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Magical Guardian Jet Black looked down at her suit, doubtfully.

"This wasn't exactly... what I was expecting."

The talking dog that she'd agreed to help piped up, cheerfully, "I said you'd be using an ancient technology!"

"I guess that's..... technically true", she said, trying to inspect the piece of machinery tucked under the back of her dress, like a large bustle. By twisting around in front of a mirror, she could see the grate of some kind of furnace, with a slot on top she could just reach with her hands. It was surprisingly easy to move, despite the bulk, and she wasn't sure if it was the so-called 'ancient technology' helping her move, or if it was just well-balanced.

The pistons sticking out of her arms looked pretty cool, though, and she wound up a practice punch - one of the pistons pulled back and then shot forward with her arm, creating a shockwave in front of her fist, and a release of steam. Maybe this could work. "Still... you said it would be powered by a gemstone."

The dog nodded, apparently not seeing the issue. "Yes, it's in your name! Jet is full of potential energy from millennia ago, compressed into a precious gem!"

"Yeah, see, when you told me to become Magical Guardian Jet Black, I thought I would, like, have wings and fly, maybe? Like Strike Witches."

"Yes, you'll have to strike down many witches to keep the people of this age safe!"

"That's not what I- sigh, look, I'm willing to give it a shot, just... where the hell am I supposed to get a steady supply of COAL in the 21st century!?"


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