World's are fabricated by words, thoughts, feelings, and ideals. They are created, torn apart and tossed into the wind. It's the fate of all things. There are those that seek to protect the sanctity of these worlds. There are those that brave the forces of the world stealing 'witches' with their own lives on the line.
With Envoys, they fight against the unseen enemy.
Envoys? They're instruments, friends, pieces, allies. They can turn the 'world' anyway they please with their abilities to control the world's 'perspective'.
The Envoys must play by the 'world's' rules or else they'll be expunged. By any means necessary.
This goes for the opposing 'witch' as well as the one playing against her, Au Courant.
This is the formula for the witch's game.
This is why things are the way they are.
It starts with you.
But it will end with me.
This is where the war between joy and despair will unfold.
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EPISODE 1: REVOLUTION
I keep staring out the window, watching the buildings fly on by. I see my reflection in the window. Golden eyes. Long, pink hair without those weird white ribbons. An appearance that was chosen for me because it was more 'apt' than any other. It was to gain the trust of someone, so it's a tool for another use.
What was my name again?
Faust Shinozaki.
Yeah, that's right. My name is Faust Shinozaki.
My job as an Envoy is to win. That's all I have to do is win… though I can already feel that this isn't going to be as easy as I make it out to be.
I don't even know how I'm supposed to 'win'. Do I fight something? Kill it? Win the day? "Phew." I look at my right hand to see that same gaudy ring. It has runic letters that seem to spell out something. There's a white-gemstone there too.
Right.
I'm a magical girl too.
Gotta play by the rules.
"Guh." I lean back on the non-too-comfortable seat as it comes to a stop.
Screeeech.
"Aahhh, pick better timing, will you?" I grunt while pulling myself up from the seat.
"Sorry, Ms." the driver talks says to me while the doors open up. It seems like the only reason he talked to me was because there was no one else on the train.
"It's alright." I give a smile back while taking a step outside. "Have a good day." the doors close with a clang then the train goes on its way. Now everything feels surreal.
Like I really don't belong here, but it's my job. Through thick or thin, I have to fulfill it.
I slap my face with both hands, take in a deep breath and walk down the steps into the hustling, bustling glass utopia of Mitakihara.
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Walking through the busy streets really makes you think about the people that live here. About kind of jobs they lead, what kind of families they're raising. What their houses look like. What kind of things they treasure.
It really makes me wish I had those kind of things for myself.
Yeah, I should really stop with the self-deprecation. It's not going to help me accomplish my job any faster. To the contrary, it's going to slow me down if I start feeling like shit at a crucial moment. "Ahhhhhh." an exaggerated sigh as I heave my bag up on my shoulder. The goal right now is to head to school since I went through the trouble of actually getting this uniform ready and everything.
"Now where is it?" I look straight up to see… yes. A very large school building that looks reminiscent of a cathedral. What do these people spend their money on? That's what their schools look like? I'd really hate to see downtown now. Instead of dallying any further on the aesthetics of the Japanese people, I walk up to the school building.
There are people in ... wait, different uniforms walking beside me? The only thing the same here is the bags.
Oh well, not like I care. I walk up the steps and straight into the establishment without saying a word to anyone. I open the doors, walk into the hallway and-
I look straight down the hallway.
There's a girl with pink hair. The same tint as mine. Her eyes are pink. There are red ribbons in her hair.
"
That's her." Au Courant says to me. "
That's the one you have to protect."
"That's her? … Alright."
I throw back my own response. Then it all becomes clear. Why I look the way I do. I get it now.
I walk forward, down the hallway and...
[_] Introduce myself to her.
[_] Stay at a distance.
[_] Survey my surroundings.
[_] CUSTOM