Spellheart

Momoko rolls her eyes with a chuckle. "She does overreact, doesn't she?" She whispers to Kibi with a smirk, starting to jog as well. She tilts her head slightly and chuckles at the question. "Did you walk into this not knowing who you'd be spending the night with?" She asks, despite having done the same thing herself. "I'm Momoko Silverblade, but obviously just call me Momoko. Or Momo. Or just Mo." She chuckles. "And you're Kibi, right?"
 
Kibi smiles sweetly and nods. "Mm-hm, that's me! Kibi, the most beautiful girl you'll ever see!"
At the question of just coming over randomly, Kibi scratches the back of her head. "Well, you see, I was expecting it to be just me and Eryn... but having this other cool girl'll be loads of fun! We can paint nails and stuff!"
 
Momoko laughs and shakes her head. "I'm not too much into the girlish scene. I've not got enough dedication for that!" She admitted with a chuckle.

((Want to timeskip to after the run?))
 
((Sure.))
About ten minutes later, they were at a coffee shop. Eryn took about six cups of cappuccino. "Ah, that was good..."
Kibi only took a cup of coffee. "So, Momoko, Eryn told me while we were running that you just passed your exam. I did that ten months ago... but how did your own go?"
 
Momoko chuckles, cradling a hot green tea between her hands. "Do you mean the academic one or the physical one?" She asks. "The academic one was difficult. But the physical one was fine. Pretty good, actually."
 
Kibi grinned. "Good. I wouldn't want your pretty face to be-"
Suddenly, the news popped up. A female reporter seemed to be where the physical exam was. "This is where suspect Amiko Windflurry was taking her exam. We do not have much proof, but most are convinced that she's guilty."
Eryn heard the news and sat down on the floor by the TV. "Weird. No proof, but everyone thinks she's guilty. Bunch of bozos if you ask me." Eryn's eyes opened wide. "Hey, I wonder how famous I'd be if I could bring this girl to justice..."
 
Momoko looks up at the screen and her mouth goes dry. She swallows a few times and smacks her lips together, looking deep into her tea. She really didn't want to think about Amiko. "Considering she's already been caught, not very famous at all."
 
Eryn rolls her eyes. She wished that she could've had something to do with it. "...Crap. Wanna go back home?"
 
Momoko chuckles. "Sure. Can we just walk back though?"

The rest of the night was spent doing various things. Kibi would pull the night towards the more girlish activities, like hair and nails and makeup, but then Eryn would take over with some fury and fire the night into a direction that started with pure, exhausting close combat and ended with the sharing of fighting techniques. At the end of the night, the fingernails of Momoko's left hand were painted bright pink, thanks to Kibi's brief control.

Momoko gathers up her things, hair not the best as she hasn't brushed it fully through right. "Thanks for letting me stay, Eryn. We should do this again, it was nice!" She says with a smile as she stands just outside the door. "Catch you later Kibi!" She calls deeper into the house, before turning away and jogging down the pavement. She waves once more towards the house before walking in the direction of the arena, glancing down at her watch to see that it reads 7:30am.

She smiles and waves politely at anyone that speaks to her as she walks the corridors of the arena, but she isn't really thinking too much about it. She wants to go one day that is normal. She walks into the waiting area with a sigh.
 
Much to Momoko's surprise, the white-haired version of Marcy was waiting in what should have been a secure waiting room. Unless there was some sort of mistake, she shouldn't be able to sit there without the official ejecting her. Yet, there she was, sitting in front of an official that seemed perfectly content with her existence. Marcy even gives Momoko a short wave. Unlike the previous night, she seems at least a little happy, though she looks just as annoyed with everything as ever.
 
Momoko glances at Marcy for a second, ending up doing a double take. She looks at the white haired girl for a couple of seconds, glancing up at the official to see if he's going to be removing her. It doesn't look like it. She sighs and looks away, taking a seat decently far away from the other girl. She assumes that, after the previous night, Marcy might prefer to avoid her.
 
Marcy lets out a heavy sigh when Momoko decides to avoid her. Pushing off the seat like her body was oppressively heavy, Marcy walks towards Momoko with an expression as angry as ever. Spitting out the words like venom. "Amiko got released from questioning today. She wanted to let you know that you are always welcome in her home. And, if you wanted, we could fight together for today's match..." Marcy takes a seat next to Momoko, still seemingly bitter about the entire situation.
 
Momoko glances up at Marcy, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. "Something tells me you don't want to do that." She muttered, her own voice not holding the kindest hints to it. "If you don't want to do it, I don't very much either. Unless there's a reason to it."
 
Marcy shakes her head, frustration permeating her voice, "It isn't a matter of wanting to do it or not..." Marcy takes a dismissive tone, "Anyway, if you didn't want to, then I guess it can't be helped. Bye." Marcy began to walk out of the room, called back by the official, "Miss, I won't inquire as to your personal matters, but you've reserved a fight, and you can't simply leave without facing your opponents. Regardless of failing to recruit a partner, we will have you conduct a 1 v 2 battle." Marcy turned around violently with a flash of anger in her eyes, but ultimately conceded to the official. She wasn't going to break the rules over such trivial matters. Distinctly annoyed, "I guess it can't be helped." Marcy begins to walk towards the spheres, taking a moment to look to Momoko.
 
Momoko glances between Marcy and the official. After a moment of stubborn silence, she sighs loudly, rolls her eyes, and pushes herself up to her feet. She doesn't want to fight, with anyone. If she could get away with it, she'd just go back home, right then and there. But even if she disliked Marcy - she would even say hate - she would feel pretty guilty to leave her to a fight that she may well just die in. She turns to the same sphere Marcy's walking towards and hovers her hand over it, waiting for Marcy to go first.
 
Marcy looks at Momoko with mild surprise but ultimately doesn't do much to show her appreciation. Instead, she walks up to the orb with confidence, practically slapping her hand onto the orb. Momoko soon does the same, awaking to a grassy field with gentle hills all throughout. With only about 50 meters between her and her opponents and nowhere to run, the fight quickly devolved into a contest of strength. Momoko and Marcy work together to prioritize the mage with high SP spell circles, taking him out of the fight quickly through Marcy's extremely aggressive play and Momoko's support. With much surprise to Momoko, Marcy fights using spells that have a rather angelic feel about them. Orbs of light to attack, wings of white to move about, and an explosion of feathers to defend. Even her revealed weapon, a silver sword, seemed to carry a mismatched aesthetic. Yet, they proved extremely useful in combination with Momoko's poison attack, which allowed them to take down the first opponent without even suffering his first spell.

However, this assault opened up Momoko to a big attack from the other opponent, shattering her ward. Fortunately, the mage only had projectile spells, which allowed Marcy to guard Momoko until her holy blade was ready, which easily took care of them. Given the option to forget, Marcy chose to remember the events. By the time Momoko reentered reality however, Marcy was once again a small girl, rather than the edgy white-haired girl that she had fought as. Marcy seems much kinder in this form, "I'm going to be visiting Ami... So, if you wanted to come, you are welcome to."
 
Momoko decided to remember the events of the fight just before they came out of the simulation. She clears her throat with a chuckle, patting on her chest where the attack had hit her. "Close call, there," she chuckled, forgetting for a moment that she and Marcy weren't exactly very friendly. She was ready to go back to some sort of blank slate, until she saw that it wasn't the salty version of Marcy, but the one that he'd left in Amiko's house the previous night. She held her breath, expecting Marcy to just walk away. She's surprised at the offer. "Uh...would either of you two...want me there?" She asks quietly.
 
Marcy tilts her head at the question, placing her finger on her lips, "Didn't I tell you from the start? Amiko says you are always welcome at her house." Somewhat shyly, "I can't really speak on her behalf, but if I had to guess, I'd say you made a big impression on her." Taking on a look of concern, "Besides, after hearing what you had to say last night, I think that you will be glad you came." Speaking honestly, "I have mixed feelings on the matter. Sometimes, you really frustrate me. But it isn't like I think you are a bad person or anything, you know."
 
Momoko can't help but laugh a little. "Boy, never been told I frustrate someone before," she chuckles, rubbing the front of her neck. She stays quiet for a second, looking down at her feet as she tries to make a decision. "Alright, I'll come along." She decides with a soft smile and a nod.
 
Marcy seems happy when Momoko agrees to come. Running off towards the house with childish abandon, Momoko might need to work to keep up if she didn't know the way to Amiko's house. Marcy did seem happy and carefree on a superficial level, but something seemed off about her on a micro level. Between the way her eyes just seemed to wonder, to the way she seemed to be tired out from every little thing she did, and even the sorts of feelings she evoked in Momoko from her presence, everything seemed to suggest that there was something on Marcy's mind. But, they were making good time. If Momoko didn't address it now, she'd probably never get to address Marcy alone for the rest of the day.
 
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