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"Hey, they really appeared. There's a van in front of my house." (Faramicia)
Hiding in the shade of a nearby alley, he carefully observed the van he found on the way back from school. His normally reflective dirty blond hair kept close to the wall, softly he whispers.
" Transform. " (Faramicia)
Dirty blond to pale gold, even cover might not hide the luminescent aura emanating off of her any longer. Even so she remained vigilant in her gothic military style, under her long locks was her bluish grey cape, gold buttoned blouse, short skirt and tall grey boots. Her pale knees contrasted as it peaked out from under her skirt, a matchlock hangs weightlessly at the side of her waist, attached to the fabric by sheer magic giving an image of hovering. She adjusts her peaked visor cap to the front, and for a moment she saw the world covered by a blue lense before the vibrancy faded out.
She looks carefully, and sees something white floating around the van. It briefly pops in and out of her vision, like a marker on the side window of the driver's side. She adjusts her hay a few more times.
"Who knew the visor worked like go*gle glasses, there's even a crosshair and presence detection that works from behind walls..." (Faramicia)
There's even a gun by her side, she hadn't noticed it before since it was weightlessly floating there. It made sense, the gun and the crosshair were passive skills granted by her magical girl combat dress. One step, two step. She needn't conceal her stride, she felt weightless. After all, this will be the first time she's raised her hand on humans. The crosshair never appeared before, because she fought Traces and crosshairs only appear on humans. Was she designed to fight humans with these tools? A magical girl's awakening is affected by the presence of the magic gene, and so was their arsenal.
If a gene can predict one's personality and awaken powers that fit them, didn't that mean using oneself as a scaffold they can predict their own future? Well, magic never made sense. She promptly dismisses her thoughts and aimed at the back of the van. No ammo, her weapon felt absurdly light even in her palm, like a paper weight. Click. Click. Click. The crosshair in the van is gone.
This time, she 'aims' her shot at the lock. Click, the soft trigger sends feedback into her finger, she can never mistake the sensation. For a while now, she's seen a bunch of crosshairs in her home. What's going on? Only people with bad intentions would invade her home, she might mistake her parents for an enemy with the crosshaie, so she refrains from shooting all of them down.
"Yeah, I can take care of myself. You focus on your own thing. There's no enemy magical girl, so I'll be fine." (Faramicia)
She ends the call with Sariel. With a soft beep the phone vibrates and she keeps it in her dress. Before she transformed, she placed the phone on the floor so it wouldn't vanish and she could keep updating Sariel. Her item kept safely, she lifts her hand slowly before pulling open the door. She stood on the other side of the van, away from the side facing the home. She can't risk being seen through the window. If they regularly kept up comms, they might detect her if the driver doesn't answer a routine check.
She needed to investigate the van, and quick. Then assault the home. Roughly 8 crosshairs inside, either 6 or 8 enemies. Resolving herself to fight, she opens the van door. As expected, what greeted her was a corpse. One shot in the head, one in the heart, and the last in the liver. He had slumped off the will, collapsed over the gearshift lever. The stench of bodily fluids and blood assault her nose, causing her to grimace shortly.
The victim of her new power was slightly younger than middle aged based on the condition of his skin, blood had sprayed from the head shot to the gearshift area, the side seat and the back of the van. The other two wounds cause blood to pool on his own seat and the dampen the carpet at the brake area. She couldn't ascertain his age accurately, his face layed on the middle section of the cabin facing the lever, nose pressed against the gearshift.
"Interesting." (Faramicia)
Her power {Nova lotus} worked by increasing the 'potency' of something, the most basic usage was to intensify residual heat into an explosive blaze. That's what her gun did, it didn't actually shoot anything but it spawned a fireball inside the driver's body. Strangely enough, the wounds weren't cauterized by it, guess the temperature wasn't high enough. The 'bullets' exploded out of the body and formed what looked like bullet wounds. Though rather than shot in, they shot out.
However, what fascinated her most was the rifle slung on his back. A modernised platform with a slick finish, there were countless designs in previous eras, too many for her eyes to narrow and discern. Not that she had the expertise to do so, she only had knowledge from fps games she didn't play too often, and even then she isn't sure if those guns were real designs or not. What alerted her was the presence of magical energy...
Magic engine? Magic printing? There was some sort of phenomena reproduction mechanism sitting at where the hammering chamber should be. There's also a single crate in the back of the van, likely for ammo. He came back late from school today, why didn't they hide the van? Or did they believe they could control the situation with hostages? 6 crosshairs in the living room, two more wandering around upstairs.
The vehicle wasn't rigged with explosives, they didn't want to risk the driver's life. She picked up the gun, and made off towards the house. The curtains were drawn close, there's no way to observe the inside. If she opened the front door, she'd be fired full of holes. No choice but to enter from upstairs where there's less people. At least as a magical girl she could move fast. 1 minute after she killed the driver and she's already crawled through a window upstairs. Her own room, the door was opened but no guard was standing in front. She smashed through the glass with a crash, alerting all the presences in her house.
Swiftly, she shot her matchlock, dropping the two on the upper floor. Coarse shouting rang out from downstairs, as if in due course. They were afraid of death, who wouldn't be? But they were also soldiers. Rather than backing down...
"Come down here now and raise both hands! We know you're here! We have your parents!" (?)