Kawaii Cataclysm (Inactive)

Game Master BastianQuinn

A game of Magical Girls using the "Magical Fury" rulebook. [Maps]


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Sovereign Court

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Kiyomi Shirakawa
Stats:
Hope: 3 ~ Magic: 3 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 3

It would seem my outfit is a hit. Kiyomi's smile shines radiantly, reveling in the crowd's attention. Kiyomi is no stranger to the spotlight and takes the multitude of eyes in stride.

There are a few sets of eyes that take her off guard, though; she manages to compose herself enough not to show it, but seeing the other magical girls here was... certainly not part of the plan. If Junpei ogling her body like a hungry dog was not enough, the powder keg that is Miyako could go off at any moment. Her rage is justified, of course, Kiyomi can admit that but... Not here, not now.

Kiyomi prays privately that they wish to deal with her as little as she wishes to deal with them as she focuses on a far friendlier pair; she greets the twins cheerfully, pulling them both into an embrace that is part genuine and part for show.

「Ah, it's so good to see you two! What brings you here? Do you like my outfit? It's simply marvelous, isn't it?」 Kiyomi twirls with inhuman grace considering the heels as she shows off for the Sakuras.


Female Junpei Sagara, AKA Iris 「」 Hope: 2 ~ Magic: 0 ~ Trauma: 0 ~ Fate: 1

She's noticed us...and she's avoiding us. Sod it, it's HER. And on top of that, her outfit may not be real! I mean...sure, I suppose there was no way somebody could make that without magic. But maybe it's still physically there and not an illusion? Maybe? Gaaaah, I can't get so hung up on this! If I have to notice anything at all, it's that there's some magical effect it has that hasn't come into play yet. I wish I could say something to her about what's going on, but this is a really bad time! I'd have to use magic, and that's getting harder every time. I couldn't waste a casting on that. She may not even listen to me if I did. But I...Alex! He could tell her!

Iris glances to Alex...and sees that he's dealing with Summer. He hasn't even noticed. Why did this have to happen this way? Whyyyyyy?

Nothing for it. If she leaves this, Juno may be gone before she can get Alex's help. She sets down some cards in order to set up private two-way communications between her and Juno. For both their sakes, it would send only what they intended to send. This could work out helpfully. Just try and establish communications before sending anything, and hope it works out. In the meantime, keep Miyako and Juno away from each other.

Magic...Mental Walkie-talkie?: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 3) = 9


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Hope: 2 ~ Magic: 2 ~ Trauma: 1 ~ Fate: 1

Chrysanth stops long enough to check her phone as it gives off a muffled BB-Pop tune and thinks a moment. Bubbles? She turns to look at Naiad before moving over to help with the infirmed Summer. She mutters to the transformed Navy man softly, 「D-Did you have the seven eggs f-from last n-night? One of th-the others thinks it w-would be a bad idea to b-bring them here...」

She notices the limo pull up all too easily and watches it, glaring daggers at the ethereally dressed young woman that climbs out. Her ire was palpable, but she remains still, assisting with the sick girl diligently with Naiad. She had much better things to think about than rage and hate.


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Stats:
Magic: 1 ~ Hope: 3 ~ Trauma: 3 ~ Fate: 5

Tiresias sees the parcel of cookies and takes one for her. As she nibbles on it the old lady continued to speak and she joins her in observation of the working EMT.

Kids are getting here from all over town? That can’t certainly be normal… but what is happening? A large accident? Maybe it’s related to where all the others were going and to the gathering of symbols in the map. I should help, it’s part of my job now, right? How could I help? Gathering info for them I guess… I’m too tired to help, too constrained as well.

The woman then spoke of the tanuki’s folly and Tiresias froze, the cookie half-eaten hanging from her mouth as she turned towards the lady. She felt safe near the old lady, at least her instincts told her so, but was that because she just trusted old ladies in general or was there something else about her. Did she know anything? No, it was just coincidence, it must be. As she went on her tangent about flowers Tiresias tried her best to push her thoughts and doubts away and focus on her words.

I find it hard to believe that flowers with a higher propensity for inbreeding could be considered perfect. That would reduce their genetic variability terribly leading to diminished odds of survival before a changing environment.

Even as she went on about how roses couldn’t be perfect based on that fact alone a dark thought creeped in. It felt like slime running sluggishly through her head leaving pieces of itself wherever it went. It fouled all her reasoning and obscured all her common sense.

Maybe it simply means that self-sufficient flowers are more perfect than those that require other flowers to survive. In which case, could that mean I’m less than my fellow magical girls? I don’t think I could ever stand toe-to-toe with any of them really. Alone my powers are mostly useless, not that obtaining knowledge is ever really useless but without the power to act on it I’m just like hemp. I need someone else to help me, I can’t help myself. Khutulun had trinkets in the shape of weapons and she used them as such at least in the vision I had. If I had trinkets like her, even if my magic failed me I wouldn’t be helpless.

Of course the fact that they don’t require the presence of other rose bushes nearby to survive and thrive could be a great advantage while facing catastrophe. They could easily repopulate from a single stem unlike hemp.

Roses are never helpless. They can gather and act on their own. They are perfect.


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Tiresias:
My lover's husband has found me out.」 The admission rings with vulnerability and sorrow, like it's not something she intended to say. 「The city is crumbling at my feet, but I can't stop thinking about her. She's the one the basket was for. Blind bastard can't even see it was never his family to begin with.

Trauma Shift
Wicked Wish: Revenge on the oppressors.


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Stats:
Magic: 1 ~ Hope: 3 ~ Trauma: 3 ~ Fate: 5

Tiresias bit her lip as the woman spoke. Although she had heard stories like those before she never felt inclined to get involved. It was different this time. She clenched her fists as a wave of boiling blood rose from her stomach.

How could he? What kind of monster can’t recognize happiness? If he truly loved his wife he would want her happy even if it was with this woman and not with him. He doesn’t understand what he has and he doesn’t deserve it. I can help. My magic never worked for me before but it will for this, I know it will. I can finally right these wrongs.

Flashes of her own life passed her mind as she got closer to the woman. She tried to contain the anger in her voice but it still sounded unsteady and cracked.

That is so horrible! Some people just don’t… What kind of person… I don’t even know what to say, but sometimes it’s best to talk about these things with other people. It helps, you know? Please tell me more. What happened? Where is she and him?


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Hope: 0 ~ Magic: 2 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 1

It's great the Sakura's say in stereo, but someone's here, they, did something to some kids out in the woods.

Sovereign Court

Kiyomi Shirakawa
Stats:
Hope: 3 ~ Magic: 3 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 3

Kiyomi frowns and looks at the pair seriously as she whispers to them, 「what's wrong? Are the people here at the party in danger?」


Hope: 0 ~ Magic: 2 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 1

I don't know, but, people where puking out these magic snake things that look like belts. But the guy's here, or at least he was.


Female Caucasian May Carmine Hope: 0 ~ Magic: 1 ~ Trauma: 1 ~ Fate: 0

"We need to hunt him down at the very least with everything going on anything we do is going to have some kind of backlash at least we can try to keep it limited to our own means."


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Iris:
Sorcery: 9 +1(Domain Synergy) +1(Trinket Synergy) +1(Target Synergy) -2(Drain) = 10: you take 1 Magic as you affect telepathy through multiple bands of hypersonic communications. Each time you communicate with someone through this link, they may respond. You may move the target of the effect. As long as this card is on your disk, you will cast at -1 for concentration.

Tresias:
Help Someone: 9 +1(Domain Synergy) -1(Resistant Target) -2(Drain) = 7 you help them, but at a cost to yourself.

When you open yourself to the girl you are overwhelmed by the imbalanced system. Like osmosis, the ailment pushes through to your side of this contact to try to balance out the system. Your skin boils as the draining effect of the magic drink conflicts with your pact’s healing. You can endure the pain, suffering 2 Trauma as you burn through the pressure that threatens to crush the girl’s spirit. Alternatively, with quick thinking you can contain the draining effect, taking on 1 Magic. The invasive spell will take a physical form (A tattoo in the shape of an oroboros) until you funnel it into a casting.

Tiresias:
The older woman adjusts her glasses.「They're inside. She's been sick, and he blames me. The Miku family in the ICU.


Female Junpei Sagara, AKA Iris 「」 Hope: 2 ~ Magic: 0 ~ Trauma: 0 ~ Fate: 1

Yes it - huh? Looks like it's not just limited to Juno. It's only single target, but I can pick the target, it seems. Perhaps I should find out if everything works properly before I dare try using it on her. I suppose Alex would be the best one to try. He'd probably keep his composure best.

With a little effort, Iris switches targets to Alex. Time to give this a go.

Alex, try to stay calm, but I just set up a telepathic link. You should be able to reply when I send you something. I just need to know if it's working alright. How's everything going on your end? Update on our sickly friend here?

What are the constraints on changing the target of the effect? Do I have any clue on the range?


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It's strictly call and response, folks can't page you, and can't page each other. When you send them a message, the little invisible sound sprite pauses to wait for a response before returning to you. The card probably has a little quickling or pixie in the illustration with a staff of mercury and/or wing sandals. The song is from your library, so it's your choice. You have to be able to see their ear (or where their ear should be) to start a connection, and there has to be a way for sound to reach them from you, but you can bank off of walls with focused microsounds once a connection is made. It's more of a whisper or thrown voice spell than true telepathy. A lip reader could probably eavesdrop half of the conversation in better light, but aside from that unlikely event you're clear for private communications. Tiresias might be able to set something up with fewer limitations, Sakura might be able to come up with something with little whisper dolls, but it would have similar limitations.


Hashimoto Sora 「」 Trauma 1 ~ Magic 1 ~ Hope 1 ~ Fate 2

Tenshi nods. "So... I'm thinking that we should avoid using our magic. We might show up a little late, but we won't have to worry about showing up without any magic at all. I'm not sure it works that way, but..." she shrugs. Depending on how long the bus ride would be, I think we'll skip the magic for now.

"My watch is done." she finishes, returning to mostly-normal. She looks down to her hands as she fumbles inside of the hoodie for her keys, "Definitely locking up this time.."


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Stats:
Magic: 1 ~ Hope: 3 ~ Trauma: 3 ~ Fate: 5

Inconsiderate and an idiot, perfect mixture. How can he even consider someone like her to be origin of someone's illness? Honestly some people just can't get a grip on reality.

Tiresias smiled towards the lady, she tried her best to hide the anger that was rolling in her thoughts as she continued.

「Sometimes people just need to hear the voice of reason from a stranger. Wait here, I'll go talk to him. Ohh, and save those beautiful flowers. I have a hunch you'll need them later.

She stood up and started going towards the hospital as she flashed the woman a final dazzling smile, of course that with her intentions pretty clear to her the smile looked more like the grin of a prowling panther. She was hunting now.

I need an attack plan. I think I'll get some magic for this... I just need to know all I can about him, especially all his dirty little secrets. Everyone has skeletons in their closets and all I need is some small leverage.

She took her book from whatever pocket she had it hidden and opened it searching, as always, for the new section in her book, the one about the Miku family and Mr. Miku. She was in public however and so she tried to hide the book's cover using her excessively long sleeves. She wanted to look as inconspicuous as possible, and having a book as beautifully decorated as hers would not help with her efforts.


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Cismale/Complicated SN Alex Brooke
Stat Block:
Hope: 4~Magic: 0~Trauma: 2~Fate: 3

Wait. Stop. What are you d---!!!

Well, that's how the thought from Naiad's head-partner begins, and then it translates very well into a mental scream as water-themed girl's form seethes with energies that aren't designed to be handled in this manner, akin to placing one's finger in an electrical socket while soaking wet.

The assault, unfortunately, overwhelms pretty much everything, including thought processes, and while it would have been neat to handle the situation in a matter not too different from what Juno had done, that is not an option.

Timing, as they say, is *everything*.

Aaaaaaaaaaaagghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-- is the response that Junpei gets, even as Naiad's hair stands up on end as if they'd been electrocuted for a good minute. Somehow, despite that, they manage to grit their teeth and 'buckle down', riding through the pain even as that thin line turns into an outright painful looking grimace. Sweat nearly rolls off of their body in waves as they find themselves panting as if they'd run two marathons back to back.

Taking 2 Trauma

Oh, hey, still alive. Imagine that.

I loathe you.


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Female Junpei Sagara, AKA Iris 「」 Hope: 2 ~ Magic: 0 ~ Trauma: 0 ~ Fate: 1

Crap, Alex! Something's wrong! Very, very wrong! I gotta warn Juno. The twins too!

Iris quickly establishes a link with Juno, and rushes to Alex. As she goes, she starts sending. Look, I know you probably don't want to hear from me, but someone hexed the drinks. ALL of them. You feel ill, you start losing control of your body, you become invisible to everyone normal once you finish your drink, then you start going to vomit and something really bad happens. Something to do with snakes - I haven't had a chance to find out what yet, and I don't want to see it happen. Just please, don't drink anything from here! The sending sounds very panicked, and rushed.

As she comes up to Alex, she can plainly see she's dealing with something big and painful. Without thinking, she starts hugging him, eyes closed, repeating the words 「Please be alright, please be alright...」 over and over and over. She doesn't even notice when it comes to an end, still latching on and looking very afraid for Alex as she mutters the words to herself.


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Sora and May:
The two of you head down to the bus stop and are picked up by one of the last buses headed outbound from the transit station. The bus driver--looks like this fellow pulls a double on the weekend, because it's the driver from this morning. 「We might be running late, lots'a folks headed up to the mall.」 The two of you run your IDs and head to a seat.

There's a few partygoers coming from uptown, a Sailor Saturn and a Tuxedo Mask sit together, looking like awkward siblings, as well as a very nervous girl in a homemade Revolutionary Girl Utena costume. The girl in the Saturn costume is ogling a hole the into the back of the Utena's head. None of them are holding softdrinks.

As per usual, there is a man sleeping in the back of the bus.

Sora:
It's so bad you think you can see the man's dream through a circular window floating over his head. Your mouth fills with saliva as you watch the man ducking in and out of cover in the grey mud-streaked landscape of trenches.

Tiresias:
You open your tome to a school counselor record. You see references to "stubborn self-reliance" and "questioning authority" brought on by "suspected, systematic neglect" in a very long, very wordy account of a troubled child. Most striking, the student's name is Miku Sakura, age 11, and the account has many references to separation anxiety surrounding a doll.

Turning the page, you see a pinkslip, issued to Miku Rikuto, citing abuse of family leave and sick days. The accompanying letter outlines a flaky work history and a reliance on family connections to maintain his position at the company. The seal is thankfully not Shirakawa, but an older family.

Finally, the next page contains a pressed flower, a small card from a bouquet arrangement, and a formal signature stamp stylized to look like a flower in bloom.
Wish I could be there.
Your absence tears at my heart.
With all of my love,
~O.K.


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Stats:
Magic: 1 ~ Hope: 3 ~ Trauma: 3 ~ Fate: 5

Tiresias skimed over the text quickly absorbing what information she really needed. The words illuminated her mind like little bright lights forming into a constellation of information. School record, systematic neglect, Miku Sakura, age 11, anxiety surrounding a doll. It was at that moment that she stopped, in the silence of her thoughts the words fell neatly into their places painting a somewhat incomplete landscape but her mind happily filled in the blanks. Her mouth hanged ajar as the situation sank in.

It can’t be. Sakura? The doll… no it can’t be… but it all adds up so nicely. Could this be her family? She did mention her sick mother. Oh God what am I doing? I can’t harm her.

Tiresias kept flipping the pages and read about Miku Rikuto’s abuse of sick days and family leave, she even read about his reliance on family connections making a mental note to explore that for leverage. None of that really mattered to her, the horror of what she was about to do snuffed out most of her anger.

I was about to… If it wasn’t Sakura? If it was any other girl, would that have made a difference like this did?

Tiresias swayed her head as a deep feeling of disgust got to her. No, it wouldn’t have made a difference. Any other little girl and she wouldn’t care what the consequences were. What did this say about her? About who she had become? Then she turned the last page and saw the pressed flower, the written note, and her heart filled with sorrow. She knew those feelings well. She felt a tear form, not enough to fall but enough to be noticed by her.

I can’t let her down. I made a promise, I offered my help. We are all adults here, right? I’m sure we can find a compromise. Something, there must be something. He has to be reasonable… and if he isn’t? In that case…

Tiresias took the small card from her book as she closed it, with the card in hand she headed to the men’s bathroom trying to look as confident as ever in order to avoid suspition. She couldn’t possibly enter the place as a 16 year old for no reason, but a school official, worried about the state of one of its students, a student neglected by her father, that is a situation that requires the immediate attention of the father and maybe the sympathy of others.

And if he can’t be reasoned with… Then he has no right to be in that family and I’m doing everyone a favor by pushing him away. Everyone will be better off this way. Everyone...

I can do that right? Take something from the book and keep it on myself? Or is everything part of the book and can't be taken out?


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Brigid:

A second display of inept magic, the water girl almost overloads her trinket trying to heal the orange witch. The other proper witches shuffle nervously at her cries. 「Is she going to be okay? Hey! Haru-chan! You caught up.」 The orange witch is well.

The wealth of witches flood in around the regal waerloga, leaving the closed doors behind. Dozens of hands reach out to touch her perfect armor. It is perfect. You catch yourself tracing her curves with your eyes. You’re only distracted by a volley of minor light cantrips. The proper witches are holding up rectangular scrying mirrors which flash with light.

You’ve never seen such a display of careless power, or such a grand carousel of witches. Even your family avoids meeting in groups more than six. The circle these girls could make... they could rival the sun in raw power. How are they breaking the ancient limits? The lode shouldn’t be able to support this many. Even in war, there’s only thirteen witches in a region at a time. History has been made by which side can get their seventh hand in the circle.

Sakura:

The girls the others came with balk at the sailor’s scream. 「Is she going to be okay? Hey! Haru-chan! You caught up.」 Looks like Naiad has healed the girl. She looks up and flashes a sunny smile.

Then you’re bumped into by the crowd as they swarm Kiyomi. Dozens of hands reach out to touch her armor. Phones are out immediately, snapping pictures.

It’s all too much, even if the knot of threads weren’t blinding you. They’re everywhere, and Kiyomi is now bristling with a hundred tiny gossamer leads like a professional dog walker. You like Kiyomi, but you’re going to suffer if you have to stay with her all night.

Do you end up inside, or outside the tight-knit crowd? I Guess you could do both. Only one of you fears attention.

Iris:

The card is still there. 「Is she going to be okay? Hey! Haru-chan! You caught up.」 Naiad healed the girl, and the others are noticing her now, but the card is still there. The little blond cherub still grinning their stupid grin. It must be everywhere, in the drinks. That card represents the tip of a magical iceberg. You eye the warrioress, and the facedown card under it.

There, her name is literally Sunny now and forever. :P

Predictably, the crowd swarms Kiyomi. Dozens of hands reach out to touch her armor, or her skin. The armor visibly confounds several of them. You’ve seen as much from men, but you’re a little surprised and concerned by the number of girls that are pushing for a chance to feel up the heiress. Admittedly, you too want to feel the material. Just to test the joins, see what’s holding that thing together. You’ve worn armor, and it generally comes with straps. Anyone too far to touch pulls out a phone and starts snapping pictures.

Naiad:

Your dogtags feel cold against your sternum. You think they might tug at your skin if you try to adjust them 「Is she going to be okay? Hey! Haru-chan! You caught up.」 At least you’ve healed the girl.

You only notice Kiyomi by the mass of pawing hands that are suddenly very close. They reach out to lay their sticky hands on her perfect armor, and the flashes of dozens of phones light up the area. You’re not at all distracted by her attire. This is bad. You can’t get anything done with her around. She is not going to be able to lose that crowd.

Chrysanth:

Dagger wielding goblins sprout up over many shoulders as Naiad screams. The cosplayers you came with shuffle nervously. 「Is she going to be okay? Hey! Haru-chan! You caught up.」 Naiad has healed the girl. It doesn’t look like she’ll be able to do that for everyone who’s had a drink. From the way snakes are circling Sakura’s head, you’re not sure that would be an effective use of time either. You catch Junpei’s mouth moving, but you don’t hear her talking.

You have a rare moment of appreciation for the fact that, as the crowd leaves the closed doors and approaches the debutant, you see more people than phantoms of fear. Dozens of hands reach out to touch her. Anyone who is stymied by the crowd has their phone out snapping pictures. Probably a perfectly normal day for her. You could change it, give her what she deserves, but you’re not that petty. You won’t stoop to her level.

Still, she seems to have everything you’ve ever wanted. Her hair holds a ponytail without a single stray strand. Her clothes fit her like they were made for her--because they are. Her posture is perfect. She’s probably never had a single problem with her boobs. You force yourself to look away when you realize you’ve been staring at her chest for too long.

At least in this form you can stand up straight without everyone staring.

Kiyomi:

They come to you like a flock of entranced sheep, absolutely agog at your splendor. Cameras begin to flash, and you can feel the surge of confidence it gives you. These photos won’t end up in tabloids. You feel like a red carpet celebrity. You bask in their worship for a moment, before you realize you’re now planted in place until the majority of the crowd has had their fill of you and your armor. You don’t see that being anytime soon.

Someone manages to duck under your arm, and now people are asking for posed shots. All of them are touching you- or would be if it weren’t for the armor. You feel the fine hairs on your skin rise at every touch. When you blink, you picture fine red silks and dozens of worshiping handmaids assisting you with your bath.

Will you do anything to part the crowd, or do you wish to bask in the reverence that has been shown to you?

Tiresias:

[ooc]It’s taken from where it was when you summoned it (Sakura’s backpack).

When you change back, you’re in your usual formal on-the-job attire. You make your way to the front desk and explain the scenario you’ve worked out. The woman at the desk is shocked awake when you mention the Miku family. You see concern wash into annoyance as she considers the implications of an urgent parent-teacher conference involving the hospital’s favorite little angel. She nods. 「If it were me, I’d corner that weasel Rikuto. Someone needs to get him to step up and be a man.

She doesn’t use those words exactly, but her sentiment is twisted in your translation. For a bewildering moment, your urge to give him what’s for conflicts with an urge to take up for him and grind this presumptuous nurse into the ground. Why should he have to quash his concern for his loved one and man up? Would she feel the same if he was the one in the ICU table?

Blinking, you realize the woman has given you directions to the Mikus’ room and is beaming up at you, awaiting your charming british formality.


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Cismale/Complicated SN Alex Brooke
Stat Block:
Hope: 4~Magic: 0~Trauma: 2~Fate: 3

Naiad nearly jumps out of their skin when Iris hugs them, their chest pounding even faster and soreness still remaining as the hug continues.

Awww. You've got a friend. USE HER. DO THIS NOW.

Just need to sit down for a few minutes to catch my breath, regroup, maybe get out of here.

What Naiad WANTS to say to Iris is 「Please don't touch me, everything hurts don't--」

What actually comes out is heaving pants as they try to disengage themselves from the hug and get far, far away from here, even as Chrysanth's words strike home.

Run away, little girl, who's going to stop you?

...

Naiad finds themselves pulling away from the crowd, the people, it's TOO MUCH!


Female Junpei Sagara, AKA Iris 「」 Hope: 2 ~ Magic: 0 ~ Trauma: 0 ~ Fate: 1

As if she wasn't distressed enough. As Alex breaks away and starts fleeing, Iris is positively distraught. What's going on? Why was Alex screaming? How come he's running away? What HAPPENED? He looks like he's in pain, Sunny admittedly comes out looking - oh. Oh NO. GORGON. THAT'S what happened.

Iris doesn't even register that's she's switched the link to Alex as she goes after him. She couldn't let anything else happen. Nobody else. No one.

Sending mixes with speech as she calls out to Alex, leaving anyone who can hear confused as they could SWEAR her voice was cutting in and out like her very voice had a bad connection. Alex! What's wrong? Where are you going? Are you okay? Please, answer me!


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Dedric smiled as best he could, he felt his blood boil before the comments that woman dared make. Still he kept his temper in check, after all it was him that set up the entire situation and this was the reaction he both expected and wanted even if it was unfair to the man. Besides now is certainly not the time to antagonize his ticket into the hospital.

「Well yes his behavior is appalling, and worse still is how it is affecting his daughter. Don’t worry, I will make sure that he knows how disappointed we are and that the school board will not tolerate this kind of behavior any longer. Thank you so much for your help, and for your time as well. I’m sure you must be terribly busy and yet here you are taking some of your precious minutes to fend for the best interests of a young girl. She is lucky to have such a dedicated angel watching over her. I hope you have a pleasant evening.

With that he bowed slightly and left deeper into the hospital. He followed her directions closely as his mind both condemned her behavior and prepared for the next stage of his plan. First he would need to find Sakura’s parents, if her mother was awake he would need to pass her the card and let her decide if she wanted the woman to come visit. If the father seemed to hold some sway over his wife he would just have to either shut him up, in which case some veiled threats and guilt tripping should work, or he would have to make him leave the room if he won’t shut up with just that. If the woman was not awake things would be slightly trickier, he would have to get permission from the husband which, depending on his willpower, could be trivial or a battle in itself.

If everything went bad, or it seemed like he was not getting to them he always had his secret weapon, magic. He could try casting outside of his magical girl form but the drain didn’t leave him confident of the results. Maybe there was another way though. His hand moved towards his pocket where his wallet was. In that moment he reached the indicated room, he approached the door and knocked waiting for any sign of life from the inside before opening the door and walking in.

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Kiyomi Shirakawa
Stats:
Hope: 3 ~ Magic: 3 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 3

Kiyomi listens to both accounts with a frown. She responds to Sakura first: 「Thank you for telling me, dears. We will take care of this rat, and everything will be just fine.」 In a far less pleasant tone, she returns the mental link sent by Junpei. 「I don't suppose you have any reason to lie about this. Your story follows what Sakura told me, too; she's... they're... another one of our merry little band if you have not met them yet. It seems the perpetrator of this nasty little prank is nearby.」

Stopping for a moment, she turns back to the Sakuras. 「Did you see the man responsible for this? Do you know what he looks like?」


Cismale/Complicated SN Alex Brooke
Stat Block:
Hope: 4~Magic: 0~Trauma: 2~Fate: 3

Naiad will run for a few blocks in blind panic away from the Mall in a random direction, hopefully keeping on the sidewalks for a good portion of the way before ducking behind a tree or into an alleyway or the like.

Iris does NOT get a response, well, other than heavy breathing associated with someone running for their life from *something*.

「Watch is done!」 They try to change back, to get that sensation, that foulness away from them and... to maybe keep those tags from sticking to their skin and...

Regardless of what they're looking like right now, they're probably a mess, even with the magic of transformation.


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Alex: Maybe It's the panic, the need for your personal armor, or maybe it's a need to feel your most masculine, but you come back in your working uniform. What's it like, and what does it say about your station in the navy? Desk jocky? Aircraft carrier crew? Seal? Engineer? Whether or not you've had a chance to really wear into your real kip, these clothes feel lived-in, like a second skin. You feel especially proficient at your job.


Female Caucasian May Carmine Hope: 0 ~ Magic: 1 ~ Trauma: 1 ~ Fate: 0

Chell nods in agreement, they'd already used a pretty large of power without really knowing what they what they were doing best not to risk any more unless they needed to.

"My watch is done." She mimics Sora. "Maybe we find some non 'magic' protection as well?"


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Cismale/Complicated SN Alex Brooke
Stat Block:
Hope: 4~Magic: 0~Trauma: 2~Fate: 3

Alex's clothing

Alex's Command Ballcap

Alex's Current Boots

Alex is currently wearing a pair of coveralls that look almost like a flight suit, a pair of heavy-duty workboots that more than likely have steel-toed boots to them, and a command 'ball-cap'.

The coveralls have 'BROOKE' stitched in white over the right breast pocket, and 'U.S. NAVY' over the left. A stylized embroidered pair of cutlasses with a ship between them and waves rides above the Navy stitching.

The boots are polished but worn around the edges, the coveralls carrying slight wear hints at the seams to the observant eye.

To those who would follow the military, the Navy in particular, they'd firmly indicate a couple of things.

One: Alex is in organizational clothing. Since he's not officially on duty due to being on leave and such garments are not authorized off of Naval commands, that's very much violations of regulations. The absence of specific rank insignia, non-commissioned or commissioned, would seem to indicate that he's within the first three ranks of military service.

Two: The ease with which he wears the outfit indicates at least a couple of years wearing such uniforms, and despite being coveralls they don't appear to restrict his movement much.

Three: He's clean-shaven with a crisp military bearing.

Okay, take a deep breath. See what I'm... What the hell? Okay, that's TWICE now I've shifted back and it's been something else entirely. I can't get caught off-command in these, especially not on LEAVE! I'll end up in the brig!

What's the matter, sailor? Afraid of living dangerously? Better be careful, your girlfriend might catch up to you, and what will you do then?

Wha? I don't even have a girlfriend...


Female Junpei Sagara, AKA Iris 「」 Hope: 2 ~ Magic: 0 ~ Trauma: 0 ~ Fate: 1

Try as she might, Alex was faster, and he had a head start. Iris couldn't catch up, quickly getting tired as he fled out of sight. She just slumps against the near wall. Geez, Alex...we're supposed to be a team, aren't we? It was honestly painful to deal with. What could he be...no, it seems he couldn't cope. And there were far more people back at the mall at risk. She wasn't dragging him back. She couldn't...well, she could with magic, but she'd hate herself for it. But she could at least try for a reply. One last go.

「Alex? What's wrong? What happened? I don't expect you to come back. If you can't handle things, that's that. Me and Miyako will deal with things ourselves, so rest if you need to. Just please let me know you're well. I gave you my number earlier, remember? Use that if you need to. Just...stay well. Please.」 She sounds sad. Worried. After screaming in pain and running off into the night, that's kinda to be expected.

Iris waits for a response, and solemnly walks back. She didn't know what specifically was up with Alex, but it told her enough to know just how much danger everyone else was in. Juno wasn't happy with her...understandably. She'd lost her head back there. They both had. But at least she was willing to speak to her. To cooperate. And at this moment in time, that was more important than anything else.


Hope: 0 ~ Magic: 2 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 1

Both Sakuras are pushed out of the way and away from Juno during which She feels several hands where they definitely shouldn't be.


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Cismale/Complicated SN Alex Brooke
Stat Block:
Hope: 4~Magic: 0~Trauma: 2~Fate: 3

Now that he appears to have shaken the pursuit and is reasonably away from anyone, Alex tests the dog tags warily, gritting his teeth and wincing and hoping that skin doesn't come with them when he tries to move them. If they feel like a really stuck-on bandage, he won't force the issue.

He then reaches into his left thigh pocket and pulls out his cell phone. Technically against regulations, it was much easier and safer to carry it there than riding on his belt.

He starts going through the various texts and messages he's received.

...a message from Tiresias sending point of contact information...

...a message from his big sis saying she was in town and wanted to meet up at some point in the next couple of weeks for coffee or lunch or something since he was on leave...

...a message from himself sending all the points of contact for the other girls he'd encountered yesterday evening...

He takes a few moments to add them all to his address book, then types in a text to Iris.

「Hope rt. #. Rgrpng. 2 much 4 1. C U soon. B Safe」

Relying too much on the dog tags seems like a bad idea. He needs another trinket. Something he should always have on him. He pulls out his military ID and gives it an appraising thoughtful look, letting out a slow sigh and using it to scrape the sweat off his brow.

How did that go again? Don't forget, sweat, not blood... let's try this..

You CAN DO IT, SAILOR! DO IT! DO IT NOW! NOW NOW NOW!

A part apart; a fate undone;
By sweat and rote, I seal this heart;
Bind this spirit; turn the lock,
and rise again to keep the watch.

Alex is attempting to make a new trinket, this time with sweat as essence, using his military ID


Hashimoto Sora 「」 Trauma 1 ~ Magic 1 ~ Hope 1 ~ Fate 2

"Yeah... we totally should. But I'm not sure what. Anything legal would take a while to learn. We can't just carry guns around like in America - though that would be quite interesting to turn into a trinket, maybe..." she pauses, for a moment, shaking her head. She'd swallowed at least twice during the brief speech, as she leads May back towards the back of the bus. She doesn't seem to notice or at least doesn't seem to care about the cosplayers.

Finally, she stops a seat away from the sleeping man, and slides onto the bench, chewing on her lip. "I'll... uh... be right back." she says after an obvious bit of thought, though she doesn't actually move, as she tries to figure out how to mentally probe the dream.

And thus Yumekui Tenshi was born.

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Kiyomi Shirakawa
Stats:
Hope: 3 ~ Magic: 3 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 3

As Sakura gets pushed away from her, Kiyomi decides to make some room; some of her new fans were getting too grabby for her taste, anyways.

Kiyomi puts one hand on her hip, and uses the other to snap loudly; impossibly it echoes through the mass of people. The power to influence a mob is one talent Kiyomi inherited quite easily.

「Now, now, please try to be considerate. I can hardly breathe with you all so close! And look at you, shoving and pushing on my friends. How very rude.」 Kiyomi takes the Sakuras by the hand and pulls them back towards her, pointing a pouting frown to the man she deems responsible for the heinous act.

「Now, if you can all be good boys and girls for Shirakawa-sama I'll give you some nice pictures to take home, okay?」 Kiyomi strikes a flirtatious pose to emphasize her point; the girl is in her element in every way, a natural in front of the camera. Another quality passed down through generations of Shirakawa women, naturally.

As all this is going on, Kiyomi communicates mentally with Junpei. 「Seems whatever we are doing shall be done without Naiad, judging from... whatever was going on back there with you two. I don't suppose you have a plan? If I had known about the issues with the drinks a few hours ago I could have had them all replaced, but even I can't whip up that much stock in an instant unfortunately.」 It is not entirely clear by her tone whether she is bragging about how much soda she can procure in such a small amount of time or if she is legitimately just brainstorming. Either way, the difference between the way she speaks with the crowd and the way she thinks to Junpei is staggering.


Female Junpei Sagara, AKA Iris 「」 Hope: 2 ~ Magic: 0 ~ Trauma: 0 ~ Fate: 1

Um. Well, this is awkward. Given the way this has been set as working, there's probably no way I'm getting this. Could Juno tell the difference from before? Or would everything seem normal to her and she thinks this is actually going through? Bastian?

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Kiyomi Shirakawa
Stats:
Hope: 3 ~ Magic: 3 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 3

Oops. Well, I imagine Kiyomi would assume that the communication works both ways. If she does realize she isn't getting through then that's just another on the list of reasons for her to be annoyed with Junpei. :V


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Kiyomi: At your snap, the crowd halts and all faces turn to your extended hand. At your words, they all move, in lock step, into single-file line.

This has been your passive ability the whole time. I swear I've been waiting for you to give a command to a normal person for months. I hope I didn't miss one.

When you first responded to Airi, you spoke into the wind, and your words were whisked away, leaving silence. This time you just talk to yourself, out loud. No one thinks twice about it, but you know now that there are limits to whatever link the new girl can make.


Female Junpei Sagara, AKA Iris 「」 Hope: 2 ~ Magic: 0 ~ Trauma: 0 ~ Fate: 1

Well, that answers that question. Hooo boy. This was the last thing I needed.

On her way back, Iris notices her phone go off, and retrieves it from seemingly inside a sleeve. It's a text from an unknown number...reading it, it's probably Alex. At least...at least he's safe. But it brings her no relief. She still didn't know what happened. Just that it could happen to anyone else. And that was the worst of all of it. She saves the number, and returns the phone.

「You too, Alex. You too.」


Hope: 0 ~ Magic: 2 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 1

The twins stare. One of them at Kiyomi, the other at the lines. The one staring at Kiyomi giving her a hungry stare while the more meek version is staring at the lines.


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Sakura:
When Kiyomi spoke, every thread attached to her tugged in harmony. Running your fingers along one such thread, you notice that they aren't spidersilk, but some kind of tiny diamond braid. Your finger comes away with a shallow cut. It would not be easy for you to meddle with these threads.

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Kiyomi Shirakawa
Stats:
Hope: 3 ~ Magic: 3 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 3

I suppose it was too much to hope for the boy's magic to be actually useful. Kiyomi makes no outward hints to her annoyance, continuing to be the perfect model for the hungry eyes around her. She even pulls in the Sakuras for a few shots, a reflexive motion that comes simply from her knowledge that even with all the attention she alone is getting the crowd will only become more enamored with her when flanked by a pair of cute twins.

All the while she searches the area for Yuki. Still seeing nothing of her friend-turned-crush puts a seed of worry in Kiyomi's heart; if something came up and she was not coming after all, Kiyomi would be trapped here by social convention with her whole reason for appearing stripped away. What if she did show up, saw Kiyomi so heavily occupied with strangers and decided to leave? Little seeds of anxiety begin to sprout.

She has to at least see me in this.


Hope: 0 ~ Magic: 2 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 1

One of the Sakuras presses herself uncomfortably close to Kiyomi, her lips brushing the older girl's ear as she whispers, What did you do this them?


Female Caucasian May Carmine Hope: 0 ~ Magic: 1 ~ Trauma: 1 ~ Fate: 0

"Even a knife would be better than nothing, uh alright?" May wasn't really sure what she meant but would do her best to 'cover' her while she did whatever she was trying to do.


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Most of this post was from before Kiyomi called attention, some of it was lost forever. I know for a fact it was much longer the first time I wrote it.

Sakura:
With the partygoers seperated into neat lines, it's easier to see the spooky girl on the west end of the building. The crowd is keeping mostly to the front of the building, and adults are still carrying big cases into the elevated garage in the back of the mall by the colorful bus, as well as a smaller trickle of adults carrying smaller supplies in through the arcade.

Iris:
Down the street you see a flash of blue light, but otherwise, no sign of Naiad. The little black pomeranian overtakes you and continues scampering down the street as fast as his tiny legs can take him.

Behind you, the crowd closes in and just when you think you've officially lost track of the twins and Chrysanth, there is a snap and the crowd goosesteps into perfect lines, clearing up visibility. You can still see the heiress, head and shoulders above the crowd. It’s not that great.

Another bus is pulling into the park-and-ride. The last of the attendees file out. You think you see an Uteni in the group that disembarks. It catches your eye mostly because, of all of the costumes you’ve seen tonight, it’s probably the most blatantly not a magical girl.

Naiad:
The dogtag peels free without much resistance, but it is still cool to the touch.

When you complete your second pact, rings of rich, blue light crash around you. You can feel the magic working to return you to your magical girl form, but you can suppress it for now, if you wish.

There are some things which become more obvious once you have a second trinket. First, you’re more aware of the functionality of both trinkets now. At its metaphysical core, the military ID is more of a badge of authority, a license, and will make sorceries involving commands more effective, while the dogtags seem to represent a ward, charm, or memento, and will curry a bonus in defensive or healing spells. I’m laying this out because you/we seem to have some trouble “using your trinket as what it is” and getting a bonus for it. With this established, we’re both more likely to trigger bonuses for casting spells you’ve been trying to cast.

Second, you’re not winded at all. It’s clear now how Chrysanth out-paced you so easily. You could probably run until dawn and never break a sweat. Speaking of sweat, it’s gone. All of it.

Finally, while the dogtags feel cool to the touch, and barely glowing with energy, the new trinket is completely fresh. Magical Drain seems to be tied to the trinket, and not the caster.

Both trinkets seem to be waiting, still, to be seeded with combat forms. The possibilities are endless, but the images you catch from the dogtags are of a shield, an ornate anchor, or a silver cuirass, while the ID reminds you of a ceremonial rapier, a megaphone, or platinum badge. These alternate forms have two possible benefits: a) they give you more options for Trinket Bonuses, and b) they can be weapons or armor that allow you to take on bigger threats without taking huge amounts of trauma.

Zeek catches up to you and trundles to a stop a few feet away. He cocks his head to one side. Duty.
What do you do?

Sora:
The images of the no-man's-land widen until you're fully immersed in the dreamscape. The man huddles alone in a ditch under torrents of rain, as do other kindred spirits. Traveling from here, you can reach out to others across the world who are having this same dream, or travel slantways in either direction to traverse this man's other dreamscapes.

Like a newborn seeking succour, you move down to the man and shroud him in your embrace. You take on the fear and the desperation, and clear the skies of the dreamscape, settling the gunfire, and brightening the skies. Eyes peek over the edges of the trenches in relief and hesitant victory. But it has been a long day, and you have not eaten. You close your eyes and drink deep of sweet terror, bitter sadness, and savory hope in equal measures.

When your eyes snap open, the man is laying comfortably in a pallet of round, white cushions. The two of you are in an empty white room with one door, and no other dreamers. Before you can discern if you have helped or harmed the man, May shakes you awake.

Sora and May:
Sora has to be shaken awake when the two of you reach the mall. All four conscious passengers disembark.

The girl in the Sailor Saturn outfit struts over to the girl in the pauldrons. 「Hey, babe, how about you and I ditch this party for some... fencing in the woods.

The gentleman in the tuxedo sucks air through his teeth. 「Too much, too soon, Azu-chan.

The girl in the military outfit's face reddens. 「I'm... here to meet someone. Sorry. Anyone know when this thing starts?」 She really sounds like she's trying to be polite.

The girl in the short blond wig checks her phone. 「Show starts at midnight. Doors should open at eleven, which is-

The clocktower begins to strike the eleventh hour. The still-full moon hangs over the bay.

Kiyomi:
From your height you can see the others scrambling through and around your enraptured crowd. Getting them all to play nice really helped. Now you can see one last busload of attendees get dropped off. Among them you spot May, Sora, -and Yuki! She's dressed in some kind of military uniform with a sword at her side.

Dedric:
Thash my wife's room. Who are you?」 Rikuto is slumped in a chair, and when you make for the door, he tries to shove himself to his feet, but only manages to knock his drink on the floor. It's Shakti, the Shirakawa drink that the hospital keeps stocked with. Either the machine got restocked, or Rikuto's the one who emptied it in the first place. empty cans are stuffed into the trashcan. It looks like it was dragged from across the room so Rikuto didn't have to get up to throw away empty cans.

The sensless man slides down off the chair and wobbles onto his feet, approaching to jab you in the chest. 「She dun need no more tests. She needs to rest, and get better. You doktorsh need to leave her alone.」 His fingers test the fabric of your lapel.「You're no doctor. What're you here for?
What do you do?


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Female Junpei Sagara, AKA Iris 「」 Hope: 2 ~ Magic: 0 ~ Trauma: 0 ~ Fate: 1

Iris is quite noticeably down when she gets back. She looks about, taking in the changes from when she left. Seems Juno had a new trick. She hoped that it wasn't something she was going to abuse. She re-establishes the link with her, but doesn't do anything yet. There was one person to talk to first. Iris approaches Miyako, not even trying to put on a facade.

「Alex...Alex can't handle things. What happened I don't know, but dealing with the effects of the drink tore him up badly. For now, it's you, me, Juno and Sakura...I think that's one of the twins? Both of them? Do you know? I don't have that locked in yet. Just...try to stay calm. There are people who need us here. Our relationship is already strained, and we could really use the help.」 Her fears hang heavy over her. For everyone else's safety. Of a divide in the magical girls. Of causing any more damage herself. And slowly, they're growing.

Iris looks over to Juno and...Sakura 1 & 2. She was going to have to get that cleared up when it was convenient. She drops another message. 「Interesting. Haven't seen many people that can do that. If you can get them to stay off the drinks as easily as you get them into lines, we might not have as big an issue...it's really bad, you know. Naiad fixed one of the people who finished one, but it seriously tore her up. I don't know if she'll be able to come back to help. Just that if the drinks could hurt her so badly, it's going to practically destroy normal people. I hope your audience is alright.」 Whatever energy she had before, it's gone. She sounds utterly drained.

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Kiyomi Shirakawa
Stats:
Hope: 3 ~ Magic: 3 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 3

「Oh, so that's what happened to him? I certainly can't allow that to happen to anyone else. Hmm... I might have an idea.」

Kiyomi makes a declaration to her fans: 「Ah, I am feeling terribly thirsty. Won't anyone bring me a drink?」 When someone returns with the request fulfilled, she pretends to take a drink and makes a great show of spitting and gagging.

「Oh, how positively dreadful! No, no, dear, I'm sure it wasn't your fault-all of these drinks, all of them, need to be replaced.」 Kiyomi pulls out her phone and calls a trusted provider. 「Yes, hello? I require some beverages for a little get together at the abandoned mall. Oh don't be silly, you know what number this is, you know I can pay to expedite. Thank you. See you soon.」 Kiyomi hangs up and makes an announcement to the crowd.

「This is far too much fun to quit because of something as trivial as drinks, so I decided to call in a little favor and have them all replaced! Now, I don't want any of you drinking these atrocities before I have them properly switched, all right?」

That should do it. It may take a while for the drinks to actually show up, but Kiyomi doubts anyone would dare to take a sip before they do. With her job done, Kiyomi is pleased to see some good news: Yuki has arrived, and in a handsome military uniform. She declares picture time finished and immediately meets up with her friend, the number of eyes that are important to the heiress reduced rapidly to two.

As she approaches Yuki, Kiyomi goes over how she should introduce herself. Perhaps she would show off her great crowd of admirers; perhaps she should pull Yuki into a close embrace, making her intentions clear in one shocking yet intriguing motion.

When Kiyomi reaches her uniformed crush, she says with a blush, 「Um... Hello, Yuki. You look nice.」


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Dedric slightly moves away from the intoxicated man bearing a clearly disgusted expression. Quickly he passes his hand over where the man touched him as if trying to dust off whatever prints he might have left there. Dedric’s eyes narrowed as he prepared a response.

Drunk, while watching over his wife, unpresentable, irresponsible, ridiculous. You are a despicable little old man, Miku Rikuto. This family would be so much better off without someone such as you. You’re lucky that it’s not my place to make that decision… yet. I do beg you though, force my hand, nothing would give me more pleasure than to…

「I assure you Mr. Miku that I am no doctor, neither am I here to test your wife any longer. However I don’t think you should be worried about that right now. 」

Dedric then proceeded to look around the man in an exaggerated manner, a carefully calculated look of concern on his face as he scanned the entire hall.

「Oh, do you happen to know where your daughter is, Mr. Miku? Or are you neglecting her again? I do wonder what her mother would think if she knew how you’ve been treating your daughter all this time. Maybe you should check up on her, just to be sure. Who knows where she might be at this time of the night. Certainly not you. 」

Dedric pointed towards the farthest end of the corridor they were in. 「I think you should probably make the call over there. We both don’t want your wife to hear what you are doing, now do we? And you better hurry, the longer you stand around the more things could happen to her little girl. 」


Hope: 0 ~ Magic: 2 ~ Trauma: 2 ~ Fate: 1

Do I recognize said spooky girl


Hashimoto Sora 「」 Trauma 1 ~ Magic 1 ~ Hope 1 ~ Fate 2

Sora had been drooling in her sleep when May wakes her up. She'd started to go fitful near the end of the ride, as if trapped in some sort of nightmare. When she awakens she seems supremely disoriented for a moment - looking around to apparently discover she's on a bus. She looks over her shoulder to the man in the back, and moves to rouse him - there's a small hint of panic in her movements.

Just as her hand touches his shoulder, the clocks strike eleven, causing Tenshi to jump slightly. There was something about eleven. Near-endings?

Only once she's figured out exactly what she's done, does Tenshi even think about getting off of the bus.


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Sakura: You've seen her and her magic. She was at the mall last night. She hung around the mature one with the map-book. You haven't seen her all day. She has a cane now with a blue daruma doll on the handle. She hasn't filled in either eye yet. You wonder what obligation she is carrying it for. She has a chain, carefully carved from black stone or wood, but it's draped over her shoulders. It doesn't lead anywhere. There may be more strings attached, but they're for Chrysanth to describe.

Sora: You reach out, not knowing what to expect, but the man stirs and stretches. You see recognition in his eyes which is quickly obscured by confusion.


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11:0X P.M.

Iris, Naiad, Chrysanth, and Sakura:

The crowd disperses, mostly returning to the front entry. You see a few of them grab cases of drink and dunk them into trash cans. The muscle at the front door gives them a serious look and talks into a radio.

Here on the west side, the Glitter Force has filtered into the crowd. You see at least one of them toss a full drink in the trash. The staff behind the caution tape are thinning out as most of the gear has been unloaded either into the loading dock, or into the arcade entry.

Feel free to continue to make plans, it’s much easier for the seven of you to communicate now that the crowd has been dismissed. Your two groups can see each other, and shout to each other, but you’re too far apart to all be in the same conversation. Keep an eye on the clock.

Kiyomi, Sora, and May:

The crowd disperses, mostly returning to the front entry. You see a few of them grab cases of drink and dunk them into trash cans. The muscle at the front door gives them a serious look and talks into a radio.

Kiyomi taps forward in a hypersexualized set of translucent armor that accentuates the curves of her younger-looking, mundane form. Under the armor, she wears a lace bodysuit of crashing waves and curling tentacles that gives the appearance of nudity while covering the essentials.

Yuki blinks profusely and takes a moment to look the entire ensemble from heels to pony tail, tugging at one of her sleeves. 「I guess neither of us was ever any good at coloring in the lines.」 She laughs. 「Made any waves yet, or does Demon Empress Kiyomi wait in lines like the rest of the plebeians?

A girl in a sailor costume with a short blond wig has stopped dead in her tracks and is staring, agog, at Kiyomi. A young man in a tuxedo and top hat is trying to drag her toward the eastern entrance.

Sora and May have arrived in street clothes. They’re not alone in this, but they’re definitely in the minority. No one has clocked Hashimoto Sora as of yet.

Feel free to continue to make plans, it’s much easier for the seven of you to communicate now that the crowd has been dismissed. Your two groups can see each other, and shout to each other, but you’re too far apart to all be in the same conversation. Keep an eye on the clock.

Dedric:

S-sakura is… In bed, ready for school in the...」Rikuto’s eyes roll as he struggles to recall the reality outside of his personal purgatory. Then his eyes set on you and narrow. 「What do you know of Sakhura? Are you some kind of pervert like that damnable medicine woman?」 Rikuto stops, convulses on the brink of vomiting, touches his mouth, belches horrifically, then continues.「I’ll make some calls alright. I’ll call the police.」 He begins searching his pockets, but soon trundles back over to his chair to look for his phone.

You can see his phone in two pieces a few meters down the hall. What do you do?

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