Prof. Kokonoe's Consultation Room.

"You mean like dying my hair? Eeeh. The green interfers with everything and he would definitely notice. I tried contact lenses before but turns out i`m not suited for them."
She shrugged, not really having any ideas beside that.
"And i`m not sure if i`d wear a cat collar around my pants and scanties that reach up to my waist." Haruka commented on Kokonoe´s own style, with a little snicker.

"Oh, haha." Kokonoe rolled her eyes as she decided to consult the internet for possible looks the unfortunate Hazama-lookalike can use.

"Okay first up..." she turned the screen to face Haruka "Would be this ensemble."

What showed was a picture of Sion of Melty Blood fame.

"You can change the color scheme to one of your like." the cat girl added.

Haruka snickered, until Kokonoe brought up the picture of a preticulary stiff vampire alchemist, which caused her to blink.
"I could... look like -thaaat-?" She marvelled, wondering if it was really possible. Likely not.

"Well, it does suit your post as an NOL officer." It was Kokonoe's turn to snicker "But if you don't like that one..."

A few clicks later, a picture of a cowgirl popped up "You can go for this one instead."

Haruka blinked a few times, staring at the picture before blushing, deeply.
"I...i th-think thats a bit too.. sexy. And it would get in the way of work."
Despite that, she couldn´t help but stare at it. Would her mouth be open, she might drool right on the sofa.Thanks to Hazama`s influence, she had been starting to like girls more than men, and this girl was especially... delicious.

"Okay, okay!" Kokonoe groaned exasperatedly as furiously worked the keyboard one last time "Here we go...aaaaand click!"

What popped out was a picture of their fellow cast member Bullet.

"Now that you think about it...you dress similarly to Miss Hotpants here."

Haruka blinked once, then she held her nose shut as it threatened to explode.
"Uhm.. if i can wear normal pants... i can deal with that, yes..."
Holy shit, that woman. Where had she been all her life? The irresistable urge to make love to her flamed up inside Haruka.
Only repressed by the fact that the muscles she saw on that womans body would hurt her a lot through physical means.
"Okay. Yes. Okay, i can deal with that."

"There we go, problem solved!" Kokonoe chuckled, a little thankful that she picked up a thing or two about fashion from Litchi "As for dealing with Terumi, go on and consult me further. I simply LOVE to help your cause."

Haruka smiled a bit and nodded, her nose finally calming down as she looked away from the monitor and back at the flat scientist.
"Right. Rome wasn´t burned down in one night.... or how`d that idiom go?"
She shrugged, smiling brightly. "Killing him might take some time but we can do things right."

"Oh, it will." Kokonoe gave that evil grin she has whenever she thinks of ripping Terumi to shreds "But I'm looking forward to it."

It was then she extended her hand towards Haruka "So, I guess this makes us partners now?"

Haruka blinked, but without thinking much about it took Kokonoe`s hand and shook it.
"Sure. I was almost considering asking the Bloodedge for help there... but he wouldn´t have let me talk."
Either that or they would`ve drunken themselves into oblivion and ended up in bed together.

"Ya know what, I like your style." Kokonoe smirked evilly as they shook on their new alliance "Tell you what: Drop by Wadatsumi anytime. I'll make sure that they'll let you through HQ without incident."

Behind the door, a warping sound was heard, and as Haruka left the room somewhat satisfied, a pale, silver haired beauty was standing there instead, a singular red eye looking at Kokonoe expectantly.
"Like, Nu is next. Nu`s got some big heavy problems." She said with her mechanical undertone, which made Haruka shiver.

"Of all flipping people!" Kokonoe yelped in surprise to see Nu-13 warp into her office. Despite her misgivings, she is still a customer, and she had to do her sworn oath or whatever to help her out. Besides, more customer equals more money and more money equals more funds.

"Fine." She sighed in defeat as she motioned to the couch so that the Murakumo could sit "Lost soul of the day...what the hell do you want?"

Nu hovered over and sat down, folding her hands nervously.
"Uhm... like, Nu`s got problems. Lots and lots of problems. For starters, stabbing people really turns Nu on... doesn´t even have to be Ragna, just anyone, stabbing them... oh yes. Slicing too, but lacerations don´t feel as good. Nu likes to be stabbed too, it feels all tingly and wierd at first but when the pain passes by... mmmmmmh."
She giggled high pitchedly, the kind of tone that made Ragna piss his pants.

At that, Kokonoe could only facedesk herself, for not even a double facepalm could express how she found everything Nu said absurd.

"So..." she spoke after she composed herself "This...fascination for stabbing people. Where did it start?"

She regretted asking this one, but she knew that she'd have to dig deeper if she wanted the truth.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhm, it staaaaaarted, uh, Oh right! It started when Nu first met Ragna, 6736 years ago. No, before that. That man called Relius Clover touched Nu´s butt, so Nu stabbed him in return. It... felt oddly satisfying. So then later, when Nu met Ragna, Ragna got all angry for no reason and wanted to kill Nu because she 'dared to talk to him in that voice' or something, so Nu had to stab him too... and.. ehehe..."
After having imitated Ragna´s voice nearly perfectly, she started to giggle and blush a bit, looking down.
"Nu kinda sorta got off on it. Ehehe. Then Nu killed him and we became one, and the whole boring routine started again."

"Ugh...my head..." Kokonoe groaned as she gripped her poor noggin. Nu's explanation rather confused the poor feline beastkin, but she was able to get the gist of it at least.

"Have you tried channeling your murderous urges into more...productive things?"

Nu blinked and tapped her chin.
"Eeeeeeeh? Nu`s done nothing productive ever since her creation. Nu isn`t designed for productive things. Nu found some comfort in stabbing pillows that look like Ragna, though.. and, ehehehe, in those funny vibrating things people sell in shops, and with kitchen knives."
Why a Murakumo unit would ever need kitchen knives were anyones guess, but as she went on, it became apperant that Nu`s problem wasn´t even the violence, but her nymphomanic tendancies.

"I see..." Kokonoe nodded as she seriously took down notes this time "If I may presume, I'm guessing that you have a serious case of...how should I call it? Ah!"

She turns her computer screen to face Nu. Upon the monitor was a picture of Ragna.

"Ragnasexuality?"

Nu didn`t respond, but proceeded to stab the screen repeatedly, before hugging it, purring and nuzzling it.
"RAGNAAAAAAAA~ <3"
Nu continued to giggle, squeal and practically hump the screen, about one metaphorical inch away from taking her clothes off and making love to it.

"Hey! I play Tsukihime on that!"

It took all of Kokonoe's effort to yank the horny murakumo out of her monitor, which was now riddled with holes.

"You owe me a new monitor." She said as she gave Nu a curt glare.

Nu was still giggling, but no longer drooling as Ragna was no longer on screen.
Instead, she looked at Kokonoe.
"And Nu was just getting in the mood... i suppose Nu will have to supplement Kokonoe instead~"
Her face turned into a creepy smile, and she sat down in a seductive manner, as if about to pounce her.

"Oh hell no!"

Before Nu could even think about it, Kokonoe used magical restraints on the murakumo.

"This ain't a lemon topic, damn it!" She growled as she broke the fourth wall for a second there.

Nu was using her full arsenal that she had at her disposal, teleportation, cutting the restraints with swords, barrier bursts, but nothing seemed to have the effect Ookami had at destroying these bounds.
"Nu can always fade to black, you know!" She complained, struggling more. Eventually, she subsided, and began to pout.