I have learned more about Digimon in the last several posts than I have in the last several years.
Also, go smash that motherfucking Summer button on Ai Senshi in the Summerfest
Super Slam Storyteller Showdown here:
The Summerfest Storytelling Showdown
If you don't
Bancho Lily will break your kneecaps that's not very ally of justice.
Act now and I'll throw in some extra XP, because the Powers What Is said pulling a stunt like that would drive them to drink and I need more drinking buddies.
Anyway, on with the show.
[♡] Magical Girl Name: Bancho Lily
[♡] Special Move: Magical Maiden Masher
***
You see the vision.
The perfect way to cap this fight, and christen your new life as Magical Girl Bancho Lily.
Your trusty bat, as good a backup as fifty men whenever you get into a scrap, will do the honors. It's served you well as a normie, and you'll make sure it serves you well as a Magical Girl.
With a pulse of your Will and a cherry blossom blaze, your bat jumps to giant-size. Light as a feather in your hand, its shadow blots out the pyrefox. The pyrefox bristles, hackles raised, but you see the fear in its coal-black eyes.
You know and it knows this fight's over.
"Magical..." You bring the giga bat down like an executioner's axe, grinning hard enough to make your cheeks hurt.
"Maiden..." The bat makes contact, smashing the pyrefox into the ground hard enough to shift tectonic plates.
"MASHER!" You yell with every ounce of spirit in your body.
The impact crater erupts in pink energy, strong enough to cause an earthquake. The pancake that was a pyrefox burns in your light, its dying embers flutter around you like holographic cherry blossoms. The shockwave catches your jacket, makes it dance behind you like a sukeban Superman.
With a twirl worthy of any rhythmic gymnast or homecoming cheerleader, you rest your (normal-sized) bat on your shoulder and strike an Araki-tier pose; hip cocked, head down, and hat tilted over one eye.
"Who's next?" you ask, challenging the heavens.
"Hopefully nobody, love," Alice says, walking over to you. "I've had enough excitement for one day."
You crouch down in a picture perfect sukeban squat and pat Alice. "Kyoko and Kunio still cool?"
Alice nods, then tenses at your touch. "Erm, the gesture is appreciated, but we aren't close enough for this kind of intimacy."
[What do you do?]
[ ] Back off. Respect her boundaries.
[ ] Keep petting. She knows she likes it.
You look up at the sky, the hellclouds have made way for the common cumulus. The vibrancy of the blue Las Brujas sky makes you blink, your eyes readjusting to normalcy.
The world around you follows suit; no more bleeding garages, no more houses oozing globs of bad trip paint. No property damage too, surprisingly.
You double check that last part.
Alice clears her throat. "What happens in the demense of a Youma or Youkai,
stays in their demense."
"Sick," you say, finally de-transforming. Your legs go pleasantly wobbly at the rush of magical power leaving you. "Phew, I need a fucking cigarette after that~"
Alice gives you a wry look. "Don't expect me to feed any vices that don't result with a vanquished Youma."
"That mean I can get my rocks off fighting as much as I want?"
"Within reason, love. There have been cases of overly-hotblooded girls undergoing Inversion Impulse and turning into bloodthirsty, battle-crazed demons."
You chuckle. "Don't threaten me with a good time."
Alice looks at you with genuine concern. "Please don't."
"I'm fucking with you."
Alice makes an annoyed grunt.
You make a pleased chuffing noise and head over to the non-bleeding garage where Kunio and Kyoko holed up. Sure enough, the two of them are still there, Kyoko barricading Kunio with her teeny tween self.
You pat Kyoko on the head. "At ease, soldier."
She turns to salute you, eyes stony and lips pressed tight.
You laugh and give her headpats until her face softens into a cheerful smile. "Gotta work on your hardboiled face, kid."
She laughs and coos. "Kaaaay!"
"You're good with kids for a violent thug," Kunio says with a hint of snideness.
"Look who's talking, thugboy." You offer him a hand up with the handle of your trusty bat. He takes it, gets up stiffly. "I wish my kid sister was sweet on me like Kyoko is on you."
"Bad relationship?" He asks.
You shake your head. "Nah, they'd take a bullet for me. They'd steal my makeup, wear my clothes, eat my hot chips, and lie about it first, tho."
"Sounds like my cousin," he says. "Except for the makeup part."
You shrug. "I won't judge if you wanna get your Josuke on."
"Four or Eight?"
"Unless you're gonna tell me you've got four balls, Four."
He snorts, shaking his head. "I don't make it a habit to tell girls what I'm packing unless we're going steady."
"You're probably overcompensating with that shiny stick," you say with a teasing look.
"Says the midget with the bat," he teases back.
You playfully poke Kunio with the tip of your bat. "Girl's gotta protect herself. What's your excuse, thugboy?"
"A shady old guy tricked him into buying it!" Kyoko says, still under your headpatting hand. "He said it was strong against Youma and Youkai!"
You give Kunio your best heavy-lidded, shit-eating grin.
He blushes and turns away, giving you a good look at the hand-stitched golden tiger on his gakuran. "...Just need to get my Spirit up is all."
You briefly remove your hand from Kyoko's head to give Kunio a hearty slap on the back. "Try becoming a Magical Girl! I've got spirit for fuckin'
days!"
"I'm a dude," he barks.
"That doesn't mean shit nowadays," you say cheerfully. "If you can fit that macho posturing ass of yours in a tutu, you're set."
You can see him consider it for a split-second, before shrugging you off and gathering Kyoko to him.
Kyoko waves to you. "Bye Bancho Lily! I like your bunny buns!"
You give her a lazy salute back, lounging on your bat. "Be good and keep your LARPing big bro outta trouble."
Kunio chokes, bites back another curse word, and storms off with Kyoko. You can see his ears burning an embarrassed red from here. You hear him mutter "Gonna be late for school, Kyoko," as he hustles her away.
Wait, shit!
School!
"Ah fuck me!" You toss your trusty bat into its bag and make a mad dash for school. One hand clutches the bat bag's strap, the other, your rose-gold smartphone. You swipe and type, using your map app to guide you.
A little parkour and a lot of running later, you make it to your new school. Toren Smith Memorial High, the nicest place that would let someone with your record in.
Wearing the trappings of a Bay-Area university like a cheap suit, the campus stands before you. Lush, slightly unkempt grass sways in the breeze. A winding cobblestone thoroughfare, shaded by two rows of willows, empties into a squat, long building of baked brick and off-white concrete. Outside is quiet, save for the sounds of distant traffic and the rustling of wind through the trees.
You see flickers of movement from the windows; kids walking through the halls and taking their seats. From the looks of it, you're late, but not
too late.
With a flick of your finger, you pull up your student information. Homeroom's room 316, teacher's Ms. Tomoe. Following the school map on your phone, you head inside and up the stairs.
Even with your nose buried in your phone, you can tell this school's got money. Your shoes squeak on checkerboard floors clean enough to eat off of. The place has a polish that says people give a fuck here, from faculty to staff to students.
It's a far cry from the borderline war-zone you cut your teeth in back home.
You find your homeroom before reminiscence takes you. The door is closed and you hear chattering, sounds like class is about to start.
It's the perfect time to make an entrance.
***
[How do you make your new school debut?]
[ ] With a bang. Kick in the door, storm the teacher's podium, let everyone know who you are.
[ ] All cool-like. Slide in silently, grab the Protagonist Seat, and kick your feet up.
[ ] Like an honor student. Tell the teacher you were doing several good deeds and that held you up.