azenva
never ask me for anything ever again
GM/Scene Post
SCENE:
Opening Night
LOCATION:
Abandoned Warehouse Park, Yamato Outskirts
PARTICIPANTS:
Cosmic Crusaders (minus Kazu)
Opening Night
Every show has an audience. Though the raindrops were plenitiful and raucous, they would not do. The warehouses, neatly lined up in threes, were too few and stoic. The cold bit and the wind howled like a pack of wolves, but metaphorical beasts made for poor watchers too. Why not the metaphysical beasts, then?
The power surge of the children tapping into the background magic of the universe lit up the dreary opening night. As they plotted amongst themselves, any of the fighters who spared a glance at their leader and could discern facial expressions past the monsoon, her wetted fur, and her smaller features would notice closed eyes. Peacefulness? Memories? Exhaustion? Whatever it was, it was gone when she opened her eyes. And her mouth. She had questions to answer.
Yoko. “You’re a magical girl. Your job is to save the world, kill monsters, and do what I say. Maybe you missed that part while you were fantasizing.”
Moura. Answered by his comrades. Next.
Ken. And also Daichi. “Do you want me to demonstrate? Write up a step-by-step tutorial? Or are you looking for something like an instructional pamphlet? Look, the hand of the big guy in the sky is not its brain. I don’t know why fate wanted these people, but it did. So I had to get them. By any means necessary. You gotta lead with the incentives before you tell them that you’re paying a thousand kan an hour. I’m sure you know.”
Ken had run off already. It was at this point that Moura had to have set Ritsu down into the mud. Yippee. She remained very still to avoid splatter, but the raindrops still stirred up plenty.
Tyrant existing wasn’t a question, but it was questionable. “Clown shoes! Commie! Can’t come up with a snappy nickname for the last one! Have you wrapped it up yet? Look, lady, there might not be enough room in this dump for your ego. Use names. Use humility. I’m the only one allowed to be a hypocrite here.”
One of her fighters was currently getting drunk. Ritsu wanted to ask him for a sip or two. Double dipping vice, hell yeah. “If you can’t plan, I’ll do it for you. I don’t think 2/IC here is gonna back down. And…” Ritsu again flattened down, almost sinking into the mud. Her vanilla white fur was now half chocolate. “Hate to say it, but her idea of a bigger group is solid. I can detect roughly the yōkai’s auras, though. Should be plenty of scouting.” Ritsu again shut her eyes tight, sensing the unbound magical power of their enemies.
Empty.
Occupied.
Occupied.
Empty.
Empty.
…
What the hell even is that.
Startling back and getting even more mud over herself, her eyes snapped back open. “Whoo. Right. We’ll need two groups. I think we have more than that already, so unless someone really wants to be the insurance policy cavalry, we need some mergers. Half these have nothing. Two’ve got some mooks. But that one. You guys see that far one on the right, squeaky clean, no art? That one’s got something. Something I don’t recognize. Too much energy there for me to get a bead on what’s up, besides ‘nasties here.’ I don’t like that. We might need the full might of pack tactics.”
With Ritsu’s plan laid out, silently daring someone (cough cough Junko) to challenge it, she turned away and made to once again bound forward, before remembering the dreadful terrain and catching herself.
“…Someone’s gonna need to carry me again. Just grab me by the sides.”
Every show has an audience. Though the raindrops were plenitiful and raucous, they would not do. The warehouses, neatly lined up in threes, were too few and stoic. The cold bit and the wind howled like a pack of wolves, but metaphorical beasts made for poor watchers too. Why not the metaphysical beasts, then?
The power surge of the children tapping into the background magic of the universe lit up the dreary opening night. As they plotted amongst themselves, any of the fighters who spared a glance at their leader and could discern facial expressions past the monsoon, her wetted fur, and her smaller features would notice closed eyes. Peacefulness? Memories? Exhaustion? Whatever it was, it was gone when she opened her eyes. And her mouth. She had questions to answer.
Yoko. “You’re a magical girl. Your job is to save the world, kill monsters, and do what I say. Maybe you missed that part while you were fantasizing.”
Moura. Answered by his comrades. Next.
Ken. And also Daichi. “Do you want me to demonstrate? Write up a step-by-step tutorial? Or are you looking for something like an instructional pamphlet? Look, the hand of the big guy in the sky is not its brain. I don’t know why fate wanted these people, but it did. So I had to get them. By any means necessary. You gotta lead with the incentives before you tell them that you’re paying a thousand kan an hour. I’m sure you know.”
Ken had run off already. It was at this point that Moura had to have set Ritsu down into the mud. Yippee. She remained very still to avoid splatter, but the raindrops still stirred up plenty.
Tyrant existing wasn’t a question, but it was questionable. “Clown shoes! Commie! Can’t come up with a snappy nickname for the last one! Have you wrapped it up yet? Look, lady, there might not be enough room in this dump for your ego. Use names. Use humility. I’m the only one allowed to be a hypocrite here.”
One of her fighters was currently getting drunk. Ritsu wanted to ask him for a sip or two. Double dipping vice, hell yeah. “If you can’t plan, I’ll do it for you. I don’t think 2/IC here is gonna back down. And…” Ritsu again flattened down, almost sinking into the mud. Her vanilla white fur was now half chocolate. “Hate to say it, but her idea of a bigger group is solid. I can detect roughly the yōkai’s auras, though. Should be plenty of scouting.” Ritsu again shut her eyes tight, sensing the unbound magical power of their enemies.
Empty.
Occupied.
Occupied.
Empty.
Empty.
…
What the hell even is that.
Startling back and getting even more mud over herself, her eyes snapped back open. “Whoo. Right. We’ll need two groups. I think we have more than that already, so unless someone really wants to be the insurance policy cavalry, we need some mergers. Half these have nothing. Two’ve got some mooks. But that one. You guys see that far one on the right, squeaky clean, no art? That one’s got something. Something I don’t recognize. Too much energy there for me to get a bead on what’s up, besides ‘nasties here.’ I don’t like that. We might need the full might of pack tactics.”
With Ritsu’s plan laid out, silently daring someone (cough cough Junko) to challenge it, she turned away and made to once again bound forward, before remembering the dreadful terrain and catching herself.
“…Someone’s gonna need to carry me again. Just grab me by the sides.”