magical girl crossover time

[ripened]

[ Of all the things Setsuna had thought returning to Clover Town was going to give her, a chance to dance with the rest of Clover at an indie dance festival in Tokyo hadn't been on the list. But Miyuki had gotten them a spot after another group had to drop out, and Setsuna - and the rest of Clover - weren't about to turn such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Being an indie dance festival meant word of mouth advertising needed to be done, and word of mouth advertising in Tokyo meant fliers. The fliers had been divided between everyone participating, which puts Setsuna in Azabu-juban, smiling at passerby and holding out the colorful flier. ] Please come see the Annual Tokyo Dance Fest!

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getting one over on me because michiru always wins, huh

[churning]

Pretty Cure. [ She echoes the name, sliding her book off her lap to set it aside, and shifts to brush her fingertips over Haruka's elbow. It's an obviously unnatural position. She tugs pointedly at Haruka's sleeve. ]

I see... And the witch escaped. [Not a question, they wouldn't be here on this chair if she hadn't.

Michiru wonders if she'd been looking too hard at her dreams for clues and missed something more obvious. ]

Obstructions, not enemies, I presume. [ Her eyelashes dip down as she looks away. ] As if we didn't have enough of that already.

[upturning]

[Haruka lets Michiru finish rolling up her sleeve, but dips her chin visibly, looking away. She trains her eyes on the far wall, fixed on the muted colors of a hanging painting. Even a landscape can look ominous - a peaceful moment about to be destroyed. A wince passes over her face, though whether the stimulus is internal or external seems unclear.]

They'll become our enemies if they cause problems. [Her muscles tense. If she had hackles they'd be standing straight up by now.] We don't have time to deal with them.