Lily-Celeste

Stephanie couldn’t help but smirk. She had been in this world for less than a day and she had already captured her first two prizes, and the third would be the biggest one yet. Of course, she knew how strong Sakura was. She wasn’t so stupid as to trap her prey without learning about them first. Hinata and Ino were dangerous of course, but Sakura could crush her like a grape. Which is why Stephanie didn’t plan to fight her. She caught sight of a flash of pink hair as she darted between the trees. She ducked beneath a bough and broke from cover; she had one shot. Stephanie pulled the ether-soaked rag from her back pocket, pi

Lily shivered in the dawn chill. She wrapped her hoody more tightly around herself and leaned against the wall next to the front door of their building, just on the edge of where the light fell. The hoody was two sizes too big, a “boyfriend hoody” according to some, but she didn’t feel right calling it that as she had never actually had one (a boyfriend, that is), not unless you counted high school mistakes that ended before they even began. She hoped that it and the two pairs of leggings she had layered would be enough. Training meant physical activity after all, and that meant they would be moving around. Probably. The ex

Lily yawned and stretched her arms above her. She blinked groggily and grunted as she felt the stiffness in her neck. Why was she sitting up? She had fallen asleep in front of their bedroom door, in the same place that she and Annie had slumped over yesterday when— Holy shit was it real? “Annie!” Her voice came out in a sleepy rasp. She sprung to her feet and immediately regretted it as the stiffness in her neck blossomed into a cramp. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Annie called over from the far side of the room. She was seated at her desk across the room with her computer open. Two mugs, one shaped as Winnie th

When she found the note pinned to her door that morning Ino had suspected something was wrong. But as she reached the spot she had been instructed to wait at she was struck by a wave of regret at ever having left her house. Something felt so off about this whole thing that it made her skin crawl. The loam on the forest floor was soft and pungent; no one had disturbed it for quite some time prior to her arrival. It wasn’t like Sakura to pick a meeting place without scoping it out first. She didn’t need to wait long to have her suspicions confirmed though, as a twig snapping nearby told her that she was wrong about one thing: she wa

Hinata touched down at the edge of the clearing that was her destination. She was miles from Konoha and it took several hours to arrive, even for an experienced shinobi. Still, she was surprised she wasn’t more tired. If she had attempted this trip years ago when she had first began her training with her peers she was certain it would have completely exhausted her. Though perhaps she was just feeling nostalgic, given that it was her peers that brought her here. Hinata sat and crossed her legs beneath the shade of a tree. She was the first to arrive, so she may as well relax. She reached to the belt on her hip to retrieve the note that

Enemy type: Hypno flowers Appearance: prehensile green vines and large fuchsia flowers. Behaviour: Appear to share some kind of hivemind connection, though it is unclear what level of sentient intelligence they possess. They will fastidiously stalk their prey and strike quickly and quietly to capture them. They use their vines to immobilize their targets. The centre of the flower has a hypnotic effect and may also serve as a sort of mental siphon, trapping victims mind’s in another dimension. Background info: At this point we don’t know where exactly the flowers came from. We must exercise extreme caution when out on patrol or

The two exhausted magical girls made their way back across campus, hopefully for the final time that day. Lily still carried a fragment of her earlier anxiety at being seen, but it was much diminished. Perhaps it was because of the terrifying battles with an eldritch blackness on another plane of existence she had experienced twice now today, but she suspected that having her arm around Annie was also a big factor. Something about her friend being there was comforting. Even if her friend seemed the worse for wear. Annie’s eyes were distant, unfocused. The speed and power with which she had moved earlier that night was also diminished.

A bump in the road jostled Lily to frightened consciousness. She whipped her head around in confusion, trying to piece together where she was and what was going on— Or she would have if she could. “Mmmh!” she said. Her brow arched to the line of her short-chopped red hair. She bit down. Whatever was filling Lily’s mouth up felt the shape of a lightbulb, compressing her tongue. It tasted of rubber and had give to it, but was otherwise unmoveable. She blinked, her eyes quickly adjusting to the dim light thanks to her enhanced senses. She was in some kind of suspension harness composed of a metal frame and sturdy elastic