A pink haired young girl in a school uniform wanders up to the museum, she can't claim to be an art expert by any means but she did get the message so why not come. After a few minutes, she'd spot the blue haired girl and walk up with a cheerful wave. "Hey Sayaka! How's it going today, I mean clearly not too bad since things seem normal and all..." She'd pause for a moment, glancing around as if wondering whether things actually are normal or not. "Anyways, thanks for inviting me."

*a obviously fake statue is surrounded by people commenting about it*

"Geeze, no need to act so paranoid Madoka." Sayaka would put her arm around her friend's shoulder before checking the time on her phone, she had messaged a few other people earlier, but they must be running late. "I'm allowed to text you about normal stuff right? We haven't hung out in a while and this seemed like a good chance." she wouldn't give the other girl much room to wait before dragging Madoka inside, sure enough the museum is pretty busy with its ffrequenty changing exhibits. The first room is filled with statuesque pieces, a more modern kind of thing, Sayaka would stop by the rock, looking in at it through the glass "So... This is what passes for art these days? Maybe this wasn't the best idea..."

Madoka blushes a bit, Homura's clearly rubbed off on her too much at this point. Even so, it is actually nice. "You are yeah! I mean... Like I said at the mall, I really am just a normal girl Sayaka. And yeah, it's nice to just hang out sometimes!" She'd glance down at her hand for a moment, notably absent of a certain ring. Her head shakes for a bit before she looks back up at the... Art? "I'm not sure either... But it doesn't matter too much, I'm just happy to be doing something again really. Almost feels like the old days again."

Sayaka pretends not to notice anything about Madoka's ring, instead just shaking her head again at the rock before moving further in "Close enough anyways, though its a shame Hitome couldn't be here. She'd probably know the most about it. But this isn't the main exhibit anyways." Sayaka heads over to the next room, bringing her friend close behind. This next one is filled with abstract paintings, mostly blurs of lines and colors that clash and bend with little rhyme or reason to it. Though some of the paintings one can almost seem to make out shapes or people in. "This one's a little weird. Kinda reminds me of.. Well you know. Probably supposed to evoke some great feelings or something."

Madoka nods in agreement a bit, ah Hitomi... Though she can't say it wouldn't be fun to mess with Hitomi some, or a lot. "Heh, yeah. She is the type to be sure... Though I gotta admit, I'd have a hard time not joking at the expense of her occasional 'forbidden love' comments." She'd giggle for a moment before staring at the things in the next room. For a brief second she'd go deathly pale before shaking her head and breathing in deeply. "I know all too well yeah... I guess you've been doing alright with that stuff? Do me a favor though, please call Homura if you need help with them... And yeah I'm sure they are, they even succeed for me. Though probably not the intended feelings."

Sayaka would definitely notice Madoka's reaction, moving to get them through this particular exhibit as quickly as possible. The unknown dangers of an art museum, she tries to kinda just shake it off while smiling to Madoka "Of course I have, I've been doing it for like a year now. Heck I'd almost be willing to show off for ya sometime." Sayaka chuckles, flashing Madoka a wink while striking a pose with her left hand up, making her own silver ring with a crescent-shaped gem perfectly clear to see "I'd rather not bother you two about it. 'Specially since you don't need to do that stuff anymore. You can just sit back and let me take care of the city."

*the fake statue fell* Shit gotta steal a something! *Grabs the paintings in the trash*

Madoka stares at Sayaka for a moment, don't need to... Does she really think it's so easy to just forget about it all? Maybe she does, and wouldn't that be nice. To pretend the world makes sense and isn't full of monsters. "I... Maybe we don't have to, but I think Homura's gonna do it anyways honestly. She's been trying to practice again lately, ever since she got dragged into that witch hunt. Honestly, I feel a little useless sometimes but I guess it can't be avoided." She goes quiet for a bit before staring over at the other pink haired girl... Wait a minute, is that the Kohaku girl? There's a grin on her face as she walks up and waves to her. "Um, hi... Are you Kohaku? I only asked because someone I know mentioned you might wanna speak with me if so. And if not, s-sorry to bother you."

What is it that they say in the internet they use around here? Oh, right. [Green haired, tall and slim. So are the physical attributes of the ageless youth in question. He had been walking around with no cares at all, stumbling with no one of importance. Hell, he could even say he missed Gamma and how easy it was to poke fun at the guy. Regardless, he kicks open the main door of the Art Museum, although perhaps it was already open, in which case he closed them just to kick them open.] NICE PLACE, DEROGATORY TERM WHICH USES THE LETTER AFTER "M"! [Guards may have been looking at him, but if they knew better, they would not get close at all. Besides, how could a cute, green haired young lad be any dangerous.] That's trash, I hate it. [First thing he does is point at random paintings. Disregarding the notoriously taken aback guards and people, he would keep walking and calling everything trash.]

The guards would be too stunned to do anything about Kazuma, instead just watching him walk by with their mouths open, while a few people in the crowd would stop to take pictures Sayaka would give Madoka a solid pat on the back, trying to reassure her friend with a grin "Its fine, part of why I started doing this was to be able to protect you, Homura and all my other friends. Its nice of you to want to help but really, I'm kinda relieved." she'd raise an eyebrow towards Kohaku, but decides to let her and Madoka have their own talk, especially with a really, really loud guy starting to barge through. Sayaka would step in front of the green-haired manwith both hand son her hips "Hey, if you don't like art you can just leave, there's no need to be so rude about it. I bet someone worked hard on... That." as she says those words her eyes wander to the obvious rock. Which almost makes her regret those words.

The girl jumps with a start and a small shriek. Ah! U-uhh!... Hai!? D-d-doo Ai n-new yoo?!? H-haw ahh yoo I'm fine saankyoo! She looks around nervously, avoiding Madoka's eyes as she tries her best to speak terrible engrish... Definitely acting suspiciously...

[Terrible plans were being created deep inside his cerebro as the young, apparently defenseless girl showed up in front of him. No, not that, that's against the rules, you sick bastard. What he's trying to figure out is how to make fun of her.] You see little missy, I consider myself a man of high artistical standards. A connoisseur, if you will. For example, diaper hair. [He walks up to the nearest trash can, he kneels in front of it, pointing at it with a self serving smile] This, I absolutely adore. But you know, it needs a little something. [He looks at her, and then at the trash can. At her again, and the marvelous piece of artistic success.] Please stand right next to it.

Sayaka would be somewhat surprised by the man's sudden change of heart. But since she didn't really want to start a fight anyways, she just kinda raises an eyebrow "I mean, I guess I don't really know much about art anyways. But if it'll get you to keep your voice down." Sayaka would turn her back to Kazuma briefly as she walks next to the trash can, looking down at the mess inside it, mostly discarded bottles and candy wrappers, before turning back around to the green-haired man "Like this? Like, don't you need a special pose or something?"

"Hewwoo everyone I came just for some cool art things but I decided to stay since this seems like a fun chat. The name is Damon by the way please don't forget it in like five mins." Suddenly a weird young man/adult thing has appeared equipped with phone, backpack, and cat eared headphones on his person. He does not appear harmful but he does stare at everything with vague interest. Especially the art to appear cultured to the masses.

[The young man would cirlce the girl and his precious trash can with malicious intent. His eyes: penetrating deep into this magnificent vista. Except it wasn't, as far as he was concerned, her diaper hair and baby face had ruined the best piece of this otherwise "Lacking in Art" Museum. Rather, it was more like a display of a first grader's first ever manual project.] No, it's ruined. You ruined it. Tho if you jumped in I'm sure it would be better. [He lets out a massive sigh. In an overly dramatic fashion.] But you might even ruin it with your girl bugs, now there is not a single thing one can do about it. [He points at her.] You ruined art forever, missy. Thought I should let you know. [He would then turn around and vigorously point with his middle finger at the newly arrived.] ZIP IT, DAMIAN.

Madoka stares curiously at the girl, she doesn't buy that her speech can be this terrible... Not even for a chance. "Please calm down, and stop talking like that alright? Whatever you're doing to... Try and hide you don't need to worry about it, I just wanted to say hi to you is all!" She'd glance over towards Sayaka again and see... Whatever that is, whoever that green haired guy is he seems more than a bit odd to her. The girl's phone is quickly pulled out and a message is sent, though she puts it away again just as quickly. "Yeesh... Can't beleive Sayaka's doing that though, he seems like bad news to me but maybe I'm just emulating Homura too much." The guy does seem like a mere jerk rather than actively dangerous, even so. She's learned not to judge a book by its cover at this point, best to assume there's something more and be wrong than get caught entirely off guard.

Damon looks at the creepy green haired guy with mock shock. Gee I just showed up and I'm already being attacked. Like I can't even cope right now. Damon being the guy he is then walks over to the trash can and kicks it over. Allowing it to spill everything inside. Hey look guys I made art.

Another newcomer appeared at the museum, and it seemed to be a young, female adult with long, blue hair. She shuffles around a bit in over the knee boots and a blue sweater and beige skirt. She carries a small notebook in her hands, or fingers, since half of her hands are covered by her big, beige puffy jacket. "Oh, all the pieces in this museum look...nice..." She loosely wears her oversized jacket around her, evident in that she doesn't let it go around her shoulders. Her head turns over to the others, then she decides to go over where all the people are. "My my, I didn't expect such wonderful people to be here!" Her words flow greatly with sarcasm, and she decides to tear out a sheet in her notebook. When she does, the sound would make a greater impact than it should have, and it rings in everyone's ears once the sheet is torn out.

Sayaka's face turns to a scowl, now getting frustrated with their antics, the girl crosses her arms and takes a few steps away from the trashcan "Oh come on, how old are you, twelve? Everyone knows girls don't have bugs, its just a thing kids do." Sayaka gets an idea of her own for this self-proclaimed art critic, her scowl turning to a grin as she points a finger at him, a hint of irritation in her voice "Besides, I'm pretty sure I could come up with a better painting than you, and I don't even like these places."

Foolishly foolish fool! I, as a critic, do not need to be a good artist to know what good art is. And let me tell you a secret. [He would quickly move closer to her, allow his lips to be as close as possible to her ear. Why? Maybe to make her feel uncomfortable.] The only good piece of art you will ever make is the nice, shining corpse you'll leave behind once you stop fighting. Just so you know, words can cut deep. [He would then take a few step back but loudly, and I mean, LOUDLY clap at the newest creation. He points at the kicked trash can.] This, THIS is what I live for, true art. Boundless, astonishing, daunting! You have my congratulations, Dimmadome. [However, there is a noise. Something from behind just caught his attention as his ears feel like they were assaulted. He turns around to see a new person, with an aura that reminded him too much of himself.] You, you're trying to steal my thunder. Well that's too bad, tampon ad. Because the big kahuna is me. You got a problem with that, Small-time?

Taken aback by the sudden compliment this guy does the first thing that comes to mind. Bow for it and then fake sniffle. " I never thought I would be appreciated like this. I just didn't know my life led up to this greatness and I'd like to thank the academy, my cats, and ..." Before he is able to finish a ripping sound distracts him and his annoyance spikes for a moment. Dang people can't just appreciate good theatrics these days. Right random green hair person.

The girl blankly looks towards Kazuma, and simply sighs as she decides to ball up the paper. Again, the sounds are simply irritating, and louder than it should be as if it would be right into your ear, and it's even louder in Kazuma's ear than anyone else's. "So, kicking a trash can over right after you called it art and picking at some children is the best way you can get your "thunder"? It's kind of sad, really." She simply blew a raspberry at him as she threw the paper ball at the trash can. Although the paper ball shouldn't have gone anywhere with a throw like that, it rolled into the trash-can casually. It also seemed to have picked the trash can up and leave it standing back where it was. "Though, I digress. People like you aren't really worth my time...any kind of time really." She walked over to Sayaka and looked at her with a smile so friendly it gave her de-ja-vu. "My name is Sana. Nice to meet you all." She glances over at Kazuma, with the same friendly smile she gave everyone. "Not you, though. Whatever your name is."

S-sorry. She scratches the back of her head nervously. Y-yes... I'm.. uhh .. Kohaku. The girl looks down, as if she's not sure how she's supposed to act. H-hello...

“Dude you sound seriously messed up. Are you sure you’re an art critic?” Sayaka would shudder a bit as Kazuma gets close to her, taking a few quick steps back to get out of the uncomfortable situation, only to end up slipping on one of the now spilled bottles and falling against the wall. “H... Hey. Watch where you’re throwing things.” Sayaka quickly picks herself up, she briefly considers taking off her ring but that’d be a bit much for a couple of jerks. Instead she’d try to ignore the inevitable jeers and head back to Madoka and them.

The girl smiles brightly at Kohaku, doing her best to ignore Mr green hair. Though she does spare Sana a wave and polite nod while watching Sayaka back. "Hehe, I figured as much Kohaku-chan! It's good to meet you rather than just hearing about you finally..." She'd pause for a bit and look down at her feet, rubbing the back of her head and pondering what exactly to say at this point. "... I can see the resemblance though, but I'm sorry to say till now I've never met you before. That doesn't really matter though right, we can still be friends!" Her hand extends outwards to Kohaku with a grin, though she does glance over at Sayaka concerned every now and then.

[He tries to put his hands over his ears but it's no use, the noise doesn't feel like it's from any outside source. Even if it was, it was impossible to avoid the annoyance it brings. Kazuma, despite this, does not change his expression.] You say that, and yet you still take the time to look back and let me know aaaaall about it. If you weren't already bad at communicating then I would maybe consider that you are just bad at lying, small-fry. [He gestures towards Damon.] Still, to so adamantly insult this poor young lad, incredible. His "Kicking the trash can" piece is certainly the best this entire venue has to offer. Which is not too much, I should say. [Then, he points at himself dramatically. Pulling back his hoodie and revealing his yellow, serpetine eyes, he gives everyone a nice, warm, cute, and slightly sinister smile.] My name is Kazuma Kval, brother of Hazama Honoka, sibling of Yuuki Terumi, son of Relius Clover. I guess it's nice for all of you to finally meet me.

"Oh is this the part where we all introduce ourselves then fight to the death or something." A bit lost on what emotion to present given all the weird hostility and kindness this guy shifts to winging it. Basically allowing his though process to run its course and go with it. Having tried to read the situation he goes to where he determines is a place to be seen and smiles. "I am the Damon with no actual last name and my current job is student or whatever I set my mind to. I guess. Oh and um my spirit animal is a lynx cause I'm kind and feisty."

Sana looked over towards Kazuma, and her smile faded a little bit as she walked towards Kazuma. Realizing that she was actually shorter than him, she paced back a little bit looking behind her. Once she stared at him for a bit, she laughed, not with insanity, but with glee. "Oh, Kazuma-kun. I merely wanted a response. You gave the best out of them all! I commend that you can act like that in public, especially in front of children." She casually looked over to Damon and waved toward him super politely. "My apologies for calling your artwork stupid, I just wanted to be bored out of my mind." She ripped a page out of her small notebook again, but this time there were no annoying sounds involved. Sana took out a pen and wrote on it, and looked at it for a bit, but then threw it away from behind her without looking at the trash can. Once it landed inside, it actually fell over again, by itself. "I decided you wouldn't want to catch any girl diseases from me, so I didn't let you get my contact info. Though, it's nice to meet you too, Kazama!" Her whole demeanor changed in a heartbeat, and her words no longer had a thick sarcastic accent. Now it's just super friendly...way too friendly. Though her happiness was genuine, it also was exaggerated to the point where it could annoy him.

O-oh.. You.. know about that too? She looks at the hand cautiously, as if afraid to take it. C-can I ask.. how?

"Ah don't worry about it. wmWhat I made today does best as a temporary fixture ya know." He walks over to Sana and simply looks at her with curiosity. Why do you want to be bored out of your mind? That sounds pretty well you know boring and kind of time wasting.

It's Kazuma, Ka-zu-ma. Even a child can say it, because it's as easy to say as this other guy's name, which is Damsel. [He points at Damon. He would admit it, he was starting to get annoyed at her antics, and honestly, honest to god all mighty, he HATED anyone that was louder than himself and didn't have any shade of green on their hair. Still, he couldn't lose against such a small fry acting like a robot.] Why would I want any kind of contact with you out of all polio ridden biological bombs. I'm not suicidal enough to try. [He would then force a smile on his face with both index fingers, a silly one that could show his larger than average fangs, at least in comparison to the rest of his teeth. A sign of his serpent-like family? Perhaps that is the case.] Now tell me, Jenny. Are you always this devoid of life or did the skin your mommy made for you develop sentience?

Madoka can't help looking at the scene before her curiously, this Sana girl seems... Nice, but there's something off about her that can't be placed. For now, she focuses back on Kohaku and giggles at the question. "Homura told me? It's not like we barely know each other or something Kohaku-Chan, I see her everyday so yeah." The girl just sighs as she hears Kazuma ranting. She'd love to ask what made him such an unrepentant jackass, but honestly it wouldn't be worth it. Not to mention a certain someone should be showing up soon on the off chance it gets past stupid comments... "Anyways, it really is good to meet you! I never really imagined I'd have... A sister, but I guess even if we're not from the same place. I don't think I'd mind that too much."

Ah.. Akemi-senpai It's ok... I.. uhh.. we didn't really know each other... So.. don't worry about it.. Umm... She scratches her head again. You, Akemi-senpai, and Miki-senpai.. seem a lot nicer.. than back home.

Damon doesn't really get why the creepy green haired guy is pointing at him but hey when in Rome. He points back with the same energy and says the coolest thing that comes to mind. Hazamaa there can be only one. He splays his left hand against his chest. And the chosen one shall be me. Since it's my heaven sent birthright ... or shet nope changing that. Urh can I get a do over.

Sana just blankly stared at Kazuma in awe, but after he was finished, she just snickered and moved on from whatever insults he had made for her. "Oh, Kazoma. My bad, sorry." She stretched out the word so much that it practically stayed in his head, and it was stored in the back of his mind. Nonetheless, she kept going. "Jenny is a nice name as well...maybe I should think of using it when I get the chance. Maybe to ship myself off to be an illegal immigrant so I can get as far away from you as I can." She yawned, and looked back at Kazuma as he showed off his fangs. She closed her eyes and smiled back at him with another smile perfectly replicated to show off to the others. "But nevermind that, you numb-minded hypocrite! Why don't we talk about something else. Preferrably over some tea, don't you think? Oh, wait. After what you said, I'd doubt a little cro-magnum troglodyte like you would want to try and talk things out like a civilized person, right Kazema?" Despite her gentle tone, her words were still back to where they were last time, oozing with every ounce of sarcasm as possible. It almost sounded like she was talking to a child, but she knew full and well who Kazuma was at this point and exactly how to say his name. She fiddled with her oversized jacket and twirled her hair waiting for a response.

[For a few seconds he would keep silent. For only mere moments would he just say nothing at all. He was surprised at Damon, truly, because he did not expect anyone else to enjoy theatrics as much as that guy Relius did.] Matt, Matt, Matt. I swear you're a bag full of disappointing surprises, but you don't need to throw such bag at mine face. Don't you know? The kind of person you are is better off catching on fire than attracting light. [He gives him a few pats on the back as a sign of absolute, uttermost pity.] I, Kazuma, truly believe you are the only one worthy of a do over in life. [And soon, oh how soon it was, so much he wished it had taken her longer to mutter any more of the trash talk she kept it. It was infuriating, not used to having anyone fight back, he was able to see some kind of beauty in all of it. It was, for once, exciting.] I see the princess has some semblance of elegency! Exactly what I've been looking for, oh so far and wide in this irregular world. You see, Jenny, if you wanted to sit down and have a drink, all you had to do was ask. There was never any need to do like a child and try to annoy me to get any kind of attention. [He does his best to go right through her attempts, as he is the one that's supposed to be infuriating, and not the one getting infuriated.] I could already feel that stench from a mile away. So next time DO try to send me a letter, since you seem to be so fond of that little notebook of yours.

You say I'm all show but half the stuff you say is straight out of some lame adventure story Damon let's himself drop to the floor and crosses his legs. Allowing his bookbag to fall on his side as he begins to mess with his hair. Kaz, Kazzus, Kaz Kaz I'm sorry no one loved you as a kiddie. So now you have to hide it behind a cute tough guy deal and annoy some pretty nice people. Like thanks dude for pitying me cause mayhaps I deserve it but whatever you got is three counts of messed up. At least I can admit that I'm a weirdo you lamo. He proceeds to laugh with careless abandon until he is practically wiping some tears. I sound so cool today huh.

Sana looked at Kazuma in a certain way like an infant does whenever someone jingles keys in front of their face. It looked to him as if she didn't get the message, but once he was finished, she laughed and giggled in a girly manner as if she were a little schoolgirl. It echoed in his head, but went away once she went on her own tangent again. "Oh, Kasofu." Again, it was another deliberately wrong pronunciation that was etched into his brain as if they were stitches, she didn't want to take the time to try and think of some other cheapskate name that would've made him look better for himself. "You see, why take the time in talking about my notebook when I've only gone to reach for it twice today?" She took it out nonchalantly as she gazed at him with a vague look, but she kept the smile on her face as she went on and opened the notebook. She stroked it for a little, and then yanked it out horribly quickly. While it had no effect on Damon, the annoying ripples of exaggerated sound had came back to Kazuma. "Don't worry, it doesn't cost much. I found it at what they call the dollar store. I'm sure you've been there a bunch of times. I can send letters this way. This way, it can be secret. I can give you all the letters you want." She took out her pen again and wrote inside, then she folded it up into a paper airplane at the same speed that she got it out in. Once she threw it, it flew into the garbage can. "Many apologies...what was your name again? Caleb? Whatever, I'll just make another one." Another rip out of the notebook pierced his ears again as the sound was loud enough to make his ears bleed. She wrote another one, and then threw the whole notebook away near the garbage can. Not even bothering to fold it, she dropped it as if she expected Kazuma to pick it up himself. "I made your job easier for you, and you're very much welcome Stefan!" She wasn't even trying to hide it now. Sana looked over at Kazuma with a perpetuating smile, and it was there to show positivity and brightness despite all her sluggish backtalk.

Madoka stares at Kohaku curiously for a moment, nicer? That's... Worrying to say the least for her, she can't imagine herself not being nice. At all really, but to her own sister? That just sounds beyond the realm of possible. "We do... Homura's always been nice in my experience at least, and it might sound a little vain but I like to think I've always aimed for being nice too." She sighs and walks closer to the girl, though not entirely close and she's clearly giving room for Kohaku to approach her rather than trying to intrude. She does hold her arms open and smile though. "I can't speak for any 'other me' out there, but I'm not gonna turn my back on someone in need. And um, you kinda seem like you need a hug Kohaku-chan." She'd glance at Sana and Kazuma again regardless of Kohaku's response to her offered affection, a slightly worried look crossing her face as she wonders how exactly that event might go.

[Kazuma couldn't take it, he had to kneel down because the pain was too great. He swore he would get her soon enough; his snake would coil around her and shred her to pieces. That was his violent impulse, his gluttonous fangs getting hungry. But, as soon as the pain was gone, he stood up. He slowly composed himself and kept both eyes closed, preparing himself. Getting into the right mindset. Slowly, he would cover his head and face with his hoodie once again. The shadows were covering his eyes...until he opened them. Both golden orbs were staring straight to her, almost as if they were piercing her very soul. After this, he claps once.] No you.

Kohaku hesitates, not sure if she's allowed to, or perhaps afraid to. I-I'm.. uhh.. im not.. sure if... Are.. you.. umm... She closes her eyes, instinctively shrinks back, but ultimately walks forward, as if she were jumping into a cold pool.

Noticing all the super powery stuff going on Damon thinks to himself. Not again. He always seems to end up in the wrong time and wrong place. Dang it he wanted to enjoy some art and become cultured but now it switched to pvp mode . He was capable of doing one thing though. Hey while you guys umm fight out your issue I'm about to borrow some things. If that is k with you all. Taking being ignored as an answer he moves to steal the art. Stuffing the small stuff in his bag and lifting up the trash can with his minimal strength. Why doss art have to be so heavy???? Cant they make something easy like the pinkest pink.

this obviously seems like the absolute best moment for Sayaka to finally approach Madoka and Kohaku, putting her arms around their shoulders for a group hug "Sorry it took me so long, but I see you two have been getting along well." Sayaka would look back at Kohaku, she looked pretty familiar but if they didn't want to bring it up it was best to act like she hadn't seen them before "I'm Sayaka Miki, Madoka here's friend. I hope she hasn't given you too much trouble." The girl speaks with a smiling, jocular tone to keep the mood light and fresh

Madoka would grin a bit as Sayaka wraps her arms around them, clearly enjoying it despite the fact she'd break away soon enough. "Heh, yeah I think we have... Kohaku-chan seems nice!" She'd snap her fingers and turn to face Kohaku again with a blush on her face, stuttering a bit after Sayaka's words. "H-hey, I'm not that bad Sayaka! If anything, you're the one that gives people trouble... Oh and um, thanks Kohaku, for trying to help Homura the other day. She told me about what happened, and if you need us for anything lemme know." The girl would put a hand on her chin for a moment and stare at a wall, clearly deep in thought before shaking her head. "Anyway, might be best to head out soon. Though, maybe not..."

Sana seemed surprised at first, and her eyes widened to the point that it's no wonder they stayed in her eye sockets. She then took out a perfume bottle that looked horribly lavish and rich, and she eyed it like it was nothing. Spraying it a few times, she seemed to cough a bit, and maybe have a heart attack as soon as there was more purple fog that had enveloped around her. Her silhouette surely looked like it was not doing so well, but the sounds were undecipherable. Not until she stood upright as if the event never happened. "I decided to actually bleach my brain in order for me to forget that all happened. You win, I surrender." She then made a gesture resembling a polite curtsy with her short skirt, even though her jacket made the action bit clunky. Overall...a success for Kazuma probably. She turned around and started to walk away, but then look back with a bit of a condescending smirk. "Oh, and by the way, you can have this." Sana gave him a black playing card that said the word 'Uno' on the back. If you were smart enough to see this horribly telegraphed joke coming, it's a blue reverse card. She skipped gleefully out of the art museum knowing that she couldn't have the decency to own a green reverse card to make him feel a slight bit better about himself. If he was listening, Kazuma would also hear her say his name wrong again.

Kohaku smiles a little as Sayaka joins them. H-hello Miki-senpai.. I'm.. uhh... She looks at Madoka, then back to Sayaka. Kohaku.. Kaname Kohaku... We.. uhh.. I was.. uhh... She shakes her head, trying to get it to work correctly. Nice to meet you. She steps back a little. Don't let me keep you if you gotta go. I was just.. uhh... She looks at the paintings on the walls. ............ Scouting.

I....I!! [Kazuma couldn't take it anymore, and although he was amused to no ends, he wasn't having it anymore. Why did she even have the card!?] Come back here you blue haired emo bitch! I'll shove this thing right up your card reader! [And so, Kazuma's Ouroboros is summoned and it coils around his arms. He chased after her, he knew he would probably not catch up to her but whatever happened, at least he may have some semblance of revenge. With the accursed Uno card in hand, and with malicious intent in his eyes, he dashed out of the place.] YOU DIDN'T EVEN SAY UNO!! [And thus, gone.]

Damon just stares around with a shite eating grin. Looks like I win. Kekekekekeke. With that he leaves for parts unknown.

"If anything I SOLVE problems now. Besides, you're fun to mess with." Sayaka would ruffle Madoka's hair a bit before giving the girl her proper space, cheery grin back as usual, she crosses her arms and looks between the two pink-haired girls in front of her "Man, I can tell you two'll get along great. Long as there's someone around to choose." Sayaka lets out a little laugh at the two's suspense before letting out a soft sigh and closing her eyes "No need to be so nervous. Its cool if you've gotta go Madoka, just be a bit more assertive about it. Don't want any guys to walk all over you." Sayaka opens her eyes to give Kohaku a cheery look "That goes for you too ya know."

Madoka stares at the girl curiously, keep her? Huh? "Um, I think it might be best for you to leave too Kohaku... Though, with any luck that might not be needed. Don't worry, you aren't gonna keep me a-" Before Madoka can say anymore, a young woman with black hair tied up in a ponytail wearing a pair of jean shorts and a black t-shirt walks through the doors at a very quick pace. She'd stare at Kazuma and lean back against a wall, arms crossed but for now not speaking a word. Madoka waves to her sheepishly. M: "I guess you do Sayaka, yeah... And hey, I'm not a total pushover or anything." Homura would walk up to the trio with a calm and calculating look on her face... Which quickly gives way to a friendly smile as Kazuma departs. She chuckles a bit upon hearing Sayaka's words. H: "Eh, walk all over her? Better not try, that's a fast way to end up in my bad graces. Besides, she's still a good shot with a bow. You should look at getting a practical one of those ya know love." Madoka looks only slightly surpised by Homura so casually suggesting picking up lethal weapons, she knows what the girl carries on her after all. M: "It isn't so much that I gotta be anywhere, as it is that I was a bit concerned that green haired guy might... Escelate. I blame you Homura, you're too worried about things and it's gotten to me!" H: "Hey, better safe than sorry around here right? Looks fine though, but I'm not mad you called me."

Huh? Guys? Kohaku tilts her head, confused. ..... Oh, don't worry Miki-senpai. I won't sleep on the ground. She smiles a proud smile. I found an empty apartment with a bed. Nobody's gonna step on me! She waves at Homura. Hello Akemi-senpai!

Sayaka looks out to see the green-haired man running out the door after someone, she smirks, though it had nothing to do with her its still an enjoyable sight to see "Yeah, I don't think that'll be necessary anymore. Besides..." Sayaka catches sight of Homura's approach, waving to the other girl before nodding "Nice to see you could show up Homura, I was a bit worried you'd be busy. Still, no need to worry, I'm here after all." Sayaka would give her best cocky grin to give off an air of self-assurance before Kohaku says something that causes her eyebrow to raise and look at the younger girl "Sleep on the.... No no, its a figure of speech. Like trying to order you around, push you into stuff you don't really want. That kinda thing. You've seriously never heard of it before?"

Sonomi walked in as nonchalantly as possible, with purple cat-ear headphones blocking her ears and her eyes looking down at her phone. She whistled, and hummed, until her eyes looked over at Sana's. If anybody was paying attention, the resemblance between them was actually quite astonishing. Of course, until Kazuma chased after Sana in all his glory, making her stumble away from him and drop both her headphones and her phone. "Oh gosh. Why didn't I look where I was going?...I guess I'll buy a new pair..." She looked a bit gloomy looking down at the things she dropped, but as soon as she looked over at the trio, she felt happy again. Her eyes lit up to a bright degree as if they were flashlights, and she quickly scooped up her things and ran over to them. "Hi everyone! Sana here!" The name might've rang a bell, but she put her headphones on her shoulder and her phone in her pocket as she went along with her greetings casually. "Homura, Sayaka, Kohaku, it's nice to see you all again! And, Madoka, I presume? Are you another one of Homura's friends?" She asked innocently, batting her bright eyes towards Madoka. She was a bit excited that she forgot that she might've interrupted a conversation. "I heard it from somewhere. It's nice to meet you!"

Homura looks at Sayaka with somethin between concern and annoyance, she doesn't really like that tone but she isn't about to start a fight. Moreover, she's at least fairly sure Sayaka doesn't mean to anger her. Madoka for her part, would cheerfully grin and wave at Sonomi. Though she blushes a bit at the girl's question. H: "Never can tell around here Sayaka, and two's better than one if it comes to it. Also hey Kohaku, good to see you again. You as well Sana." M: "Yeah, and nice meeting you Sana-chan... And you could say Homura's a friend of mine I guess, I mean she's my girlfriend so, yeah..." Madoka would shake her head a bit as Sayaka has to explain what she meant, Kohaku seems like a nice girl but she's so oblivious about things. Homura for her part, sighs a bit and shrugs. H: "Mmm, yeah... Anyways, guess that you didn't strictly need me here huh? Ah well, it's nice to hang out some regardless. How's it been so far, everyone?" M: "Pretty good Homura, at least for me!"

"Yeah yeah I get it, just askin' ya to have a little faith in me is all. You're always welcome around Homura" Sayaka shrugs, its definitely not a point worth pursuing further. instead she'd turn to focus on Sonomi "Oh, hey Sana, have I..." Sayaka takes a close look at Sonomi, carefully inspecting the girl as though trying to figure out where she might have seen them before. It takes a few minutes before she snaps her fingers "From that old square with the fountain right? I didn't talk to ya much so its nice to meet ya more formally. Sayaka Miki, at your service." Sayaka would extend a hand towards Sonomi for a handshake as she finishes up her introduction

Sonomi blushes a shade of red as she shook her hand, turning her head away with a bashful expression. "Oh, it's fine Sayaka-chan. You don't need to do all that! So I should be able to serve you too whenever I can. She breathed out and continued, and looked towards her with her trademark friendly smile. "Yes, we met at the old square fountain. I'm sorry, it might've set a bad first impression for me..." Sonomi bowed as she apologized for nothing again, and turned to see Homura and Madoka. "I didn't know that you two were dating! That's so cool!" Her eyes lit up again as she fought the urge to jump up and down to express her happiness. She cleared her throat and her expression was filled with giddiness. "I fully support it, and hope you two will be happy together!"