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Kurumu Kurono the succubus and Yukari Sendo the witch had finally managed to get themselves out of the ice traps Mizore had set for them and were now heading back to the academy to warm themselves up and plot revenge on the snow fairy that had frozen them into popsicles.  " I am gonna ki...ki...kiaasshhooooo!  Kill her for this!" Kurumu sneezed.  "Desu desu!" Yukari agreed, trying to stop shivering.  "Mush! Mush!" "Yipe!"  "What was that?" Yukari asked looking in the direction of the new voices.  Before they could hide, a sled drawn by a transformed werewolf and driven by a green faced Eskimo shot past, covering them in a combination of mud and snow.  "THAT IS IT!" Kurumu yelled, her anger overriding her transformation as batwings unfurled from her shoulders and a forked tail emerging from underneath her skirt.  Grabbing Yukari's hand she shot into the air and started to follow the trail of snow and pained yelps from the sled.

Upon finally reaching the Academy gates the Mask hauled on the reins, skidding the sled to a stop and jumped to the ground, dressed once again in her Goth-Loli attire.  An angry snarl prompted to look round into the bared teeth of Gin Morioka, who was less than pleased at his treatment as a sled dog.  The Mask took a step back before changing her mind; a werewolf was the fastest monster in existence, he could easily chase her down if she chose to run.  Before Gin could catch her, the Mask pulled a stick from behind her and whistled; "Here boy!  That's right! Ready?  Fetch!"  Gin raced after the stick and caught it.  Just as he was about to bring it back, he realised just what he was doing.  Taking the stick out of his mouth, he glared at it suddenly noticing one end was smouldering.  For all his speed, the stick exploded before he could throw it away, leaving him frozen in a pre wind up throw pose like a soot blackened statue before falling over.  The Mask permitted herself a giggle as she skipped through the gates; relief her plan had worked and glee that Gin had fallen for it.

A loud swoosh caught her attention before Kurumu swooped in at full pelt with claws extended to half a metre in length.  A full blooded swipe seemingly missed the Mask but turned several nearby trees to matchwood.  "Hah!  Missed me!" the Mask giggled gleefully at Kurumu, right before falling apart in a similar manner to a book that had been placed on its spine then allowed to fall open.  With a grunt of annoyance the thin slivers of the Mask drew themselves back together with a zipping noise.  Kurumu landed and charged, both hands raised and prepared to slice.  Before she knew what was happening, Kurumu found herself picked up and spun round at dizzying speed.  After what seemed like several minutes of this spinning, she was set down, still completely dizzy, in front of a table that had not been there before.  In an attempt to keep her balance, Kurumu splayed both hands on the table.  "My stars!  Look at the state of those nails!  You were right to come to me Ducky, take a seat and we'll be done in no time."  Shaking the dizziness out of her head, Kurumu stared at the Mask, sitting across the table dressed as a 1950's style London manicurist, complete with all the tools of the trade.  "I swear, young folk today, they just don't know how to take care of themselves," the Mask nattered as she began.  Kurumu watched in stunned silence as the Mask worked her talons into a lather with a nail brush, buffed them into a shine with a polishing cloth, culminating in the use of a nail file, filing the talons back down to the nails.  Kurumu looked at her hands in shock then looked at the Mask with an expression of burgeoning anger.  The Mask gave a sheepish grin then turned and dashed away so quickly a Mask shaped cloud hung in the air a few seconds before dissipating.  Legs in a rough circular blur, the Mask dashed through the front gates of the Academy before turning and slamming them shut.  She spun herself into a whirlwind that expanded to cover the gates, kicking up a dust cloud.  Noises started to come from the cloud, clangs, the of a high powered drill, rattling chains and loud metallic clunks.  The whirlwind disappeared to reveal the gates covered with iron plating, padlocked chains and wooden planks.  The Mask leaned against them and heaved a sigh of relief.  There were several noises as half a dozen tarot cards slammed into the metal plates and rebounded off.  Standing stock still, a set of eyes on stalks emerged from the back of her head, a miniature set of hands materialising from the stalks and holding a set of binoculars to the eyes.  When they spotted Yukari, the whole of the Mask's face spun round to match the eyes, which bugged out further, so much so that the iris' and pupils of the eyes came away from the eye whites.  Her face bugged out as well, her mouth opened to 4 feet in diameter and her skull shot out, it's jaws also at a diameter of 4 feet, letting loose a horror filled howl.  With an almost audible the Mask's face went back to normal, as she backed up against the gates, dressed in a classic prison outfit of striped smock and trousers with a ball and chain around one leg.

"So this is it," she said as she collapsed to her knees, "caught...finally caught after all this time and all my efforts.  It's gonna be the Big House for me.  No more frolics in the sun.  No more games o' Golf with Big Al on the course.  It's coitans fer me now!  Ya hear!?  Coitans!!"  A set of dark green curtains suddenly fell out of nowhere to block Yukari's view.  After unfreezing from the surprise, Yukari used her tarot cards to slice the curtain down, to reveal the Mask dressed in outlandish golf gear lining up to take a shot with a golf club.  The "ball" being used was the one chained to her leg.  "FOOOORRRRRREEEEE!!!" the Mask yelled and swung.  Astonishingly, the ball on her leg was knocked away as though it weighed nothing.  Even more astonishing was watching the Mask trailing behind the ball, a faint "OooohhhhthereIgoooooo!!" wafting back on the breeze.

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Kurumu Kurono the succubus and Yukari Sendo the witch had finally managed to get themselves out of the ice traps Mizore had set for them and were now heading back to the academy to warm themselves up and plot revenge on the snow fairy that had frozen them into popsicles.  " I am gonna ki...ki...kiaasshhooooo!  Kill her for this!" Kurumu sneezed.  "Desu desu!" Yukari agreed, trying to stop shivering.  "Mush! Mush!" "Yipe!"  "What was that?" Yukari asked looking in the direction of the new voices.  Before they could hide, a sled drawn by a transformed werewolf and driven by a green faced Eskimo shot past, covering them in a combination of mud and snow.  "THAT IS IT!" Kurumu yelled, her anger overriding her transformation as batwings unfurled from her shoulders and a forked tail emerging from underneath her skirt.  Grabbing Yukari's hand she shot into the air and started to follow the trail of snow and pained yelps from the sled.

Upon finally reaching the Academy gates the Mask hauled on the reins, skidding the sled to a stop and jumped to the ground, dressed once again in her Goth-Loli attire.  An angry snarl prompted to look round into the bared teeth of Gin Morioka, who was less than pleased at his treatment as a sled dog.  The Mask took a step back before changing her mind; a werewolf was the fastest monster in existence, he could easily chase her down if she chose to run.  Before Gin could catch her, the Mask pulled a stick from behind her and whistled; "Here boy!  That's right! Ready?  Fetch!"  Gin raced after the stick and caught it.  Just as he was about to bring it back, he realised just what he was doing.  Taking the stick out of his mouth, he glared at it suddenly noticing one end was smouldering.  For all his speed, the stick exploded before he could throw it away, leaving him frozen in a pre wind up throw pose like a soot blackened statue before falling over.  The Mask permitted herself a giggle as she skipped through the gates; relief her plan had worked and glee that Gin had fallen for it.

A loud swoosh caught her attention before Kurumu swooped in at full pelt with claws extended to half a metre in length.  A full blooded swipe seemingly missed the Mask but turned several nearby trees to matchwood.  "Hah!  Missed me!" the Mask giggled gleefully at Kurumu, right before falling apart in a similar manner to a book that had been placed on its spine then allowed to fall open.  With a grunt of annoyance the thin slivers of the Mask drew themselves back together with a zipping noise.  Kurumu landed and charged, both hands raised and prepared to slice.  Before she knew what was happening, Kurumu found herself picked up and spun round at dizzying speed.  After what seemed like several minutes of this spinning, she was set down, still completely dizzy, in front of a table that had not been there before.  In an attempt to keep her balance, Kurumu splayed both hands on the table.  "My stars!  Look at the state of those nails!  You were right to come to me Ducky, take a seat and we'll be done in no time."  Shaking the dizziness out of her head, Kurumu stared at the Mask, sitting across the table dressed as a 1950's style London manicurist, complete with all the tools of the trade.  "I swear, young folk today, they just don't know how to take care of themselves," the Mask nattered as she began.  Kurumu watched in stunned silence as the Mask worked her talons into a lather with a nail brush, buffed them into a shine with a polishing cloth, culminating in the use of a nail file, filing the talons back down to the nails.  Kurumu looked at her hands in shock then looked at the Mask with an expression of burgeoning anger.  The Mask gave a sheepish grin then turned and dashed away so quickly a Mask shaped cloud hung in the air a few seconds before dissipating.  Legs in a rough circular blur, the Mask dashed through the front gates of the Academy before turning and slamming them shut.  She spun herself into a whirlwind that expanded to cover the gates, kicking up a dust cloud.  Noises started to come from the cloud, clangs, the of a high powered drill, rattling chains and loud metallic clunks.  The whirlwind disappeared to reveal the gates covered with iron plating, padlocked chains and wooden planks.  The Mask leaned against them and heaved a sigh of relief.  There were several noises as half a dozen tarot cards slammed into the metal plates and rebounded off.  Standing stock still, a set of eyes on stalks emerged from the back of her head, a miniature set of hands materialising from the stalks and holding a set of binoculars to the eyes.  When they spotted Yukari, the whole of the Mask's face spun round to match the eyes, which bugged out further, so much so that the iris' and pupils of the eyes came away from the eye whites.  Her face bugged out as well, her mouth opened to 4 feet in diameter and her skull shot out, it's jaws also at a diameter of 4 feet, letting loose a horror filled howl.  With an almost audible the Mask's face went back to normal, as she backed up against the gates, dressed in a classic prison outfit of striped smock and trousers with a ball and chain around one leg.

"So this is it," she said as she collapsed to her knees, "caught...finally caught after all this time and all my efforts.  It's gonna be the Big House for me.  No more frolics in the sun.  No more games o' Golf with Big Al on the course.  It's coitans fer me now!  Ya hear!?  Coitans!!"  A set of dark green curtains suddenly fell out of nowhere to block Yukari's view.  After unfreezing from the surprise, Yukari used her tarot cards to slice the curtain down, to reveal the Mask dressed in outlandish golf gear lining up to take a shot with a golf club.  The "ball" being used was the one chained to her leg.  "FOOOORRRRRREEEEE!!!" the Mask yelled and swung.  Astonishingly, the ball on her leg was knocked away as though it weighed nothing.  Even more astonishing was watching the Mask trailing behind the ball, a faint "OooohhhhthereIgoooooo!!" wafting back on the breeze.