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(This is a joint post between: Cinia Pacifica and BagMan.)

Raguel was unhappy. The world was more lawless than ever, and there was only so much one fallen angel could do. This world needed him, it just didn’t know it yet. His wings fanned out behind him in the strong winds high in the sky as Raguel silently brooded.

There were many in the lawless earth that deserved no chances, those who should be executed on the spot and there were also those that were innocent, few and far between. However, Raguel could do nothing by himself and the time for that dreaded game was drawing nearer.

As Raguel looked down to the earth, he came across a sight of greenery. Grass, plants, trees. Moreover, gardens of beautiful blooming flowers – mostly filled with roses. A world such as this still held such a serene sight. As he shifted his sight from the flowers, he saw a mansion. A large establishment of deep-brown and red in color. It seemed relatively empty and unpopulated for the most part, until he saw the sight of a peculiar being sitting across a table beside the garden, outside the mansion.

There was a strange vibe he felt from this lady...

Raguel smiled, recognising the face of another from heaven. Gracefully descending towards her, his wings beating slowly, he landed in front of her.

“So this is where you’ve been holed up,” Raguel remarked, “Ignacia.”

The lady referred to as Ignacia didn’t move to the words. Instead, she chose to resume her activities coldly; simply picking up the cup of tea placed before her – her eyelids closed as she took a sip from it casually. “Raguel, yes?” She asked before placing it back on the saucer. “Didn’t think I’d meet you so soon.”

Ignacia was clad in a red top, and a dark-red skirt. She wore black arm-long pair of gloves and a pair of thigh-long black stockings to go with her attire. Her hair’s color was a mixture of auburn and blonde; neatly tied into twin tails with black-lacy ribbons. Her pupils’ color was of a vivid crimson, with which she viewed the radiant sun with a pleasant look; apparently enjoying the weather.

“How have you been?” Raguel asked, making small talk.

“Under the weather lately,” Ignacia replied, almost immediately. Her expression was plain. Some would find it to be a waste – with how gifted she was with her facial features – for her to not make use of her natural beauty. However, Ignacia doesn’t share such sentiments of human beings, much less understand them to the great degree to actually come to an agreement. “This world – it’s a little suffocating at the moment,” she said. Ignacia had been making similar comments regarding the world for quite some time now. In fact, she was tired of the news and the occurrences of the law’s breakdown. To escape the madness of the world; she came out here to relax and have a nice cup of tea. Her maid’s tea was always relaxing.

“Unsurprising, a world without laws is no world at all,” Raguel commented, sounding displeased.

“Indeed, I’ve never witnessed such an unsettling situation ever since I’ve came down here,” Ignacia stated, heaving a sigh as she made a complicated expression, which was edging towards a clear frown, but it continued to remain blank as it had been so far.

“How long ago was that?” Raguel said, half jokingly.

“Hmm… I’d say quite recently; not too long ago, in fact,” Ignacia muttered an answer, after taking the liberty to ponder for a moment regarding Raguel’s question.

“I’ve been stuck down here for too long,” Raguel said, “Long enough to have seen the greed and injustice humans spawn.” Raguel offered his hand to Ignacia.

“As fellow Angels I think we should work together to fix this world,” he stated his proposition.

“Hm,” Ignacia – once again – took her sweet time considering a suitable reply for Raguel’s offer, before finally speaking up, “I, too, have witnessed human treachery, and the sins they plot and commit,” she agreed, standing up from the chair. It was the first time she faced Raguel – their eyes finally meeting. “Moreover, it was I, who was plotted against,” she stated, showing a melancholic smile. “I agree. This world indeed needs its remedy.”

“So you will help me?” Raguel asked.

“Yes, I don’t see a problem with it. You wish for a world with proper law and order, yes?” Ignacia asked – her lips stretching to make a smile – confirming Raguel’s motives.

“That is all I ask,” Raguel nodded, “Justice must be carried out.”

“I want a world with better culture and morals, but justice too, is compulsory, and is definitely in need,” Ignacia stated, giving a single nod to signalize her favor towards the concept of †˜justice’. “...However, I’d love to know; why have you fallen?” She asked, with her smiles taken down. She didn’t know what to expect for an answer. Some came down from the Heavens; choosing to fall down to the earth for their own reasons. Usually they’re due to disagreements. Other than that; Old God would punish angels and have them forever wander the lands of mortals.

Raguel looked darkly at Ignacia, “I chose to fall,” he answered, “The Old God is unjust and lazy, I could no longer serve under him.”

Ignacia raised an eyebrow to this confession. So it was the former – she thought. Certainly, it’s what marked a sane angel. “Oh, so you’ve finally realized? Good for you,” Ignacia said, apparently happy that someone shared the views as herself. ““Someone like him – who toys with humanity merely for his personal joy and pleasure – should be disallowed from owning the throne.”

“I agree,” Raguel said, “There is no good he can do for this world, as much as I detest the greed of humans, he is the true injustice.”

“Indeed,” Ignacia agreed, before turning to face her mansion after coming to a realization about something. “I’ll have to prepare myself for this childish game that he has devised. What will you be doing now?” Ignacia asked. Frankly, she didn’t think Raguel had any particular place to go to. Ignacia was aware of the world’s current state, so was Raguel; it’d be cruel to let him go back to the chaotic parts of this city – Pasadena – now. Her manners and social etiquette spoke for themselves as she came to a conclusion for her next set of words, “I don’t mind letting you enter my manor, of course.”

“I would be most grateful,” Raguel said, accepting Ignacia’s offer.

“Feel free to make yourself at home, then,” Ignacia said with a gesture of a proper host as she made way into her home.

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

The floors were mostly covered in red carpets. There were many portraits – works of arts – put up in the walls. Other than the color of red, one could see gold intricate designs. Ignacia ushered Raguel towards the fine-looking furnitures as she made way up the stairs. There was a television on in the walls, and Raguel could see it clearly. It seemed to be portraying some of the most violent events going on while the government was in an absolute mess; unable to deal with it...

“If you wish to make yourself more comfortable, feel free to ask for anything from my maid over there,” Ignacia said from the staircase – halfway over it – before moving on.

Removing his helmet, Raguel revealed his shoulder length brown hair and chiseled features, “Thank you for allowing me to enter your home,” Raguel said apologetically to Ignacia before turning to the maid, “I hope it’s not too much trouble,” he continued bowing to the maid.

“Oh no. If there is anything you wish to have, please ask,” the maid said, putting up a hand in the face of the humble and proper gentleman. “If there’s nothing, I’d insist in at least getting you a cold glass of water,” she offered.

“That would be most appreciated,” Raguel nodded, before taking a seat nearby.

“Please wait a moment, then,” the maid gave the smile of a professional before giving a terse bow and going off to get water at a brisk pace, as Raguel took a seat into the comfortable sofa.

“This is awful,” Raguel said, almost disappointed, as he saw the horrible events unfolding on television, “This is not Justice,” he said as if he was a disapproving father.

The maid brought the glass of water, and placed it before Raguel in the transparent table. “Thank you for waiting,” she said before backing away silently.

“And that’s the tip of the iceberg,” Ignacia claimed, coming down from the stairs now, few minutes had already passed by now. The events shown in the television was mesmerizing as they were aggravating. On the other hand, her dress took a complete change, as she wore a short skirt, and a top with multiple openings to her milky white and fair skin. Her bellybutton was showing, too. The bracelets and hard-looking rings over her red gloves and leggings hardly counted as armory. What was this young lady thinking, exactly?

“Preparing doesn’t take so long as I am only in requirement of clothes that makes it easier for me to move,” she stated as a matter of fact as she sagely nodded to herself, with her eyes closed.

“Isn’t that clothing too revealing, Ignacia?” Raguel asked taking a sip of water.

“My, revealing clothes are but the latest trend,” Ignacia said, placing a hand over her hip in a provocative manner while wearing a delightful face. Basking in fashion – regardless of the morals – was but one of the guilty pleasures of a girl.

“I do not like these modern fashions,” Raguel admitted, “They promote lust in men and women.”

“Mn, perhaps, but that may be one of the factors driving the survival of humanity,” Ignacia replied only agreeing with half of his notion; she didn’t seem to particularly care about lust in the matter. “It’s not particularly against the laws; hence I do not hate it. This is, after all, easier to move in”

Raguel still seemed to have more to say on the subject but dropped it, not wishing to upset his host. “So you know about this farce of a game the Old God is hosting?” Raguel asked, remembering something Ignacia had said, moments ago.

“Of course, I’ve seen this game take place before,” Ignacia replied before sitting opposite to Raguel, the maid immediately offered her a glass of red wine that picturesquely gleamed sweetly with the illuminating ceiling-lights of the hall. “It’s nothing new that the Old God is bored,” she said, absolutely sure of the Old God’s feelings towards, well, everything about the world.

“It’s disgraceful, that’s what it is,” said Raguel angrily, “The arrogance of one being should not be allowed to reach the levels his has.”

“I suppose so,” Ignacia replied, furrowing her eyebrows at the sounds of the Old God’s atrocities. †˜Pride’ was a sin for a reason. If it went atop one’s head; it’s bound to bring problems, naturally – which tends to extend to the others. She’d regard it as a social stigma. No one would even doubt that she personally hated this Old God, too. “It may sound like I’m repeating myself but… my aim is to build a world with law and order in place. As long as there are rightful laws everyone benefits from; everyone should be happy. Evil will be continually purged if need be. Would you support me in my endeavor?” She needed to reaffirm Raguel’s aim and conviction to this ordeal. She needed an assurance of his resolve. She needed aid. As much as she could get. It’d take everything to revolt against the Old God.

“I would be more than happy to assist you in bringing Justice to this world,” Raguel said, half smiling.

Ignacia smiled at the response. She felt true delight from these words, but then she looked above towards the chandelier fitted with illuminating bulb lights before long. There was a glow of a different kind, which she found peculiar; it caught her attention in no time. She stood up, intently looking into this new yet strange occurrence. It seemed like… a shape of a weapon? The light drifted away from the object as it floated down to Ignacia. The ethereal radiance broke apart as if a substance of glass was broken down with a hammer, except that there were no noises of shattering, before the fragments vanished into the air. If a more suitable metaphore was to be used – it was as if the equipment was wrapped in a mystical cloak, which was just taken off.

It was clearly a lance, which shined and sparkled magnificently as it reflected with the lights from the ceiling. “Is that… ” It stayed in the air before Ignacia, before she held it, her maid came in holding a trolley.

“Mistress, this package was delivered just moments ago, there’s no name or recipient addressed over it,” the maid informed with anxiously. It could be anything. It could even contain something as dangerous as a bomb inside. Who knew what could happen, now that was world was like this. She could be targeted by just about anyone. The mistress of this maid, was, after all, the owner of an entire company selling cosmetics, beauty products, and a brand selling fashionable clothes for females all over the world.

“...At a time like this? Open it up.”

“Understood.”

The maid then proceeded to unwrapping the box tentatively as sweat rolled down across her face, and soon opened it for all to see. There was but an axe inside. The maid soon picked up a note that lied beside it. “To Raguel, it wrote,” she said.

“Well, this is certainly new,” Ignacia commented on the matter. She wondered if this was a prank, at first. But then, †˜Raguel’ would be a name known obviously all across the Heavens. She doubted that anyone in this world would know Raguel, as he seemed to openly hate most human beings, so far. The only conclusion she could reach, she that it was sent by a messenger of Old God. The same could be said for her lance.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Raguel said, looking at the axe, realising the irony behind the gift, “An executioner’s blade… how crass,” he said unamused, “God’s wit grows tiring.”

“You know what? This lance is but an irony, too. I really feel like beating him up now… ” Ignacia said, her teeth ground as if remembering something irritating as she looked up to the spear. It was the first time in a long time where she was truly enraged. Her wrath was clearly incited, evident by the glint of fire from the intense look in her eyes. “Very well. I shall take up your challenge. I’ll cleave the shame from this lance and myself with it, by defeating you at your own game,” Ignacia declared boldly and bravely, without any thought for fear; taking hold of the lance. A burst of light wrapped around her, and she soon vanished before the maid and Raguel.

“W-What?! Mistress!” The maid exclaimed at the disappearance of her mistress; shocked.

Raguel laughed heartily, “It seems your mistress has stolen the march on me,” he said, examining the Axe before him. Grinning his hand hovered over the hilt.

“Very well, I shall become an executioner,” he said, “Your executioner,” he said looking upwards before grabbing the Axe and disappearing in the same fashion as Ignacia.

“Him too?! …H-How am I going to live without my mistress…” the maid pondered openly. Who knows what would happen to the poor girl.

I'm way too lazy to update waifu badges unlike this particular user.

Avi changed over nine thousand times.

That character was somehow annoying.

Dat E-6.

derp

Took a turn for the worse.

>maintenance page

fuck you too

I claim Victorique de Blois from Gosick for this round.

Ah damnit.. I thought that was first blood...

Sorta tempted to try and get digital copy.

CGF.

Blue skin.

faggot

(The song featured in this post is: Trap of Love)

[size=13]New Students’ – Fashion Show Audition[/h]

The students all sat on chairs provided on the spacious room that lied before the set of doors leading to the changing room. These students were those that entered the New Students’ Fashion Show Audition. Everyone held stiff expressions – some nervous, some psyched, some tense. The audition was about to begin. Johnny and Asakura stood before the girls – barring them from entering the doors without permission. There was a holographic display behind that which showed who scored the highest excitement rates from the audience. Someone named Kitaouji Sakura was at the top – this list was from the previous year.

“Every honeys! Welcome to the New Students’ Fashion Show audition! Yeah!” Johnny welcomed the girls with a big and grand smile, his attitude to the event was an absolute opposite to Miwa Asakura’s. At this moment, the list behind him was abruptly blanked; renewed. “As you all know, the winner will get to appear in the cover of the new Starlight Academy’s directory. However,” Johnny’s voice trailed off.

“We’d also like to announce that the winner will get to have an exclusive interview, and will appear in the Vivid Color magazine,” Asakura continued from where Johnny stopped. This definitely lightened up the atmosphere, then soon brought it back to its previous state; the girls were far more determined than before now. “So give it your all.”

After a few girls were called to the stage – Asakura called out a certain someone to perform. “Entry number #14, Kahouin Natsuki – you’re up next. Good luck,” she called Natsuki out, coldly, as always.

Natsuki resolutely nodded, walking straight towards the changing rooms.

Although the procedure was something Natsuki was familiar with already, she couldn’t help but feel excited – her heart trembling with anticipation for what was to come. Much like the Kyoto audition.

She passes through the corridor, reaching the Aikatsu System booths. Reaching to her purse, Natsuki produced the three cards she had yet to encode on her phone – the Dark Red Coord pieces. Sliding them onto their positions, Natsuki waited for the “carriage” to slide open, and walked into the light.

She found herself on a road made from purple, hard light, with the symbol of “spade” card floating around. In front of her, the cards silently hung in the air.

With quick, but elegant pace, Natsuki walked through card after card.

The first was top, then skirt and lastly the shoes. Within seconds, the holographic data loaded, and Natsuki’s form took tangible shape, with the Dark Red Coord now neatly wrapped around her shapely figure. The feeling was… exciting, actually. She felt invigorated, as if the entire world was at her fingertips. She twirled around once, before striking a pose – one hand on her hip, another at an angle to her body with a finger extended and pressed over her lips, in a universal “Shhhh” sign, complete with a racy wink.

The stage to which she merged was long – almost like a real model catwalk. A large screen was directly behind her, complete with lights and metallic framework; with several more screens visible in the background, arranged as if they were actual buildings. Spotlights were arranged around the road, cutting the night-like graphic with their beams of light. In other words, the Neon Road Stage.

Natsuki needed to wait only for a heartbeat, before the music begun to flow.

She moved her hips from side-to-side, the skirt dancing across her soft, long, milky legs. Though Natsuki was still uncomfortable with her dancing prowess, it seemed that the scathing training under Louise had payed off – Natsuki’s movements were reasonably fluid and eye-catching, her hand gestures being only a little slow.

Kodomo datte iu ni ha, fukuzatsu sugiru kono mune ha. Setsunakute hajikete shimai sou. †˜Dokoka he tsuredashite?’

As the song continued, Natsuki continued to stroll down the stage, the steps of her dance seemingly being a very modified causal model walk. Though she was a little off-key here and there, the gestures in the dance – the hand pointing, the little gallop, and the hip shaking – all helped to accentuate her rather mature figure and gorgeous looks.

Sou daitan na watashi ni narukara. Anata no konomi no senobi no heel de.

Continuing with her dance, Natsuki advanced through the stage, her hair dazzling in the on-stage lightning. As the song reached its peak however, came the hard part, a complicated routine of jump and aerial twirl, complete with several hand gestures.

Heibon na hibi wo kakedaseba. Subete ga kirameki tomosu.

True to the words of her upperclassman, Natsuki tried to not think of too hard of the next steps, trying to make them simply flow to her. She paused for half-a-heartbeat with the music, before finally making the leap – breaking into the pirouette as dictated by the choreography. Amazingly – to Natsuki herself – it went off without a hitch, and her face lit up with a brilliant, confident smile.
Almost immediately, the air around her burst with energy, and scores of rose petals in all manner of red shades flew from Natsuki. The air was filled with an entrapping, sweet scent of roses, while most of the petals formed a flock around her, accenting and shadowing her movements. Other flew upwards, swiftly fanning out to form several intersecting rings, as if they were an intricate chandelier. Her aura took form for the first time ever.

She continued to move forward, singing with newfound energy. She then brought up one of her fingers to her mouth, and promptly fired off what could be only described as a cross between a kiss and a wink. She slowly, sensually swayed from side to side, undoubtedly making many boys, and probably a few girls, feel rather hot and uncomfortable.

With a swift, sudden movement, Natsuki twirled around, before throwing her arms out, as if in dramatic wave, her aura following as the background changed to a hue of pink for only a few moments – Natsuki performed the normal appeal known as the Tops Wave.

Ne daitan wo watashi ni oshiete? Kore ja tarinai no mada hikiyosetai.

Natsuki continued to dance happily to the tune. As the lyrics passed, she executed the last few steps, before seemingly reaching the end of the stage – and executing a sharp turn towards her starting position… just so she could then twist her head backwards with a playful smile.

Mo joudan ja sumasa renai omoi. Te to te ga furetara, It's a Trap of Love!

The crowd burst into a loud cheering as the music ended. The audience was truly entranced by the beauty who danced on the runway. The audience’s excitement bar was almost maxed out.

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GM Notes:
- Total winning points: 5

no

go away

Aldnoah hands down, so far.

derp

6/10