Easy to Find - Sayakaquest 2

[X] Call someone, anyone.
-[X] Takane
--[X] This is obviously magical, she's magical, she'll know who to contact

You fumble your phone out of your pocket. Your hands slip against the e-glass before you tap it a few times and bring it up to your ear. The tone echoes until you hear Takane on the other end, out of breath.

"Mina?" She pants. "Frick, I was in the m-middle of-"

This whole situation depends on you being as calm and collected as possible. "Th-theresagirl and she's hurt and I don't knowwhatthefuck I'm doing holy shit I-I'm I think I see her f-fucking organs and lungs and-!"

"Mina, Minako!" Takane almost shouts on the other end. "Calm down, where are you?"

"I-I'm by the-by the school I was just walking and I just saw a fight and th-then one girl jumped away a-and just-!" You run your hands through the hair atop your head and scratch at your undercut. "F-fuck she's hurt real bad."

"Just hang tight. We'll be there soon, okay? Just stay by her." Before she hangs up, you think you hear a familiar voice on the line. You can't really make it out but it almost sounded like your mom's friend. You know about her and her son but you never really got along with him in primary.

You could muse on this, but you're a bit too busy pacing around the girl on the ground. She's just watching you with tears in her eyes and blood flowing out of her mouth and oh god you feel like you're about to fucking puke.

Suddenly, you hear a rush of air. Takane hits the ground hard, hard enough to shatter concrete. She skids across the ground. "Minako!" she shouts. "Did you see the other magi?!"

"N-no." You shake your head. "T-thank fuck you're here," you mutter. "I-I just can't be..." You turn your head to see the other magical girl she brought over.

This woman is dressed in fullplate armor, and she lands towards the ground with a rush of air. Her cape flows like a pair of wings, the air rippling with energy and blue magic. Musical notes dash past your eye as her armor glimmers with golden lining and shimmering chainmail. Her hands are empty as she descends, but her weapon is on her hip and her shield is on her back, folded and ready to go. She descends towards you with a rush of air and a scream of violins.

She's not wearing a helmet. And you can see her face. Blue eyes half-lidded, before she notices you and her expression turns to shock.

"...m-mom?"

Your name is Kyouko Miki-Sakura, and you are a badass. This morning you finished a major step in your goal of becoming a Mitakihara firefighter. Now, fires are rare in Mitakihara, but every so often there's a car on fire or some pyromaniac goes stone cold crazy or whatever, and you kind of like the rush of danger and helping people.

Yeah, definitely the latter. Totally just the latter. Now, fires don't actually do that much to you. Your magical element is the flame to your wife's droplet. But the thrill of walking through fire, no lie, has always been kind of enticing.

Midday, you spent patrolling. You found a witch threatening to creep into Mitakihara through Kasamino. You quickly took care of it before it claimed too many victims and didn't even break a sweat.

Now, you've decided to give the edge of town a perimeter check. Sayaka told you last night (after some R&R with your wife while your kid was out) that there was a hint of something brewing across the bay. You're walking by the edge of the ports as a few massive supertankers crawl their way across the horizon.

The north side of Mitakihara is where the industrial district lies, where pipes and smokestacks pepper the skyline and spew steam into the air. After a few treaties, this part of town stopped looking so drab and miserable, what with the gleaming white towers and containers, but it still smells like industry.

You're currently sitting on top of a building in a bomber jacket, a red Black Flag t-shirt, a cigarette in your lips, and a pair of skinny jeans. You huff your cigarette a little, blow some smoke into the air. It's your dirty little secret; Sayaka can't taste the cigarette smoke because you do a quick cleaning transformation before heading home. And it's not like you need your lungs that much anyway.

You idly wonder if she knows you smoke but is just too polite to tell you. Eh, whatever. It doesn't matter. What matters is that she still loves you, and you love her, and you love your kid. You rise to your feet in a pair of ragged sneakers, and your back has "BORN TO FUCK" written in a single gigantic decal.

You're staring across the road when you see a girl walking across the street. She looks about seventeen, with auburn hair, and from the few glances you can see, deep brown eyes. You might think she looks normal before she suddenly turns to look at you.

You bring your stance a little bit wider as she just locks eyes, and as she walks towards you it becomes clear that she knows what you are. She knows exactly who and what you are. Suddenly, this girl leaps towards you. Experience tells you that she's clumsy; she cracked the concrete upon leaving the ground, using way too much force in too small a location. You can leap way more efficiently if you roll your foot, and make sure all kinetic energy is just transferred to your foot.

She rears her hand back. Midway through the jump, her weapon forms in her hand. She's just going for an attack. She doesn't even know that you're a magical girl yet, but she's already attacking. She seems a little too happy to be getting into the fight, and judging by the poleaxe, she's a melee fighter.

And, hilariously, she's going for an overhead strike. You take a step to the side.

Her weapon slams into the metal walkway that you were just standing on and the momentum carries her forward past you and onto the catwalk. She tumbles across the pathway and, mid-roll, she transforms in a shower of brilliant oranges, reds, and yellows. Her uniform looks like a coat of leaves, covering her entire body head-to-toe in a display of autumn.

You sigh. "You know, you chose the exact wrong day and time to stop by Mitakihara." You turn your cigarette to the side.

"You're the adult magi?" She raises her poleaxe.

"What's it to you?"

"I'm here to kill you."

"Heard that before." You take a step forward. "You have a few options." You raise three fingers. "One, you turn back the way you came. Two, you fight me, and you lose. Three, you fight my wife and me, and you turbo lose."

"Fuck off."

You snort. "Oh, that's cute. Tryin' to talk shit to your elders." You bring your hand to the side.

Your spear bursts into existence with a rush of flame and a gust of wind. Your fingers flex around the shaft as the triangular head turns into a three-pronged winged spear and the chains clink and clank and lock into place. You raise your spear's head over your face before sweeping it down, and your uniform shimmers onto your body. It glitters and glows before turning to scale mail, then into fullplate.

Your legs are covered by shining gold, angular metal sheets clanking into place on top of you. Your gauntlets slide into your fingers, your sabatons crash onto your feet. Your hair curls around your head, a brilliant mane of red as your breastplate emerges onto your chest. Your pauldrons look like brilliant, gorgeous flames, your chest a candle with a horse's head.

The girl takes a horrified step back, but then she stands her ground. "Y-you can't scare me!"

"Then I'll have to beat some fear into you." You twirl the spear over your head. The force causes the entire thing to break into segments mid-swing, the chains spiraling over your head before they clack into place right at your side.

[] Kill her. (ahaha not gonna fucking happen.)

[] Talk her down. (2 Difficulty; she's still a kid.)

[] Severely injure her. (1 Difficulty; the intent is to scare her off permanently. It's not great but it'll be better than killing her, and it leaves a chilling effect on Kasamino)

[] Scare her off. (2 Accuracy; you can easily overpower her, but this means she could bring intel back to Kasamino)