Late into Mia's second week, Aimee & Mia & Marisa came up to a tattoo parlor on an urban street. A neon sign overhead read 'RAYAKA'S HUGE PRICKS' and a placard in the window read 'NO PUSSIES'. Desks of antiseptic bottles were along the walls inside, a chair & recliner at the center, and two cubicles at the back. Someone black-haired wearing a white coat was sitting in the chair, attending to his shirtless client in the recliner. Forty feet separated them as the man glanced back.

  "Excuse me." said Aimee. "We're Urasaria students, wanted to ask you a few questions."

  "The sign said 'no pussies'." he said, resuming his work. "I count three. Probably."

  "Can I shoot this guy even if he's not a host?" whispered Marisa to Aimee.

  Rider's tendrils burst from Aimee's veins and in the next instant she was standing behind him with her grip around his neck. "I really don't have time for your dumb shit, so tell me if you know anything, or-"

  His client exploded in a burst of blood that painted the entire parlor; in an instant Aimee was at Mia's side with Rider's tendrils dipped into her veins, and the world from Mia's perspective slowed to that of a disturbed pond; she saw in meager motion a serpent emerge from the man's corpse, then swallow the artist whole before disappearing within the client's body.

  Around the women and throughout the parlor, bottles of antiseptic burst open and hundreds of droplets spewed forth from them towards Mia; she saw within each of them the head of the serpent opening up towards her, but a hundred Boudoir-bullets peppered through them and splattered against the walls like hardened sponges, no liquid able to escape or be used as a conduit, and in the next instant -

  - the three women hit the ground as the enormous serpent swept down past their heads, and as Mia turned her head back, she hit it with a tuft of flame that caused it to withdraw swiftly into a spot of liquid above -

  " - Mizuchi!"

  She turned to the direction of the corpse at the first syllable and saw the serpent emerge once more, leaping out and shooting towards her; in a second Aimee shoved her knife into Mia's grip, who nodded as she hurled it superheated into the serpent's host and subsequently its host contained within; a burst of vaporized blood shot out from it as it retreated once more, randomly bursting out from any spot of liquid yet constrained by the size of its pond, his voice echoing: "Mizuchi! Mizuchi! Mizuchi!"

  "Wish we could just kill this fucking guy." muttered Aimee, her tendrils extending to dip into both Mia & Marisa's veins, the three looking all around as he continued on:

  "What a fucking thief you are, Mia Schultz! You think you can protect yourself behind all those other official dykes of the state at that academy?"

  Mia raised her eyebrow as Marisa & Aimee giggled; the word dyke had long ceased to have any effect on female students, as one might expect given the ability to brutally murder its speaker within 5-10 minutes of hearing it.

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  At her side, the rainbow-dressed dyke was peppering the parlor's ceiling with bullets that hardened upon impact, her own personal lounge of rainbow among the crimson & clear. Tattoo needles burst open and their inks sprayed, yet Boudoir's dress ejaculated thick ropes that mopped away the petty liquid, until ahead, one needle shuddered, then burst open into a spray of ink that hit Marisa in the right eye; as the liquid coated her eye, Mia saw the serpentine head of Mizuchi begin to emerge out from it -

  " - right where I need you to be." grunted Marisa, and the next scene was instant.

  She grabbed her right eye and ripped it clear out from herself in an instant, throwing it to the floor ahead; Mizuchi burst out from it yet nearly barfed Rayaka out from the sudden momentum, tottering, and above Boudoir's bullets opened up to release the ropes contained within, hanging all about the parlor now like a flood of party streamers wrapped around Mizuchi -

  " - Worldwide!" shouted Mia as a swarm of scarabs flew ahead and lit the fuse; a rushing inferno claimed Mizuchi ahead as Rayaka screamed in agony, no liquid to allow his retreat; the sprinklers above began to burst -

  " - Rider, accelerate."

  - but Rider's tendrils tapped the sprinklers and accelerated their evaporation to nothing; ahead, Rayaka ripped at his face as he burned, desperately carving at himself for a single drop of blood that Mizuchi soon reappeared from and swallowed him whole, beginning to disappear through the drop of liquid; but in the next instant Aimee was there and gripping his right leg; he thrashed and Mizuchi sank its teeth into her flesh, ripping a clear strip through it, until Aimee yanked back and ripped his right leg clear off in a geyser of blood and Mizuchi & he both disappeared in a burst of blood.

  Boudoir's streamers hardened, extinguishing the flame; they felt no longer Rayaka or Mizuchi's presence here.

  Mia felt incredibly flustered as Aimee discarded his right leg off to the side; Aimee was sighing, ignorant to the aphrodisiac effect her violence was having on Mia. "I- are you alright?"

  "Probably would've ripped my arm off too if not for Rider's durability, but yeah, I'm fine."

  "Oh, good." said Mia. Now she could fully enjoy the sight. Deep in the pleasures of unhinged lesbianism, she forgot Marisa was supposed to be half-blind until she turned and was perplexed to see Marisa double-sighted. She realized quickly why: Boudoir had formed a contact lens over Marisa's right eye; she had pulled this out when struck, not the eye actual. "...god. I wish I could do..." She shook her head.

  "I didn't wanna give you the ride home without depth perception."

  *What difference would that make.* thought Mia grimly.

  "Anyway, how the fuck do you even catch that?" said Marisa, Boudoir forming bandages for their wounds.

  "We'll figure it out." Aimee sighed. "Mizuchi... lot of research to do. Strong Revenant, too. Wasn't kidding when I said it might've been able to hurt me."

  "Revenants basically max out in strength after four years of fighting." explained Marisa to Mia. "It's really rare for anyone to be able to hurt Aimee."

  "Except emotionally." chimed Aimee.

  Mia laughed, then went over and hugged her. "You're a sensitive little butch, is all."

  Aimee smiled, and temporarily sank herself into Mia. For a few moments she forgot the little hope she had of achieving ought beyond this with Mia; she had tried to stop her fantasies lately, but it admittedly felt good to be hopelessly attracted; her hopes remained in a superposition of simultaneous romantic involvement with Mia and total detachment. So long as it could never be confirmed or not, she could enjoy such thoughts. "Um, before I forget, swap week is next week. You'll have a different mentor for a week, helps you see other styles, cuts down on abuse by showing you there's better options out there... if you need them."

  "Or it'll show you that I'm the best mentor out of everyone." beamed Marisa.