Spellheart

☆Luna☆

Little Fighter
This post will keep a record of our adventure. Important things such as major plot events and characters will be recorded here. For now, you don't know much, so it is relatively barebones.

Key Characters

Current Attire: A simple white dress with a big ribbon on the back. Her purple bra strap can be seen peeking out on her shoulder.
Height: 163cm
Weight: 57kg
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Amiko Windflurry
SPP: 100 SPF: 5 SPC: 0
Ward Type: Heavy
Spirit-Forged Scythe: Inflicts 1 SP damage to spell circles on contact.
Active Spell Library:
1. Astral Storm (Offense, 60): Summons forth a devastating, yet controllable, barrage of pure magical energy.
2. Dire Assist (Utility, 5): Teleports user in front of a mage that is currently an attack target.
3. Recall (Special, 5): Ally only. Refund target spell circle.
4. Tuning (Special, 5): Ally only. Replace target spell with another spell from that mage's library.
5. Astral Guard (Defense, 5): Generates a wall of pure magical energy.
Current Attire: Brown leggings, grey shirt, grey trainers, brown over-the-shoulder bag, gold watch and brown leather sheath.
Height: 170cm
Weight: 64kg
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Momoko Silverblade
SPP: 80 SPF: 15 SPC: 0
Ward Type: Heavy
Spirit-Forged Scimitar: Gives 5 SP into Momoko’s SPP whenever it touches an enemy mage.
Active Spell Library:
1. Dart Fire (Offensive, 5) - Fires a few small dart-like projectiles.
2. Poison Sleeve (Utility, 10) - Charms a weapon with a poison that damages the ward for two to four turns. The poison lasts on the weapon for two turns.
3. Dummy (Defensive, 10) - Creates a dummy to absorb attacks. Usually survives at least two turns.
4. Snowstorm (Offensive, 15) - Forms a snowstorm that lowers visibility and causes slight ward damage for two to four turns.
5. Holy Blade (Offensive, 30) - Creates a large blade of light that flies right at the opposing party.
White Haired
Current Attire: Primarily black dress with white accents.
Height: 163cm
Weight: 57kg
Brown Haired
Current Attire: As seen in picture without the umbrella.
Height: 130cm
Weight: 35.5kg
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Marcy
SPP: 60 SPF: 15 SPC: 10
Ward Type: Heavy
Archangel's Silver: Effect unknown
Active Spell Library:
1. Holy Smite (Offense, 5): Projects an orb of burning light.
2. Angel Wings (Utility, 5): Enables flight with angelic wings.
3. Featherduster (Defense, 5): The user's weapon glows white, unleashing a powerful gust of angel feathers on contact with an attack.
4. Wrathform (Special, 0): Double the SP cost of all spells, shrouding both spells and user in an evil aura.
5. ???: This spell has yet to be cast in a public setting

Notable Side Characters

Nothing here yet!

Characters

Yeah, haven't met anyone at all...

Summary to Date

After passing the academic portion of the military track exam, Momoko finds herself partnered with Amiko Windflurry for the practical test. Tasked with escorting Amiko to the Arena, Momoko takes her first steps towards her career as a mage of Spellheart. However, after passing the exam with Amiko, she learns Amiko was a suspected criminal, leaving her to wonder what that means. An encounter with Marcy, Amiko's ex-girlfriend, only made matters more confusing. At first, they got along like cats and dogs, but after a trip to an up and coming restaurant, their relationship improved and they met Renji Globecaster, an illusionspace engineer with aspirations to bring the Globecaster name back to prominence.
 
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Momoko tipped her head back as she drank the rest of the milk in the bowl. She sighed in satisfaction as she sat the bowl down on her lap, wiping away the leftover milk that sat on her top lip. She was sat in her family's rather grandiose living room, with it's high ceiling, gold chandelier, fireplace and fifty-five inch curved screen television. The news was on, but Momoko wasn't paying much attention.

She stood up to go put her empty bowl into the kitchen when she heard the mail slot on the front door smack shut in the hallway. Normally, she wouldn't pay any attention, but she had been waiting for the results from her Academic Exam for a few days now. She watched her mother walk to the door through the glass living room door. She picked up three letters and walked back into the living room. "Letter for you, hun," her mother said, holding out the white and gold envelope while looking at the other two brown ones.

Momoko sat the empty bowl down on the nearby empty seat as she turned her attention to the letter. It was mainly white, apart from the gold lining on the edges and 'Momoko Silverblade' stamped on the front, along with her address. The military school's stamp was to the right of her name, perfectly straight and centred. Momoko held her breath as she slid her thumb under the flap of the envelope and tore it open.

She pulled out the letter inside, setting the envelope aside on the chair.

'Dear Miss Silverblade,

Congratulations on passing the academic exam. Your next task is to report to Amiko Windflurry's place of residence and escort her to the arena. The practical exam is at 0830 hours. Please arrive early.'

Underneath the typed out writing was the school's stamp once again. On the back of the letter was Amiko's address, handwritten. Momoko looked from the time on the letter to the old heirloom watch on her wrist. It was 7:00, and she was still in her pyjamas. Not even thinking to tell her mother that she'd passed, she sprinted upstairs to her room, practically falling into her walk-in closet.

Fifteen minutes later and she was out, dressed in a pair of brown leggings, a grey t-shirt and a pair of grey slip-on trainers. Her hair was up in a messy bun, perfectly out of her way. Her scimitar was in it's brown leather sheath by her side, and a leather bag over her shoulder, though all that was really in it was her ID, her crystal ball and her house keys. She hurried back downstairs and rushed back into the living room.

The letter was sitting beside her mother on the couch, who was reading the newspaper with a smile on her face. Her mother lifted her head and beamed at her daughter. "Congratulations, Momo!" She squealed, sounding almost like a teen girl for a moment even though she was about fifty-five. She held the letter back out to her child. "I'll go to the bakers after work and get some muffins. Maybe you could invite that Amiko girl back after the exam?"
Momoko took the letter back and shrugged. "I dunno if she'll want to mum, but I'll ask!" She said.
Her mother nodded. "Alright. You fight your best!" Her voice was laced with great pride. And it should; Momoko hadn't ever been the smartest, so the Academic Exam was the first hurdle for her.
"I will!" Momoko called back as she walked out of the living room and to the front door.

She stepped into the teleportation pad outside of their front door. She read out the address on the letter, and the next time she opened her eyes she was in front of Amiko's home. She checked that she had the right address - thank God, it looked like she did - and then lifted her hand to knock. She knocked exactly three times, then waited, careful not to bite her nails or pull out her crystal ball in case it made her look impatient or lazy.
 
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After a short delay of about ten seconds, a sleepy-sounding voice calls out to Momoko from above. "Oh, you are here already. My apologies, I'm not quite ready yet. Would you mind waiting inside for me?" As per reasonable deductive reasoning, most would assume that communication was taking place via telepathy; however, this idea is shattered as Amiko leaps from the roof onto the ground right behind Momoko. Her long blonde hair and pajama's were a disheveled mess. She clearly needed more than just a moment to solve the extreme bedhead. Though far more concerning, her pajamas looked somewhat torn. Fortunately, her modesty was protected, but it certainly made first impressions awkward.

Continuing the conversation with a flushed look on her face, "I can let you in now." Amiko places her hand on the door causing it to unlock. From the other side of the door, the humility of her house shines through. While certainly not a cramped space, it didn't have much of anything in terms of decoration. The floors were tile, but you could already see most of the floorspace just from the front door. Momoko can see a kitchen area, the entrance to a bedroom, and a small living area. The living room had just a single U-shaped couch surrounding a handwoven rug. The kitchen seemed equally bare-bones, containing only the essentials like a sink, oven, prep area, stove, and a cold-space hyperdimensional containment unit (CHC, it is basically like a fridge that can hold more than the space it contains). Without the consistent white and purple theme, it might be hard to believe that a girl lived here by herself.

Holding the door open for Momoko, the door shivers slightly under Amiko's unstable grip, "You don't need to take your shoes off, so you can come right in. Would you like anything for the wait?"
 
Momoko instinctively lifted her head as she heard the voice speaking to her. She smiled a little, despite presuming the girl couldn't see her. "Uh, sure!" She chirruped. She reached out to turn the doorknob, before she heard something hit the ground behind her. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened in surprise. Had she just jumped off the roof? Momoko's eyes drifted up to look at the roof. It was quite the jump. And had she torn her clothes on the way down? Her bottoms weren't in all too good a shape, but she was glad that she didn't look immediately hurt. She took her gaze away from the roof and the girl's clothes as Amiko unlocked the door.

Momoko turned around to look into the house. She was surprised at the house's interior. It was such a stark difference from her own house, with her own being covered red, velvet, gold and ornate decorations, including even a painted portrait of their family of three in their dining room. She stayed standing in the doorway for a second longer than she meant to, before she saw the door shudder a little. Out of impulse, she reached over and put her hand on the door, as if to stop it from closing into her face. "Oh, thank you," she said, stepping inside. Her trainers, thankfully, weren't too muddy, otherwise she would have felt horrible about ruining the floors.

She considered the question carefully, taking into account her drab breakfast. "Well, have you got any nettle tea?" She asked. She was aware that it wasn't all too common of a thing to have in a household, so she added, "if you've not got nettle, exactly, that's fine. I'll drink anything herbal." She looked into the living room area. "Do you mind if I take a seat?" She asked, casually pointing to the couch. "Lovely rug, by the way," she added, smiling. She couldn't really tell that it was handwoven, since she didn't really have any experience with any of the more traditional arts of making things. Unless it was cooking, since she could make a mean lasagna.
 
Amiko replies cheerfully, "You happen to be in luck. I met with someone just the other day with the same request." Pulling out a bag of nettle leaves, Amiko is careful not to touch them as she moves them into a pot, which she then fills with water. With basic preparations complete, she began the process of heating the water. Throughout this process, Amiko demonstrates a level of grace that simply does not match her circumstances. Each of Amiko's movements seemed fluid and practiced, even in doing something as mundane as boiling tea leaves. The fluidity made each movement seem gentle and graceful, like the way a princess waves to her subjects at a parade. And yet, without the glare of the morning sun, something became clear. Amiko looked pale, unnaturally so. More than could be explained away by complexion. Plus, the little tremors that interrupted the otherwise fluid motions further raised the case that something might be wrong.

Yet, one could never tell simply by Amiko's demeanor, since she conveyed only the joy of having a guest. Presenting a cup of nettle tea, Amiko bows her head slightly to Momoko, "I apologize for not being ready to leave right away. I still need to get ready for the day. I'm grateful that you came so early. I'm just going to be in my room for a little bit. Is there anything I can do for you before I get ready?"
 
Momoko's eyebrows raised in surprise at the bag of nettle leaves, but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she smiled. "What a thing," she remarked. She slowly sat herself down on the couch, sitting in not the most elegant way, with her legs spread somewhat and her elbows on her knees, leaning into herself. As she sat, she found herself unnaturally drawn to the homeowner. Normally this would be what it was like, just out of respect, but this was different. Momoko didn't think it was possible to make tea-brewing look so elegant. Apart from that, there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head. A vague feeling of recognition.

Whenever Momoko made tea, she was the exact opposite of Amiko. Once or twice she had put her hand on the side of the boiling kettle. She'd smashed at least three teapots. As she watched, she started to feel a little bead of jealousy growing in her chest. Her thoughts wondered to how this grace linked to her battle style, but this suddenly changed as she watched a slight tremor go through the girl's body. She moved to stand up and go help, but just as soon as it came it was gone, and it was back to your normally scheduled tea brewing. A little nervous and a little more on edge, Momoko sat back down. Now paying less attention to the elegance, she could focus more on the feeling of recognition.

She tilted her head as she thought, raising her hand to her mouth to nibble on her knuckle as she thought. She furrowed her eyebrows at the girl, thinking hard enough to make her brain frazzle. Her memories refused to link up, refused to give her that 'aha!' moment, while she kept on trying to place the face. She had been out and about a lot recently with Izumi and Hinata, so maybe she had a job at one of the clothes shops they had went to, or had been drinking coffee in that fancy coffee shop they probably spent too much time in. She watched as the girl trembled again.

Her attention now had a different focus. The girl really didn't look well. When she came over to give Momoko the tea, Momoko was very careful in taking the cup, not wanting to drop it. "Thanks," she said, careful not to hold her knuckle too close to the cup in case she burnt herself. It would be really humiliating if she smashed something on the first meeting. It wasn't even that she was particularly clumsy. She just wasn't very good at holding tea.

She nodded with a smile. "I'll be fine." She said, taking a small sip of the tea. She hesitated, then built up the courage to ask. "Hey, are you...feeling okay?" She asked with a little tilt of her head. "You don't look too well. If you want, I could tell the examiners that you've got stomach flu, or something." She offered.
 
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Amiko gives a somewhat defeated look as Momoko points our her condition. Laughing nervously at first, "Is it really that obvious?" After a few seconds of just watching over Momoko, Amiko does not require an answer to that question, letting go of her facade. Amiko places her hand atop Momoko's free hand. At first the implications aren't obvious, but then the sensation hits Momoko. Her hand feels cold as ice. "I didn't want to worry you because this isn't the kind of test that you can postpone. Even like this, I'm going to have to take the test. I know you are counting on me to perform as your partner, so I didn't want to give you a reason to doubt in my abilities. Right now, I'm not sick yet, but I'm likely to develop flu-like symptoms. Before that happens, I want to take the exam. I'll just take off the next few days so I can recover." Amiko adds, "But, I really shouldn't linger. I don't want to risk showing up late."
 
Momoko winced a little. "Sorry, that came off really rude, didn't it?" She mumbled, looking down at her lap in something like shame. She should have been a bit more considerate. She looked down at her own hand, not realising at first, but then suddenly jumping at the sudden cold feeling. The tea in the cup sloshed around a little too much for Momo's liking, but luckily didn't slosh onto her legs.

Momoko looked up to meet Amiko's eyes, listening carefully. She nodded slowly and took a sip of her tea, face covered with concern. "Well, if you really think you're going to be okay," she said, giving Amiko's hand a small reassuring squeeze. "Just don't overdo it, alright? If you feel like you're going to faint, or something, just tell me." She gave a little smile before letting go of her hand, sipping casually at her tea. "And take as much time as you're needing. We've still got a little while." She said, glancing at the watch on her wrist.
 
Amiko shakes her head, "Actually, it came off touching. I could feel the concern in every word and motion." Lightly moving her pointer finger across Momoko's wrist, "I'm going to do my best to live up to everyone's expectations, so you really don't need to worry about me." Amiko slowly lets go of Momoko, "You say a lot of things for my sake, and I appreciate that." Giving a genuine smile, Amiko turns for her door. Momoko can see it clearly now. It isn't just when she is making tea. Everything about how Amiko moves reflects a sort of mindfulness that could give one chills by watching long enough. Yet the time is brief, as she disappears behind her bedroom door.

Momoko is right to be worried about the time. When she first looks at her watch, it is already 7:45, and Amiko just now began to get ready. When she hears the sound of running water, that suggests that this sort of getting ready would be more involved than simply transferring into different clothes. This assumption would prove correct, as many more sounds of a girl's getting ready routine sound. By the time Amiko exits her room, it is already 8:10, and she is still brushing her hair, with all sorts of pins and bands attached to her wrists/clothes, which she clearly intended to use in styling her hair. As for the attire itself, Amiko was wearing a simple, though flattering, white dress with a large ribbon on the back. Purple bra straps can be seen peeking out slightly on her shoulders. She managed to somehow remove the pale look of her face. Additionally, if one were close-by or observant enough, they might notice the subtle scent of lavender she applied. A bystander would sooner think she was going on a date. Although she certainly took a good deal of time in preparing herself, she certainly accomplished plenty in that time. Many girls would spend much longer to achieve the same result.

Still brushing her hair, Amiko tries to read the situation. Seeing Momoko's subtle attempts to survey the time, she knew that the poor girl must be worried. Trying to salvage the situation, "I can do the rest on the way there. Want to get going?"
 
Momoko laughed a little, not really realising that she was quite so readable. She smiled back at Amiko as she left. In that brief moment, the feelings of recognition came right back as she walked away with just as much elegance as before. Her mind was so focused on trying to figure out where she'd seen her before that she didn't realise that Amiko would be taking a lot more time than Momoko had previously thought.

As she waited, idly sipping her tea, she couldn't draw her mind away from the feeling for much more than ten seconds. Eventually, she just stared into her tea as she thought hard, biting her lip. It was such a strong feeling that it couldn't have just been a passerby. She must have at least talked with her, or something. It certainly couldn't have been something mundane, like a tea order or asking for help with a zip on a dress. She kept trying to tell herself that she was probably just imagining it, but the feeling just kept on coming back. She finished her tea and looked at her watch. She gasped sharply, staring at the watch face that read 8:10. 'Dear God, please don't let us be late.' She prayed, holding the teacup in her hands.

She lifted her head as Amiko came out of her bedroom, a hopeful smile on her face. It fell away a little when she saw that Amiko didn't exactly look ready, but she kept it up somewhat. The first thing she noticed, apart from that, was that Amiko didn't look so ill anymore. Her smile brightened at that, though she didn't know if she still felt just as bad. She pretended to hesitate at the suggestion, and then nodded. "Sure, if you don't mind!" She said, standing up with a smile. She didn't want to look too eager to get the hell out and down to the arena, but she was acutely aware of the passing of time. She sat the teacup down on the couch arm and gave a slight smile. "You sure you'll be okay?" She asked again.
 
Smiling, "I'll be more than fine Momoko. Right now we just need to focus on doing our best. It is going to be hard since we haven't had a chance to fight together yet, but I think we can pull it together somehow. If I remember correctly, you've always done well in the magic competitions. It's reassuring to have such a capable partner." Moving to the door with hints of eagerness in her step, she holds the door open for Momoko, charmingly, "After you Miss."

Amiko spends a lot of her time on the way to the arena focused on making herself presentable. Paying attention to how her hair fell together, tying up and pinning it, brushing out every imperfection, it seemed like she was totally unaware of the speed which a battle could completely undo all her work. All the while, making small talk to Momoko. By the time she finished, she truly did look adorable, but not in the way that one would expect her to be. With her presence, she could reach a level of elegance that is reserved for models, but she purposely added quicks to her hair that made herself seem more approachable. All the little things she did all worked in lockstep to make her shine brightly, like the sort of person who just wanted to be friends with everyone. Even as she made conversation with Momoko, Amiko's eyes never seemed to stay with Momoko. They often watched the people around her. This seemed to continue all the way to the arena.

Soon the arena comes into sight, a welcome sight considering they had but 3 minutes to make it to their room. Modeled after an ancient complex before the prevalence of magic, the Arena is structured with the intent for a large crowd of spectators to watch a fight to the death. Modern advents such as reception desks, concession stands, private offices, and more contrast with the antiquated building design.

Amiko and Momoko enter through one of the many entrances to the Arena's outer ring. This area contained primarily concessions, information centers, merchandise, facilities, and briefing rooms. Information centers existed next to every fourth entrance into the inner ring. With 150 different entrances into the inner ring, that meant there were 37 different locations Amiko and Momoko could potentially go to take their exam.

They were by no means alone, however. Every person intending to get a job from the military track could be found wandering about the arena. Since the Arena was designed to hold the entire population of Spellheart, 30,000, and the public was barred from entrance during the application assignment, the place seemed relatively empty.

Making their way towards the receptionist, Amiko and Momoko are processed immediately after Amiko presents her letter. The receptionist gives Momoko a map with a room marked, "Please head to this location to begin your assignment." The receptionist appends, "For the practical, we will place you in a mock battle with another set of applicants. The mock battle will follow the standard rules for matches in the arena. Each team will be placed into an illusionspace with a randomized environment. From there, the match will not end until the one team remains. If you intend to protect Spellheart, this sort of training will take place daily. With this in mind, please consider if this job is a good fit for you." The receptionist seems to target Amiko with this concluding statement.

Amiko doesn't seem bothered at all by this, bowing to the receptionist, "Thank you." Taking Momoko by the hand, she doesn't waste any time walking away. Amiko once again brings out the small-talk. Momoko might start to notice, it wasn't just the receptionist, however. Quite a large number of people seemed to be glaring at Amiko, like she was some sort of invader. Yet Amiko didn't even seem to notice they exist. She kept on that golden smile, kept moving with peerless grace, and kept moving forward. And yet, only Momoko had the clue needed to understand how she really felt.
 
Momoko blushes at the mention of the magic competitions, and her supposed capability. She lifts a hand to her warm cheek, as if to hide it away. "Oh, thank you!" She hums, seeming to take on a glow of sorts after the simple compliment. She walks after Amiko to the door and easily slips out into the sun. She realises that if Amiko recognises her from a previous competition, maybe that was how she knew her. Someone she'd seen in the bleachers.

As they walk, Momoko's attention ends up straying from the feeling of knowing Amiko, to the looks that everyone was giving her. She wasn't sure if the looks were being aimed at Amiko or at herself, so she ends up shrinking herself down a little, walking with a little bit of a hunch and with her shoulders pulled fuller into her body. She couldn't remember a time she'd ever been looked at this much. Every time Amiko's eyes strayed from hers, she would look in the direction Amiko did as subtly as she could manage.

The arena is a sight for sore eyes as Momoko glances down at her watch again. She winces, hoping in the back of her head that maybe her watch is a few minutes fast. She can't help but pick up the pace a little as she goes, steps bouncy and a little faster than Amiko's. At the desk, she smiles pleasantly at the receptionist, taking the map and glancing down at the marked room in red pen. She nods enthusiastically at the last sentence the woman said, before she realises that it seems more like a snarky remark directed towards Amiko. She opens her mouth to say something back to the receptionist, but just as she did Amiko took her hand and swept her away.

Momoko couldn't stop looking around at the other people in the arena halls. Every second she feels a little more paranoid from the way she and Amiko were being eyed. Her mouth squints to the side as she thinks. "Are you...famous, or something?" She whispers. Actually, that would make a lot of sense. The feeling of recognition, all the looks they were getting. Maybe Amiko was a pop-star, or something.
 
Amiko pauses to consider Momoko's statement, looking her right in the eyes for a moment, before answering her question, "I wouldn't say, famous. It's like that some places, but not here. But, we don't have time for this right now. We need to go to our room. Do you know which way we need to go?" Amiko pauses in place as she awaits Momoko's answer.
 
Momoko nods slowly. She doesn't really get it. What 'some places' apart from Spellheart are there? She tries not to think about it. "Oh, right!" She looks down at the map. They aren't too far from the room, there's that much. "This way," she says, breaking into a slight job and pulling Amiko behind her to the few metres to their room. "This one," she says, gesturing to the door.
 
With that, the pair entered combatant area B. The room seems barren, only containing a man dressed in a black suit with black sunglasses and an earpiece, 16 silver metal orbs attached to their own respective ornate pedestal, some monitors which currently just display static, and some benches against the walls. The man approaches them, "You may now enter the illusionspace. To do so, please rest your hand on any of these 16 orbs. Although this is review, I'm obligated to inform you of the following. First, anything that happens in illusionspace will not carry over to reality, so there is no need to show restraint. Secondly, actions taken in illusionspace are not legally actionable in court, so you do not need to fear acting illegally. Thirdly, while illusionspace doesn't affect reality, it is very real. And finally, unless a real world emergency arises, you will be unable to eject from the illusionspace. If I must repeat or explain myself, now is your only chance to seek clarification."
 
Momoko looks around the rather bland room, smacking her lips together silently. Once they were in the illusionspace, would the benches be filled with observing parties? She tries not to think about it, having never liked the idea of being stuck in an illusionspace, but surrounded by people in reality. She nods along with what the man-in-black says. She's heard it a hundred times, what with her father in the business. She smiles pleasantly at him, though it's just out of courtesy and no real joy. "No thank you, I'm okay," she says politely, turning to the closest orb to her. She turns her head to Amiko, and her smile softens into something more genuine. "You ready to go?" She asks, hand already hovering over the clear surface of the metal orb.
 
Amiko seems receptive to Momoko's question, smiling as she holds her still linked hand, placing both of their hands to the sphere. "Of course I'm ready. And afterward, we can celebrate the win at my favorite restaurant." Those are the last words Momoko hears before she finds herself transported into the world of illusions.

Inside the illusionspace, Amiko and Momoko found themselves alone in a labyrinth lit only by dim blue light coming from mysterious crystals that littered the area. The floor itself seemed uneven, with some areas completely flattened, and others being rough and even jagged in some areas. Plus, the floor seemed to be made entirely of obsidian, making it difficult to see shadows. Out in the distance, the sound of grinding stone can be heard as the dark stone walls of the maze constantly reposition themselves. Although the opponents were nowhere in sight, both Amiko and Momoko can sense their magical presence, even if it does nothing to alert them to their actual location. Upon realization of their circumstances, Amiko immediately casts Astral Storm (60, Offense). After doing so, she darts from her starting position to Momoko just before they are separated by a wall. Calmly assessing the situation, Amiko remains silently pressed against Momoko's back as she scans her surroundings.

Battle Status
Opponent A(Rank 8): SP: 20/20 SF: 20 SC:20 Ward: Light
Opponent B(Rank 6): SP: 30/30 SF:10 SC:0 Ward: Heavy+
Amiko(Rank 11): SP: 100 SF: 5 SC: 0 Ward: Heavy
Momoko(Rank 11): SP: 80/80 SF: 15 SC: 0 Ward: Heavy
 
Momoko smiles at Amiko's suggestion. She opens her mouth to mention that her mother was preparing food at home, but they're transported away too quick and she can't get the words out in time. By the time the illusion takes over, she's forgotten what she was going to say and can only focus on the dim lights.

She blinks a few times to try and adjust herself to the change in light. She draws her scimitar as quietly as she can, taking the time to examine everything about the area they were in. The dim and dark puts her on edge, even more than she would usually be before a fight. She reaches out her empty hand to the side and feels the wall slide under her hand. She considers mentioning this to Amiko, but the sound would just attract their enemies to them. Of the many Illusionspaces she had been in, this would be one of the most challenging ones that she had ever thought in.

Momoko runs through her options. Either they could find their opponents, or their opponents could find them. She takes a deep breath. "Do you want to find them?" She asks, her voice a tiny whisper. In the meantime, she casts Dummy (Defensive, 10) with the intent to use it straight away to avoid an ambush.
 
Amiko begins walking through the maze, speaking at normal volume, "I wouldn't worry about whispering. I can barely hear you over the constant ringing of stone. Unless they have some sort of enhanced hearing, I think we are safe. What is important right now is not staying still. As to finding them, it might take a while, and that might work in my favor. I'm treating this match like a siege. I intend to win all in a single turn. For that to happen, we have to find our opponents within a minute. If we find them sooner, we have to hold our ground until then."
 
Just as she intended, Momoko's Dummy spell casts. The dummy is a basic thing, like something you would use for training with a normal weapon. It's made of burlap and has innards of sands, though still it floats two feet above the ground. In it's chest, there is an odd hole that absorbs any on-coming spells from the opponents.

Momoko feels Amiko's back leave hers, and in a moment of panic and thinking of the worst she turns her head to see that she's just started to walk. Her face heats up and turns bright red, and she's glad for the dim light since it hides her embarrassment. She hurries after Amiko, nodding along with what she says. "So we're moving fast," she clarifies, positioning herself so that her back is pressed against Amiko's. Being attacked from behind was far from her idea of a good start. "I've got a spell that could lead us," she added, meaning Holy Blade.
 
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