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Momoka's outfit suddenly changes to a cute frilly dress complete with a bell collar & giant ribbon on his head. A 'Cute'd' status effect is granted to him as a gender symbol points toward him, indicating he is male.
Perenelle leans forwards to you with a crazed expression on her face in goth clown makeup. Her eyes are ominous red spirals...
Galaga holds up a glowing card & smirks at you.
Didizzi shyly points her fingers together in a witch outfit.
Prishasha sits on a bench in the snow, holding her hands together as she looks down & begins to cry.
Momoka's in a frilly dress & bonnet yelling at Pankra, 'Can you STOP putting me in these stupid outfits!?!' Pankra cackles & laughs in response.
Lady Perenelle looks at you, teary-eyed in a garden at night...
Perenelle stares at you as she levitates a skull cupped between her hands...
You attempted to flirt with Elle, and she gestures toward herself & says, 'You think I'm pretty? Don't shatter yourself with that icebreaker, darling~'
Perenelle stands in rain with an umbrella, the world an intense red hue...
A portrait of Grimm Hollycroft. Text to the right of it reads: Grimm Hollycroft Grimm is an amateur alchemist struggling to make ends meet in the smog-choked streets of Lundenwic, Britannia. Quiet and reclusive by nature, they are not conducive to conversation, often ending discussions briskly with a notable awkwardness. Regrettably beset by numerous misfortunes & windlers, they found themselves jobless, and soon to be without home. hat's when they received a missive postmarked from a distant relative: einrich von Rosencreutz has passed away, and you are mentioned in his will. A funeral will be held ... please attend. So they embarked posthaste with naught left to lose into the dark wealds of Mitteleuropa's 13th Kanton: Winideheim... Petals of Perenelle
A portrait of Grimm Hollycroft. Text to the right of it reads: Grimm Hollycroft Grimm is an amateur alchemist struggling to make ends meet in the smog-choked streets of Lundenwic, Britannia. Quiet and reclusive by nature, they are not conducive to conversation, often ending discussions briskly with a notable awkwardness. Regrettably beset by numerous misfortunes & windlers, they found themselves jobless, and soon to be without home. hat's when they received a missive postmarked from a distant relative: einrich von Rosencreutz has passed away, and you are mentioned in his will. A funeral will be held ... please attend. So they embarked posthaste with naught left to lose into the dark wealds of Mitteleuropa's 13th Kanton: Winideheim... Petals of Perenelle
Momora does 6 7...
Paimonia holds her hands up to her face, dizzy as little Paimons dance in her head!
Paimonia sways left and right in rhythm, eyes in a swirl & a giddy grin...
Lain strikes a pose on a beach in Tuliyollal in a golden bikini; her eyes, joints, and hair also have a golden flare.
Realm points directly at you in a field of purple grass & yellow flowers in Lakeland with a slight look of contempt...
Lain is flustered while interrupted mid eating a bucket of fried chicken & says, 'Mmf—what? Dolls can eat too; I have to—mmf—replenish my aether reserves somehow... '
Prishasha taps her metal gloved fingers together nervously as sweat rolls down one of her cheeks; she has received a compliment about her bulky aetheromechanical gloves. She replies bashfully with a wide, shaky grin, 'O-Oh! You like my gauntlets, hehe.. Uhhh.. thank you! I-I made them myself...' She looks away & says quietly, 'I u-uhh... can never take them off, haha...' An arrow points toward the gloves, labelling them with the text: 'Directed-aether blast gauntlets that she invented, permanently fused with her body!'
Lain motions toward her chest to touch its imaginary extent after an offscreen magister asks her why her breasts are not larger. She replies, 'Why are my breasts not larger? What a prurient question, magister... In truth, I am overcome with a tremendous & slakeless envy. If I had more choice in my frame's construction, my bosom's breadth would reach here at the very least; however, it was said it would interfere with my abilities. I tried to posit the merits of smothering being one; alas, I was denied...' The magister then suggests augmenting her frame, to which she warns, 'Augmentation? Have caution with your words, magister; should such be possible, you may find me always wanting...'
Lain holds an egg in her hand with a puzzled expression. She says, 'An egg... Why give this to me? Did you lay it, or something?' A person offscreen replies, flustered, 'N-No! I want you to cook it, Lain.' She clarifies flatly, 'It was an attempt at humour, magister.' They stammer, 'O-Oh...'
Éloïse has dressed Mamaïa up to look suspiciously like a pink princess from a well-known franchise! She giggles in satisfaction, 'Yessss, you look just like her, mwehehe~ ♥' as Mamaïa nervously thinks to herself, 'Why does she make me do these embarrassing things...'
Éloïse is being held up by Mamaïa, much to her dissatisfaction... She says, 'Let go of me, mom.' with a look of scorn... Mamaïa nervously accepts, 'A-Ah! Yes, of course, my Lady...' and thinks to herself: 'My Lady's doll she inhabits looks almost exactly like me, and she started calling me "mom", and I don't know what to do... By the Twelve, I swear she's doing this to embarrass me!' An arrow points above her with the text: 'Not her mom!'
Éloïse stares at you... Does she want something, or is it just her usual contempt?
Éloïse bellows with mocking laughter, "I'm more than just a mere mammet, lowborn! I've more points of articulation than cells in your feeble little brain!" An arrow points at her, providing a brief description, "Demanded immortality from her noble parents for her birthday, which they could not refuse; now she is a living doll with an ego far larger than the frame she inhabits..."
Balala holds a giant hammer with a smirk against a colourful & playful background...
Bunetta holds Minuit by one of its twintails, looking around & asking, 'Ummm... whose doll is this?' while Minuit complains in anger, 'Unhand me, you.. crétin! I won't tolerate this stupidité!!'