FourthWall
Love & Destroy
- Location
- Chiraq
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Ai Senshi: A Magical Girl Joint
Sometimes your belly has a suction portal and you want the opening. It happensSometimes you gotta show off how shredded your abs are
A Bunch Of Atoms
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- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- Any
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MOON HEALING DE-ESCALATION
FourthWall
Love & Destroy
- Location
- Chiraq
Do not trust this poster, they are a Seth Street Fighter
***
You've been called a scumbag a lot in your short life. 90% of the time, it's unwarranted Boomer bullshit from people who judge books by their covers. The other 10%, it's when you show your brother the real grimy shit in whichever fighting game you've both picked up. When you introduced him to throw loops in Street Overlord 6, he didn't speak to you for a week.
The vibe you're getting from this masked rider is that they want to fight for real. No quarter given and no quarters necessary. A part of you wants to start swinging, enough that the murder-smirk is tugging at your cheeks again.
But you're not going to engage on punk-on-punk violence. You're a goddamned Magical Girl now.
You put your non-bat hand up again and force your murder-smirk into a sassy, cocksure grin. "Got the wrong idea, pardner. I'm no scumbag, I'm a Magical Girl."
The biker relaxes, gives you a vox-corrupted chuckle. "Long way from Nerima, aintcha? Dango-head."
You laugh back. "Says the edgy Kamen Rider." You flip our your twintails with a free hand, they catch in a suitably dramatic wind. "Bombshell soldier of love and justice, Bancho Lily. You normally bust through walls in your spare time?"
The biker looks back at the still-smoldering hole in the wall. "I do when I'm bagging baddies. Felt some serious magical energy 'round these parts, thought I'd drop in. Prime signature for a Youma."
You gesture to the moonlit night, the fog-fuzzy backdrop of caution lights and storage containers, and smile a bit more honestly. "Sorry to pull you from this City Pop cover-ass vista, but the baddie's been busted. She's right over-"
You look over to where Piron was and see a plastic bag full of convenience store food wrappers in her place.
+She teleported away in the confusion, love.+ Alice pings you. +Bloody frustrating how quickly they do that.+
Your shoulders sag. "...Shit."
The biker chuckles again, the sound like an engine turning over. "Shit's a new direction, Dango-head. Which way is "Shit"?"
They make a show of casing the warehouse, their heavy leather bootsteps mockingly marking time. They peek behind crates, peer into storage units, even go out and up the catwalk you did a plancha from.
"Oh where, oh where did your baddie go, Dango-head?" the biker asks, exaggeratedly looking around, hand shielding their visor. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're bullshitting me."
They're clearly not taking you seriously and it's really starting to piss you off. I'd you hadn't decided to be chill about this, you'd have jumped up there and seen how long it took to crack that shitty skull mask open.
"Oi," you say, pointing your bat at the biker. "If you didn't single me out, she wouldn't have gotten away! This is basic hero shit!"
The hostage, who decided to wander away from you when the biker did, finishes cleaning themselves up with a water bottle they nicked from Piron's stash. "Sukeban chick came to rescue me," she says. "She beat the fuck out of the Youma and convinced it to stand down." She takes a swig from the last bit of water left, gargles, and spits. "Youma peaced out while you two were about to touch tips."
The biker rests over the catwalk rail and lets out a vox-corrupted sigh. "Well, shit."
The hostage raises a press-on nail-covered hand. "Can't y'all just team up and find her or some shit?"
The biker shakes their head. "Don't have the tech to track them once they teleport away."
+Youma readings have gone cold on my end too, love.+ Alice pings you.
"Well, shit," the hostage says, checking her phone. She frowns at it, showing a flash of fang from between glossed lips. "Right. Phone's dead. Could one of y'all give me a ride?"
"You cool with riding bitch?" the biker asks her.
She shrugs. "Whatever gets me home."
"We cool, then?" you ask the biker.
The biker nods. "For tonight. Next time we meet, Dango-head, I want to see your Magical Girl justice in full bloom."
With a mighty jump and enough torque to warp wrought iron, the biker vaults off the catwalk and lands in a three-point stance next to the hostage. They offer the hostage a gentlemanly hand, and escort them into the night.
+That was rather bloodless, all things considered.+ Alice pings, checking the surroundings for any more surprises.
"I don't think they took me being a Magical Girl seriously," you grumble, feeling beaver blocked from a good fight. "And Piron made me look like a fucking geek in front of them."
+Stiff upper lip, then.+ Alice pings. +You did what you came to do, and that's what matters.+
***
You got back home around 2 in the morning, after a quick stop at a late night taco joint. You notice that transforming makes you hungry as fuck when you're done. Might have to start bringing protein bars with you on magical excursions.
Even though you didn't get as much action as you wanted, you got enough to knock you clean out when your pink haired head hit the bed. You wake up late, too; little bro had been shaking you for fifteen minutes before you woke up. He thought you were fucking with him; you promise you weren't and that you'll overlook him stealing your imported Japanese lipstick (endorsed by the Rei Ayanami) for doing you this solid.
You head to school with avocado toast in your mouth this time. No thugs or thugboys or Youma stop you. You beat the homeroom buzzer like the Bulls in '96, to the chatter of the crowd and the light chuckling of Chiaki.
Class passes without incident, Miss Tomoe is an engaging teacher who clearly cares about material that goes in one ear and out the other. You're more focused on lunch than class, but it's the start of the semester; nothing serious is being said.
Finally, thankfully, lunchtime comes. Chiaki pulls you up to the rooftop to talk shop and eat in relative peace. Normally students aren't allowed up there, but being StuCo gives her special privileges.
She opens the door on an insultingly beautiful day, noontide sun in a blue glass sky. A floral breeze catches your nose and your twintails. Days like this were rare as care for human life back in Springfield, where the weather was charitably called schizophrenic.
As you soak up the sun, you notice a handsome looking loner in a red leather jacket and blue jeans looking up at the sky. They take a stick of Pocky and let it dangle from their lips like a cigarette. Something about their vibe catches you funny for a moment.
"Ahem," Chiaki leans into your field of view until she's eye to eye with you. "So, thanks for rescuing my girlfriend, but I heard someone else took her home? Have a biker gang buddy do we, Miss Sukeban?"
***
[What's your response? Choose up to 3.]
[ ] Nah, just ran into a fellow ally of justice. Seen any edgy Kamen Riders around here lately?
[ ] ...This wasn't a setup, was it? I'm cool with helping people but I'm not cool with getting jerked around.
[ ] Who's the greaser here with us? You sure you wanna talk business with them around?
Like... In theory we can make all responses?
[X] Nah, just ran into a fellow ally of justice. Seen any edgy Kamen Riders around here lately?
[X] Nah, just ran into a fellow ally of justice. Seen any edgy Kamen Riders around here lately?
Asking her if it was a setup is going to be answered with "no", whether or not it actually is one. Because why would the person doing the setting up tell you that it's a setup? No point in asking a question like that.
As for the other guy, she can see him as well as we can. If she's willing to talk with him around, I don't see why we wouldn't.
Asking her if it was a setup is going to be answered with "no", whether or not it actually is one. Because why would the person doing the setting up tell you that it's a setup? No point in asking a question like that.
As for the other guy, she can see him as well as we can. If she's willing to talk with him around, I don't see why we wouldn't.
FourthWall
Love & Destroy
- Location
- Chiraq
You could if you wanted, yeah.
[X] Who's the greaser here with us? You sure you wanna talk business with them around?
Just because she trusts the guy, why would that mean we should? I don't neccessarily trust her, either.
[X] ...This wasn't a setup, was it? I'm cool with helping people but I'm not cool with getting jerked around.
Well, I'm interested to see how she responds to the suggestion, even if she does just deny it.
Just because she trusts the guy, why would that mean we should? I don't neccessarily trust her, either.
[X] ...This wasn't a setup, was it? I'm cool with helping people but I'm not cool with getting jerked around.
Well, I'm interested to see how she responds to the suggestion, even if she does just deny it.
Kermie
We’re So Cooked(?)
- Location
- Somewhere On The Planet
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
[X] Nah, just ran into a fellow ally of justice. Seen any edgy Kamen Riders around here lately?
[X] Who's the greaser here with us? You sure you wanna talk business with them around?
As the guy who's writing a quest where the main duo is (going to be) a Kamen Rider and then a Magical Girl, reading this chapter was like a fever dream.
Actually, reading this quest in general is like a fever dream in the best ways.
[X] Who's the greaser here with us? You sure you wanna talk business with them around?
As the guy who's writing a quest where the main duo is (going to be) a Kamen Rider and then a Magical Girl, reading this chapter was like a fever dream.
Actually, reading this quest in general is like a fever dream in the best ways.
Solarstream
It's all in the cards
- Location
- Zombie World
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Nah, just ran into a fellow ally of justice. Seen any edgy Kamen Riders around here lately?
[X] Who's the greaser here with us? You sure you wanna talk business with them around?
[X] Who's the greaser here with us? You sure you wanna talk business with them around?
Iris-Iven-Ibis
Interested-Idiot-Immortal
- Location
- You know
[X] Nah, just ran into a fellow ally of justice. Seen any edgy Kamen Riders around here lately?
[X] ...This wasn't a setup, was it? I'm cool with helping people but I'm not cool with getting jerked around.
[X] Who's the greaser here with us? You sure you wanna talk business with them around?
[X] ...This wasn't a setup, was it? I'm cool with helping people but I'm not cool with getting jerked around.
[X] Who's the greaser here with us? You sure you wanna talk business with them around?
FourthWall
Love & Destroy
- Location
- Chiraq
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PROTAGS DO IT ON THE ROOFTOP
FourthWall
Love & Destroy
- Location
- Chiraq
You know what'd be funny? A tuxedo Kamen Rider
"Nah," you reply to Chiaki. "Just ran into a fellow ally of justice. They got on my ass over the fit a bit, but we smoothed things out. You know any edgy Kamen Riders 'round these parts?"
Chiaki appraises your answer, she hums while tapping her lips. "Kamen Riders, huh? You probably ran into Midnight Rider Iron Beetle."
"Who in the what now?"
"Las Brujas' very own vigilante," Chiaki puts her hands behind her back and rocks on her Mary Jane-clad heels. "Helps keep the streets safe from Youma and scumbags, but has no compunction about using extreme force, even towards humans."
"So they're more Judge Dredd than Batman?"
Chiaki nods. "Eh, more like Travis Touchdown on a Toku kick. Given your general delinquent vibe, I was worried they waxed you when my girlfriend got back by bike."
"I'm not that kind of thug," you scoff. "I'm not even a thug at all. And if I was, I wouldn't go out like that."
"Right, right," Chiaki says, apologetically. "But hypothetically, if you were merely a thug, Iron Beetle's the type to rip out your heart to see if it's gold."
You click your tongue. You feel like you're gonna have beef with this Iron Beetle; while you're always down for beating ass, it's to teach a lesson. You only put a motherfucker in the ground if there's no other option, like with the pyre-fox. It didn't give off the vibe of something that could be befriended or reasoned with, like Piron did.
And besides, someone who gets too much of a taste for blood will inevitably become a monster.
That's what you tell yourself when the blood sings too loudly in your ears, when the little devil on your shoulder tells you not to stop while they're still breathing.
In any case, you're going to want Iron Beetle to show you their "justice" first, if they want to see yours.
As you ruminate on this, you notice the greaser trying very hard to look like they're not paying attention to your conversation. She keeps stealing glances at you specifically.
"Yo," you hook a thumb to said greaser. "You cool with someone listening in on our business like this? Honor student type like you talking with people like me, might start some rumors."
Chiaki giggles and walks over to the greaser. "Don't worry, I have enough data on everyone in the school that nobody would dare start nasty rumors, lest I pull out the proverbial long knives. Isn't that right, Miss Cooldown?"
The greaser runs a hand through her pretty-boy auburn perm and smiles shyly. "Yeah. When I was a freshie, Honor Student over here found out some people were being shitlords about who I used to be. She pulled some strings, found some interesting posts...let's just say they aren't around to cause trouble anymore."
Chiaki gives a razor-sharp smile and adjusts her glasses so they catch the afternoon light. "Problem solving is a passion of mine."
You get the feeling that getting on this noodly nerd's bad side might be a one-way trip to Juvie. Or worse.
Good thing you're cool and she's cool.
Chiaki rapidly waves a hand in front of her face, dissipating the dangerous vibes. "Don't worry, Miss Koyanskaya, I wouldn't do anything that would cause you to run afoul with the authorities!"
You recoil a bit. "Where's that coming from?"
She gives you doe eyes over the rim of her glasses. "...Would you believe a woman's intuition about your previous history?"
"Yeah, but only because my mom says that a lot," you reply.
The greaser laughs. "You get used to it, Bun-head. The first few times it feels like she's reading your mind." She walks up to you and offers a hand. "Name's Carrie Cooldown."
You shake, feeling an iron grip swathed in well-worn leather. Now that you get a good look at her, she's handsome as hell. Sharp features mixed with boyish, dimpled cheeks and playful emerald eyes, a stray strand from her haircut dangling in the way all those teenybopper panty droppers from the '50s did. Effortless style oozes from her, in a way that would come off as douchey and try hard if it didn't feel like it truly came natural.
It helps that she's committed to the greaser bit really goddamned hard and you kinda like it. Ally of justice you may be, you kinda have a thing for bad boys and badder girls.
She's looking at you like she knows you do, like everyone she knows eventually does.
"Ana Koyanskaya," you say back with a squeeze and a sassy look, not letting your spaghetti drop in front of this ikemen motherfucker. "Those who know call me Nasty Nastya."
Carrie purrs, her eyes daring you to make a move. "I like nasty."
You give her not-quite-bedroom eyes and toss your hair back. "Then you're gonna love me, Cooldown."
Chiaki steps between you two before things escalate. "Unfortunately, part of being StuCo means boxblocking on occasion. Especially when lunch period's halfway over and I skipped breakfast."
Your stomach growls, killing the vibe further. "Shit. Right." You blush despite yourself.
"I already ate, so I'm gonna go work on my bike before classes start up again." Carrie walks away with a lazy salute to you and Chiaki. "Adios."
You mumble to yourself. "...I can't tell if I want to ride her face or punch it."
Chiaki chuckles and offers you a Yakisoba Dog from her lunch bag. "That's normal. Here's a token of my thanks for a job well done."
You take the dog and dig in. "You pay all your assets in food?"
"You're not an asset," she corrects, "you're an ally. And hopefully, eventually, a friend." She pulls out a Yakisoba Dog for herself, eats it wirh measured nibbles. "And weren't you saving my girlfriend out of the goodness of your heart?"
"Yeah, just busting your chops." You finish off the Yakisoba Dog and lick the sauce from your fingers. "Hot damn, that was good."
Chiaki beams. "I know, right? Burger Suplex makes the best hot dogs."
She finishes her hot dog while glancing around the rooftop like a furtive squirrel. You watch the clouds while she watches the rooftop, until she pokes you with a cool canned coffee.
"Thanks for going along with my unreasonable request, Miss Magical Girl," she says.
"No prob." You narrow your eyes at her and take the coffee. "Your girl tell you about me being a Magical Girl?"
She nods. "Sorta. Girlfriend said she was saved by a Maj who looked like grown-up Chibi-Usa. You've got her pink hair and buns, and I asked you to help my girlfriend, so I put two and two together." A warm silence stretches between the two of you. "She said you were badass, by the way."
You pat your pink buns; so much for Magical Girls hiding their identity, huh?
"...My girlfriend and I have always wanted to be Magical Girls. If we find this Raising☆Heart thing, we could make it happen."
[ ] I could show you some real Magical Girl shit if you want. Y'know, after school or something.
[ ] Fill me in on this Raising☆Heart thing. Piron seemed to think your girl had it, or at least knew where it was.
[ ] If you and your girl wanna be magical girls so bad, I can see if my mascot'll vet you.
***
"Nah," you reply to Chiaki. "Just ran into a fellow ally of justice. They got on my ass over the fit a bit, but we smoothed things out. You know any edgy Kamen Riders 'round these parts?"
Chiaki appraises your answer, she hums while tapping her lips. "Kamen Riders, huh? You probably ran into Midnight Rider Iron Beetle."
"Who in the what now?"
"Las Brujas' very own vigilante," Chiaki puts her hands behind her back and rocks on her Mary Jane-clad heels. "Helps keep the streets safe from Youma and scumbags, but has no compunction about using extreme force, even towards humans."
"So they're more Judge Dredd than Batman?"
Chiaki nods. "Eh, more like Travis Touchdown on a Toku kick. Given your general delinquent vibe, I was worried they waxed you when my girlfriend got back by bike."
"I'm not that kind of thug," you scoff. "I'm not even a thug at all. And if I was, I wouldn't go out like that."
"Right, right," Chiaki says, apologetically. "But hypothetically, if you were merely a thug, Iron Beetle's the type to rip out your heart to see if it's gold."
You click your tongue. You feel like you're gonna have beef with this Iron Beetle; while you're always down for beating ass, it's to teach a lesson. You only put a motherfucker in the ground if there's no other option, like with the pyre-fox. It didn't give off the vibe of something that could be befriended or reasoned with, like Piron did.
And besides, someone who gets too much of a taste for blood will inevitably become a monster.
That's what you tell yourself when the blood sings too loudly in your ears, when the little devil on your shoulder tells you not to stop while they're still breathing.
In any case, you're going to want Iron Beetle to show you their "justice" first, if they want to see yours.
As you ruminate on this, you notice the greaser trying very hard to look like they're not paying attention to your conversation. She keeps stealing glances at you specifically.
"Yo," you hook a thumb to said greaser. "You cool with someone listening in on our business like this? Honor student type like you talking with people like me, might start some rumors."
Chiaki giggles and walks over to the greaser. "Don't worry, I have enough data on everyone in the school that nobody would dare start nasty rumors, lest I pull out the proverbial long knives. Isn't that right, Miss Cooldown?"
The greaser runs a hand through her pretty-boy auburn perm and smiles shyly. "Yeah. When I was a freshie, Honor Student over here found out some people were being shitlords about who I used to be. She pulled some strings, found some interesting posts...let's just say they aren't around to cause trouble anymore."
Chiaki gives a razor-sharp smile and adjusts her glasses so they catch the afternoon light. "Problem solving is a passion of mine."
You get the feeling that getting on this noodly nerd's bad side might be a one-way trip to Juvie. Or worse.
Good thing you're cool and she's cool.
Chiaki rapidly waves a hand in front of her face, dissipating the dangerous vibes. "Don't worry, Miss Koyanskaya, I wouldn't do anything that would cause you to run afoul with the authorities!"
You recoil a bit. "Where's that coming from?"
She gives you doe eyes over the rim of her glasses. "...Would you believe a woman's intuition about your previous history?"
"Yeah, but only because my mom says that a lot," you reply.
The greaser laughs. "You get used to it, Bun-head. The first few times it feels like she's reading your mind." She walks up to you and offers a hand. "Name's Carrie Cooldown."
You shake, feeling an iron grip swathed in well-worn leather. Now that you get a good look at her, she's handsome as hell. Sharp features mixed with boyish, dimpled cheeks and playful emerald eyes, a stray strand from her haircut dangling in the way all those teenybopper panty droppers from the '50s did. Effortless style oozes from her, in a way that would come off as douchey and try hard if it didn't feel like it truly came natural.
It helps that she's committed to the greaser bit really goddamned hard and you kinda like it. Ally of justice you may be, you kinda have a thing for bad boys and badder girls.
She's looking at you like she knows you do, like everyone she knows eventually does.
"Ana Koyanskaya," you say back with a squeeze and a sassy look, not letting your spaghetti drop in front of this ikemen motherfucker. "Those who know call me Nasty Nastya."
Carrie purrs, her eyes daring you to make a move. "I like nasty."
You give her not-quite-bedroom eyes and toss your hair back. "Then you're gonna love me, Cooldown."
Chiaki steps between you two before things escalate. "Unfortunately, part of being StuCo means boxblocking on occasion. Especially when lunch period's halfway over and I skipped breakfast."
Your stomach growls, killing the vibe further. "Shit. Right." You blush despite yourself.
"I already ate, so I'm gonna go work on my bike before classes start up again." Carrie walks away with a lazy salute to you and Chiaki. "Adios."
You mumble to yourself. "...I can't tell if I want to ride her face or punch it."
Chiaki chuckles and offers you a Yakisoba Dog from her lunch bag. "That's normal. Here's a token of my thanks for a job well done."
You take the dog and dig in. "You pay all your assets in food?"
"You're not an asset," she corrects, "you're an ally. And hopefully, eventually, a friend." She pulls out a Yakisoba Dog for herself, eats it wirh measured nibbles. "And weren't you saving my girlfriend out of the goodness of your heart?"
"Yeah, just busting your chops." You finish off the Yakisoba Dog and lick the sauce from your fingers. "Hot damn, that was good."
Chiaki beams. "I know, right? Burger Suplex makes the best hot dogs."
She finishes her hot dog while glancing around the rooftop like a furtive squirrel. You watch the clouds while she watches the rooftop, until she pokes you with a cool canned coffee.
"Thanks for going along with my unreasonable request, Miss Magical Girl," she says.
"No prob." You narrow your eyes at her and take the coffee. "Your girl tell you about me being a Magical Girl?"
She nods. "Sorta. Girlfriend said she was saved by a Maj who looked like grown-up Chibi-Usa. You've got her pink hair and buns, and I asked you to help my girlfriend, so I put two and two together." A warm silence stretches between the two of you. "She said you were badass, by the way."
You pat your pink buns; so much for Magical Girls hiding their identity, huh?
"...My girlfriend and I have always wanted to be Magical Girls. If we find this Raising☆Heart thing, we could make it happen."
***
[What do you say about that?][ ] I could show you some real Magical Girl shit if you want. Y'know, after school or something.
[ ] Fill me in on this Raising☆Heart thing. Piron seemed to think your girl had it, or at least knew where it was.
[ ] If you and your girl wanna be magical girls so bad, I can see if my mascot'll vet you.
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