The recent news of Martatoriot-OX's prison break was cleanly broadcast throughout the Teldrium, with the reporter on the screen displaying a body display of the villain in his suit and the picture of his human identity beside. Rotating news headlines with the crimson border intact on the center below the ongoing video stated, "Beware The Notorious Martatoriot-OX has mysteriously been freed from the prison."
Gloricon citizens on the sidewalk marked their wary stares at the holographic news billboard. The news also spread into the studio room belonging to Prila, who wore a dazzling velvet dress with a sparkling strawberry-red background. The floating cameras above simultaneously flashed onto Prila, widening her gratifying smile.
More specifically, the prison news popped into the glassy phone beside the white table, provoking Calana, who sat on the clean, grey, holographic chair to peek into it. She swiftly grabbed her phone, panting in surprise when she glanced at the news before forming a suspicious stare.
Although she stretched her hip for a dazzling pose into the flashy camera, Prila briefly peeked at Calana like a watchful hawk. Nonetheless, Calana crossed her hands and locked her stern gaze sharply on The Hair Magician, patiently waiting for the shooting process to reach its final phase.
An hour passed after the shooting process. Prila was now inside the dressing room and sat close to the floating mirror. The Hair Magician peeled off the elastic purplish eyeliners and grabbed the lipstick that painted her lip, blaring a soothing whistle. Gawking at her pink lip fueled the relaxation in Prila as she widened her smile, gently placing her lipstick on the long red table near her.
Prila hushedly tapped her chin before steering her sight to the back when she caught the approaching footsteps behind her, blowing a relieved sigh. She cheerfully planted a grin at the person who was revealed to be Calana holding the lengthened bluish holographic table in her grip.
"Ah, my good friend, Calana, what news you bring this time," The Hair Magician asked curiously.
Calana cleared her throat and drew the table closer to her face, "Well I wanted to report about the sales of the newest Pleasura from today."
"As for today, 500 copies have been sold only in Teldrium!!" Calana reported the news enthusiastically, sliding the tablet's screen "This magazine's sale is even better than the latest edition."
"I believe more people adore you right now, Prila," Calana professed, unfolding her impressed grin.
"I bet those magazine buyers are thirsty single men and pervy old men," Calana teased, sneaking her slight lascivious sight toward The Hair Magician.
The Hair Magician cackled blissfully and planted her exhilarated sight at Calana, "Or maybe a woman like you, too."
"Come on, Calana, I might swing both ways, but I have my preferred type," Prila insisted, heaving her open hand and whistling. "Sorry to say, you are not my type."
Calana groaned in deep frustration, "As always….Prila, Prila, you eager act as if you are playing hard to get."
"And yes, you have a questionable type such as your high school crush who magically returned after 10 years," Calana complained, pressing her taunting eye. "Tell me, do you still have a feeling with that guy?"
Prila sheepishly chuckled and snapped her fingers, "Until this day, yes, Calana."
"Anyway, thank you for sharing the information about the magazine sale," The Hair Magician spoke gladly.
"And I hope Mr.Hedwick can give you a fricking bonus for this," Calana uttered thoughtfully.
"Especially for the expensive beauty accessories my mother loves to buy," Prila whispered.
Suddenly, The Hair Magician held her shaking arms toward her editor friend, blinking the pink light within her hair. Noticing the model eyeing her, Calana exhaled the perturbed air and hid the table behind her spine. She heedfully walked closer toward Prila, swallowing a large gulp of saliva to fill her confidence.
"Also, I noticed you coming here not only to report sales and to tease me," The Hair Magician proclaimed and took an affirmed guess. "Instead, you wondering about the recent news isn't it?"
"The news of Martatoriot-OX?" The Hair Magician guessed, exhaling the hefty air and raising her feet to stand up.
Calana snickered and replied, "You are quite perceptive, Prila even without activating your magic power."
"Yes, that recent news and the other one when you put some kind of threat toward Martatoriot-OX," Calana professed, tightening her clenching knuckle. "The news I got in the early morning."
"Is it necessary for you to provoke him like that?" Calana asked in worry. "I do believe your point of view toward Amalia Galastar, but my question is this the right way to lure her?"
The Hair Magician sighed and clarified, "What I did might be wrong, but this is the only thing I can think of to make Amalia Galastar panic."
"I'm sorry if my approach is too frontal in the news," Prila apologized, humbly bowing her head.
"I understood your reasoning, however, my concern is what if Amalia Galastar suddenly put your parents as hostages?" Calana argued, feeling her breathing became hefty before resuming her argument. "I have a gut feeling if you keep investigating or provoking Amalia Galastar and her loyal slave further, she might have a chance to discover your parents' whereabouts."
"People like her most likely have a higher chance to do it either by using intel or, worse, bizarre sorcery," Calana added, biting her lip. "I'm saying all this because I'm your close friend too. Please be careful on this Prila."
The silence was the only response The Hair Magician showed to her friend as she planted a stunned frown. Her feet shuddered the longer Prila was frozen in trepidation, sprawling the thin pieces of her pinkish hair. However, the dreaded thought was imminently washed away with Prila shimmering the pinkish ray of light through her eyes shortly, forming reposed eyebrows toward her close friend.
An uprising pinkish aura swarmed through The Hair Magician's twin tail hairs, blowing the streaming gale that forced Calana to heave her blocking arms near her face. Prila gave a thankful nod toward her close friend, swaying her hand to the left and stopping the gale from invading the dressing room.
"Thank you for showing your concern, Calana," The Hair Magician uttered in breezy gladness, freeing her jolly smile. "I truly appreciate it."
Calana cheerfully smiled, "You're welcome for that."
"But, but, I have a big question." Calana let out more questions that attracted The Hair Magician to dart her anticipative glance. "And since you still want to bring down Amalia Galastar, are you gonna include other heroes too?"
The Hair Magician hummed and snapped her fingers in delightment, "Another great suggestion, Calana."
"I already had a perfect candidate for that," Prila admitted, glimmering the pinkish aura within her back.
"Are you going to call the other Triumph Makers to assist in this case, Prila?" Calana took a guess.
The Hair Magician shook her head and implanted a jovial expression on her face as she took one step forward to the door. At first, Calana tapped her cheek to dig into the model's expression. The longer she centered her stare toward Prila, the wider her eyebrows would broaden.
"Wait…a minute, don't tell me….you are asking your former lover to help you right?" Calana muttered, raising her dumbfounded look.
Prila nodded and confirmed. "Absolutely correct guessing."
"Are you sure this is the right choice, Prila?" Calana asked, shuddering her legs in worriedness.
"Since I want to expose her crime too, I bet he had the suitable technology to do it," The Hair Magician uttered relaxedly. "And another reason is Amalia Galastar didn't know well about him than Triumph Makers."
"Most likely, it will be more efficient," Prila proclaimed.
"Your last reason must be related to your feelings, isn't it?" Calana teased, sneering at The Hair Magician.
Prila's face loomed red briefly and proudly admitted, "Very correct assumption, Calana."
"Ah you indeed have a weird taste of men," Calana taunted.
"By the way, what time we are going to finish this shooting?" The Hair Magician blurted out a question.
Calana blew a large chunk of heavy air, "Well sorry to say, it's going to be finished until night especially with Mr.Hedwick wanting you to be a model for Bikluri Sweat."
"I see, okay then," The Hair Magician replied, soothingly closing her eyes.
"I will pay a visit to Gdark after Bikluri Sweat shooting is done," Prila mentioned.
"I hope Gdark is at home by the time I arrive there, not doing some different dimension activity thing," Prila murmured, wishing her crush would stay in his home as she was about to pay a visit
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Dark blue sky freshly arose throughout the vast area of Teldrium as the cold night occupied the center stage. Breezy wind broadly gusted throughout the humongous glimmering buildings and houses rooftops. The house belonging to Walteron also received the relieving touch of the night wind.
The inside of the Walteron house echoed the blitzing vortex noises that continuously went louder, vibrating the tables. More concisely, the blaring activity occurred inside the underground laboratory with Gdark pinning his vigilant stare at the newest backpack, a navy blue trapezoid backpack with a pair of pink hexagonal objects planted on the sides. The newest backpack was being sealed in a barricading blue cylinder container.
Gdark continued to siphon the flow of magenta energy through the backpack by shoving his palm forward. The backpack consistently absorbed the energy, radiating more navy blue and pink lights through its surface until it evoked the dancing vortexes, zapping every side of the containment.
Scanning his sight at the vortex wrapping the entire containment inside, Gdark gripped his hand and diminished the magenta energy from his palm. He withdrew his hand, lifting his fascinated eyebrows at the newest backpack that discharged more bluish and pinkish aura through its surface.
"So far, the progress of the newest backpack, Convenient Executioner, looks good," Gdark uttered brazenly, mesmerizing at the backpack.
"With me giving more enhancement, The Convenient Executioner will become an unstoppable force," Gdark added.
Gdark grunted and drew his crushing grip. "Sadly, it's not enough to even stand a chance against The Annoying Cosmic Being."
Dark scorching energies imbued Gdark's beating heart by strengthening his crushing grip and pressing his frustrated eyebrows. He steered away his glower expression from the backpack, swinging his crushing grip that indirectly unshackled the wave of magenta aura fleeting freely.
"The ongoing project for Langorold is not even done yet" Gdark muttered, exhaling a constant raspy breath before stepping away in bitter disappointment.
He groaned, "It's still needed more time to use its full capability,"
Gdark gazed at the above interior and chuckled maliciously, "Time of forging a powerful weapon can be disappointment too."
"Perhaps I needed to find a better source to improve my power," Gdark spoke, extending his grin and steering his sight at the floating holographic screen beside his left displaying the picture of the long V-shape mask dragon.
"As I said before, I should began to subtract Vucronic Dragon for the neat enhancement to all my backpacks," Gdark proclaimed.
Suddenly, a high-pitched bell sound bleated in Gdark's laboratory, halting his steps from moving further. He snapped his fingers, calling forth the rectangular holographic screen to hover near his front sight. The screen clearly showed the footage of the front fence, revealing the current guest, Prila patiently awaiting after she retrieved her finger that pressed the house's bell.
"So The Trophy Girl decided to visit me tonight," Gdark said, smiling eagerly. "Let's find out her."
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