The Irish girl dragged her hands down her face before letting out a heavy sigh. "That bat ye used... me auntie had a demon bound to it. A nasty son-of-a-bitch, a spawn of Balthazaar the Cruel!" Terri was still grappling with the idea that demons were even real, but she could at least gain an understanding of how dire things were given the moniker of this entity's father. "Me aunt and her demon-huntin' friend oughta be here soon... ohh, I hope they can fix all this!"
Even with the headband keeping her mind clear, Terri could swear she was developing a headache. Not from the bimbofication advancing - that was still easily held at bay by her enchanted headgear - but from how complicated this was all getting. One hand rubbed her neck as she leaned up against the shop counter. "Okay, okay, but... what the hell were those dragon people?! One of them was made of... jello, or something, and the other had four boobs! What even is that?!"
"Ohhh, that's me cousin Sofia, and her nice friend Rhonda." She sighed. "They get involved in this sort of shite all the time. Sofia, she's... she isn't very nice, but Rhonda is... she's very nice..." She stared off into the distance for a moment. "And strong... and pretty... but I don't think she much fancies Iri-"
The redhead was cut off as, off near the door, there was a sudden bolt of what looked to be red lightning that flashed, causing both girls to scream and jump back, Terri diving behind the counter and only rising up alongside Niamh after a long pause. Both of the frightened, nerve-wracked girls were worried to the point of grabbing each other and holding in for dear live as they began to take a peak at a figure who had been left behind by this sudden bolt of energy.
Terri would've recognized Aubrey anywhere. She was still tall, still gorgeous, a mane of red hair flowing from her head as her gorgeous blue eyes examined her surroundings. She looked... different, though. Older - not old, but matured, in her late 20s if Terri had to guess. Covered in strange, mystical tattoos, scars, and muscle that could have only been built up by years of hard labor. Her ragged yet practical outfit looked like the sort of thing worn by a survivor in the wasteland seventy years after a nuclear war, an image enhanced by the assault rifle slung over her back. One arm appeared to be robotic, a prosthetic that Terri had to admit was kind of badass, even if getting it must have been painful.
Her eyes fell on the confused and scared girls, and she let out a sigh of relief. "If you two are still here... then I still have time." She hustled over to a rack containing several ancient-looking weapons, beelining for a sword that shimmered with a silver light as she picked it up. "I need to borrow this!" the older Aubrey explained as she headed for the exit, "It's a long story, but I've only got one chance to stop a demonic apocalypse from unfolding here! After I put Kalikarn down I'll-"
Mid-sentence, she found herself cut off by yet another bolt of lightning, this of a green color. The force of it knocked Aubrey onto her back, and as the smoke cleared, a new figure was standing at the doorway, this one a nude woman with dark red hair and pale green skin. A confused Niamh still recognized her as Emma, the mermaid girl... but the last time she'd seen Emma, she didn't have living vines movingaround her body, reaching out to bind Aubrey and lift her up into the air. "I got you!" she shouted in a hoarse voice. "The machines have failed! The green will-"
By this point, Niamh and Terri were just glancing over in bewilderment as yet another blue bolt heradled the arrival of another familiar face. This one, Sofia, who, rather than a jello dragon, was covered up to her neck in some kind of slimy black substance, partyway between latex and slime. Mercifully, she leaped forward and attacked Emma with slimy black tendrils without saying a word, sending all three of them crashing through the door out into the mall grounds. Confused as Terri and Niamh were, it was only natural that they rushed to the doorway to observe the fight breaking out.
It was a conflict that was very rapidly escalating, as more and more bolts of energy caused more strange, transformed versions of people they recognized to appear and begin engaging each other. Angels, monsters, demons, cyborgs, things they couldn't even have begun to imagine, all in the form of people from their lives, showing up for what was turning into an all-out brawl of more-than-human women.
Amidst this clusterfuck, Niamh spotted what appeared to be some scantily-clad, white-winged, angelic version of that mean bitch Abigail engaged with Rhonda, who currently seemed to have become a red-skinned succubus. A bright flash of golden light engulfed the latina, floating her down in a now entirely-human state. The divinely transformed Abigail followed her down, planting a gentle kiss on top of Rhonda's head, before flying off to engage some rock golem-esque incarnation of Niamh herself.
The purified Rhonda glanced between the fight, Niamh, Terri, and down to her chest, before finally looking up at the gils again. "Oh shit." She poked at her chest, seemingly annoyed with how tiny it now was, before snapping back into focus. "So uh... this is... a long story..."
Terri, still brilliant if a bit in shock at all of this, quickly interjected. "You pulled a Terminator, didn't you?"
"Yuuuuuuuuuup." Rhonda's cheeks grew red. "You ah... you two sort of started a bimbo apocalypse. We tried to come back here to stop it, but... well..." She sighed out at the battlescape of seemingly endless incarnations of people from their collective lives. "Something must have gone wayyyyy off the rails."
"The first one who showed up... she mentioned a demon apocalypse." Terri's eyes grew wide. "And then another one talked about a robot apocalypse... and then..." Her hand briefly covered her mouth. "There... there must be a loop or something... people coming back to stop apocalyptic events, and then causing other apocalypses, and then someone else comes back, and it never ends!"
Niamh was now sweating profusely. "That... that cannae be good for the fabric o'time, can it?"
Rhonda and Terri both shrugged - neither of them were qualified for any of this shit. The latter, at least, was a bit more quick on the draw, if only because this new crisis was forcing her to be. "Who sent you back originally? They might able to help us figure out a way to fix this - o-or maybe one of you knows an expert who'll have some idea of what to do?" They certainly had to do something, as the fights were now spilling out through the roof and outside of the mall.