[Mari]

It was a quiet evening at the life sphere mall--Yes, those exist. Blue and Raffina were browsing an oddly barnyard themed dress shop whilst having a heart to heart.



"I just get so tired of everyone forgetting who I am, you know? I'm not some pushover just because I like using cute pokemon~ It's like they just... It's like they think I'm some sort of fake trainer. Y'know?"







"I think I have an idea. Are you alright, Blue? You've been very curt today. Is something bothering you, perhaps?"







" . . . Yeah. ...Hey, Raffina? I've got some spare change. Wanna try on dresses until we find one that fits~?"







" . . . O~hohoho. You know I cannot pass up an offer like that! Perhaps it will get our minds off of our troubles, hmm?"





...Not long later, Raffina emerges from a dressing room to discover Blue waiting for her. In her hand dangled Raffina's magical pouch. She'd snatched it away between outfits, taking advantage of the fact that Raffina wasn't wearing it. A tension filled the air as Blue's eyes glanced back and forth between the pouch and its owner, a knowing look in her eyes. "...What's the matter? You don't need this, do you?" she asked, causing Raffina to flinch. Blue was blatantly messing with her, but she wasn't sure why. "Hmm~? Why so silent? Maybe you could break the ice by reciting a spell or something~" Blue went on to remark, causing Raffina's blood to run cold. What was even happening right now?! "No? Good--Because I'm going to have to borrow it for a while."






" . . . No! Give it back, Blue. This isn't funny!" Raffina shouted, shaking with rage as she struggled to adapt to this unforseen turn of events.








"Friendly reminder that the difference between you shouting and me shouting is that my words will kill you~"




Raffina seizes up with horror. Excuse me, who turned up the intensity to 11? The usually fiery pinkette was decidedly silent in the face of something so... wrong leaving Blue's mouth. She was quietly considering her options for escape now.

" . . . For someone at the top of their class, you really are an idiot. 'Oh la-ti-da~!' ...How's that sound? Pretty good, right~? Think it'll fool Amitie? ...Oh don't give me that look. You shouldn't have been pretending to be a mage. ...Seriously though, stop it. It's kind of gross. ...Well, anyway, I'm going to need you to disappear. But look on the bright side! You can keep that dress... Uhuhuhu~"

...Raffina does not return to the magical girl's society that night.

[Mari]

Part 2 - A Raffined Taste

The setting is a sunny morning just two days after the incident between Blue and Raffina. Amitwo and Raffina have found themselves hanging out together! Once again, the two are having... Well, something resembling a heart to heart anyway.



" . . . So let me get this right. You're a magical doppelganger of Amitie? With the real thing's memories and everything? Only all of it was fabricated by some unknown power? ...And you named yourself Amitwo?"






"Hehe... Kind of a dorky name, right..?" Amitwo replied somewhat anxiously.






"...Nope! It sounds like a great name to me. And all this food you made, it's like ... you?"





"...Thanks, Raffina. Hehe--Yeah... You sure have grown an appetite. I think I'm running out of juice. I need something to hold myself together with--you know? ...Come to think of it, your voice kinda sounded different in my memories."






"...I guess your memories must've gotten some details wrong~"





"Oh... Hehe--I guess that makes sense. ...Y'know, I'm not mad though. Because--... Well--Now we can be closer~! That's all I ever wanted, you know? I know it sounds weird, since none of my memories are real, but it always really bothered me when we fought. I really like you and--...Well--This is really nice, don't you think~?"





"...Y'know, I don't remember why we fought so much either. You're a really great person, and an excellent mage, Amitie. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise--Especially not me."






Amitwo once again nervously giggled, bewildered by Raffina's strange behavior but unable to trust her own memory enough to call it out. "Thanks...--H-Hey--Raffina! What are you d-doing?? Stop!"

"Uhuhuhu... I know you said you were out of 'juice', but ... I just can't help myself. I want more... Let's get to know each other a bit more intimately, alright~?"

...Amitwo doesn't make it home to see Amitie or Rider that night.

[Mari]

Part 3 - Binds of Amitié



It's the day after Amitwo's 'disappearance'. A handful of invitations have gone out to key individuals and a couple of fliers have been posted around the life sphere's residential district. Handmade drawings depicting a wedding. ...Arle's wedding, with Viridi. The invitations go out to key individuals. Obviously not individuals living on the moon, but key individuals none-the-less. One of them, of course, was Arle. " . . . Oh geez. I never thought I'd have to go crash my own wedding." the mage remarked with a roll of her eyes. She was silently furious with whoever decided this was a funny joke. Never-the-less, she was going to have to set this straight. There was no way she was going to allow some faker to have a wedding in her name. She wasn't ready for a relationship right now, let alone marriage.

...Arle travels to the site of the wedding, a humble church-esque building complete with stained glass windows that for some reason depict a unknown green reploid on a ride chaser.

((Your characters are welcome to be included in this part of the thread if they live in the life sphere. However, understand that by entering them into this thread you are signing them up to be trophified unconditionally. They will not die, but they will have no power over the outcome of the thread as a result.))

"Alright, that's enough of this--"

Arle stopped in her tracks after barging into the building, only to discover two Chargin' Chucks up on the altar. One was in a wedding dress and the other was ... in a football helmet. ...The mage suddenly felt incredibly awkward, and with good reason. It looked like she'd just interrupted someone else's far more legitimate wedding. "Oh--...Um. I'm sorry." the mage awkwardly apologized. Before she could back out, however, the doors were once again flung open, inadvertantly knocking Arle over in the process. "STOP THE WEDDING!" Satan shouted, prompting the bride to throw her veil on the floor, confusing at least half the audience as to what kind of wedding they were having in the process. "What now??" the groom demanded. "Arlie belongs to me! She's cheating on me with a chuuni!" Satan blurted out. "No I'm n--...What??" "...Okay." ...Arle got back up to her feet and sneered at Satan. "...Oh, hello." "...Just get out." "But then where will we have our wedding?" "There's not going to be a wedding!" "Um--We have a thing going on here." "Oh? Well perhaps we can just relocate your wedding to hell. It's quite nice during the howling season~ How's that sound?" "...Actually we're good. C'mon honey."




"Hold up lovebirds~!" Amitwo announced as she seemingly stepped out of the pews to take her place on the alter. "Shut up!" Arle snapped, pointing a finger at the fake. She'd seen through the other's illusion almost immediately after hearing her voice. It was distinctly not Amitie's. "...Uhuhuhu~ Well that's not very nice! All I was going to say was that you should stay for a while! ...Or forever. Y'know for someone who makes so many enemies you sure are trusting. Didn't think about whether this could be a trap for a moment, huh?" "...No, I didn't really care." "Oh! Well... This is a trap." "It's more like a nuisance." "It hasn't even sprung yet. Oh and it's going to kill you when it does." "...I feel like you should have better things to do." "Oh?? Better things, huh? Shall we go fight some bad guys together? Go on adventure? Rustle up some treasure, maybe~?" "...Actually, yeah. You're right. You owe us an explanation. What's going on here, exactly?"






"Well, if you look at your feet you'll see that I've marked the area off with a gigantic sigil. That's going to prevent you from leaving and channel in an enormous amount of arcane power, which I'm going to use to destroy... you~! Brilliant, right~" "...Sure." "Maybe I'll pay Viridi a visit next. I can show her how it feels when your top mage actually loves you back." "...That's... creepy." "Don't pretend you don't know what's going on. Now um-...Bye~!"





...The church is vaporized as an eruption of arcane energy rips it apart from within. What remains of it burns to the ground in the intense fire that ensues. No one escapes, and the arcane fumes it produces prove to be highly toxic to rescue workers. The loss of life is catastrophic, with trophification failing to save some of the guests initially struck by the blast entirely. Others would take weeks to recover, their bodies so badly damaged underneath the trophification process that recovery proved exceptionally difficult. Among those lost in the blast ... is Arle.

[Mari]

Later, the toad police come to the conclusion that there's only one person in the life sphere with power stealing, body snatching abilities that can't quite mimic people's voices. A very confused Ashe is promptly arrested for the crime. She decidedly doesn't resist. Why, she doesn't know how but it's clearly her on that footage no one has! This, of course, does not come to light until after some of the victims regain consciousness.