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It was rather strange for BB to be feeling sluggish and groggy as she woke up. To begin with she was an AI, sleep wasn't something she really needed in the first place. What had the devilish kouhai been doing before this then? Her memory was a little hazy at the moment and focusing was hard as she heard another woman yelling and complaining nearby. "I'm warning you, if you don't let me out of here I'll put you through hell! Now show yourself!" the familiar voice of another servant exclaimed. Nearby was the pink haired beauty Medb, the queen of Connacht. Clad in a gorgeous white outfit with white gloves over additional black material the amber-eyed royal sported a white crown-like tiara upon her long pink locks. At the moment the queen was currently bound to a metal table, arms and legs stuck in place. Now that BB looked down at herself she noticed that she too was in similar bindings. "Well that's weird. Usually I'm the one behind this kind of stuff." the trickster said, her attitude

Upon a quiet island floating within the grand skydom a pair of girls had gotten the rather boring job of investigating what was effectively a wasteland. It wasn't that this place was a mystery, on the contrary it was a member of their own organization that had wrecked the place in a battle with a massive mechanical monstrosity. The Automagod Diaspora, a machine from the moon that was ready to break down and destroy the world if it hadn't been stopped. While it had been seemingly wiped out completely by Eustace, it was always better to be safe than sorry. Thus Ilsa had instructed two Society members to go back to the battlefield and make sure there were no traces or adverse side effects as a result of Diaspora's arrival. It could be argued however that Ilsa hadn't picked the greatest of choices for this mission as one girl in particular let out an annoyed sigh. "It's all just dust here, what are we even looking for?" Beatrix grumbled out. The busty brunette had long brown hair in a

Grey clouds obscured the sky above and deep misty woods engulfed the ground below, leaving only a great black tower standing tall in the region. Few dared to enter those woods and approach knowing that this was the tower of the wicked witch Elma Grangorgon. To the ordinary person getting close to that woman and her schemes would be nothing but trouble. Even now the schemes of the witch were being enacted. "Yes, good! Now place that jewel there! And be careful about it!" a demanding voice shouted. High in one of the tower's top floors was the witch herself. Her appearance was unmistakable. Sporting green skin and a busty form sharp elf-like ears extended out while a black eyepatch with a green rune on it covered her left eye. Her right eye meanwhile was a fierce gold surrounded by black sclera. Sleek black hair trailed down her head, which was of course equipped with a large pointed witch hat, and a tight black dress with spiderweb styled skirt pressed firmly against her body.