Pick up on date

As the girls walked through the individual second-class carriages, the panic among passengers there began to been even more noticeable. Most of them was nervous students from AC who got restless as they sensed the danger. Not to mention the comments, and laments. And because so many of them swarm one side of the carriage, they even began to block the middle aisles/ passageways.

Of course, it started to get Mugino on nerves, so she bark. "Shut the hell up kiddos!! And get out of the way!! Level-5 Is going through!!"

As if Kinuhata has already a lot do deal [in assistant mental stress terms] she got another thing on which she must raise her voice in barking while walking behind Shizuri. "Are you serious!!? Or do you just stop to care at all!!? What the heck are you thinking to just yell that?! Shall I handle you a microphone to the local radio [intercom] to let everyone super know that we are here on this train?, if somehow has happened that someone here manage to overhear you at the first time? Don't you want to tell them?, that if they want to survive, then they shall super pip down, sit down on they asses and put they heads between their legs? [not an airplane] Then why stop only at the passengers present on this train? We shall make an announce to the whole world where we are and what we doing, right now via TV broadcast. After that, and this, we could do a press conference with the autograph session. And maybe, we shall make a publication whit name How we screw thing at Level-5. Do you know the autographs signing, where book authors sits behind the desk and have a short chat with every person waiting in line to let its book signed. Lets do even that! And you will personally sing dedication of every copy to fans who will seek the opportunity to meet his favorite one. Lets see how creative some of them will be in order to sneaking in a bomb or other weapon." She just not only barked at the captain; she was yelling her heart out. "I'm beginning to suspect that each one of the seven Levels-5 has an extra wheel in theirs head, which forces them to crave for an exotic fight that is so off the scale, that it can't be described as anything other than a catastrophe. All of you are so descent to live in vortex of unstoppable conflict." Somehow she ended up breathing heavily.

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In contrast Shizuri dint seem to bothered by any of the claims. "What you don't like at that, miss bulletproof? You are just the type of person who will take away the romance feeling from a gun fight. Perhaps you wouldn't have thought some romanticized nonsense about some fragile flower? Who didn't intend to bother to overcome every obstacle that would ever dare to step into her path. Especially those that will normally stop everyone. If the flower wasn't willing to break and tear down her own borders that limit her, to work her ass out, how she would be able to reach a Level-5? Don't tell me that you manage to forgot the sole sad origin of your own ability rising onto Level-4. You dint have, right? Moreover, our cover to evade unnecessary conflict was already blow up, and if that thing really targets an important human asset from academic city's repertoire, then its liquidation could bring us some bonus. And if you want a final reason, then listen to this! Do you ever heard that Level-5 was done nothing when his or her pace in mind was interrupted? We are Level-5 because we are the one who claimed up that hill, to its very top."

Saiai had hard time to understand, what is wrong with her colleague who stayed seemingly calm even if she know to be a short-fuse. "I know you well enough to realize when you are not interest in money or the rewards in the slightest. Didn't it even occur to you?, that when you finish whit that thing, someone will want from you to pay a repair fee from all that damage you will cause? Maybe you missed the part where normies will super shit they pants, when they saw the ruins created by yours saving effort." The horrified expressions of some passengers were like fuel to ignite the Meltdowner zeal, which pissed of Offense Armor ever more. "Hey, you having a great time, aren't you? Regardless of the method of getting off the express train while it's still running, those 300 kilometers an hour it's too much for my ability. And I doubt that after a certain rocket propulsion that you will use to slow yourself down, the blonde diaper in yours hands will be still for any use." Then she finally realize it and her voice got cold. "You just want blast something." She saw the slight reaction that reveal that the woman in front of her grinned.

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As might be expected, there was a message on the train radio [intercom], explaining that due to the exceptional situation, the train will not be stopping at the next station. All passengers were asked to stay and keep discipline while waiting in their seats. They say that the situation is already being addressed by JSDF and other personal. As part of this unexpected situation, when the train enters the station, there will be a sudden rapid braking, but then the train will accelerate rapidly again. Therefore, let no one try to exit the train.

The mentioned member of the self-defend forces caught up with the trio, when they broke into the driver's cab at the end of the train practically effortlessly and without shame, in order to get a better view of the haircut that was chasing the train. The soldier tried to explain to them that in a few minutes the train would slow down enough to have a short window to jump off the train. However, no one can guarantee them whether the slowdown will be enough.

The blonde in Mugino armpits, was carried like a bag or a sheep, suddenly began to cry and shed crocodile tears like a little girl. Of course, this gained at last some attention, and the soldier suddenly had a worried expression. But Mugino was immune to this trick. "So, to this moment, that's your best escape tactic you've come out so far. But there's no one who will respond to that. On the other hand, you completely missing the fact that I reading in you like in open book. Time to get to work." She reached her hand toward the front window and green gloving orbs/ balls/ Will-o'-the-Wisp appeared around her. The tiny girl complained that she wasn't acting, but the green neutron beams of Meltdowner, which was actually a phenomenon that breaking down atoms into particles, had already been fired from those gloving orbs. Rays like a laser immediately burned through the windshield and hit that thing made from the hair, burning holes directly through them, blasting some parts off. Her technique left behind orange marks on the glass and the target itself signalizing something about melting and burning.

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It didn't take long for the window to shatter completely. The collapse causes a draft of wind in the cabin that threatened to throw everything that wasn't nailed out on to the track. The long-haired girl takes one step forward, raising her feet onto control panel, putting her weight onto it, to secure herself and gain a better position in preparation for direct bombardment/ shelling of the target. The blonde in her armpit had to grab her own beret so she wouldn't lose her hat due the wind. But the short-haired girl, unseemly with her hands in pockets of her hoodie, stared through the hole on that Thing. On the other hand, the soldier facing this madness that had been rolled out on him without warning, get shocked and crashed against the wall with his own back from a gust of wind before sliding to the ground on his ass. A furious draft of wind forced many of the skirts in the cabin to dance at height, but as the gentleman himself decided, he would rather not point on this detail, when the ladies were fully preoccupied.

As the hairs tentacle popped up from the ground on next circle, the green rays shot out again, and this time it was like scissors on hairstylist cutting extending hairs. Eventually, she swung the beam horizontally from one side to another like an ax, cutting off the whole thing from the ground up. There was an unnatural painful scream or howl and the whole thing disappeared underground.

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The ladies were skeptical. And Mugino tilled her head to side. "Did we get it?"

Blonde sour expression speaks itself for a denial answer that come from her. "No, as might be expected, whoever is behind this pseudo proxy golem trap, dint wanted for it to be so easily defeated. Unfortunately, its a planetary wide operation, with a ridiculous amount of resources put onto it. So its apparently trying to adapt, and because it has met an adversary on which his current form is not enough, it will just redistributes the resources to which it has access and reaper again. Probably will change his entire strategy from stabbing pursuit with brute force, to something in which he uses a wide range of methods to destroy a target it has chosen to fight. While still hiding its core, his proxy will probably wait for a right opportunity to strike."

The tomboy got ironical with her comment. "Super well done, you managed to piss out that magical bot, the way you planned. Time to get a popcorn."

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The train suddenly shook as it began to slow down at the sign of arriving at the station. So, the trio headed for the door that the pale train guide had opened for them. The train slowed to such an extent that they could get off in a nonchalant style, as if they weren't bothered that the train was still moving at speed that can kill an ordinary person who will fall out.

Of course, while Mugino swung/ jump herself gracefully out, and slow to zero after a few suspiciously well-coordinated to fast expressive steps.

Kinuhata, on the other hand, came out from the door with a free walk as if the train was on hold, show absolutely no bother to the gust of wind that struck her as some wall, and she too slow to zero with her hands still in her hoodie pockets. Eh, instead of a person walked out, it looked more like if they push out a stature from a still moving train.

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As the train began to accelerate leaving them behind, and the trio of girls found themselves alone on empty train station and an even more desolate platform after everyone had evacuated, their uninvited guest also appeared. Not far from the center of the stone-paved platform, a strand of blond hair shot out from ground, breaking the pavement surface like a hair demon, a tree, or an alien tentacle. Suddenly, it formed a humanoid form of a human sized statue of a female angel, with an attractive figure and a large circle cross behind her head depicting a halo.

The sour expression on Cinderella face reaches a next level of sourness. "So, this dispels all doubts. Such a perverted embodiment of angelic symbolism must clearly come from that perverted Englishwoman. But what led her to attack the entire planet through these autonomous puppets? I doubt Queen Elizard would issue such an order. Although, another princess with militaristic manners could. But I doubt they will get knights permission for this."

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The angel produce quite animal or a bestial howl, with in one sentence can be like introducing himself. But was roughly interrupted when the rays of Meltdowner cut him in half. Subsequently, the two separate parts were flooded by continuous shelling of death rays, burning the thing to dust, while Mugino herself marched toward that thing. With only the rubble of the base left, still trying to form its humanoid shape, #4 [number four] spread one of her orbs like a bubble into a full green circle, pushing it against the monster, pushing it back into the hole. Almost like pushing a plug into a sink spout. Except that she sent this plug well down to the depths of the earth to potential hair roots.

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Of course, #4 was full of dissatisfaction, after she send that disk straight down burning anything in its path, a silence occurred. Nothing has happening as response. She leaned over the hole and screamed into it. "You think I won't notice, you piece of shit?!! If you want something from me, at least come in person and don't use retarded dolls as a middleman!! For what you think they invented phones?!!" As she stared into the silent darkness, and still nothing was happening, she turned her attention to the crumb carried besides, under her armpit. "Hey, when's it coming back?"

Cinderella snap from her deep thinking. "Eh, I don't think that the English fox, smeared with all the anti-wrinkle ointments, would linger with an opponent that could prevent the attack of a certain method for which it is like its natural enemy. It would be illogical to waste the puppet time on a figure that is immune to it. But logically one will realize that in the end, after all, her opponents will shake off the initial shock, stop mourning about the fallen companions, and eventually reorganize to start marching towards the one who will be blamed for this. But that so beyond self-destruct desires, that no leader even the lunatic one will do. So, the only thing that strikes me is that this global attack is just a necessary ploy to gain time when she no longer need to hide behind her Samaritan mask in order to be able to perform a checkmate somewhere undisturbed. After which it will no longer matter who stands up to it, even if it means to be her former companions. If this were not a true, otherwise she must go completely Insane beyond crazy Level and someone from these companions would eventually send her to the ground. Because I don't suppose anyone else would touch this, many times inverted perversion. I mean, after seeing this, everyone who is around her will stop himself for a moment, asking the question, in what exactly am I actually participating in?" [Fuck this shit, I'm out!]

Saiai, with her hands still in her hoodie pockets as dint do anything approached the duo. "Super great, another spiritual medium like Takitsubo, mixed whit big mounted Frenda as a bonus feature. It's pretty clear to me that you sensing or see through those thing more than I do, but I'm telling you in advance, that I'm not really interested in getting to your level. You reminded me of a certain kid who was constantly blabbered random (secret or intern) information like some broken radio. Especially dangerous if it's allegedly nowhere near recorded confidential information of anyone who's around.

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The trio of ladies only now notice that they weren't the only one who jumped off the train. When the soldier saw them get out without a hesitation, he jumped after them as well. But unlike them, in order not to get injured in the landing, he had to fall to the ground on certain angle and stop moving only after a few rolls. But now he was on his feet and communicating with someone over the phone. He quickly approached them. "Sorry ladies, but we have another one. There's a ghost in this town like the one you just-- defeated. The theory presented by you team would explain, why this thing ignores officials or obviously important facilities or institutions, and it has targeted at first sight an insignificant person who could only escape. It dint bother with fire from local police. On other glance it seems that the person tried to lead the ghost out of crowded area. Either way, the business district is under attack and I've been tasked to ask you if you willing to take care of it."

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The girl gives him a doubtful glance. Especially Mugino was out of her pace. "Let's take a look at this peon. [butler, servant, messenger, footman, or whatever]. He's really holding onto us without having to tell him to do. Normally, even Hamazura would wait somewhere sideways until we call for him."

The blonde sank down on her mood, hoping that they will put her aside like some bag or luggage.

But it was again Saiai who must state the fact. "No, normally you'd be already super yelling at him demanding the car he has supposed to get without you telling him."

With all the hints from the girls, the man got probably some ideas of how this: abusive princesses vs unlucky male servant, stuff is normally going and to skip a part or two that shall come, he very respectfully speaks out that the target its only few minutes of walk away, because the victim of the thing was headed to this station.

And the distant detonation that occurred in the city ended their discussion as this group start moving toward the explosion.