetic sense; I counted on it as I brought down my blade with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
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The tip of her sword connected with the lightswitch a heartbeat before mine met her wrist. The jolt raced up her arm and flared in her eyes as her sword tumbled from numb fingers. I was already following through, twisting my hips into a mighty blow, swinging diagonal from the floor to cover as much space as I could, a kind of mad, flaming panic screaming through my mind – I'd shot my wad and I had to make it count, no retries, no second chances -&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
- and then everything lit up in bright white stars, the room spun very, very fast, and then stopped very, very suddenly. The afterimages of Fabiola's heel coming in at me floated through my mind, and I marveled anew at her perfection – even when flipping back into a spinning-kick, you still couldn't glimpse her panties.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
Not that I wanted to, of course – I'd just been kicked in the head, is all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fabiola's Mary Janes trod into view a few moments later. “Young Master!?” She plucked me off the floor and cradled me in her arms, tilting my face up to look at her. “I'm so sorry, Garcia, it was reflex – are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Dhid ah-oooh,” I groaned as the ache in my jaw asserted itself. I ground my teeth together for a moment and tried again. “Did I hit.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Hit you. Last swing.”&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
The concern faded from Fabiola's face, her pretty green eyes studying me thoughtfully. She pushed me away, gripping my shoulders till I steadied on my feet – and kept on gripping as she locked gazes with me.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
“Garcia,” she said softly. “Are you sure you want this?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Want?” I repeated, the word tumbling from my lips like a spent cigarette. I wanted a lot of things. I wanted my old home back. My old life back. I wanted Roberta back, before the Incident. I wanted Father back. His smell, his touch, his sound. I wanted lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
What I wanted didn't count for jack shit.&lt;br /&gt;
     &lt;br /&gt;
I twisted away from Fabiola as my vision blurred, but she just gripped harder and pulled me close, staunching my tears against her apron. I felt the encircling arms of the woman I'd just hated so passionately – the woman who'd protected my very life for years – and the guilt crushed the last of my resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
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You're supposed to feel better, after you cry – purged of all the wickedness. But when Fabiola asked me again, much later, I found it was still there, simmering within me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: /* Anchoro */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Write-ups are canon stories not written by Deculture and posted at the ends of threads. Some are strongly connected to the main plot, but many develop other people and places within the setting and only occasionally cross over into the quest itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first official write-up came after thread 86 and detailed Wendy Cooldown, Chiaki's forgotten acquaintance from the 8th Officio in California.  The second, Prose Magica by Archivalfag, debuted shortly afterward in thread 88, with the story of Odette and the 17th Officio in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;
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These set the precedent for many writings within the setting. However, many still consider Wendy and Archivalfag's writings to be the most relevant to the quest's plot. Also notably relevant to readers of the quest is Rin's &amp;quot;Saga of the Sixteenth&amp;quot;, characters from which feature prominently in the Big Shell arc, starting in thread 174.&lt;br /&gt;
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Categories on this list are ordered by the date of the author's debut. For example, all Wendy/NECO's writings are in categories at the top, followed by Archivalfag's. Write-ups within each category are ordered by the date they were posted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also relevant are the canon prequel, [[Magical Girl Noir Quest Gaiden - Forgotten Story]], and the [[Non-canon Write-ups]].&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Wendy Cooldown ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Wendy Cooldown and The Eighth ====&lt;br /&gt;
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A write-up series that focuses on the American Officio. The main character is Wendy Cooldown. &lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/1UVqk3Cu/ Ponytail]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;11 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and Nico go out and have &amp;quot;Fun&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Nicole]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/jbbV8KC0/ Ron]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;24 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Alpha Team does Game night.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mary]], [[Annie]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5QB1VfLx/ Gardern of Sinners]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and the Springfields garden with Miss Marigold.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mary]], [[Annie]], [[Amber]], [[Marigold]], [[Lily]], [[Dorothy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hw9YMb7p/ Squishy Pile:Excerpt from Sabrina Blackburns Diary]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sabrina gets a Culexus suit and tries out her powers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Amber]], [[Malal]], [[Eightball]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cAz9gBed/ Little Frilly Doll]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy gets to meet Kharn with Annie May.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Annie]], [[Kharn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WNgCF8Ly/ Home]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy meets &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; for the first time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Annie]], [[Mary]], [[Kharn]], [[Malal]], [[Chiaki| Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nLa0EjEz/ Hurricanrana]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy takes &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; out for burgers and a Baseball Game.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/f34VBksk/ Sugar Donut]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy takes Annie's sword to get it &amp;quot;fixed&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mary]], [[Amber]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/sLP51X6m/ Buttermilk]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; go for a night on the town, Murderface style. Things happen. Pancakes are made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]], [[Charles]], [[Mami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/e4sm5egh/ Movies-Excerpt from Sabrina Blackburn's Diary]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sabrina and Malal have some time off.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Malal]], [[Lily]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nav6TYcu/ Blue Roses]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; go on a time-stop date.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]], [[Mami]], [[Lily]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nprSFDBX/ Witch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and some of the Rabbits take out a Witch.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Viola]], [[Annie]], [[Eve Rivers|Eve]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/fHXVXFHV/ Luck and a Smile]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 April 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy meets the new Chiaki for the first time in a dream.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/exjfuNND/ Walkie Talkie: Excerpt from Sub Zero Security Records]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sabrina has a heart to heart with Mary Sue. Pre-suiting. Then she gets a visitor.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Mary]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/UcS35k7E/ Honest Feelings- Clip from Dorothy Wright's Video Diary]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Dorothy and Amber dress up Viola so she can go see everyone's favorite Blonde Goddess.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Dorothy]], [[Viola]], [[Amber]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/L8VFbSpc Green]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A green-haired magical girl falls back into bad habits and hits the bar.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;????&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/dimH1jcf Butterfly]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy visits a friend and has a bizarre encounter with a magical mask.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Nicole]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xeHrWRP6 Blood and Cigarettes]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy goes to a concert and gets to see Chiaki fuck shit up.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki]], [[Dorothy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/q88md2KW Church Business]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy has to make a sacrifice.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Himiko]], [[Aki]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TGCkk4Z2 Stray Cat Taming]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy sees what Mami is capable of.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mami]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rtNPNgua Raining Again]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy finds out about a broken promise.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Kp0U6uZd Yuki-onna]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy gets what she really wanted for Christmas.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]], [[Dorothy]], [[Mary]], [[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Amber]], [[Nicole]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/red9whZ3 Sayaka's Date: Sharp Blue Style]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sayaka and Amber talk about important things in a less serious setting.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sayaka]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/canq166i dreamygrrl]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy gets cold feet composing an email to her favorite doujin author.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Annie]], [[Pinky]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TXPPUrTc bad barbecue]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy surveys the aftermath of the attack on the church, and, with Mami's help, is made ready to meet Chiaki face to face.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Amber]], [[Mami]], [[Aki]], [[Jade]], [[Yulia]], [[Shiraki]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/M2ugac52 not a date]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy finally meets her favorite doujin author face to face. Sort of.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Uboa]], [[Midori]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== The Second and the Black Templars ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KHePSEc1 The Tale of Arturia Pendragon: A King Must Stand Alone Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Arturia and Company, shortly after she walked in on her Warmaster and Kharn... &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Arturia]], [[Malal]], [[Raleigh]], [[Gertrud]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/BLPeHrRW The Account of the Damned: Four Hours]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The Templars prepare en-route to Walpurgisnacht. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Raleigh]], [[Enyo]], [[Vivian]], [[Mordred]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/zv4biMwr The Account of the Damned, ch. 2: Saws]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Raleigh deals with the reality of losing all her limbs. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Raleigh]], [[Enyo]], [[Cosette]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KPZjdWP1 The Account of the Damned, ch. 3: Shards of Red]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Raleigh pesters Arty, then looks to bolster the Templars' diminished ranks. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Raleigh]], [[Enyo]], [[Arturia]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/iHMHvXw4 Case Log - 20XX (about three years ago) - Rabbit-Face]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Izumi]], [[Sayaka]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/2FYmnNAs Case Log - 20XX (about two years ago) - Kharn]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Izumi]], [[Malal]], [[Kharn]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== 20th Logs ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9QW5eFtT (20th Agent Log) Escape from Sex Gulag]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A callidus gets a game over and goes out for ice cream.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Satou]], [[Rin]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/3WyEJe5u (20th Spymaster Log) Old Friends]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two old friends discuss their jobs and possibilities.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[&amp;quot;Severine&amp;quot;]], [[&amp;quot;Monique&amp;quot;]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KFy7Qd0E (20th Spymaster Log) Yatagarasu]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two old friends discuss current events and possibilities.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Satou]], [[Vintage]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Iori Minase ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/atUskTfu Iori and the Noose]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Iori]], [[Ruri]], [[Hatachikawa-P]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ctdCsu8d Iori and the Sandwich]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Iori is told to dance to Ruri's tune like everyone else. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Maki Albrecht Wakahisa]], [[Ruri Kirishima]], [[Iori Minase]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Archivalfag ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Prose Magica, Ballad of the Seventeenth ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0CD6b9T6/ Prose Magica Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Odette, Gertrude and Lotte while a Magical Girl gets kidnapped.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Gertrude]], [[Heidi]], [[Freida]], [[Lotte]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wKDADPM3/ Prose Magica Part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette heads back to base, meets Tyler and talks to Heidi.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Holly]], [[Tyler]], [[Heidi]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/W7mQmU0B/ Prose Magica Part 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Therese wakes up and gets briefed. Odette has an episode and writes poetry.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Therese]], [[Tyler]], [[Holly]], [[Molly]], [[Odette]], [[Lotte]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/e7yBtYat/ Prose Magica Part 4]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette searches for clues to Freida's disappearance and gets an odd message, Theresa makes a speech to Freida's squad.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Gertrude]], [[Holly]], [[Therese]], [[Fredrica]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cY64ryR9/ Prose Magica Part 5]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 &amp;amp; 24 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Therese chat outside her apartment. Fredrica does some asking and fights with Tyler. Fubey talks with Holly and Odette finds something strange.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Therese]], [[Fredrica]], [[Fubey]], [[Holly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RrMnXMHQ/ Prose Magica Part 6]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Megan and Mona get sent to interrogate a man by Fubey, what they find out is disturbing. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Fubey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/fjivLrQw/ Prose Magica Part 7]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette wakes up with Lotte again, gets a call from Therese and has a chat. Lotte tells Therese something interesting. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Therese]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Fubey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xYmPNWBr/ Prose Magica Part 8]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Lotte examine a room, then hang with Megan and Mona. Odette cries. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/p580h7Jk/ Prose Magica Part 9]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The girls bust down a club and discover their quarry has escaped. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Therese]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/CPkPEJp7/ Prose Magica Part 10]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Mona reach Mona's house in time to find Fennel. Things don't go well. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Mona]], [[Fennel]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/HWLYiEGu/ Prose Magica: Nightcall]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Khan, expert driver and Culexus of the 17th as she drives Fredrica and Gertrude, then gets an order no one wants.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Khan]], [[Gertrude]], [[Fredrica]], [[Molly]], [[Mona]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/AMBMTdcC/ Prose Magica: A Spoonful of Sugar part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Dr. Emma Strauss and her &amp;quot;Helper&amp;quot; as well as a...customer.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Milica]], [[Ofelia]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nZvu6Lvw/ Prose Magica part 11]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Therese rages, Molly talks to Fubey, Mona wakes up and talks to Meg, Lotte is up to something .&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Therese]], [[Tyler]], [[Molly]], [[Fubey]], [[Mona]], [[Meg]], [[Lotte]], [[Surrey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wyWqi3eq/ Prose Magica part 12]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;2 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Lotte reminisces as Odette continues to be missing. Then she plots more.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Lotte]], [[Harriet]], [[The Bartender]], [[Surrey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/43RT59yu/ Prose Magica Part 13]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette beats up a surprisingly helpful girl.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Brie]], [[Fennel]], [[Holly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/S0FKFefd/ Prose Magica: A Spoonful of Sugar part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A group of bounty hunters come to regret their choice of target.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Milica]], [[Jiang]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/53nAcWWL/ Prose Magica Part 14]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette wakes in a friendly setting. Her warmaster has some troubling thoughts.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[The Bartender]], [[The Russian]], [[Fubey]], [[Holly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/4RLDfcML/ Prose Magica: The Exile of Doctor Strauss part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Emma Strauss tactfully handles her retirement.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Thorne]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0XvsfS0F/ Prose Magica Part 15]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A nightmare leaves Odette seeking comfort with her new roommate. Frederica gets promoted.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Frederica]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/r0ufpVcW/ Prose Magica Part 16]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette sees a name she'd prefer to forget and pays visit to a prisoner.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Holly]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Fennel]], [[Xiaomei]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/95CcvRt0/ Prose Magica Part 17]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Fubey meet with old friends, while sinister forces continue to brew in the background.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Fubey]], [[Kelzang]], [[Heidi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/zPWb1Ksj Prose Magica Part 18]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Therese tends to the duties of being a Warmaster and Odette makes a proposition. As it turns out, some sins aren't so easily forgotten.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Therese]], [[Fubey]], [[Chloe]], [[Fredrica]], [[Lotte]], [[Harriet]], [[Holly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/6XZ1fxKu/ Prose Magica: The Exile of Doctor Strauss part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;13 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Emma Strauss meets with an accomplice.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Prime]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/c4eWGS1j Prose Magica Part 19]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The hooks must be destroyed.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Holly]], [[Therese]], [[Tyler]], [[Fubey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cRVyKYUF Prose Magica Part 20]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Fubey and Odette come to an agreement. A villain is introduced.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Fubey]], [[Prime]], [[Tilly]], [[Ingrid]], [[Shion]], [[Surrey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GM4bWv4V Prose Magica: A Serious House on Serious Earth]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Prime meets an acquaintance from the Church and discusses plans for the Seventeenth.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Prime]], [[Eliphas]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/2cGhaJVN Prose Magica 21]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Mona nervously waits for a call. The Bartender humors a magician.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mona]], [[Meg]], [[Odette]], [[The Bartender]], [[May]], [[Lotte]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Kingdom of Flies ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SKxB1mJ9 Pandæmonium]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Thorne wakes up after the Varrigan City Massacre and runs into one of the most dangerous magical girls in the world.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Thorne]], [[Typhus]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/z0weSvw6 Into the Wolf's Den]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Thorne meets with an old acquaintance. Typhus has an adorable breakfast.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Thorne]], [[Typhus]], [[Gavrill]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SeGzJCjJ Red Sands of Paradise]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Gavrill returns to the Blood God's Arena and relives her last gladiator fight.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gavrill]], [[Kharn]], [[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Thorne]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Blood and Iron ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/36BbBRri The Morticians Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The MS Pulchritudinous receives grim news.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Clare]], [[Fabulous Billie]], [[Joe]], [[Fran]], [[Nigel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Starasp ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Night Owls ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26006907/#p26009781/ Night Owls Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We're introduced to Caroline and Ana, part of the 8th Officio right after they get their first mission. Things are normal. For the 8th. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]], [[Kheda]], [[Prina]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26541547/#p26544724/ Night Owls Part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The girls find out their mission is a stakeout and Ana drags them to the armorers. Things explode.  &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]], [[Ash]], [[Riggs]], [[Char]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28101580/#p28104468/ Night Owls Part 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;  &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Midori Hanegawa ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Green Green Magica ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26067149/#p26070898/ Green Green Magica Chapter 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We peek into the past of our favorite broccoli-head before she becomes a Magical Girl. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Midori]], [[Yukiko]], [[Ryoutarou]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== -That- Guy ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Gina Falette ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/fP2uKCGj Night hunting]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WsWRLqrn The one day to show off]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;11 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rK7ARtXR Adjourning]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/huJZCgnt Rising and Falling Stars]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]], [[Izzy]], [[Megan]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SFw8TASW Finale of the beginning]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]], [[Izzy]], [[Sami]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/2bFiZVh4 One of the good days]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]], [[Izzy]], [[Sami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Q1BiAiec Times by the fire]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qb2PynED Slippery Slope of Rust and Steel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Izzy]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/8RqdBPJn Black Date]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A date is rudely interrupted, twice. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sami]], [[Izzy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Rin ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Saga of the Sixteenth  ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qLV9DWyW Saga of the Sixteenth, Part I: Reveille]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Abbadon]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QN6e9sSp Saga of the Sixteenth, Part II: The Only Easy Day...]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7WWqTmtb Saga of the Sixteenth, Part III: Guns of the First]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;13 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Alicia]], [[Artemis]], [[Jyuro]], [[The White Devil]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/10qCu8t8 Saga of the Sixteenth, Part IV: Shitcurity]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Kyousuke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Nath ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== MGNQ: World War II ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xjkhycZG MGNQ: World War II Chapter 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A remote town is attacked by German soldiers. In desperation, a contract is made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Kelzang]], [[Dieter]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KNwqAk0K MGNQ: World War II Chapter 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;As they flee, the unlikely trio get to know each other. A murky soul gem adds a new complication.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Paria]], [[Dieter]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RDXc7M14 MGNQ: World War II Chapter 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A radio broadcast leads to an important decision and a tough battle.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Paria]], [[Dieter]], [[Grace]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Red ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Magicae Damnatorum ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28487620/#p28492070 Magicae Damnatorum Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Red]], [[&amp;quot;Mom&amp;quot;]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Ratmie ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== The Riddle of Witch Flesh ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28576486/#p28579935 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;30 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; An excerpt from &amp;quot;On the Nature of Witches&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/30430809/#p30435267 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; In a letter to Kaoru, Umika explains why she left the Tenth, and what she gained in return.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31295879/#p31301601 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about an unreasonably dangerous Witch Hunt. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Panna]], [[Popelka]], [[Karla]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qtEENwg2 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 4]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about the following oddly depressing Witch Hunt. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Popelka]], [[Karla]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/mRTAjXV7 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 5] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about her friends, as well as her foes. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Juunibey]], [[Martina]], [[Toyen]], [[Panna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|- &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7iqbbQud The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 6] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Martina recounts her hunt on a most dangerous game. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Martina]], [[Panna]], [[Karolína]], [[Jarmila]], [[Toyen]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|-  &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/eGixZeCX The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 7] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; The 12th's leadership discusses feelings. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Panna]], [[Martina]], [[Toyen]], [[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|- &lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Attarou ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/gLK3DiHk Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; We meet Eleanor as she deals with the horrors of paperwork.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/8VuuNbjN Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather makes a mess and chases down Eleanor.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ThZpzEyY Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor beats Heather in a fight, and Heather ropes her into training.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cAVaLYep Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Torturer Suzi Berry]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor is put through a workout and faces down the Spider Room.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]], [[Suzi]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/sKxgcdy8 Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Aristocrat &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor is dragged to a tea party and has a breakdown.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Suzi]], [[Milly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/A5pgj6jd Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus The New Blood]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather matches wits with a Callidus, celebrates with a new squad, and stumbles upon something urgent. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Madge]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/aeRaKSSd Omake: Everything is Terrible]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor and Wendy talk over the phone about the current state of things. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/69rizMVc Magical Torturer Suzi Berry versus Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Suzi and Heather settle their disagreements by fighting it out.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Suzi]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0jSbuN4A Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Grind Part I]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor eats a meager lunch and reflects on her mistakes.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Milly]], [[Eightball]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MHpHH0Zg Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Grind Part II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor remembers meeting a not-unfriendly figure before she was deported.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Eightball]], [[Wendy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/27B0BAqB Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam and Magical Assassin Wendy Cooldown]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;20 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather crashes Eleanor and Wendy's slumber party.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Heather]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SWJJv1xK Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Witch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Things go horribly, horribly wrong inside a witch barrier.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Heather]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hieYhf5A Magical Assassin Wendy Cooldown versus The Great Sage of the Outback Leman Russ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy comforts Eleanor as the Sixth's Warmaster weighs in on the situation. Eleanor reveals her greatest ambition.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Leman Russ]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RN6Qa05P Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Patient Gardener Dahlia Marigold]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;18 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather gets down and dirty, and disappears with a pair of suspicious strangers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Marigold]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GccxEx14 Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus The Nakajima Sisters]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Amber and Jade throw just about everything they've got at Heather. It ends in ice cream.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]], [[Xiaomei]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/im2gRCbd Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Swashbuckler Kai Cress]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor's new morning routine is interrupted by a pirate. Milly says the wrong thing.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]], [[Madge]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xNjSf4zP Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Aristocrat &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz Redux]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor fights Milly, and has regrets at the conclusion.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]], [[Madge]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MmwcQ8Gn Omake: We Need A Hero]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Amber and Jade call up Heather to request a favor. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hMDqk18p Magical Torturer Suzi Berry versus Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Suzi drags Eleanor to a party and chats with Madge.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Suzi]], [[Eleanor]], [[Madge]], [[Leman Russ]], [[Kai]], [[Belinda]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GXxqNHx8 Omake: Good Luck]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor reflects on the day with Wendy, and receives a surprise. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qe4vyNkd Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is harassed by Amber, the Spiritual Liege, and a Rank Leader. Jade takes pictures.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qrRB3JJX Omake: Running]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor tries to quit running laps. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Gm8L1MqJ Ordinary Girl Heather Crunch versus the Nakajima Sisters]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather tries to rely on her wits instead of her powers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/p7SPvqf5 Omake: We Promised]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Amber and Jade deal with the aftermath and fulfill a promise. Sort of. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xcU7MXZW Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The New Grind]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; After a rough start, Eleanor has a pretty good morning at work.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Marina]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Nd0uGFzF Omake: We Can Rebuild Her]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; With Heather stitched up, Amber and Jade argue over what to do next. Jade has an idea. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/izz5JGVk Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Entrepreneur Jael Russ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor has a talk with her boss.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael Russ]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/6aX4H1QA Omake: Dressing Up]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is measured for new clothes. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TWtqVHzQ Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Mermaid Miss St. Maur]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor is completely out of her depth.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Suzi]], [[Marina|St. Maur]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/s8zBpdC2 Omake: Distracted]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather's focus isn't on what the Soul Temperer is telling her. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MiZ59L5Q Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko II: The Shoutening]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather dons her new clothes and meets with the Soul Temperer of the Seventh once more.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/EXNtCq0p Omake: Prepare Yourself]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor discovers something really terrifying is set to occur. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Marina]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/DhMFcfAC Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is left alone. Very, very alone.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rPXhBbav Omake: Hit Me]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor stands in front of a firing squad. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Blue|Belinda]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/tWycVwYd Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Sawbones Tanis Nagi]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor wakes up in a hospital bed.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7eV2Hpsb Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Hanzer &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor runs for her life.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7eV2Hpsb Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam and Magical Sawbones Tanis Nagi versus Magical Hanzer “Milly” Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor and Tanis fight back.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]], [[Madge]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/i0viy7ST Omake: New Messages]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor checks her answering machine. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/D8Fcpea0 Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch and Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather gets some calls and voices her concerns.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9G9AKvNK Omake: My Treat]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jael is surprisingly happy about Eleanor's victory. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LtjK60pc Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko III: It Takes Two to Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Tenko puts Heather through some trust building exercises, among other things.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZhMv4p70 Omake: Surprisingly Good]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor gets an unexpected gift. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== /a/nonymous magica ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Magical Girl Noir Zero ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RaSvfdl6t-aSyvULVFmoG8Tm0fBgmVVGfEQFntsbGsU Magical Girl Noir/Zero Episode 1: Hunter]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ayano]], [[Eiji]], [[Ruby]], [[Charlotte]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== TwiceBorn ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Touno Asai ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NaivyVwW Deliverance]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Touno]], [[Murderface]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/EZQT16G5 Corpse Master]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;7 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Touno]], [[Kyouko]], [[Mami]], [[Kyubey]], [[Valthex]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== The Iron Circle ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0yLT5dup Chapter I: Olympia]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Honoka, a Vindicare of the Ninth, meets the Fourth Officio.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Pinky]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LDpL5MsR Chapter II: Dodekatheon]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Exploration of the mysterious Fourth Officio.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Yda Stradale]], [[Ach Stradale]], [[Felicia Thematica]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GUsKAeJy Chapter III: Mechanicus]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Secrets of the Fourth's Mechanicus.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Fiona Mac Manus]], [[Luka Chrom]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/uSgqEXSg Chapter IV: Iron Without]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Someone is watching the Olympia. Meanwhile, Honoka takes the Mark IV 'Maximus' suit for a spin.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WQvyJPM0 Chapter V: Murderers]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The Fourth Officio discovers what happened to their 'Indomitus' Terminator prototype. Meanwhile, Barbara gets ready to party.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Petra, Fiona, Barbara, Tiny Pete]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NMpJXfGR Chapter VI: Skitarii]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Honoka meets a Skitarius for the first time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka, Amal, Lau]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Steph ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Five Red Petals  ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/T2U6jeQz Chapter 01 - Promise of Reunion]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eve meets an old friend and a newer one.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eve Rivers|Eve]], [[Garry]], [[Wendy Cooldown|Wendy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5yWR2xn9 Chapter 02 - Sausage Links]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eve grows impatient as H-Hour draws near.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eve Rivers|Eve]], [[Lauren]], [[Cynthia]], [[Rachel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Shattered Sword  ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/S6BKSwbz Chapter 01 - Paperwork]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jessica grapples with paperwork as she debates sending the Third Fleet to Boston. Meanwhile, a couple of Magical Girls are up to no good...&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jessica]], [[Diana]], [[Emi]], [[Ema]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Dimunsis ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== An Irish Girl's Wish ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZL8tbDUi Memorial To The Fallen]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 young girls from the Fourth are sent to protect the construction of the Walpurgis Memorial Project. Allegations are had and heated words are flung.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Nokota]], [[Natalie]], [[Ashlin]], [[Maria]], [[Edea]], [[Leah]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZCrzyNsu Guard Duty]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A new day begins as the girls are handed their orders. Maria and Edea talk about life, Lyssa talks with Nokota about a big secret, and Ashlin and Natalie get into a fight.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ashlin]], [[Lyssa]], [[Maria]], [[Natalie]], [[Edea]], [[Nokota]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5TtUWCGD Let's Be Friends!]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A punishment is dealt, and a week of sleeplessness rears its ugly head. But in the end, they're in for a rude awakening.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Lyssa]], [[Ashlin]], [[Natalie]], [[Edea]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Malal ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== House of Cards ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qR2wwEiV Human Resources 1: Peter Rabbit]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A night at home with the rabbit. Sometimes it's the best you can get.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/G9Tk2mV1 Human Resources 2: Guardian Angel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Welcome to the Third Officio. Perfect, if you know when to look the other way.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]], [[Megumi Minakata]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MhFaxGvm Human Resources 3: An Offer He Can't Refuse]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; What would you give for a dream?&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LHgMn4NB Human Resources 4: Parting Shots]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Sometimes, the best-laid plans look bad from moment one.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cqgkkQ4t Human Resources 5: The Rabbit and the Snake]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A parable of no meaning or significance.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5ZWYcDBi Mercy Killing 1: Near-Death Experience]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Izuho spends an afternoon as a test subject for an incomprehensible scientist.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Penelope Baines]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/W70pk3t7 Mercy Killing 2: Mirror, Mirror]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A day in the lives of the three Katayama sisters.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mizuki Katayama]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/zqZUsSw5 Mercy Killing 3: Daybreak]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; So begins the hunt.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mizuki Katayama]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]], [[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Shimizu Yumishita]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9hHdRVXW Human Resources 6: Croesus at Delphi]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Harumi deals with the aftermath of the hunt and discusses visions.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]], [[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Mizuki Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SFsTkTGb Mercy Killing 4: Mea Maxima Culpa]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; With the witch of this godforsaken barrier as my sole witness, I swear that I am innocent.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Shimizu Yumishita]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/CXZsfUi3 Human Resources 7: Make A Wish]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; In the end, we chose this.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Aoi Katsuragi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/bibBcHQq Pearly Gates 1: Rise and Shine]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Two nightmares: Those of a child, and a jaded connoisseur.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Megumi Minakata]], [[Kaede Morimoto]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cLkQ8U1q Mercy Killing 5: The Dragonslayer of Mitakihara]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Introducing the would-be hero of Mitakihara.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Yuko Miura]], [[Shimizu Yumishita]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Vmb4iDmM HR Holiday Special: All of the Other Incubators]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; They don't know how to do this - they probably shouldn't even be here - but maybe that's alright.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sanbey]], [[Harumi Ryouno]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Nubum ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Treasure Hunter Elaine ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wP41Aiv3 Chapter 1: Tomb Raider]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Our treasure hunter gives us a history lesson on the pyramids and the traps they contain.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/PivzJsCn Chapter 2: Back from the Dead]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Our treasure hunter wakes up a girl claiming to be Cleopatra.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]], [[Cleo]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WAeZStMr Chapter 3: Hedonism HQ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Elaine returns to the 14th officio and rejoices with Pius.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]], [[Cleo]], [[Pius]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Zweihart ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Trials of the Thrice-Cursed ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hN2sq9MB Chapter 0-1: Alone]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A content Magical Girl is spirited away by a freak encounter with a Witch and faces an ambush&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NixU0SW9 Chapter 0-2: Alone(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A panicked Magical Girl finds all proofs of her existence erased and tries to confirm whether or not this is the past.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hLpsiJX3 Chapter 1-1: Wildcards]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A disappointingly sober Magical Girl decides to get her shit together and is approached by a rude Callidus&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/iSPP23it Chapter 1-2: Wildcards(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A slightly entertained Magical Girl is dragged to a secret hide-out and flips her shit upon meeting a familiar Culexus. Long-delayed explanations happen. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/t9tu8rFK Chapter 1-3: Wildcards(C)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A soon-to-no-longer-be sober Magical Girl manages to get along with a German Culexus and teaches her the joys of Vodka.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qtLH4iVz Chapter 2-1: High Seas Slaughter]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet repels an unexpected assault&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LPrbU57s Chapter 2-2: High Seas Slaughter(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet moves in for a counter-attack&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/F2cMDX7D Chapter 2-3: High Seas Slaughter(C)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet stumbles onto a charnel and decides to enact some Justice.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/H4Cn9Hg0 Chapter 3-1: Cold Homes]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Debriefing happens, exposition is given, mind games are played.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/C8JhPq2c The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER I ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Things that were not meant to be have Happened. An Eversor driven to the brink of total inanity barges head first into Hell to save an old friend from herself.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Silke]], [[Suzume]],[[Ryuko]], [[Eterna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/jiYBrDTD The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER II ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; An isolated Magical Girl steps up her game and tracks down her target. An unwanted guest shows up along the way, resulting in wardrobe malfunction and tendrils.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/3DCbtZSp The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER III ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A Magical Girl in a hurry is pestered by a religious group and closes in on her goal.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/JzLj5GcS The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER IV ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A Magical Girl more or less reaches her target, suffers mindfucks and goes through a wide range of emotions.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Ahriman]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Planefag ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Garcia Lovelace ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/mmUV4xk6 Anchoro]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The young master gains an interest in the science of guns.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Fabiola]], [[Garcia]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Aupxnt9w The First Lesson]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Garcia passes his first test.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Fabiola]], [[Garcia]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Udonge ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Magical Strategist Serina Hunter ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wdAnT6C6 Chapter 1: The Perfect Wish]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serina gets ready for an important exam and thinks back on her wish.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serina]], [[Alyssa]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Hebiko ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Aurea Venen ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/dyUSZpUy Part 1: The Green Road]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A nameless girl is haunted by hallucinations. Surely they aren't real, right?&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QEctBrbD Part 2: Serzah &amp;amp; Cynn]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two girls just casually hanging out in an abandoned building. There's absolutely nothing wrong with them at all.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/XJWwc6XU Part 3: Demens I]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A squad of rookie megucas happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/HqeBgv7j Part 4: Demens II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serzah decides that the rookie magical girls need to leave. The only way she knows how.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]], ''Alexis''&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hX3g4Xtc Part 5: Skybreak]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serzah finishes up having fun, then makes another pet of a different variety.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]], [[Makky]], [[Morsel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Solatium ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/eSQ8xvd1 Part 1: Arxbound]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A girl bearing an oversized weapon combats against a witch, then returns home.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pira]], [[Nemi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Antary ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Singer ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/tqB9bsvP Singer 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A delinquent fights the Witch she made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Yuko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== One Shots ===&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/29989367/#p29995005 Training Montage]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Kaitlyn Kilburn &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kaitlyn]], [[Yuu]], [[Sabrina Cosworth]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/92isjRkG Red Angel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;TwiceBorn &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kharn]], [[Ahriman]], [[Malal]], [[Murderface]], [[Erebus]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/gmUXJBd2 Regrets]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 August 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Mami can't put the past behind her&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/csCvHJMT Mares of the Night]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;7 August 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Chiaki's dreams turn... unpleasant&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Chiaki]], [[Pinky]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/pZmxBnkz Red and Green]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 September 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Kyoko has a chat with Midori over lunch&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kyoko]], [[Midori]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hLu4HEab Layoffs]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Mami hosts the courier service party... and Sayaka issues staff layoffs &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mami]], [[Sayaka]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QPfnJcG4 Friday Night Magic with Magical Scrubbernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Halley Comet&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Amber invites Heather to play cards. Crunch Train ensues.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hK9wByrm &amp;quot;Are you afraid of dying ?&amp;quot;]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;hayate&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Rea recounts how she became a Vindicare. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Rea]], [[Malal]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/mH02uSAh Feast of Blades]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;TwiceBorn&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; “We no longer bear the Word, Honoria: we bear Nero. I confess, I've envied you, envied the Eighth, the Sixth, even the humble Seventeenth. And what terrifies me most, Honoria, is that I'm alone in my envy.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
--Letters to Honoria, by Leona Ornstein, Officio XIV Triarius &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Leona Ornstein]], [[Miralda Smough]], [[Nero]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Demetrious</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://wiki.magicalgirlnoir.com/index.php?title=Write-ups&amp;diff=2406</id>
		<title>Write-ups</title>
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		<updated>2015-02-10T00:34:06Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: Undo revision 2405 by Demetrious (talk)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Write-ups are canon stories not written by Deculture and posted at the ends of threads. Some are strongly connected to the main plot, but many develop other people and places within the setting and only occasionally cross over into the quest itself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first official write-up came after thread 86 and detailed Wendy Cooldown, Chiaki's forgotten acquaintance from the 8th Officio in California.  The second, Prose Magica by Archivalfag, debuted shortly afterward in thread 88, with the story of Odette and the 17th Officio in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These set the precedent for many writings within the setting. However, many still consider Wendy and Archivalfag's writings to be the most relevant to the quest's plot. Also notably relevant to readers of the quest is Rin's &amp;quot;Saga of the Sixteenth&amp;quot;, characters from which feature prominently in the Big Shell arc, starting in thread 174.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Categories on this list are ordered by the date of the author's debut. For example, all Wendy/NECO's writings are in categories at the top, followed by Archivalfag's. Write-ups within each category are ordered by the date they were posted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also relevant are the canon prequel, [[Magical Girl Noir Quest Gaiden - Forgotten Story]], and the [[Non-canon Write-ups]].&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Wendy Cooldown ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wendy Cooldown and The Eighth ====&lt;br /&gt;
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A write-up series that focuses on the American Officio. The main character is Wendy Cooldown. &lt;br /&gt;
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{|class=&amp;quot;wikitable&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;line-height: 1.6em; width: 100%; border: 1px black solid;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 18%&amp;quot;|Write-up Name&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 7%&amp;quot;|Posted Date&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 40%&amp;quot;|Description&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 6%&amp;quot;|Wiki Article&lt;br /&gt;
! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 20%&amp;quot;|Appearing Characters &lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/1UVqk3Cu/ Ponytail]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;11 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and Nico go out and have &amp;quot;Fun&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Nicole]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/jbbV8KC0/ Ron]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;24 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Alpha Team does Game night.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mary]], [[Annie]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5QB1VfLx/ Gardern of Sinners]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and the Springfields garden with Miss Marigold.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mary]], [[Annie]], [[Amber]], [[Marigold]], [[Lily]], [[Dorothy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hw9YMb7p/ Squishy Pile:Excerpt from Sabrina Blackburns Diary]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sabrina gets a Culexus suit and tries out her powers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Amber]], [[Malal]], [[Eightball]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cAz9gBed/ Little Frilly Doll]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy gets to meet Kharn with Annie May.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Annie]], [[Kharn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WNgCF8Ly/ Home]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy meets &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; for the first time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Annie]], [[Mary]], [[Kharn]], [[Malal]], [[Chiaki| Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nLa0EjEz/ Hurricanrana]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy takes &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; out for burgers and a Baseball Game.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/f34VBksk/ Sugar Donut]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy takes Annie's sword to get it &amp;quot;fixed&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mary]], [[Amber]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/sLP51X6m/ Buttermilk]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; go for a night on the town, Murderface style. Things happen. Pancakes are made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]], [[Charles]], [[Mami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/e4sm5egh/ Movies-Excerpt from Sabrina Blackburn's Diary]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sabrina and Malal have some time off.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Malal]], [[Lily]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nav6TYcu/ Blue Roses]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; go on a time-stop date.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]], [[Mami]], [[Lily]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nprSFDBX/ Witch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and some of the Rabbits take out a Witch.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Viola]], [[Annie]], [[Eve Rivers|Eve]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/fHXVXFHV/ Luck and a Smile]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 April 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy meets the new Chiaki for the first time in a dream.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/exjfuNND/ Walkie Talkie: Excerpt from Sub Zero Security Records]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sabrina has a heart to heart with Mary Sue. Pre-suiting. Then she gets a visitor.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Mary]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/UcS35k7E/ Honest Feelings- Clip from Dorothy Wright's Video Diary]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Dorothy and Amber dress up Viola so she can go see everyone's favorite Blonde Goddess.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Dorothy]], [[Viola]], [[Amber]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/L8VFbSpc Green]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A green-haired magical girl falls back into bad habits and hits the bar.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;????&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/dimH1jcf Butterfly]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy visits a friend and has a bizarre encounter with a magical mask.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Nicole]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xeHrWRP6 Blood and Cigarettes]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy goes to a concert and gets to see Chiaki fuck shit up.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki]], [[Dorothy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/q88md2KW Church Business]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy has to make a sacrifice.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Himiko]], [[Aki]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TGCkk4Z2 Stray Cat Taming]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy sees what Mami is capable of.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mami]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rtNPNgua Raining Again]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy finds out about a broken promise.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Kp0U6uZd Yuki-onna]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy gets what she really wanted for Christmas.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]], [[Dorothy]], [[Mary]], [[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Amber]], [[Nicole]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/red9whZ3 Sayaka's Date: Sharp Blue Style]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sayaka and Amber talk about important things in a less serious setting.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sayaka]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/canq166i dreamygrrl]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy gets cold feet composing an email to her favorite doujin author.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Annie]], [[Pinky]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TXPPUrTc bad barbecue]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy surveys the aftermath of the attack on the church, and, with Mami's help, is made ready to meet Chiaki face to face.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Amber]], [[Mami]], [[Aki]], [[Jade]], [[Yulia]], [[Shiraki]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/M2ugac52 not a date]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy finally meets her favorite doujin author face to face. Sort of.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Uboa]], [[Midori]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== The Second and the Black Templars ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KHePSEc1 The Tale of Arturia Pendragon: A King Must Stand Alone Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Arturia and Company, shortly after she walked in on her Warmaster and Kharn... &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Arturia]], [[Malal]], [[Raleigh]], [[Gertrud]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/BLPeHrRW The Account of the Damned: Four Hours]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The Templars prepare en-route to Walpurgisnacht. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Raleigh]], [[Enyo]], [[Vivian]], [[Mordred]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/zv4biMwr The Account of the Damned, ch. 2: Saws]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Raleigh deals with the reality of losing all her limbs. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Raleigh]], [[Enyo]], [[Cosette]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KPZjdWP1 The Account of the Damned, ch. 3: Shards of Red]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Raleigh pesters Arty, then looks to bolster the Templars' diminished ranks. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Raleigh]], [[Enyo]], [[Arturia]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== NECO Case Logs ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/iHMHvXw4 Case Log - 20XX (about three years ago) - Rabbit-Face]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Izumi]], [[Sayaka]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/2FYmnNAs Case Log - 20XX (about two years ago) - Kharn]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Izumi]], [[Malal]], [[Kharn]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
==== 20th Logs ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9QW5eFtT (20th Agent Log) Escape from Sex Gulag]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A callidus gets a game over and goes out for ice cream.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Satou]], [[Rin]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/3WyEJe5u (20th Spymaster Log) Old Friends]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two old friends discuss their jobs and possibilities.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[&amp;quot;Severine&amp;quot;]], [[&amp;quot;Monique&amp;quot;]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KFy7Qd0E (20th Spymaster Log) Yatagarasu]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two old friends discuss current events and possibilities.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Satou]], [[Vintage]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
==== Iori Minase ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/atUskTfu Iori and the Noose]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Iori]], [[Ruri]], [[Hatachikawa-P]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ctdCsu8d Iori and the Sandwich]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Iori is told to dance to Ruri's tune like everyone else. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Maki Albrecht Wakahisa]], [[Ruri Kirishima]], [[Iori Minase]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Archivalfag ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Prose Magica, Ballad of the Seventeenth ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0CD6b9T6/ Prose Magica Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Odette, Gertrude and Lotte while a Magical Girl gets kidnapped.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Gertrude]], [[Heidi]], [[Freida]], [[Lotte]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wKDADPM3/ Prose Magica Part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette heads back to base, meets Tyler and talks to Heidi.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Holly]], [[Tyler]], [[Heidi]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/W7mQmU0B/ Prose Magica Part 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Therese wakes up and gets briefed. Odette has an episode and writes poetry.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Therese]], [[Tyler]], [[Holly]], [[Molly]], [[Odette]], [[Lotte]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/e7yBtYat/ Prose Magica Part 4]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette searches for clues to Freida's disappearance and gets an odd message, Theresa makes a speech to Freida's squad.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Gertrude]], [[Holly]], [[Therese]], [[Fredrica]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cY64ryR9/ Prose Magica Part 5]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 &amp;amp; 24 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Therese chat outside her apartment. Fredrica does some asking and fights with Tyler. Fubey talks with Holly and Odette finds something strange.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Therese]], [[Fredrica]], [[Fubey]], [[Holly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RrMnXMHQ/ Prose Magica Part 6]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Megan and Mona get sent to interrogate a man by Fubey, what they find out is disturbing. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Fubey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/fjivLrQw/ Prose Magica Part 7]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette wakes up with Lotte again, gets a call from Therese and has a chat. Lotte tells Therese something interesting. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Therese]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Fubey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xYmPNWBr/ Prose Magica Part 8]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Lotte examine a room, then hang with Megan and Mona. Odette cries. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/p580h7Jk/ Prose Magica Part 9]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The girls bust down a club and discover their quarry has escaped. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Therese]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/CPkPEJp7/ Prose Magica Part 10]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Mona reach Mona's house in time to find Fennel. Things don't go well. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Mona]], [[Fennel]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/HWLYiEGu/ Prose Magica: Nightcall]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Khan, expert driver and Culexus of the 17th as she drives Fredrica and Gertrude, then gets an order no one wants.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Khan]], [[Gertrude]], [[Fredrica]], [[Molly]], [[Mona]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/AMBMTdcC/ Prose Magica: A Spoonful of Sugar part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Dr. Emma Strauss and her &amp;quot;Helper&amp;quot; as well as a...customer.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Milica]], [[Ofelia]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nZvu6Lvw/ Prose Magica part 11]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Therese rages, Molly talks to Fubey, Mona wakes up and talks to Meg, Lotte is up to something .&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Therese]], [[Tyler]], [[Molly]], [[Fubey]], [[Mona]], [[Meg]], [[Lotte]], [[Surrey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wyWqi3eq/ Prose Magica part 12]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;2 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Lotte reminisces as Odette continues to be missing. Then she plots more.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Lotte]], [[Harriet]], [[The Bartender]], [[Surrey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/43RT59yu/ Prose Magica Part 13]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette beats up a surprisingly helpful girl.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Brie]], [[Fennel]], [[Holly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/S0FKFefd/ Prose Magica: A Spoonful of Sugar part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A group of bounty hunters come to regret their choice of target.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Milica]], [[Jiang]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/53nAcWWL/ Prose Magica Part 14]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette wakes in a friendly setting. Her warmaster has some troubling thoughts.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[The Bartender]], [[The Russian]], [[Fubey]], [[Holly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/4RLDfcML/ Prose Magica: The Exile of Doctor Strauss part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Emma Strauss tactfully handles her retirement.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Thorne]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0XvsfS0F/ Prose Magica Part 15]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A nightmare leaves Odette seeking comfort with her new roommate. Frederica gets promoted.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Frederica]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/r0ufpVcW/ Prose Magica Part 16]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette sees a name she'd prefer to forget and pays visit to a prisoner.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Holly]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Fennel]], [[Xiaomei]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/95CcvRt0/ Prose Magica Part 17]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Fubey meet with old friends, while sinister forces continue to brew in the background.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Fubey]], [[Kelzang]], [[Heidi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/zPWb1Ksj Prose Magica Part 18]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Therese tends to the duties of being a Warmaster and Odette makes a proposition. As it turns out, some sins aren't so easily forgotten.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Therese]], [[Fubey]], [[Chloe]], [[Fredrica]], [[Lotte]], [[Harriet]], [[Holly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/6XZ1fxKu/ Prose Magica: The Exile of Doctor Strauss part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;13 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Emma Strauss meets with an accomplice.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Prime]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/c4eWGS1j Prose Magica Part 19]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The hooks must be destroyed.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Holly]], [[Therese]], [[Tyler]], [[Fubey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cRVyKYUF Prose Magica Part 20]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Fubey and Odette come to an agreement. A villain is introduced.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Fubey]], [[Prime]], [[Tilly]], [[Ingrid]], [[Shion]], [[Surrey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GM4bWv4V Prose Magica: A Serious House on Serious Earth]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Prime meets an acquaintance from the Church and discusses plans for the Seventeenth.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Prime]], [[Eliphas]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/2cGhaJVN Prose Magica 21]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Mona nervously waits for a call. The Bartender humors a magician.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mona]], [[Meg]], [[Odette]], [[The Bartender]], [[May]], [[Lotte]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Kingdom of Flies ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SKxB1mJ9 Pandæmonium]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Thorne wakes up after the Varrigan City Massacre and runs into one of the most dangerous magical girls in the world.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Thorne]], [[Typhus]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/z0weSvw6 Into the Wolf's Den]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Thorne meets with an old acquaintance. Typhus has an adorable breakfast.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Thorne]], [[Typhus]], [[Gavrill]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SeGzJCjJ Red Sands of Paradise]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Gavrill returns to the Blood God's Arena and relives her last gladiator fight.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gavrill]], [[Kharn]], [[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Thorne]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Blood and Iron ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/36BbBRri The Morticians Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The MS Pulchritudinous receives grim news.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Clare]], [[Fabulous Billie]], [[Joe]], [[Fran]], [[Nigel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Starasp ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Night Owls ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26006907/#p26009781/ Night Owls Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We're introduced to Caroline and Ana, part of the 8th Officio right after they get their first mission. Things are normal. For the 8th. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]], [[Kheda]], [[Prina]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26541547/#p26544724/ Night Owls Part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The girls find out their mission is a stakeout and Ana drags them to the armorers. Things explode.  &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]], [[Ash]], [[Riggs]], [[Char]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28101580/#p28104468/ Night Owls Part 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;  &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Midori Hanegawa ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Green Green Magica ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26067149/#p26070898/ Green Green Magica Chapter 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We peek into the past of our favorite broccoli-head before she becomes a Magical Girl. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Midori]], [[Yukiko]], [[Ryoutarou]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== -That- Guy ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Gina Falette ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/fP2uKCGj Night hunting]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WsWRLqrn The one day to show off]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;11 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rK7ARtXR Adjourning]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/huJZCgnt Rising and Falling Stars]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]], [[Izzy]], [[Megan]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SFw8TASW Finale of the beginning]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]], [[Izzy]], [[Sami]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/2bFiZVh4 One of the good days]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]], [[Izzy]], [[Sami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Q1BiAiec Times by the fire]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qb2PynED Slippery Slope of Rust and Steel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Izzy]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/8RqdBPJn Black Date]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A date is rudely interrupted, twice. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sami]], [[Izzy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Rin ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Saga of the Sixteenth  ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qLV9DWyW Saga of the Sixteenth, Part I: Reveille]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Abbadon]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QN6e9sSp Saga of the Sixteenth, Part II: The Only Easy Day...]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7WWqTmtb Saga of the Sixteenth, Part III: Guns of the First]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;13 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Alicia]], [[Artemis]], [[Jyuro]], [[The White Devil]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/10qCu8t8 Saga of the Sixteenth, Part IV: Shitcurity]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Kyousuke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Nath ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== MGNQ: World War II ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xjkhycZG MGNQ: World War II Chapter 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A remote town is attacked by German soldiers. In desperation, a contract is made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Kelzang]], [[Dieter]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KNwqAk0K MGNQ: World War II Chapter 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;As they flee, the unlikely trio get to know each other. A murky soul gem adds a new complication.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Paria]], [[Dieter]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RDXc7M14 MGNQ: World War II Chapter 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A radio broadcast leads to an important decision and a tough battle.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Paria]], [[Dieter]], [[Grace]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Red ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Magicae Damnatorum ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28487620/#p28492070 Magicae Damnatorum Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Red]], [[&amp;quot;Mom&amp;quot;]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Ratmie ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== The Riddle of Witch Flesh ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28576486/#p28579935 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;30 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; An excerpt from &amp;quot;On the Nature of Witches&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/30430809/#p30435267 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; In a letter to Kaoru, Umika explains why she left the Tenth, and what she gained in return.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31295879/#p31301601 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about an unreasonably dangerous Witch Hunt. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Panna]], [[Popelka]], [[Karla]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qtEENwg2 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 4]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about the following oddly depressing Witch Hunt. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Popelka]], [[Karla]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/mRTAjXV7 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 5] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about her friends, as well as her foes. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Juunibey]], [[Martina]], [[Toyen]], [[Panna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|- &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7iqbbQud The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 6] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Martina recounts her hunt on a most dangerous game. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Martina]], [[Panna]], [[Karolína]], [[Jarmila]], [[Toyen]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|-  &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/eGixZeCX The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 7] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; The 12th's leadership discusses feelings. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Panna]], [[Martina]], [[Toyen]], [[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|- &lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Attarou ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/gLK3DiHk Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; We meet Eleanor as she deals with the horrors of paperwork.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/8VuuNbjN Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather makes a mess and chases down Eleanor.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ThZpzEyY Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor beats Heather in a fight, and Heather ropes her into training.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cAVaLYep Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Torturer Suzi Berry]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor is put through a workout and faces down the Spider Room.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]], [[Suzi]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/sKxgcdy8 Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Aristocrat &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor is dragged to a tea party and has a breakdown.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Suzi]], [[Milly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/A5pgj6jd Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus The New Blood]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather matches wits with a Callidus, celebrates with a new squad, and stumbles upon something urgent. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Madge]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/aeRaKSSd Omake: Everything is Terrible]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor and Wendy talk over the phone about the current state of things. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/69rizMVc Magical Torturer Suzi Berry versus Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Suzi and Heather settle their disagreements by fighting it out.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Suzi]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0jSbuN4A Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Grind Part I]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor eats a meager lunch and reflects on her mistakes.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Milly]], [[Eightball]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MHpHH0Zg Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Grind Part II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor remembers meeting a not-unfriendly figure before she was deported.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Eightball]], [[Wendy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/27B0BAqB Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam and Magical Assassin Wendy Cooldown]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;20 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather crashes Eleanor and Wendy's slumber party.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Heather]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SWJJv1xK Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Witch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Things go horribly, horribly wrong inside a witch barrier.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Heather]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hieYhf5A Magical Assassin Wendy Cooldown versus The Great Sage of the Outback Leman Russ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy comforts Eleanor as the Sixth's Warmaster weighs in on the situation. Eleanor reveals her greatest ambition.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Leman Russ]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RN6Qa05P Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Patient Gardener Dahlia Marigold]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;18 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather gets down and dirty, and disappears with a pair of suspicious strangers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Marigold]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GccxEx14 Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus The Nakajima Sisters]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Amber and Jade throw just about everything they've got at Heather. It ends in ice cream.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]], [[Xiaomei]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/im2gRCbd Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Swashbuckler Kai Cress]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor's new morning routine is interrupted by a pirate. Milly says the wrong thing.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]], [[Madge]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xNjSf4zP Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Aristocrat &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz Redux]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor fights Milly, and has regrets at the conclusion.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]], [[Madge]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MmwcQ8Gn Omake: We Need A Hero]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Amber and Jade call up Heather to request a favor. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hMDqk18p Magical Torturer Suzi Berry versus Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Suzi drags Eleanor to a party and chats with Madge.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Suzi]], [[Eleanor]], [[Madge]], [[Leman Russ]], [[Kai]], [[Belinda]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GXxqNHx8 Omake: Good Luck]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor reflects on the day with Wendy, and receives a surprise. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qe4vyNkd Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is harassed by Amber, the Spiritual Liege, and a Rank Leader. Jade takes pictures.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qrRB3JJX Omake: Running]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor tries to quit running laps. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Gm8L1MqJ Ordinary Girl Heather Crunch versus the Nakajima Sisters]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather tries to rely on her wits instead of her powers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/p7SPvqf5 Omake: We Promised]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Amber and Jade deal with the aftermath and fulfill a promise. Sort of. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xcU7MXZW Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The New Grind]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; After a rough start, Eleanor has a pretty good morning at work.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Marina]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Nd0uGFzF Omake: We Can Rebuild Her]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; With Heather stitched up, Amber and Jade argue over what to do next. Jade has an idea. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/izz5JGVk Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Entrepreneur Jael Russ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor has a talk with her boss.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael Russ]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/6aX4H1QA Omake: Dressing Up]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is measured for new clothes. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TWtqVHzQ Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Mermaid Miss St. Maur]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor is completely out of her depth.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Suzi]], [[Marina|St. Maur]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/s8zBpdC2 Omake: Distracted]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather's focus isn't on what the Soul Temperer is telling her. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MiZ59L5Q Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko II: The Shoutening]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather dons her new clothes and meets with the Soul Temperer of the Seventh once more.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/EXNtCq0p Omake: Prepare Yourself]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor discovers something really terrifying is set to occur. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Marina]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/DhMFcfAC Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is left alone. Very, very alone.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rPXhBbav Omake: Hit Me]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor stands in front of a firing squad. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Blue|Belinda]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/tWycVwYd Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Sawbones Tanis Nagi]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor wakes up in a hospital bed.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7eV2Hpsb Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Hanzer &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor runs for her life.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7eV2Hpsb Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam and Magical Sawbones Tanis Nagi versus Magical Hanzer “Milly” Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor and Tanis fight back.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]], [[Madge]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/i0viy7ST Omake: New Messages]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor checks her answering machine. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/D8Fcpea0 Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch and Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather gets some calls and voices her concerns.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9G9AKvNK Omake: My Treat]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jael is surprisingly happy about Eleanor's victory. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LtjK60pc Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko III: It Takes Two to Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Tenko puts Heather through some trust building exercises, among other things.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZhMv4p70 Omake: Surprisingly Good]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor gets an unexpected gift. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== /a/nonymous magica ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Magical Girl Noir Zero ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RaSvfdl6t-aSyvULVFmoG8Tm0fBgmVVGfEQFntsbGsU Magical Girl Noir/Zero Episode 1: Hunter]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ayano]], [[Eiji]], [[Ruby]], [[Charlotte]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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=== TwiceBorn ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Touno Asai ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NaivyVwW Deliverance]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Touno]], [[Murderface]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/EZQT16G5 Corpse Master]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;7 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Touno]], [[Kyouko]], [[Mami]], [[Kyubey]], [[Valthex]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== The Iron Circle ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0yLT5dup Chapter I: Olympia]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Honoka, a Vindicare of the Ninth, meets the Fourth Officio.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Pinky]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LDpL5MsR Chapter II: Dodekatheon]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Exploration of the mysterious Fourth Officio.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Yda Stradale]], [[Ach Stradale]], [[Felicia Thematica]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GUsKAeJy Chapter III: Mechanicus]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Secrets of the Fourth's Mechanicus.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Fiona Mac Manus]], [[Luka Chrom]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/uSgqEXSg Chapter IV: Iron Without]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Someone is watching the Olympia. Meanwhile, Honoka takes the Mark IV 'Maximus' suit for a spin.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WQvyJPM0 Chapter V: Murderers]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The Fourth Officio discovers what happened to their 'Indomitus' Terminator prototype. Meanwhile, Barbara gets ready to party.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Petra, Fiona, Barbara, Tiny Pete]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NMpJXfGR Chapter VI: Skitarii]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Honoka meets a Skitarius for the first time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka, Amal, Lau]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Steph ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Five Red Petals  ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/T2U6jeQz Chapter 01 - Promise of Reunion]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eve meets an old friend and a newer one.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eve Rivers|Eve]], [[Garry]], [[Wendy Cooldown|Wendy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5yWR2xn9 Chapter 02 - Sausage Links]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eve grows impatient as H-Hour draws near.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eve Rivers|Eve]], [[Lauren]], [[Cynthia]], [[Rachel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Shattered Sword  ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/S6BKSwbz Chapter 01 - Paperwork]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jessica grapples with paperwork as she debates sending the Third Fleet to Boston. Meanwhile, a couple of Magical Girls are up to no good...&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jessica]], [[Diana]], [[Emi]], [[Ema]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Dimunsis ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== An Irish Girl's Wish ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZL8tbDUi Memorial To The Fallen]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 young girls from the Fourth are sent to protect the construction of the Walpurgis Memorial Project. Allegations are had and heated words are flung.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Nokota]], [[Natalie]], [[Ashlin]], [[Maria]], [[Edea]], [[Leah]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZCrzyNsu Guard Duty]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A new day begins as the girls are handed their orders. Maria and Edea talk about life, Lyssa talks with Nokota about a big secret, and Ashlin and Natalie get into a fight.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ashlin]], [[Lyssa]], [[Maria]], [[Natalie]], [[Edea]], [[Nokota]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5TtUWCGD Let's Be Friends!]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A punishment is dealt, and a week of sleeplessness rears its ugly head. But in the end, they're in for a rude awakening.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Lyssa]], [[Ashlin]], [[Natalie]], [[Edea]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Malal ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== House of Cards ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qR2wwEiV Human Resources 1: Peter Rabbit]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A night at home with the rabbit. Sometimes it's the best you can get.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/G9Tk2mV1 Human Resources 2: Guardian Angel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Welcome to the Third Officio. Perfect, if you know when to look the other way.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]], [[Megumi Minakata]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MhFaxGvm Human Resources 3: An Offer He Can't Refuse]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; What would you give for a dream?&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LHgMn4NB Human Resources 4: Parting Shots]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Sometimes, the best-laid plans look bad from moment one.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cqgkkQ4t Human Resources 5: The Rabbit and the Snake]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A parable of no meaning or significance.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5ZWYcDBi Mercy Killing 1: Near-Death Experience]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Izuho spends an afternoon as a test subject for an incomprehensible scientist.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Penelope Baines]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/W70pk3t7 Mercy Killing 2: Mirror, Mirror]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A day in the lives of the three Katayama sisters.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mizuki Katayama]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/zqZUsSw5 Mercy Killing 3: Daybreak]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; So begins the hunt.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mizuki Katayama]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]], [[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Shimizu Yumishita]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9hHdRVXW Human Resources 6: Croesus at Delphi]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Harumi deals with the aftermath of the hunt and discusses visions.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]], [[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Mizuki Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SFsTkTGb Mercy Killing 4: Mea Maxima Culpa]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; With the witch of this godforsaken barrier as my sole witness, I swear that I am innocent.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Shimizu Yumishita]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/CXZsfUi3 Human Resources 7: Make A Wish]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; In the end, we chose this.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Aoi Katsuragi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/bibBcHQq Pearly Gates 1: Rise and Shine]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Two nightmares: Those of a child, and a jaded connoisseur.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Megumi Minakata]], [[Kaede Morimoto]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cLkQ8U1q Mercy Killing 5: The Dragonslayer of Mitakihara]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Introducing the would-be hero of Mitakihara.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Yuko Miura]], [[Shimizu Yumishita]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Vmb4iDmM HR Holiday Special: All of the Other Incubators]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; They don't know how to do this - they probably shouldn't even be here - but maybe that's alright.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sanbey]], [[Harumi Ryouno]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Nubum ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Treasure Hunter Elaine ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wP41Aiv3 Chapter 1: Tomb Raider]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Our treasure hunter gives us a history lesson on the pyramids and the traps they contain.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/PivzJsCn Chapter 2: Back from the Dead]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Our treasure hunter wakes up a girl claiming to be Cleopatra.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]], [[Cleo]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WAeZStMr Chapter 3: Hedonism HQ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Elaine returns to the 14th officio and rejoices with Pius.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]], [[Cleo]], [[Pius]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Zweihart ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Trials of the Thrice-Cursed ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hN2sq9MB Chapter 0-1: Alone]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A content Magical Girl is spirited away by a freak encounter with a Witch and faces an ambush&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NixU0SW9 Chapter 0-2: Alone(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A panicked Magical Girl finds all proofs of her existence erased and tries to confirm whether or not this is the past.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hLpsiJX3 Chapter 1-1: Wildcards]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A disappointingly sober Magical Girl decides to get her shit together and is approached by a rude Callidus&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/iSPP23it Chapter 1-2: Wildcards(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A slightly entertained Magical Girl is dragged to a secret hide-out and flips her shit upon meeting a familiar Culexus. Long-delayed explanations happen. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/t9tu8rFK Chapter 1-3: Wildcards(C)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A soon-to-no-longer-be sober Magical Girl manages to get along with a German Culexus and teaches her the joys of Vodka.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qtLH4iVz Chapter 2-1: High Seas Slaughter]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet repels an unexpected assault&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LPrbU57s Chapter 2-2: High Seas Slaughter(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet moves in for a counter-attack&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/F2cMDX7D Chapter 2-3: High Seas Slaughter(C)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet stumbles onto a charnel and decides to enact some Justice.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/H4Cn9Hg0 Chapter 3-1: Cold Homes]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Debriefing happens, exposition is given, mind games are played.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/C8JhPq2c The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER I ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Things that were not meant to be have Happened. An Eversor driven to the brink of total inanity barges head first into Hell to save an old friend from herself.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Silke]], [[Suzume]],[[Ryuko]], [[Eterna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/jiYBrDTD The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER II ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; An isolated Magical Girl steps up her game and tracks down her target. An unwanted guest shows up along the way, resulting in wardrobe malfunction and tendrils.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/3DCbtZSp The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER III ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A Magical Girl in a hurry is pestered by a religious group and closes in on her goal.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/JzLj5GcS The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER IV ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A Magical Girl more or less reaches her target, suffers mindfucks and goes through a wide range of emotions.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Ahriman]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Planefag ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Anchoro ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/mmUV4xk6 untitled]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The young master gains an interest in the science of guns.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Fabiola]], [[Garcia]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Udonge ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Magical Strategist Serina Hunter ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wdAnT6C6 Chapter 1: The Perfect Wish]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serina gets ready for an important exam and thinks back on her wish.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serina]], [[Alyssa]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Hebiko ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Aurea Venen ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/dyUSZpUy Part 1: The Green Road]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A nameless girl is haunted by hallucinations. Surely they aren't real, right?&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QEctBrbD Part 2: Serzah &amp;amp; Cynn]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two girls just casually hanging out in an abandoned building. There's absolutely nothing wrong with them at all.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/XJWwc6XU Part 3: Demens I]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A squad of rookie megucas happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/HqeBgv7j Part 4: Demens II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serzah decides that the rookie magical girls need to leave. The only way she knows how.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]], ''Alexis''&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hX3g4Xtc Part 5: Skybreak]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serzah finishes up having fun, then makes another pet of a different variety.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]], [[Makky]], [[Morsel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Solatium ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/eSQ8xvd1 Part 1: Arxbound]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A girl bearing an oversized weapon combats against a witch, then returns home.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pira]], [[Nemi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Antary ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Singer ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/tqB9bsvP Singer 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A delinquent fights the Witch she made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Yuko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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=== One Shots ===&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/29989367/#p29995005 Training Montage]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Kaitlyn Kilburn &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kaitlyn]], [[Yuu]], [[Sabrina Cosworth]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/92isjRkG Red Angel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;TwiceBorn &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kharn]], [[Ahriman]], [[Malal]], [[Murderface]], [[Erebus]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/gmUXJBd2 Regrets]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 August 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Mami can't put the past behind her&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/csCvHJMT Mares of the Night]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;7 August 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Chiaki's dreams turn... unpleasant&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Chiaki]], [[Pinky]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/pZmxBnkz Red and Green]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 September 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Kyoko has a chat with Midori over lunch&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kyoko]], [[Midori]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hLu4HEab Layoffs]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Mami hosts the courier service party... and Sayaka issues staff layoffs &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mami]], [[Sayaka]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QPfnJcG4 Friday Night Magic with Magical Scrubbernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Halley Comet&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Amber invites Heather to play cards. Crunch Train ensues.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hK9wByrm &amp;quot;Are you afraid of dying ?&amp;quot;]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;hayate&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Rea recounts how she became a Vindicare. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Rea]], [[Malal]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/mH02uSAh Feast of Blades]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;TwiceBorn&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; “We no longer bear the Word, Honoria: we bear Nero. I confess, I've envied you, envied the Eighth, the Sixth, even the humble Seventeenth. And what terrifies me most, Honoria, is that I'm alone in my envy.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
--Letters to Honoria, by Leona Ornstein, Officio XIV Triarius &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Leona Ornstein]], [[Miralda Smough]], [[Nero]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Demetrious</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
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		<title>Write-ups</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wiki.magicalgirlnoir.com/index.php?title=Write-ups&amp;diff=2405"/>
		<updated>2015-02-10T00:33:30Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Demetrious: /* Anchoro */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Write-ups are canon stories not written by Deculture and posted at the ends of threads. Some are strongly connected to the main plot, but many develop other people and places within the setting and only occasionally cross over into the quest itself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first official write-up came after thread 86 and detailed Wendy Cooldown, Chiaki's forgotten acquaintance from the 8th Officio in California.  The second, Prose Magica by Archivalfag, debuted shortly afterward in thread 88, with the story of Odette and the 17th Officio in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These set the precedent for many writings within the setting. However, many still consider Wendy and Archivalfag's writings to be the most relevant to the quest's plot. Also notably relevant to readers of the quest is Rin's &amp;quot;Saga of the Sixteenth&amp;quot;, characters from which feature prominently in the Big Shell arc, starting in thread 174.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Categories on this list are ordered by the date of the author's debut. For example, all Wendy/NECO's writings are in categories at the top, followed by Archivalfag's. Write-ups within each category are ordered by the date they were posted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also relevant are the canon prequel, [[Magical Girl Noir Quest Gaiden - Forgotten Story]], and the [[Non-canon Write-ups]].&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Wendy Cooldown ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Wendy Cooldown and The Eighth ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A write-up series that focuses on the American Officio. The main character is Wendy Cooldown. &lt;br /&gt;
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{|class=&amp;quot;wikitable&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;line-height: 1.6em; width: 100%; border: 1px black solid;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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! style=&amp;quot;text-align: center; background: #ADADAD; width: 40%&amp;quot;|Description&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/1UVqk3Cu/ Ponytail]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;11 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and Nico go out and have &amp;quot;Fun&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Nicole]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/jbbV8KC0/ Ron]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;24 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Alpha Team does Game night.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mary]], [[Annie]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5QB1VfLx/ Gardern of Sinners]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and the Springfields garden with Miss Marigold.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mary]], [[Annie]], [[Amber]], [[Marigold]], [[Lily]], [[Dorothy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hw9YMb7p/ Squishy Pile:Excerpt from Sabrina Blackburns Diary]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sabrina gets a Culexus suit and tries out her powers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Amber]], [[Malal]], [[Eightball]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cAz9gBed/ Little Frilly Doll]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy gets to meet Kharn with Annie May.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Annie]], [[Kharn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WNgCF8Ly/ Home]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy meets &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; for the first time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Annie]], [[Mary]], [[Kharn]], [[Malal]], [[Chiaki| Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nLa0EjEz/ Hurricanrana]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy takes &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; out for burgers and a Baseball Game.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/f34VBksk/ Sugar Donut]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy takes Annie's sword to get it &amp;quot;fixed&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mary]], [[Amber]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/sLP51X6m/ Buttermilk]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; go for a night on the town, Murderface style. Things happen. Pancakes are made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]], [[Charles]], [[Mami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/e4sm5egh/ Movies-Excerpt from Sabrina Blackburn's Diary]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sabrina and Malal have some time off.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Malal]], [[Lily]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nav6TYcu/ Blue Roses]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot; go on a time-stop date.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]], [[Mami]], [[Lily]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nprSFDBX/ Witch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy and some of the Rabbits take out a Witch.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Viola]], [[Annie]], [[Eve Rivers|Eve]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/fHXVXFHV/ Luck and a Smile]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 April 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy meets the new Chiaki for the first time in a dream.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/exjfuNND/ Walkie Talkie: Excerpt from Sub Zero Security Records]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sabrina has a heart to heart with Mary Sue. Pre-suiting. Then she gets a visitor.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Mary]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/UcS35k7E/ Honest Feelings- Clip from Dorothy Wright's Video Diary]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Dorothy and Amber dress up Viola so she can go see everyone's favorite Blonde Goddess.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Dorothy]], [[Viola]], [[Amber]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/L8VFbSpc Green]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A green-haired magical girl falls back into bad habits and hits the bar.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;????&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/dimH1jcf Butterfly]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy visits a friend and has a bizarre encounter with a magical mask.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Nicole]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xeHrWRP6 Blood and Cigarettes]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy goes to a concert and gets to see Chiaki fuck shit up.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki]], [[Dorothy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/q88md2KW Church Business]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy has to make a sacrifice.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Himiko]], [[Aki]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TGCkk4Z2 Stray Cat Taming]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy sees what Mami is capable of.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Mami]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rtNPNgua Raining Again]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy finds out about a broken promise.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Kp0U6uZd Yuki-onna]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy gets what she really wanted for Christmas.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Chiaki|Chiaki as &amp;quot;Kong&amp;quot;]], [[Dorothy]], [[Mary]], [[Sabrina Blackburn]], [[Amber]], [[Nicole]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/red9whZ3 Sayaka's Date: Sharp Blue Style]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Sayaka and Amber talk about important things in a less serious setting.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sayaka]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/canq166i dreamygrrl]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy gets cold feet composing an email to her favorite doujin author.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Annie]], [[Pinky]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TXPPUrTc bad barbecue]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy surveys the aftermath of the attack on the church, and, with Mami's help, is made ready to meet Chiaki face to face.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Amber]], [[Mami]], [[Aki]], [[Jade]], [[Yulia]], [[Shiraki]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/M2ugac52 not a date]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy finally meets her favorite doujin author face to face. Sort of.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Wendy]], [[Uboa]], [[Midori]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== The Second and the Black Templars ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KHePSEc1 The Tale of Arturia Pendragon: A King Must Stand Alone Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Arturia and Company, shortly after she walked in on her Warmaster and Kharn... &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Arturia]], [[Malal]], [[Raleigh]], [[Gertrud]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/BLPeHrRW The Account of the Damned: Four Hours]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The Templars prepare en-route to Walpurgisnacht. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Raleigh]], [[Enyo]], [[Vivian]], [[Mordred]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/zv4biMwr The Account of the Damned, ch. 2: Saws]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Raleigh deals with the reality of losing all her limbs. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Raleigh]], [[Enyo]], [[Cosette]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KPZjdWP1 The Account of the Damned, ch. 3: Shards of Red]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Raleigh pesters Arty, then looks to bolster the Templars' diminished ranks. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Raleigh]], [[Enyo]], [[Arturia]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== NECO Case Logs ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/iHMHvXw4 Case Log - 20XX (about three years ago) - Rabbit-Face]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Izumi]], [[Sayaka]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/2FYmnNAs Case Log - 20XX (about two years ago) - Kharn]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Izumi]], [[Malal]], [[Kharn]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== 20th Logs ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9QW5eFtT (20th Agent Log) Escape from Sex Gulag]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A callidus gets a game over and goes out for ice cream.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Satou]], [[Rin]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/3WyEJe5u (20th Spymaster Log) Old Friends]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two old friends discuss their jobs and possibilities.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[&amp;quot;Severine&amp;quot;]], [[&amp;quot;Monique&amp;quot;]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KFy7Qd0E (20th Spymaster Log) Yatagarasu]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two old friends discuss current events and possibilities.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Satou]], [[Vintage]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
==== Iori Minase ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/atUskTfu Iori and the Noose]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Iori]], [[Ruri]], [[Hatachikawa-P]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ctdCsu8d Iori and the Sandwich]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Iori is told to dance to Ruri's tune like everyone else. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Maki Albrecht Wakahisa]], [[Ruri Kirishima]], [[Iori Minase]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Archivalfag ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Prose Magica, Ballad of the Seventeenth ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0CD6b9T6/ Prose Magica Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Odette, Gertrude and Lotte while a Magical Girl gets kidnapped.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Gertrude]], [[Heidi]], [[Freida]], [[Lotte]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wKDADPM3/ Prose Magica Part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette heads back to base, meets Tyler and talks to Heidi.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Holly]], [[Tyler]], [[Heidi]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/W7mQmU0B/ Prose Magica Part 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Therese wakes up and gets briefed. Odette has an episode and writes poetry.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Therese]], [[Tyler]], [[Holly]], [[Molly]], [[Odette]], [[Lotte]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/e7yBtYat/ Prose Magica Part 4]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette searches for clues to Freida's disappearance and gets an odd message, Theresa makes a speech to Freida's squad.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Gertrude]], [[Holly]], [[Therese]], [[Fredrica]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cY64ryR9/ Prose Magica Part 5]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 &amp;amp; 24 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Therese chat outside her apartment. Fredrica does some asking and fights with Tyler. Fubey talks with Holly and Odette finds something strange.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Therese]], [[Fredrica]], [[Fubey]], [[Holly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RrMnXMHQ/ Prose Magica Part 6]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 May 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Megan and Mona get sent to interrogate a man by Fubey, what they find out is disturbing. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Fubey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/fjivLrQw/ Prose Magica Part 7]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette wakes up with Lotte again, gets a call from Therese and has a chat. Lotte tells Therese something interesting. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Therese]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Fubey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xYmPNWBr/ Prose Magica Part 8]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Lotte examine a room, then hang with Megan and Mona. Odette cries. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/p580h7Jk/ Prose Magica Part 9]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The girls bust down a club and discover their quarry has escaped. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Therese]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/CPkPEJp7/ Prose Magica Part 10]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 June 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Mona reach Mona's house in time to find Fennel. Things don't go well. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Mona]], [[Fennel]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/HWLYiEGu/ Prose Magica: Nightcall]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Khan, expert driver and Culexus of the 17th as she drives Fredrica and Gertrude, then gets an order no one wants.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Khan]], [[Gertrude]], [[Fredrica]], [[Molly]], [[Mona]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/AMBMTdcC/ Prose Magica: A Spoonful of Sugar part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We meet Dr. Emma Strauss and her &amp;quot;Helper&amp;quot; as well as a...customer.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Milica]], [[Ofelia]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/nZvu6Lvw/ Prose Magica part 11]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Therese rages, Molly talks to Fubey, Mona wakes up and talks to Meg, Lotte is up to something .&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Therese]], [[Tyler]], [[Molly]], [[Fubey]], [[Mona]], [[Meg]], [[Lotte]], [[Surrey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wyWqi3eq/ Prose Magica part 12]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;2 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Lotte reminisces as Odette continues to be missing. Then she plots more.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Lotte]], [[Harriet]], [[The Bartender]], [[Surrey]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/43RT59yu/ Prose Magica Part 13]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette beats up a surprisingly helpful girl.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Brie]], [[Fennel]], [[Holly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/S0FKFefd/ Prose Magica: A Spoonful of Sugar part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A group of bounty hunters come to regret their choice of target.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Milica]], [[Jiang]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/53nAcWWL/ Prose Magica Part 14]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette wakes in a friendly setting. Her warmaster has some troubling thoughts.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[The Bartender]], [[The Russian]], [[Fubey]], [[Holly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/4RLDfcML/ Prose Magica: The Exile of Doctor Strauss part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Emma Strauss tactfully handles her retirement.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Thorne]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0XvsfS0F/ Prose Magica Part 15]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A nightmare leaves Odette seeking comfort with her new roommate. Frederica gets promoted.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Lotte]], [[Frederica]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/r0ufpVcW/ Prose Magica Part 16]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette sees a name she'd prefer to forget and pays visit to a prisoner.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Holly]], [[Megan]], [[Mona]], [[Fennel]], [[Xiaomei]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/95CcvRt0/ Prose Magica Part 17]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Odette and Fubey meet with old friends, while sinister forces continue to brew in the background.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Fubey]], [[Kelzang]], [[Heidi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/zPWb1Ksj Prose Magica Part 18]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Therese tends to the duties of being a Warmaster and Odette makes a proposition. As it turns out, some sins aren't so easily forgotten.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Therese]], [[Fubey]], [[Chloe]], [[Fredrica]], [[Lotte]], [[Harriet]], [[Holly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/6XZ1fxKu/ Prose Magica: The Exile of Doctor Strauss part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;13 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Emma Strauss meets with an accomplice.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Prime]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/c4eWGS1j Prose Magica Part 19]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The hooks must be destroyed.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Holly]], [[Therese]], [[Tyler]], [[Fubey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cRVyKYUF Prose Magica Part 20]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Fubey and Odette come to an agreement. A villain is introduced.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Odette]], [[Fubey]], [[Prime]], [[Tilly]], [[Ingrid]], [[Shion]], [[Surrey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GM4bWv4V Prose Magica: A Serious House on Serious Earth]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Prime meets an acquaintance from the Church and discusses plans for the Seventeenth.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Prime]], [[Eliphas]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/2cGhaJVN Prose Magica 21]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Mona nervously waits for a call. The Bartender humors a magician.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mona]], [[Meg]], [[Odette]], [[The Bartender]], [[May]], [[Lotte]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Kingdom of Flies ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SKxB1mJ9 Pandæmonium]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Thorne wakes up after the Varrigan City Massacre and runs into one of the most dangerous magical girls in the world.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Thorne]], [[Typhus]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/z0weSvw6 Into the Wolf's Den]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Thorne meets with an old acquaintance. Typhus has an adorable breakfast.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Thorne]], [[Typhus]], [[Gavrill]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SeGzJCjJ Red Sands of Paradise]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Gavrill returns to the Blood God's Arena and relives her last gladiator fight.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gavrill]], [[Kharn]], [[Emma Strauss|Dr. Strauss]], [[Thorne]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Blood and Iron ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/36BbBRri The Morticians Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The MS Pulchritudinous receives grim news.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Clare]], [[Fabulous Billie]], [[Joe]], [[Fran]], [[Nigel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Starasp ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Night Owls ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26006907/#p26009781/ Night Owls Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We're introduced to Caroline and Ana, part of the 8th Officio right after they get their first mission. Things are normal. For the 8th. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]], [[Kheda]], [[Prina]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26541547/#p26544724/ Night Owls Part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 August 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The girls find out their mission is a stakeout and Ana drags them to the armorers. Things explode.  &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]], [[Ash]], [[Riggs]], [[Char]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28101580/#p28104468/ Night Owls Part 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;  &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Caroline]], [[Anna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Midori Hanegawa ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Green Green Magica ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26067149/#p26070898/ Green Green Magica Chapter 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 July 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;We peek into the past of our favorite broccoli-head before she becomes a Magical Girl. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Midori]], [[Yukiko]], [[Ryoutarou]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== -That- Guy ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Gina Falette ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/fP2uKCGj Night hunting]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WsWRLqrn The one day to show off]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;11 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rK7ARtXR Adjourning]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 September 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/huJZCgnt Rising and Falling Stars]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Sami]], [[Izzy]], [[Megan]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SFw8TASW Finale of the beginning]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]], [[Izzy]], [[Sami]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/2bFiZVh4 One of the good days]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]], [[Izzy]], [[Sami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Q1BiAiec Times by the fire]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Megan]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qb2PynED Slippery Slope of Rust and Steel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Gina]], [[Izzy]], [[Eightball]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/8RqdBPJn Black Date]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A date is rudely interrupted, twice. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sami]], [[Izzy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Rin ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Saga of the Sixteenth  ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qLV9DWyW Saga of the Sixteenth, Part I: Reveille]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 October 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Abbadon]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QN6e9sSp Saga of the Sixteenth, Part II: The Only Easy Day...]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7WWqTmtb Saga of the Sixteenth, Part III: Guns of the First]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;13 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Alicia]], [[Artemis]], [[Jyuro]], [[The White Devil]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/10qCu8t8 Saga of the Sixteenth, Part IV: Shitcurity]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 December 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pawn]], [[Two-Hands]], [[Freon]], [[Sonja]], [[Kyousuke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Nath ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== MGNQ: World War II ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xjkhycZG MGNQ: World War II Chapter 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A remote town is attacked by German soldiers. In desperation, a contract is made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Kelzang]], [[Dieter]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/KNwqAk0K MGNQ: World War II Chapter 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;As they flee, the unlikely trio get to know each other. A murky soul gem adds a new complication.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Paria]], [[Dieter]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RDXc7M14 MGNQ: World War II Chapter 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A radio broadcast leads to an important decision and a tough battle.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Claire]], [[Mireille]], [[Amelia]], [[Paria]], [[Dieter]], [[Grace]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Red ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Magicae Damnatorum ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28487620/#p28492070 Magicae Damnatorum Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Red]], [[&amp;quot;Mom&amp;quot;]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Ratmie ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== The Riddle of Witch Flesh ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28576486/#p28579935 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;30 November 2013&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; An excerpt from &amp;quot;On the Nature of Witches&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/30430809/#p30435267 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 2]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; In a letter to Kaoru, Umika explains why she left the Tenth, and what she gained in return.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31295879/#p31301601 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 3]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;6 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about an unreasonably dangerous Witch Hunt. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Panna]], [[Popelka]], [[Karla]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qtEENwg2 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 4]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about the following oddly depressing Witch Hunt. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Popelka]], [[Karla]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/mRTAjXV7 The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 5] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jarmila writes about her friends, as well as her foes. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Juunibey]], [[Martina]], [[Toyen]], [[Panna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|- &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7iqbbQud The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 6] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Martina recounts her hunt on a most dangerous game. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Martina]], [[Panna]], [[Karolína]], [[Jarmila]], [[Toyen]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|-  &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/eGixZeCX The Riddle of Witch Flesh: Part 7] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; The 12th's leadership discusses feelings. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jarmila]], [[Panna]], [[Martina]], [[Toyen]], [[Umika]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
|- &lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Attarou ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam ====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/gLK3DiHk Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 January 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; We meet Eleanor as she deals with the horrors of paperwork.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/8VuuNbjN Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather makes a mess and chases down Eleanor.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ThZpzEyY Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 March 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor beats Heather in a fight, and Heather ropes her into training.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cAVaLYep Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Torturer Suzi Berry]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor is put through a workout and faces down the Spider Room.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Heather]], [[Suzi]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/sKxgcdy8 Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Aristocrat &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor is dragged to a tea party and has a breakdown.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Suzi]], [[Milly]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/A5pgj6jd Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus The New Blood]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather matches wits with a Callidus, celebrates with a new squad, and stumbles upon something urgent. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Madge]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/aeRaKSSd Omake: Everything is Terrible]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor and Wendy talk over the phone about the current state of things. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/69rizMVc Magical Torturer Suzi Berry versus Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Suzi and Heather settle their disagreements by fighting it out.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Suzi]], [[Heather]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0jSbuN4A Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Grind Part I]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor eats a meager lunch and reflects on her mistakes.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Milly]], [[Eightball]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MHpHH0Zg Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Grind Part II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor remembers meeting a not-unfriendly figure before she was deported.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Eightball]], [[Wendy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/27B0BAqB Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam and Magical Assassin Wendy Cooldown]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;20 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather crashes Eleanor and Wendy's slumber party.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Heather]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SWJJv1xK Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The Witch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 June 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Things go horribly, horribly wrong inside a witch barrier.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Heather]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hieYhf5A Magical Assassin Wendy Cooldown versus The Great Sage of the Outback Leman Russ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;4 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Wendy comforts Eleanor as the Sixth's Warmaster weighs in on the situation. Eleanor reveals her greatest ambition.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]], [[Leman Russ]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/RN6Qa05P Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Patient Gardener Dahlia Marigold]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;18 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Heather gets down and dirty, and disappears with a pair of suspicious strangers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Marigold]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GccxEx14 Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus The Nakajima Sisters]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 July 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Amber and Jade throw just about everything they've got at Heather. It ends in ice cream.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]], [[Xiaomei]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/im2gRCbd Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Swashbuckler Kai Cress]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor's new morning routine is interrupted by a pirate. Milly says the wrong thing.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]], [[Madge]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xNjSf4zP Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Aristocrat &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz Redux]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eleanor fights Milly, and has regrets at the conclusion.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]], [[Madge]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MmwcQ8Gn Omake: We Need A Hero]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Amber and Jade call up Heather to request a favor. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hMDqk18p Magical Torturer Suzi Berry versus Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Suzi drags Eleanor to a party and chats with Madge.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Suzi]], [[Eleanor]], [[Madge]], [[Leman Russ]], [[Kai]], [[Belinda]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GXxqNHx8 Omake: Good Luck]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor reflects on the day with Wendy, and receives a surprise. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Wendy]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qe4vyNkd Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is harassed by Amber, the Spiritual Liege, and a Rank Leader. Jade takes pictures.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]], [[Xiaomei]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qrRB3JJX Omake: Running]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor tries to quit running laps. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Kai]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Gm8L1MqJ Ordinary Girl Heather Crunch versus the Nakajima Sisters]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather tries to rely on her wits instead of her powers.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/p7SPvqf5 Omake: We Promised]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Amber and Jade deal with the aftermath and fulfill a promise. Sort of. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/xcU7MXZW Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus The New Grind]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; After a rough start, Eleanor has a pretty good morning at work.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Marina]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Nd0uGFzF Omake: We Can Rebuild Her]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; With Heather stitched up, Amber and Jade argue over what to do next. Jade has an idea. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/izz5JGVk Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Entrepreneur Jael Russ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor has a talk with her boss.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael Russ]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/6aX4H1QA Omake: Dressing Up]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is measured for new clothes. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Jade]], [[Amber]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/TWtqVHzQ Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Mermaid Miss St. Maur]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor is completely out of her depth.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Suzi]], [[Marina|St. Maur]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/s8zBpdC2 Omake: Distracted]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather's focus isn't on what the Soul Temperer is telling her. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MiZ59L5Q Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko II: The Shoutening]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather dons her new clothes and meets with the Soul Temperer of the Seventh once more.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/EXNtCq0p Omake: Prepare Yourself]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;15 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor discovers something really terrifying is set to occur. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Marina]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/DhMFcfAC Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather is left alone. Very, very alone.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/rPXhBbav Omake: Hit Me]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor stands in front of a firing squad. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Blue|Belinda]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/tWycVwYd Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Sawbones Tanis Nagi]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor wakes up in a hospital bed.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7eV2Hpsb Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam versus Magical Hanzer &amp;quot;Milly&amp;quot; Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor runs for her life.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/7eV2Hpsb Magical Scribe Eleanor Slam and Magical Sawbones Tanis Nagi versus Magical Hanzer “Milly” Schulz]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor and Tanis fight back.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]], [[Milly]], [[Madge]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/i0viy7ST Omake: New Messages]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor checks her answering machine. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Tanis]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/D8Fcpea0 Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch and Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Heather gets some calls and voices her concerns.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9G9AKvNK Omake: My Treat]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jael is surprisingly happy about Eleanor's victory. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LtjK60pc Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch versus Magical Ascetic Valentina Tenko III: It Takes Two to Tenko]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Tenko puts Heather through some trust building exercises, among other things.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZhMv4p70 Omake: Surprisingly Good]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eleanor gets an unexpected gift. Accompanies the previous piece.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eleanor]], [[Jael]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== /a/nonymous magica ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Magical Girl Noir Zero ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RaSvfdl6t-aSyvULVFmoG8Tm0fBgmVVGfEQFntsbGsU Magical Girl Noir/Zero Episode 1: Hunter]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ayano]], [[Eiji]], [[Ruby]], [[Charlotte]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== TwiceBorn ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Touno Asai ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NaivyVwW Deliverance]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Touno]], [[Murderface]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/EZQT16G5 Corpse Master]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;7 May 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Touno]], [[Kyouko]], [[Mami]], [[Kyubey]], [[Valthex]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== The Iron Circle ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/0yLT5dup Chapter I: Olympia]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Honoka, a Vindicare of the Ninth, meets the Fourth Officio.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Pinky]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LDpL5MsR Chapter II: Dodekatheon]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;9 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Exploration of the mysterious Fourth Officio.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Yda Stradale]], [[Ach Stradale]], [[Felicia Thematica]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/GUsKAeJy Chapter III: Mechanicus]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Secrets of the Fourth's Mechanicus.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]], [[Petra]], [[Barbara]], [[Fiona Mac Manus]], [[Luka Chrom]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/uSgqEXSg Chapter IV: Iron Without]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;22 August 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Someone is watching the Olympia. Meanwhile, Honoka takes the Mark IV 'Maximus' suit for a spin.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WQvyJPM0 Chapter V: Murderers]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The Fourth Officio discovers what happened to their 'Indomitus' Terminator prototype. Meanwhile, Barbara gets ready to party.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Petra, Fiona, Barbara, Tiny Pete]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NMpJXfGR Chapter VI: Skitarii]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Honoka meets a Skitarius for the first time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Honoka, Amal, Lau]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Steph ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Five Red Petals  ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/T2U6jeQz Chapter 01 - Promise of Reunion]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Eve meets an old friend and a newer one.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eve Rivers|Eve]], [[Garry]], [[Wendy Cooldown|Wendy]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5yWR2xn9 Chapter 02 - Sausage Links]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Eve grows impatient as H-Hour draws near.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Eve Rivers|Eve]], [[Lauren]], [[Cynthia]], [[Rachel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Shattered Sword  ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/S6BKSwbz Chapter 01 - Paperwork]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Jessica grapples with paperwork as she debates sending the Third Fleet to Boston. Meanwhile, a couple of Magical Girls are up to no good...&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Jessica]], [[Diana]], [[Emi]], [[Ema]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Dimunsis ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== An Irish Girl's Wish ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZL8tbDUi Memorial To The Fallen]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;5 young girls from the Fourth are sent to protect the construction of the Walpurgis Memorial Project. Allegations are had and heated words are flung.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Nokota]], [[Natalie]], [[Ashlin]], [[Maria]], [[Edea]], [[Leah]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/ZCrzyNsu Guard Duty]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A new day begins as the girls are handed their orders. Maria and Edea talk about life, Lyssa talks with Nokota about a big secret, and Ashlin and Natalie get into a fight.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Ashlin]], [[Lyssa]], [[Maria]], [[Natalie]], [[Edea]], [[Nokota]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5TtUWCGD Let's Be Friends!]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A punishment is dealt, and a week of sleeplessness rears its ugly head. But in the end, they're in for a rude awakening.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Lyssa]], [[Ashlin]], [[Natalie]], [[Edea]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Malal ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== House of Cards ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qR2wwEiV Human Resources 1: Peter Rabbit]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A night at home with the rabbit. Sometimes it's the best you can get.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/G9Tk2mV1 Human Resources 2: Guardian Angel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Welcome to the Third Officio. Perfect, if you know when to look the other way.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]], [[Megumi Minakata]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/MhFaxGvm Human Resources 3: An Offer He Can't Refuse]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; What would you give for a dream?&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LHgMn4NB Human Resources 4: Parting Shots]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Sometimes, the best-laid plans look bad from moment one.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cqgkkQ4t Human Resources 5: The Rabbit and the Snake]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A parable of no meaning or significance.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/5ZWYcDBi Mercy Killing 1: Near-Death Experience]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Izuho spends an afternoon as a test subject for an incomprehensible scientist.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Penelope Baines]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/W70pk3t7 Mercy Killing 2: Mirror, Mirror]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A day in the lives of the three Katayama sisters.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mizuki Katayama]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/zqZUsSw5 Mercy Killing 3: Daybreak]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; So begins the hunt.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mizuki Katayama]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]], [[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Shimizu Yumishita]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/9hHdRVXW Human Resources 6: Croesus at Delphi]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Harumi deals with the aftermath of the hunt and discusses visions.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Hitomi Masame]], [[Izuho Taniguchi]], [[Mizuki Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/SFsTkTGb Mercy Killing 4: Mea Maxima Culpa]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; With the witch of this godforsaken barrier as my sole witness, I swear that I am innocent.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Shimizu Yumishita]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/CXZsfUi3 Human Resources 7: Make A Wish]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; In the end, we chose this.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Harumi Ryouno]], [[Sanbey]], [[Aoi Katsuragi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/bibBcHQq Pearly Gates 1: Rise and Shine]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Two nightmares: Those of a child, and a jaded connoisseur.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Megumi Minakata]], [[Kaede Morimoto]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/cLkQ8U1q Mercy Killing 5: The Dragonslayer of Mitakihara]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Introducing the would-be hero of Mitakihara.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Yuko Miura]], [[Shimizu Yumishita]], [[Mitsuko Katayama]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Vmb4iDmM HR Holiday Special: All of the Other Incubators]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; They don't know how to do this - they probably shouldn't even be here - but maybe that's alright.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Sanbey]], [[Harumi Ryouno]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Nubum ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Treasure Hunter Elaine ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wP41Aiv3 Chapter 1: Tomb Raider]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;17 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Our treasure hunter gives us a history lesson on the pyramids and the traps they contain.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/PivzJsCn Chapter 2: Back from the Dead]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Our treasure hunter wakes up a girl claiming to be Cleopatra.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]], [[Cleo]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/WAeZStMr Chapter 3: Hedonism HQ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Elaine returns to the 14th officio and rejoices with Pius.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Elaine]], [[Cleo]], [[Pius]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Zweihart ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Trials of the Thrice-Cursed ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hN2sq9MB Chapter 0-1: Alone]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A content Magical Girl is spirited away by a freak encounter with a Witch and faces an ambush&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/NixU0SW9 Chapter 0-2: Alone(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;19 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A panicked Magical Girl finds all proofs of her existence erased and tries to confirm whether or not this is the past.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hLpsiJX3 Chapter 1-1: Wildcards]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A disappointingly sober Magical Girl decides to get her shit together and is approached by a rude Callidus&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/iSPP23it Chapter 1-2: Wildcards(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;26 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A slightly entertained Magical Girl is dragged to a secret hide-out and flips her shit upon meeting a familiar Culexus. Long-delayed explanations happen. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/t9tu8rFK Chapter 1-3: Wildcards(C)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A soon-to-no-longer-be sober Magical Girl manages to get along with a German Culexus and teaches her the joys of Vodka.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/qtLH4iVz Chapter 2-1: High Seas Slaughter]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet repels an unexpected assault&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/LPrbU57s Chapter 2-2: High Seas Slaughter(B)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet moves in for a counter-attack&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/F2cMDX7D Chapter 2-3: High Seas Slaughter(C)]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;8 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A magical duet stumbles onto a charnel and decides to enact some Justice.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/H4Cn9Hg0 Chapter 3-1: Cold Homes]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Debriefing happens, exposition is given, mind games are played.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Suzume]], [[Silke]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/C8JhPq2c The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER I ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;23 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Things that were not meant to be have Happened. An Eversor driven to the brink of total inanity barges head first into Hell to save an old friend from herself.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Silke]], [[Suzume]],[[Ryuko]], [[Eterna]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/jiYBrDTD The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER II ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; An isolated Magical Girl steps up her game and tracks down her target. An unwanted guest shows up along the way, resulting in wardrobe malfunction and tendrils.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/3DCbtZSp The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER III ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A Magical Girl in a hurry is pestered by a religious group and closes in on her goal.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/JzLj5GcS The Nightmare Returns: X-CHAPTER IV ]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; A Magical Girl more or less reaches her target, suffers mindfucks and goes through a wide range of emotions.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; [[Ryuko]], [[Ahriman]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Planefag ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Garcia Lovelace ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/mmUV4xk6 Anchoro]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The young master gains an interest in the science of guns.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Fabiola]], [[Garcia]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/Aupxnt9w The First Lesson]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;25 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;The young master passes his first test.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Fabiola]], [[Garcia]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|)&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Udonge ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==== Magical Strategist Serina Hunter ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/wdAnT6C6 Chapter 1: The Perfect Wish]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;31 October 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serina gets ready for an important exam and thinks back on her wish.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serina]], [[Alyssa]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Hebiko ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Aurea Venen ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/dyUSZpUy Part 1: The Green Road]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;14 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A nameless girl is haunted by hallucinations. Surely they aren't real, right?&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QEctBrbD Part 2: Serzah &amp;amp; Cynn]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Two girls just casually hanging out in an abandoned building. There's absolutely nothing wrong with them at all.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/XJWwc6XU Part 3: Demens I]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A squad of rookie megucas happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/HqeBgv7j Part 4: Demens II]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;29 November 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serzah decides that the rookie magical girls need to leave. The only way she knows how.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]], ''Alexis''&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hX3g4Xtc Part 5: Skybreak]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;12 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Serzah finishes up having fun, then makes another pet of a different variety.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Serzah]], [[Cynn]], [[Makky]], [[Morsel]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Solatium ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/eSQ8xvd1 Part 1: Arxbound]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;21 December 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A girl bearing an oversized weapon combats against a witch, then returns home.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Pira]], [[Nemi]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Antary ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Singer ====&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/tqB9bsvP Singer 1]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;A delinquent fights the Witch she made.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Yuko]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=== One Shots ===&lt;br /&gt;
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{|class=&amp;quot;wikitable&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;line-height: 1.6em; width: 100%; border: 1px black solid;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/29989367/#p29995005 Training Montage]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 February 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Kaitlyn Kilburn &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kaitlyn]], [[Yuu]], [[Sabrina Cosworth]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/92isjRkG Red Angel]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;28 April 2014&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;TwiceBorn &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kharn]], [[Ahriman]], [[Malal]], [[Murderface]], [[Erebus]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/gmUXJBd2 Regrets]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 August 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Mami can't put the past behind her&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mami]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/csCvHJMT Mares of the Night]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;7 August 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Chiaki's dreams turn... unpleasant&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Chiaki]], [[Pinky]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/pZmxBnkz Red and Green]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;3 September 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Kyoko has a chat with Midori over lunch&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Kyoko]], [[Midori]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hLu4HEab Layoffs]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;27 September 2012&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Artemi&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Mami hosts the courier service party... and Sayaka issues staff layoffs &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Mami]], [[Sayaka]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/QPfnJcG4 Friday Night Magic with Magical Scrubbernaut Heather Crunch]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;10 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Halley Comet&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;Amber invites Heather to play cards. Crunch Train ensues.&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Heather]], [[Tenko]], [[Amber]], [[Jade]]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/hK9wByrm &amp;quot;Are you afraid of dying ?&amp;quot;]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;16 January 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;hayate&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; Rea recounts how she became a Vindicare. &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Rea]], [[Malal]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[http://pastebin.com/mH02uSAh Feast of Blades]&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;1 February 2015&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;TwiceBorn&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt; “We no longer bear the Word, Honoria: we bear Nero. I confess, I've envied you, envied the Eighth, the Sixth, even the humble Seventeenth. And what terrifies me most, Honoria, is that I'm alone in my envy.”&lt;br /&gt;
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--Letters to Honoria, by Leona Ornstein, Officio XIV Triarius &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;N/A&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
|&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;[[Leona Ornstein]], [[Miralda Smough]], [[Nero]] &amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Demetrious</name></author>
		
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