Malga
groaned as she felt her belly ache. Not just a little peckish but
outright starved after having flown to and from all morning, giving
her slight insight to what it must be like to be Masazumi every
damned morning as she made her way across the airspace above the
Murayama with a package in hand for delivery.
What
one does for her lover while she’s away.
Unable
to make sweet love and having little to no room to eat during work,
how was a fallen angel such as herself supposed to live like t

Ever
since Malga lost her broom in combat there started to grow into place
a certain amount of uncertainty that was all but torture to her.
Without it, how could she be of use to her lover, and, indeed, all of
her other classmates? The resulting insecurity was like a blister
upon the skin, and she woke up every morning feeling like she was
insufficient.
Or
worse, a burden.
Malga
could no longer fight like she wanted to as a techno-hexen.
The
discomfort of it caused her six wings, raven black as

Most
of the time, Toori was perfectly fine with his lot in life. He played
erotic games at every opportunity and fooled around as dictated by
his heavenly contract to the Goddess of Revelry. Yet at the same
time... he was also the President and Chancellor of Musashi's
governmental Student Council and Chancellor's Board.
Toori
Aoi, a lanky eighteen year old boy with brown hair and a face
universally thought to be silly by both classmates and others, knew
what those positions entailed. Or at least

It
had not been long since they left the mainland of the Divine States
and a Tres España flotilla had caught up with them with every
intention to try and stop their journey. The battle started just
minutes ago and by all indication it would pass relatively soon,
provided the others held the line.
Malga
Naruze, a slender but curvy fallen angel with feathery wings as jet
black in color as her long hair, and as usual during school and
battle both she wore the Musashi Ariadust Academy female unifor

Okutama
Main Public Street – En route to Musashi Ariadust Academy
Another
morning had come, and most unfortunately a bad one at that. How come?
Because in the morning hours the one responsible for making her
breakfast was her silly brother Toori who now of all times had
decided to come up with a dose of sickness and was thus forced to
stay in bed, from which he likely indulged in his less than secret
object of interest, Erotica in other words. It was enough to
infuriate any number of girls...

Okutama
Main Public Street – En route to Musashi Ariadust Academy
Another
morning had come, and most unfortunately a bad one at that. How come?
Because in the morning hours the one responsible for making her
breakfast was her silly brother Toori who now of all times had
decided to come up with a dose of sickness and was thus forced to
stay in bed, from which he likely indulged in his less than secret
object of interest, Erotica in other words. It was enough to
infuriate any number of girls...

It
had been a lucrative week for all of them. First with a final
agreement with the contents of their state budget, and a finalization
of a trade agreement with another nation that required as much aged
meat as the City-Fleet Musashi could provide, which coupled with
agreements about the arranging of a international student festival to
broaden trade between them promised even greater economic
opportunities.
Everything
was going fine, so why in the world did she feel so hungry and
altogether anno

Time:
12:30
Quasi-Bahamut
Class Aerial City-Ship "Musashi" – "Okuama" –
Ariadust Academy – Class 3-Plum
Like
every other day, chaos had taken hold of this highly eccentric class.
Like is the case with every other nation in this world steered by
history recreation (In dark times let a blind man lead the way –
sort of thing) Musashi was also led by the student-body – more
specifically the Chancellor's board and the Student Council, whose
members are all in Class 3-Plu

Time:
12:30
Quasi-Bahamut
Class Aerial City-Ship "Musashi" – "Okuama" –
Ariadust Academy – Class 3-Plum
Like
every other day, chaos had taken hold of this highly eccentric class.
Like is the case with every other nation in this world steered by
history recreation (In dark times let a blind man lead the way –
sort of thing) Musashi was also led by the student-body – more
specifically the Chancellor's board and the Student Council, whose
members are all in Class 3-Plu