Mom always told me that a museum is supposed to be an archive of great works of days long gone.
That it was supposed to remind us...
...No, to guide us.
To tell us what happened before within a specified duration of time.
To discourage us from trying to replicate the same thing down to the bone.
But what I was seeing...
Was a mockery of that concept.
Two female figures stood facing each other. Their surrounding was a mixture of horror and wonder.
On one side, a girl with pink hair and blue eyes with her allies stood among a giant museum, stretching vertically towards infinity. It shines with the love and respect for all of it's artifacts that spanned for generations, as each one was placed in a glass case with golden frame with the love and care they deserved and more.
On the other side, a girl with white hair and green eyes lonely guards a gigantic series of opened vaults , winding endlessly into the voids above and below. It was desolate, dirty and grungy, the metal doors loose as if it was brutally pried open for the artifacts that was pouring out of each and every single door.
The border where the two realms touched fizzled with intense energy, repelling and attracting each other in a mad dance of power.
The two sides were conflicting, yet the same.
Endless Arms - The Everlasting Armory of Generations
"So... You're stealing all of my friend's weapons now?" The pink haired girl asked.
"It's not stealing if I own them. Or a version that doesn't belong here, at least." The white haired girl replied dryly, her eyes darted over to the other side, then darted back to her own body.
Her right arm was cladded in a battle gauntlet, identical to the one Hibiki Tachibana was wearing.
Her left arm was equipped with a nine-barreled machine gun, just like Chris Yukine's.
Her heels was armed with gigantic blades, mimicking those that belongs to Tsubasa Kazanari.
Her hands held monstrous versions of Raising Hearts and Bardiche, weapons that belong to Nanoha Takamachi and Fate Testarossa.
And on her chest...
Was a near-perfect copy of a Lesser Grail-an object that ties deeply into the existence of Illiyasviel von Einzbern
She was an amalgam of all of this timeline's best hope.
If she could find the meaning in irony again, certainly she would've laugh right now.
"It's not too late to quit all of this, you know? The worst punishment we can hand out is a noogie anyway, so you shouldn't be worried." The pink haired girl said, eyes still locked on to the "impostor"
"Why? You have nothing that I desire. Negotiations don't work with one side giving things for free."
The pink haired girl sighed "Welp. Violence it is. Girls, on my signal"
The group of female magical girls nodded.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"I DECLARE A..."
MAHOU SHOUJO TAISEN:
LYRICAL SYMPHONY OF PRISMATIC LIGHTS
Series list
Senki Zesshou Symphogear
(Season 1)
Fate/liner Prisma Illiya
(2wei)
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Nanoha
(Battle of Aces)
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