CH-46 Twilight's special suit

"Where is your progenitor descendant?" I arose, a newfound vigor coursing through my veins, and extended my arms to up in a self-assured manner.

Ah, my attire was dampened yet the distraction of the accessory, school blazer, adorning my wrist diverted my notice from any such… trivialities. None could discern the contours beneath the sodden fabric, like my boobs or any piece of skin.

"... A fortuitous moment to unleash its capabilities." I gazed upon the bracelet's glamorous form. It is waterproof.

Its arcane properties could render it imperceptible to prying eyes upon my whim. This little bauble rocked a snazzy indigo complexion, looking like a starry night sky crashed into a piece of jewelry.

Gotta admit, I dug its vibe – this trinket was packing some serious magical mojo.

Not only could it whip up its own personal closet dimension for me to stash my threads and knick-knacks, like some celestial walk-in wardrobe, but it also moonlighted as a makeover machine!

One snap of the fingers and boom – fresh fit clothes on my body from head to toe.

"Her identity is goddess Hajin, the former sovereign ruler of the oceanic realms, before her abduction at the hands of unknown enigmatic forces." Tina's expression was a sad puppy dog kind that just built you to pick her up and cradled her like a baby koala.

Her face screamed 'Protect me!' louder than a newborn's hungry wails at 3am. Then… a single teardrop decided to make a break for it from her eye prison.

Hmph… But instead of blending in with the vast oceanic backdrop, that rebel raindrop was as visible as a $100 bill on the sidewalk.

You could bet your bottom dolphin that Hajin was likely Tina's..m BFF or at least someone she did let borrow her hairbrush. These two seemed tighter than a nutria's fur coat in January.

"From that juncture, she was very motionless, be a stone statue, by those human's spell, and all our powerful individuals perished."

"Some were captured by them, while numerous others met their last breath. Only a handful survived, condemned to servitude like us, toiling for those who now govern our oceanic domains." Tina clenched my hands.

I raised an inquisitive brow at her gesture as tears continued streaming down her face.

"If you possess the capability to save Hajin. I could proffer my… body and soul to you or become your indentured servant-"

"Silence!" I interjected, halting her words. And intended to employ this as an opportune moment to fortify her infinity allegiance.

My hands motherly cupped Tina's face, which had nothing but… fabricated tenderness.

"We are bound together, you and I. And you know I will ever be at the side of those who have sworn allegiance to me. Our oath binds us as one."

I allowed my voice to catch with contrived emotion. "Do not despair, dear Tina. I shall aid you in this, mark my words."

The most adept manipulators know the mind molded patiently to them, who has mastered the strings of emotion.

With a pull, even the most people can be bent to your design: falsification can brainwash anyone, afterall. The softer the propaganda, the sharper their bite, when the truth is finally bared.

"From today on…. You are my loyal soldier, this is true." I murmured, drawing her in with my feigned warmth. "But I wish for more than that between us."

"Don't think of me not just as your commander, but… as your closest confidant. Aren't we partners on this journey? It is just fated for us to uplift one another through times of darkness and light?"

My words dripped with saccharine falsehoods, gyrating an illusion of deep kinship she would be only too eager to believe.

"So… fear not, my cherished comrades, I must indemnify your kins as if they were spawned from mine own loins!" I joked, using my thumbs to banish the tears from her visage.

Surreptitiously, I harvested two glistening tear droplets of her in a minuscule chalice that was constructed from my dark element.

This is an uncommon item for me. It could be unique stuff for a soul, who yearns for the gift of undying existence or the panacea to cure all ailments without setting on cultivation.

I intend to bestow this boon upon the fair Arle.

It shall serve as a wondrous present on the occasion of her birth anniversary, which falls upon the twelfth day of April.

If I Think about… this very night, it is the ninth day of March in my realm. The genesis of our campus begins its traces back to the first of March.

My own nativity, or should I say Mia, graces the world on the inaugural of the same month; 1st January…

What an uncanny coincidence, is it not?

"Sn-Sniffy sniffy! Thanks a million, Billy!" Tina squeaked, her face radiating enough heat to fry an egg. She awkwardly… moonwalked away(okay, It was a joke), staring intently at my shoelaces as if they held the secrets of the universe.

'Is she...blushing? At little ole me?' I cocked an eyebrow higher than a giraffe's weirded bangs.

'Eww, I hope she's not caught a case of the love-bugs! Who did want to date this irresistible hunk of women-meat anyway? Well, except my one true crush, Amelia ...'

I gave my massive brain a vigorous scratching, concluding Tina's tomato-like countenance. But then I was like, 'Ah, forget it!' and slapped my alpha wristband.

Sparkles exploded around me as my getup morphed from drab to fab faster than you can say product placement! The artifacts pulsed with spirit essence around me, its runes glowing like lava flows.

My clothes were stripped by invisible forces, disappearing into the bracelet's green gemstone, which was on it, as if super-sized through a vacuum hose!

'Wow!' I gasped, suddenly very bare, with only black… panty and bra on my naked body.

But before I could cover up my lingerie-clad bodacious bod, magical sparkles swirled around me like a horde of playful pixies!

From the shimmering mists formed a striking scarlet ensemble worthy of the most cunning assassin.

Slinky dress? Check.

Hip-hugging sash to stash all my knives and pointy things? Oh yeah.

As the transformation completed, I felt an intoxicating surge of power run vein to veins through me.

I was no longer a mere mortal…

I was a mythical huntress, a shadowy specter of the night, a blonde-haired force of- Wait…

"Ooh, what's this?" A red masquerade fox mask materialized, cute yet mature with its glossy style.

I snatched it from the air.

Um, hello? It was made for my face to hide, more than half! Striking a pose, I slipped on the mask, feeling it adjusted to my features like a magical glove.

I wanted to kiss my own foxy reflection, watching it in Tina's eyes, but said to myself. 'Hey irresistible, exquisite and artistic, vixen, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?'