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Sorry for the late reply but finally did make one!

Finally got a reply in! And also added Emi's height to her profile.

Upon each thigh Emi strapped a thin black holster, each of which carried a couple extra slim magazines and a small handgun. Her transformation wasn't required for every job. Sometimes mortal weapons worked well enough, especially when it came time to deal with other magical girls or knights. As long as they hadn't transformed themselves it was often all she needed. Heck, she didn't even need to fire them. If she was quick enough on the draw that was typically enough to allow her a chance to escape. It also came in handy when dealing with civilians or, occasionally, law enforcement. And of course there were quite a few monsters who were still vulnerable to firearms. Thin arms slipped through the bands of a soft pink backpack. Within this she held some basic lockpicking tools, four extra magazines for her pistols, a towel, and finally some soap. The water in her place generally didn't work. It was, after all, supposed to be abandoned. That left only finding an unused location to bathe and wash her clothes, or the local gym. Alternatively, breaking into someone's home. She had utilized each option in the past. It was good to do so whenever she had the chance, and so she brought what was necessary for it regardless of whether or not she planned on it. The rest of the backpack was left empty for anything she might pick up, whether that be food or money or more ammunition or new clothes. Over everything she had decided to wear a very dark blue somewhat tattered old hooded cloak, one which was almost black but not quite. Once it became night this would help to conceal her form well. She would have rather had the cover of rain to offer an excuse for it, but then if there were few enough people out and about she could still get away with everything, provided she kept out of sight. That was generally preferred regardless. Food first. Maybe a fast food joint. They generally don't care. I could pilfer a supermarket once night falls, provided they close. Or maybe even if they don't. With her plan decided upon Emi departed from her home, making certain to lock up on her way out. Despite the lingering daylight she did her best to keep to the less traveled alleys and streets. It wasn't just normal civilians she had to worry about, after all. Other magical girls and knights may be hunting her. The monsters she hunted generally kept out of sight as well. But beyond that there were also criminal elements to worry about. Being as small as she was generally painted a large target upon her back.

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Name: Shinoburo, Ayaka ( 凌狼, 斐嘩) / ( enduring wolf, fighting beauty) Gender: Cisgendered woman Race: Human (enhanced) Parent God/Angel: None Faction: Independent Age: 16 Hair: White Eyes: Red Height: 5’6” Weapon: Brass knuckles Usual Clothing: Standard uniform, but without underwear Short Bio: Ayaka has been a pain for schools for many years, forming her own sukeban gang by the age of 10 and having sex with any boy she could at 14 onward. She's been sent to this school as one final mean to get rid of her, though this school would be perfect for a girl like her. She enjoys pushing her limits in every field, even giving birth (which she views as an exercise in resisting pain and endurance). As such, she wants to fight as much as possible and fuck as much as possible, wishing to dominate this highschool and prove to herself that she can overcome anything. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (prefers boys)

What a day it had been already! Xyvee had finally woken from her slumber after five long years. She had met some of the crew. She had met her captain. She had discovered a planet and unintentionally named it the Human word for mating. It had been very embarrassing from there, but also enlightening! And, in some ways, thrilling! The Luanari had already learned so much and her day had only just started! Now that she was somewhat acquainted with her pilot position it was now time for Xyvee to meet her future friends in security! Or, perhaps, just the one friend? The one that she knew about. They hadn't really spoken yet but she had seen the man, or what she thought might be a man, and they were certainly much different from the other Humans! In fact it had been entirely possible that they weren't even Human at all! Technology and fur! Like the other small one. Maybe they are the same species? Either way I am very excited to learn more about them! And make friends! Just maybe with less embarrassment this time? With a soft hiss the metallic door leading into the security ward slid open. The petite creature's golden orbs darted about while she entered, glancing around at what was effectively her primary headquarters aboard the vessel. Receptionist area. Evidence room. Locker room and, if it was anything like a Luanari vessel, an attached armory. Storerooms. Cells. And, of course, the surveillance office. It was there that she located the large furry creature currently in the midst of relaxing within his seat. I suppose it may be a slow day, huh? Well now that I am here maybe I can help cheer him up! As she entered the room the little Luanari raised her right fist, settling it squarely against her mostly flat chest. She was of course dressed only in the skin-tight grey under-suit which her people wore as a uniform. It wasn't as though she needed the full armor, after all, right? "Evee reepoorteen for duty!"

The man was so buried in trying to get the job done that he didn’t notice her strap coming down or the sheerness of her clothes. He had plenty of time to be a drooling horny bastard after he finished the job she gave him. “I know what your real name is. I know everyone’s. It’s… kind of one of my personal rules to not call people by their birth names. The people who gave me mine were just doing it to fill a birth certificate. Didn’t actually for for me, especially when I had a medical situation at three days old. But that’s old news we don’t need to depress you right now.” He smirks when she gives him the nickname when she leaves, though he was trying to think of what the nickname was a reference to. He gladly takes the last part when she returns and gets to work on it. “Thanks! Yeah! I would much appreciate a cold drink if you are offering. I can’t turn down such an invite from a sweetie. I just have to get this piece in then restart the pod. Then I can run a self diagnosis on the system to see if there is still any issue.” He finishes installing the last piece then exits the pod. Was his body that tan before going into the pod? He goes up to the monitor and starts a full reset. The lights on the pod go off and then everything starts coming back to life. He waits until the monitor returns the. He enters the program to scan the entire system for any other problems.

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There was something about a hardworking man with glistening muscles that made any woman’s knees weak. And without the climate regulator functioning it was getting pretty hot in the pod. The other strap on her overalls started to droop and her cropped shirt was getting even more sheer now that she was sweating so much. Sighing she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail to keep most of it off her neck. Her mood deflated slightly when he mentioned she’d forgotten a part and she pouted, “Aww darn, I thought I brought everything back…. And it’s Ivy, you know that right?” She said, just in case he wasn’t merely teasing with all of these nicknames. But just as quickly she was smiling again, a mischievous expression on her face. “Hmmm, okay, I’ll be right back with that A-142-Thermal, Felicity,” she stressed, figuring two could play at that game. At this, she skipped happily out of the extremely warm pod and began frantically searching for the correct part, not wanting to hold up on any of his progress. She came back just as fast, flustered, but still beaming. “How about I go fetch us both some cool drinks while you work? I can’t let you work under these conditions without offering a little relief.”

“Ah. No need for thanks. Just doing the job. I’m sure you are just as awesome if not more awesome than I am when it comes to the plant science stuff. Not to mention you are damn fine to boot.” He was saying all of this while he was already starting to remove some of the wire and devices. The screen was not glitching as much now but it was starting to show error messages instead for items not being detected. By the time she got back, he had already gotten out most of the fried and damaged materials. There was a strong burnt smell coming off of them. Lucky himself was already breaking into a sweat from the intense heat. The sweat was adding a reflecting shine to his muscles. He looks to materials she brought and checks over them. “Alright! Hydro detector! Solar sim! The wires! Wait! You missed the main guy: the temp control. Regulator A-142-Thermal. Not bad though. Back when I did the simulation training with people, not even a quarter of them were as competent as you. Keep up the awesome work, Daisy.” With a screw gun and wire cutters, he grabs what she did bring and immediately gets to work adding them in. Some of the errors on screen were starting to vanish.

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Ah, yes, of course he’d be familiar with the torch flower. Although Dr. Bloom hadn’t expected this much recognition and respect from him. Not that she didn’t think he was capable of it, but most people praised the results of the flowers, not the flowers themselves. They were thankful for the fruits of the labor, but not the seed that bore it. Lucky was different though, in many ways it seemed. She frowned slightly at him turning down her offer of the gloves, but when she saw his pair she understood his reasoning. Plus, she was far more impressed by his knowledge of various plants and the obvious respect for them. Frankly she found it made her strangely hot under the collar…. Or was that just the torch flower’s doing? Her mouth dried slightly when he began to shed off his jacket and shirt, prepping himself to work in this heat. He was very fit, and the scars that littered his skin made him seem even more rugged and handsome. She was biting her lip, and questioning the tightness in her belly when his sudden outburst jolted her back to the task at hand. “Oh wow, I’m glad I spotted this early! We could have had a disaster on our hands! And thank you so much Lucky! I’m happy we have someone so clearly competent on our shift,” Ivy beamed at him. She patiently listened as he rattled off a list of items he would need, carefully committing them each to memory. “….769 hydro detector, a solar sim 485, and wires 4 conductor and 6 conductor…..” she muttered to herself. “I’m on it!” She declared, scampering off to her lab to do just as he asked. It was a quick enough search and everything was blessedly organized and labeled so she brought back each item confidently. “Okay, here we are. Everything requested. Do you need anything else or should I get out of your hair?”

He walks behind her examining all the other flowers and plants as she was speaking. “I’m all familiar with the properties of the torch flower and greatly appreciate it. Does people in my field a great service and has had a huge impact in history replacing a great number of energy sources.” He goes up to examine the flower with a smirk on his face. “It is the first time I get to admire it in person though…” He sees her offers the gloves and shakes his head. “Unfortunately I can’t use those gloves for the kind of work I am seeing here… I would not accuse many plants of being delicate. Roses have their thorns, nightshade is horribly poisonous, you got your flytraps, there is also the sandbox tree with the exploding seeds… anyways… I might be overdressed for this… don’t want to overheat…” He starts taking off his jacket and then his shirt revealing the several small scars across his muscled body as well as a large one right down his chest. He also now was wearing a chain necklace she didn’t see on him the last time the met. He took that off as well so the metal wouldn’t overheat and burn him. He does put on gloves but they are a bit thinner than the ones she offered. He then gets himself into the pod and gets to the wires. He examines the cords for some time until he finally comes up with a diagnosis. “That’s the problem! You got yourself a ruptured temp regulator and the system is trying to draw energy from the other pods. It’s a good thing you called me now. This could have been a domino case. It also looks like the error caused a number of minor systems to fry and pile up into a bigger mess. Yeah… I can fix this. I’m going to start removing all of this. You know this room better than I do. Head to the lab area of this section, the place where you study new plants. There should be storage for replacement parts there. Get me… a regulator A-142-Thermal, a 769 hydro detector, a solar sim 485, and wires 4 conductor and 6 conductor.”

Alexandrine had been sent a number of stories, rumors, which may or may not have been about the same thing. Old instincts uncomfortably returned. Monsters could be elusive. It was also taking her to familiar territory. A run down portion of town. One that had been significantly damaged years ago, in a battle when she was much younger, against an unusually large and destructive monster. It was not completely abandoned, but many buildings were damaged or empty. She pulled up into the area near the epicenter of all the sightings. Most were brief glances in the dark, uncertain of what they actually saw. She did not transform, but for the first time in years, she wore the ring that was the source of her power. She could quickly change if she needed to. She looked like some random woman, wandering around a potentially dangerous portion of town. For now, she looked for anything suspicious. ‘Haunted’ houses or such. A sign of someone that did not fit in. She was feeling the area for any unusual sense. Monsters, magical girls, knights, they could give off an aura that others like them could potentially feel. Monsters usually did not hide it. Magical Girls and Knights learned to, to help protect their identities. An untrained one might not know how though, might not know they could.

Despite his rough appearance, Dr. Bloom noticed that Lucky could be rather gentlemanly in his manner. The careful way he held hee waist during their short ride in the vent was evidence of that fact. Ivy passed his goggles back to him, and waved gif him to follow her. “It’s this one over here. The one for the torch flowers. They’re temperamental plants, you have to keep their climate just so but the rewards….” She motioned to a fully grown torch flower with flaming petals. “When we harvest this it can be synthesized into thermal energy, or material. Very useful and very important.” She fished out a pair of thick gloves. “I’d suggest you wear these or some sort of protective gear. Not all flowers are delicate and these burn you,” Ivy warned. “They also make the pod very hot,” she added fanning herself lightly. Unfortunately the way each pod was designed, he had to fix it from the inside. She pointed to the faulty Climate Control system panel and he would readily see the glitching numbers on the screen and an exposed jumble of wires and cables and some leftover tools on the ground. Evidence of her own poor attempts at fixing it. “So, think you can help?”

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Sure! That would be great!

The ride to the Hydroponics was quick and easy besides the tightness. There was no air resistance on their face so it was a mystery why he had her wear them. As for him, he wore his mask on the side of his head as he was lost in thought thinking of possible problems with her system while still keeping an arm around her to keep her safe. Her face was so close to his that she might be able to see his eyes. Up close, one could see that his pupils were surrounded by a very faint tint of yellow. It would almost make it appear that he had sunflowers in his eyes. When they finally arrive, Lucky releases her from his arms and helps her unstick to his body. He gets himself out of the pod and looks down at his watch. “1:30 seconds. A fifteen second delay with two people. Sorry about the cram session. Figured this was a huge emergency we need to fix asap. So, which of these guys is misbehaving for you? We will see if I can set it straight.” He gives her a wide grin as he adjusts his tools.