C-List Hero Taisen

[Mortifer]

@NSMS

"Were you at the last seminar?" A boy says to his friend, as you walk past. Given that school ended five minutes ago and he's no in uniform, he probably skipped.

"I had a test." His friend replied. "Why?"

"Dude, you missed it." His friend complained. "This chick rocked up, covered in blood, real bad. Then she went up to the stone, and hey presto, good as new!"

"No shit." His friend exclaimed. "Really?"

"Yeah! I told you, the Church of Living Flame is for real man."

You'd heard about the Church of Living Flame a few days ago on the news. At the time, it was being dismissed as a bunch of crackpot nonsense. But now all the local channels were raving about how it was amazing, and even as the national media started cottoning in and calling cult, people there started seeing things to convince them

It sounded almost like magic-

"That's because it is magic." A voice says. "My apologies, you were thinking too loud, Sugar Starlight."

In front of you, a cute fly thing hovers in front of you.

"The Church of Living Flame is run by a Magical Girl trying to establish a cult under her." The thing said. "Remember how bad I said that could be? I need you to stop it. I need to warn the others first, but I'll tell you more when I know more!"

Before you could say anything, it flew away and disappeared.
​

~~~~~​

@Takoe

There's a letter stuck to your front door, as you come home. One with a cutesy image of an angry shark on the front, and something about it just feels...

Off.

Disturbed, you open it, to see what's inside.

Dear Miss Magical Girl

Sorry about the informal hello! ^_^ I'm looking very forward to meeting with you in person! It's just that there's some bad things that have happened recently, and I wanted to give you a heads up!

So, uh, there's been a bunch of disappearances recently. We've been watching your area on and off, and we've noticed that you've interacted with some of the missing people a little bit before they go missing. We're going to send a representative over to ask you a few questions. If you find anything about these missing people, make sure you have what evidence you can ready for us when we arrive!

Be seeing you : D
​

~~~~~​

@BlackHadou

You heard the scream and came running, but by the time you arrived, it was too late.

On the roof of the building was a girl, a few years younger than you, huddled up against the railing on the corner of the roof, staring towards what was in the middle. In said middle is the remains of some beast, resembling a lizard, that was desperately trying to crawl towards the girl, even as it's blood trailed behind it.

You land on the rooftop in front of the monster, which looks at you for a second, then twists around and starts dragging itself away from you.

"Y-You..." The girl stammered. "Are you like those two girls?"

~~~~~​

@Der Ritter

Autonomous Retribution Soldiers.

You knew that name well, and seeing it so humbly displayed on the entryway was disgusting. It was well hidden, a good distance away from the city, underground, and disguised as some sort of facility testing products for various companies, but once you got far enough in the name was there to helpfully give away what was going on here.

You'd found another one of their bases, and before they could hurt another person, you were going to tear it dow-

There was a flash of light and the sound of cracking thunder, and by the time your eyes regained the ability to see, the entryway before you had melted, with several walls in the holes behind it showing more and more melting, molten steel.

From within the facility, you heard screaming.

~~~~~​

@The Out Of World
@Bahn
@Genon
@TheFanficAddict
@TehChron

Within the hanger the five of you were escorted to, there were five great robots perched, several times your size. Each was connected to many different cords, walkways and other such things, as scientists and engineers wandered around them and observed them.

"Ah, good, you're here." Said and old man none of you recognised. "Beautiful, aren't they?"

He looked past the two humanoid machines with a look of disdain, lingering his gaze on the salamander, jaguar and boar.

"A shame about those that Michy designed, no creativity, but I'm sure those of you stuck with his work will be able to make do."

Turning towards them, he went into a speech.

"It's been a long time since the project started, and finally, five of you are ready. To test these abilities we have wrestled from the universe and put into the control of mankind! Like Prometheus and his fire or Edison with his electricity, we have-"

"Tesla!" A voice called out from the biggest robot. "It was Tesla who discovered electricity!"

"I thought it was Franklin!"

"Silence!" The old man suddenly roared. "It could have been discovered by Danny Devito for all I care, I mentioned Prometheus so this isn't meant to be an accurate lecture!"

"You're ruining your credibili-"

"And you're ruining your paycheck!"

The man he was arguing with fell silent, and the old man turned back to you all.

"My apologies." He sighed. "As I was saying, blah blah blah, supernatural powers! This technology we have grafted is required to control this power I have discovered-"

He glared over at the closest humanoid robot, as if challenging the scientist standing by it, before turning his gaze back to the five of you.

"-And now you are ready to work as one to..."

He trailed off, as an intern ran up and whispered something into his ear.

The old man looked ahead, the joy in his face fading away slowly, and he sighed.

"Who's bright idea..." He began, turning to the intern. "...Was it, to not introduce the candidates?"

The intern stuttered. "W-Well sir, professor Mi-"

The old man raised a finger, and rubbed his foreheard.

"You five." The old man said. "My apologies. Take this time to meet each other. I need to go kill my co-worker."

He stormed off towards the closest giant robot, and the intern stuttered.

"W-Welll..." he began. "I-If you have any question, I c-can answer them to the best of my abilities..."​

 

[TehChron]

A figure stepped forward, crimson and red trenchcoat sweeping backward in the wind generated by his passage. He looked upon the old man who had gathered them, and as soon as he did so the sounds of the hangar were drowned out by a far more fitting noise.

"Ah, good, you're here." Said and old man none of you recognised. "Beautiful, aren't they?"

He looked past the two humanoid machines with a look of disdain, lingering his gaze on the salamander, jaguar and boar.

Click to shrink...

"Hmph. A man fixated upon creatures of the wild. The power of the savage, and the law of the jungle. I suppose I can understand the attraction it holds over you, old man."

"A shame about those that Michy designed, no creativity, but I'm sure those of you stuck with his work will be able to make do."

Click to shrink...

Their eyes widened slightly as they took in the familiar shape, bulging in shock and sudden apprehension.

Michy

Click to shrink...

"Impossible...It must be a coincidence...Such an absurd thing couldn't be possible..." Then he blinked and took stock over his life thus far. The results of this train of thought were obvious, and so the figure once again cursed their own powerlessness.

Turning towards them, he went into a speech.

"It's been a long time since the project started, and finally, five of you are ready. To test these abilities we have wrestled from the universe and put into the control of mankind! Like Prometheus and his fire or Edison with his electricity, we have-"

"Tesla!" A voice called out from the biggest robot. "It was Tesla who discovered electricity!"

"I thought it was Franklin!"

"Silence!" The old man suddenly roared. "It could have been discovered by Danny Devito for all I care, I mentioned Prometheus so this isn't meant to be an accurate lecture!"

"You're ruining your credibili-"

"And you're ruining your paycheck!"

The man he was arguing with fell silent, and the old man turned back to you all.

Click to shrink...

It was a fitting display of power, good enough to take his mind off the haunting revelations he had been forced to consider. But that worry continued still. Simmering beneath the surface.

The man he was arguing with fell silent, and the old man turned back to you all.

"My apologies." He sighed. "As I was saying, blah blah blah, supernatural powers! This technology we have grafted is required to control this power I have discovered-"

He glared over at the closest humanoid robot, as if challenging the scientist standing by it, before turning his gaze back to the five of you.

"-And now you are ready to work as one to..."

He trailed off, as an intern ran up and whispered something into his ear.

The old man looked ahead, the joy in his face fading away slowly, and he sighed.

"Who's bright idea..." He began, turning to the intern. "...Was it, to not introduce the candidates?"

The intern stuttered. "W-Well sir, professor Mi-"

Click to shrink...

Eyes narrowed in a glare, and the comfortable uniform he had worn for so long fluttered again in a nonexistent breeze.

"You five." The old man said. "My apologies. Take this time to meet each other. I need to go kill my co-worker."

Click to shrink...

Kumon Kaito narrowed his eyes in suspicion, and if his concerns held true he found himself envying the old man before them. For that was an opportunity he would have liked for himself on more than one occasion. Moreover, the old man now had his absolute deepest sympathies.

"W-Welll..." he began. "I-If you have any question, I c-can answer them to the best of my abilities..."

Click to shrink...

"Yes. I have no idea who any of you are. And I have no idea how I got here. Explain."

 

[The Out Of World]

A figure stepped forward, crimson and red trenchcoat sweeping backward in the wind generated by his passage. He looked upon the old man who had gathered them, and as soon as he did so the sounds of the hangar were drowned out by a far more fitting noise.


"Hmph. A man fixated upon creatures of the wild. The power of the savage, and the law of the jungle. I suppose I can understand the attraction it holds over you, old man."


Their eyes widened slightly as they took in the familiar shape, bulging in shock and sudden apprehension.


"Impossible...It must be a coincidence...Such an absurd thing couldn't be possible..." Then he blinked and took stock over his life thus far. The results of this train of thought were obvious, and so the figure once again cursed their own powerlessness.


It was a fitting display of power, good enough to take his mind off the haunting revelations he had been forced to consider. But that worry continued still. Simmering beneath the surface.


Eyes narrowed in a glare, and the comfortable uniform he had worn for so long fluttered again in a nonexistent breeze.


Kumon Kaito narrowed his eyes in suspicion, and if his concerns held true he found himself envying the old man before them. For that was an opportunity he would have liked for himself on more than one occasion. Moreover, the old man now had his absolute deepest sympathies.


"Yes. I have no idea who any of you are. And I have no idea how I got here. Explain."

Click to shrink...

"The front door, I would imagine." One of the four remaining youths in the hanger replied. Of the four, he was perhaps the most professionally dressed; a drab grey dress shirt, black tie and slacks and polished shoes that made him look less like a student as one might expect of someone his age and more akin to a white-collar corporate employee. This was a man who dressed for success, not a child with delusions of playing with power. His second most striking features were the lengthy black bangs that hung over his brow, which paled in comparison to the cold intensity of his eyes.

His expression had remained some compromise between disinterest and hungry observation - his attention was clearly fixated on the colossal machines themselves and openly disregarded the inane chatter of the maintenance crew for what truly mattered in this place - for the entirety of the tour, not changing in the slightest in response to his trenchcoated...coworker. The red-and-black teen's reaction was to be expected for part of a group whose members were until this point completely unknown to each other. It seemed as if he may have still been mentally reeling from the organization's recruitment process - they were rather sudden, lacking in subtlety and nuance, after all - but he quickly reined in his shock and moved to assert control of his situation.

Perhaps his new employers were more competent at gathering lab rats for their pet project than he initially surmised. Troublesome.

Hayato Jun, ever an innocent student, twisted his head ever so slightly to size up the rest of the pilot candidates, much in the way a hawk appraises its prospective prey before choosing whether to give chase.

 

[Genon]

@The Out Of World
@Bahn
@Genon
@TheFanficAddict
@TehChron

Within the hanger the five of you were escorted to, there were five great robots perched, several times your size. Each was connected to many different cords, walkways and other such things, as scientists and engineers wandered around them and observed them.

"Ah, good, you're here." Said and old man none of you recognised. "Beautiful, aren't they?"

He looked past the two humanoid machines with a look of disdain, lingering his gaze on the salamander, jaguar and boar.

"A shame about those that Michy designed, no creativity, but I'm sure those of you stuck with his work will be able to make do."

Turning towards them, he went into a speech.

"It's been a long time since the project started, and finally, five of you are ready. To test these abilities we have wrestled from the universe and put into the control of mankind! Like Prometheus and his fire or Edison with his electricity, we have-"

"Tesla!" A voice called out from the biggest robot. "It was Tesla who discovered electricity!"

"I thought it was Franklin!"

"Silence!" The old man suddenly roared. "It could have been discovered by Danny Devito for all I care, I mentioned Prometheus so this isn't meant to be an accurate lecture!"

"You're ruining your credibili-"

"And you're ruining your paycheck!"

The man he was arguing with fell silent, and the old man turned back to you all.

"My apologies." He sighed. "As I was saying, blah blah blah, supernatural powers! This technology we have grafted is required to control this power I have discovered-"

He glared over at the closest humanoid robot, as if challenging the scientist standing by it, before turning his gaze back to the five of you.

"-And now you are ready to work as one to..."

He trailed off, as an intern ran up and whispered something into his ear.

The old man looked ahead, the joy in his face fading away slowly, and he sighed.

"Who's bright idea..." He began, turning to the intern. "...Was it, to not introduce the candidates?"

The intern stuttered. "W-Well sir, professor Mi-"

The old man raised a finger, and rubbed his foreheard.

"You five." The old man said. "My apologies. Take this time to meet each other. I need to go kill my co-worker."

He stormed off towards the closest giant robot, and the intern stuttered.

"W-Welll..." he began. "I-If you have any question, I c-can answer them to the best of my abilities..."​

Click to shrink...

The long-haired girl, wearing relatively casual clothing (a Godzilla T-shirt and an ordinary pair of jeans and sneakers), seemed to be internally cringing at the antics on display. This guy has zero charisma! She thought to herself, He can't even keep his own maintenance crew in line! For fuck's sake, I hope this guy isn't our mission control!

A figure stepped forward, crimson and red trenchcoat sweeping backward in the wind generated by his passage. He looked upon the old man who had gathered them, and as soon as he did so the sounds of the hangar were drowned out by a far more fitting noise.


"Hmph. A man fixated upon creatures of the wild. The power of the savage, and the law of the jungle. I suppose I can understand the attraction it holds over you, old man."


Their eyes widened slightly as they took in the familiar shape, bulging in shock and sudden apprehension.


"Impossible...It must be a coincidence...Such an absurd thing couldn't be possible..." Then he blinked and took stock over his life thus far. The results of this train of thought were obvious, and so the figure once again cursed their own powerlessness.


It was a fitting display of power, good enough to take his mind off the haunting revelations he had been forced to consider. But that worry continued still. Simmering beneath the surface.


Eyes narrowed in a glare, and the comfortable uniform he had worn for so long fluttered again in a nonexistent breeze.


Kumon Kaito narrowed his eyes in suspicion, and if his concerns held true he found himself envying the old man before them. For that was an opportunity he would have liked for himself on more than one occasion. Moreover, the old man now had his absolute deepest sympathies.


"Yes. I have no idea who any of you are. And I have no idea how I got here. Explain."

Click to shrink...

The girl raised an eyebrow at him. "You did sign up for this program, right? I know that on my end, it took weeks of treatments to get my powers and months of training to get used to my abilities. There's no way you could have just forgotten all of that!" Despite the girl's casual dress, utterly incongruent from the flashy red trenchcoat-wearing boy and the other boy in the suit, something about the way she conducted herself suggested someone who was down-to-earth, someone who was rational and at least somewhat professional. Her visible arms were highly toned, implying that she at least had the physical training required for something like this. "By the way," she added, "can you can turn the repetitive music off? It's kind of distracting."

"The front door, I would imagine." One of the four remaining youths in the hanger replied. Of the four, he was perhaps the most professionally dressed; a drab grey dress shirt, black tie and slacks and polished shoes that made him look less like a student as one might expect of someone his age and more akin to a white-collar corporate employee. This was a man who dressed for success, not a child with delusions of playing with power. His second most striking features were the lengthy black bangs that hung over his brow, which paled in comparison to the cold intensity of his eyes.

His expression had remained some compromise between disinterest and hungry observation - his attention was clearly fixated on the colossal machines themselves and openly disregarded the inane chatter of the maintenance crew for what truly mattered in this place - for the entirety of the tour, not changing in the slightest in response to his trenchcoated...coworker. The red-and-black teen's reaction was to be expected for part of a group whose members were until this point completely unknown to each other. It seemed as if he may have still been mentally reeling from the organization's recruitment process - they were rather sudden, lacking in subtlety and nuance, after all - but he quickly reined in his shock and moved to assert control of his situation.

Perhaps his new employers were more competent at gathering lab rats for their pet project than he initially surmised. Troublesome.

Hayato Jun, ever an innocent student, twisted his head ever so slightly to size up the rest of the pilot candidates, much in the way a hawk appraises its prospective prey before choosing whether to give chase.

Click to shrink...

"Well, the old man did have a point. We should probably get to know each other," she said after the suit-wearing boy had finished. "I'll start," she said, turning to the others, "I'm Mei Sasaki. I'm your medic: I can cause rapid regeneration on contact. And apoptosis, but that one's only on contact with bare skin. You all?"

@The Out Of World
@Bahn
@Mortifer
@Lichte
@TheFanficAddict
@TehChron

OOC: Sasaki is Mei's last name. I wrote it the English way, seeing as these Japanese characters are speaking in English. Please do not mock me OOC or IC for having written it like that.

 

[TehChron]

The girl raised an eyebrow at him. "You did sign up for this program, right? I know that on my end, it took weeks of treatments to get my powers and months of training to get used to my abilities. There's no way you could have just forgotten all of that!" Despite the girl's casual dress, utterly incongruent from the flashy red trenchcoat-wearing boy and the other boy in the suit, something about the way she conducted herself suggested someone who was down-to-earth, someone who was rational and at least somewhat professional. Her visible arms were highly toned, implying that she at least had the physical training required for something like this. "By the way," she added, "can you can turn the repetitive music off? It's kind of distracting."

Click to shrink...

"What music?" Kumon Kaito snorted, taking the look of the girl in with a casually dismissive glance, "And I forgot because...I have Alzheimer's. I'm actually a 90 year old woman, so it would appear that this 'power' you speak of gave me the ability to turn into a boy of young adult age." Kaito tilted his chin up at her, daring her to say otherwise.

'Power', huh? I could think of no word which seems less suited to you, woman.

 

[Genon]

"What music?" Kumon Kaito snorted, taking the look of the girl in with a casually dismissive glance, "And I forgot because...I have Alzheimer's. I'm actually a 90 year old woman, so it would appear that this 'power' you speak of gave me the ability to turn into a boy of young adult age." Kaito tilted his chin up at her, daring her to say otherwise.

'Power', huh? I could think of no word which seems less suited to you, woman.

Click to shrink...

The girl's everyday polite demeanor was gone in an instant, replaced by coldness. She had met guys like him before: Jackasses who thought the whole world was their dumping ground.

"Well, since you ignored my request for an introduction and proceeded to be an arrogant smartass, here's the deal: Unlese you shape up and act like a reasonable human being, the next time you take an injury that's not fatal, I won't heal it. You can spend weeks if not months recuperating in the hospital, getting surgery after surgery and potentially having life-altering complications like a messed-up face or permanent blindness, and you'll have to live with it."

Then she smiles acidly. "Or, you can be a decent person and enjoy near-instant regeneration across your entire body. Sound fair?"

 

[The Out Of World]

"What music?" Kumon Kaito snorted, taking the look of the girl in with a casually dismissive glance, "And I forgot because...I have Alzheimer's. I'm actually a 90 year old woman, so it would appear that this 'power' you speak of gave me the ability to turn into a boy of young adult age." Kaito tilted his chin up at her, daring her to say otherwise.

'Power', huh? I could think of no word which seems less suited to you, woman.

Click to shrink...

The girl's everyday polite demeanor was gone in an instant, replaced by coldness. She had met guys like him before: Jackasses who thought the whole world was their dumping ground.

"Well, since you ignored my request for an introduction and proceeded to be an arrogant smartass, here's the deal: Unless you shape up and act like a reasonable human being, the next time you take an injury that's not fatal, I won't heal it. You can spend weeks if not months recuperating in the hospital, getting surgery after surgery and potentially having life-altering complications like a messed-up face or permanent blindness, and you'll have to live with it."

Then she smiles acidly. "Or, you be a decent person and enjoy near-instant regeneration across your entire body. Sound fair?"

Click to shrink...

Hayato raised an eyebrow at the byplay and focused his full attention on Kaito. "You have my sympathies, Miss." Indeed, this woman was a tragic victim of circumstance in an unjust world, plagued by the deterioration of her own brain until she might one day not even muster the cognitive strength for basic day-to-day tasks. He knew firsthand from his own experiences with neurodegenerative illness that this was no laughing matter, especially in a day and age where giant war machines existed and rumors circulated of girls wielding magic roaming the streets - anything, no matter how bizarre, could happen. The suit-clad young man adjusted his tie as he mentally struck down his previous assumption of his employers' supposed tactfulness. The elder woman's competence was clearly the fruit of decades of worldly experience, a lucky find that only barely made up for the hyper-aggressive 'medic' who dropped her ruse of feigned kindness almost immediately once their senior had seen through it.

 

[TheFictionAddict]

@NSMS

"Were you at the last seminar?" A boy says to his friend, as you walk past. Given that school ended five minutes ago and he's no in uniform, he probably skipped.

"I had a test." His friend replied. "Why?"

"Dude, you missed it." His friend complained. "This chick rocked up, covered in blood, real bad. Then she went up to the stone, and hey presto, good as new!"

"No shit." His friend exclaimed. "Really?"

"Yeah! I told you, the Church of Living Flame is for real man."

You'd heard about the Church of Living Flame a few days ago on the news. At the time, it was being dismissed as a bunch of crackpot nonsense. But now all the local channels were raving about how it was amazing, and even as the national media started cottoning in and calling cult, people there started seeing things to convince them

It sounded almost like magic-

"That's because it is magic." A voice says. "My apologies, you were thinking too loud, Sugar Starlight."

In front of you, a cute fly thing hovers in front of you.

"The Church of Living Flame is run by a Magical Girl trying to establish a cult under her." The thing said. "Remember how bad I said that could be? I need you to stop it. I need to warn the others first, but I'll tell you more when I know more!"

Before you could say anything, it flew away and disappeared.
​

~~~~~​

@Takoe

There's a letter stuck to your front door, as you come home. One with a cutesy image of an angry shark on the front, and something about it just feels...

Off.

Disturbed, you open it, to see what's inside.

Dear Miss Magical Girl

Sorry about the informal hello! ^_^ I'm looking very forward to meeting with you in person! It's just that there's some bad things that have happened recently, and I wanted to give you a heads up!

So, uh, there's been a bunch of disappearances recently. We've been watching your area on and off, and we've noticed that you've interacted with some of the missing people a little bit before they go missing. We're going to send a representative over to ask you a few questions. If you find anything about these missing people, make sure you have what evidence you can ready for us when we arrive!

Be seeing you : D
​

~~~~~​

@BlackHadou

You heard the scream and came running, but by the time you arrived, it was too late.

On the roof of the building was a girl, a few years younger than you, huddled up against the railing on the corner of the roof, staring towards what was in the middle. In said middle is the remains of some beast, resembling a lizard, that was desperately trying to crawl towards the girl, even as it's blood trailed behind it.

You land on the rooftop in front of the monster, which looks at you for a second, then twists around and starts dragging itself away from you.

"Y-You..." The girl stammered. "Are you like those two girls?"

~~~~~​

@Der Ritter

Autonomous Retribution Soldiers.

You knew that name well, and seeing it so humbly displayed on the entryway was disgusting. It was well hidden, a good distance away from the city, underground, and disguised as some sort of facility testing products for various companies, but once you got far enough in the name was there to helpfully give away what was going on here.

You'd found another one of their bases, and before they could hurt another person, you were going to tear it dow-

There was a flash of light and the sound of cracking thunder, and by the time your eyes regained the ability to see, the entryway before you had melted, with several walls in the holes behind it showing more and more melting, molten steel.

From within the facility, you heard screaming.

~~~~~​

@The Out Of World
@Bahn
@Genon
@TheFanficAddict
@TehChron

Within the hanger the five of you were escorted to, there were five great robots perched, several times your size. Each was connected to many different cords, walkways and other such things, as scientists and engineers wandered around them and observed them.

"Ah, good, you're here." Said and old man none of you recognised. "Beautiful, aren't they?"

He looked past the two humanoid machines with a look of disdain, lingering his gaze on the salamander, jaguar and boar.

"A shame about those that Michy designed, no creativity, but I'm sure those of you stuck with his work will be able to make do."

Turning towards them, he went into a speech.

"It's been a long time since the project started, and finally, five of you are ready. To test these abilities we have wrestled from the universe and put into the control of mankind! Like Prometheus and his fire or Edison with his electricity, we have-"

"Tesla!" A voice called out from the biggest robot. "It was Tesla who discovered electricity!"

"I thought it was Franklin!"

"Silence!" The old man suddenly roared. "It could have been discovered by Danny Devito for all I care, I mentioned Prometheus so this isn't meant to be an accurate lecture!"

"You're ruining your credibili-"

"And you're ruining your paycheck!"

The man he was arguing with fell silent, and the old man turned back to you all.

"My apologies." He sighed. "As I was saying, blah blah blah, supernatural powers! This technology we have grafted is required to control this power I have discovered-"

He glared over at the closest humanoid robot, as if challenging the scientist standing by it, before turning his gaze back to the five of you.

"-And now you are ready to work as one to..."

He trailed off, as an intern ran up and whispered something into his ear.

The old man looked ahead, the joy in his face fading away slowly, and he sighed.

"Who's bright idea..." He began, turning to the intern. "...Was it, to not introduce the candidates?"

The intern stuttered. "W-Well sir, professor Mi-"

The old man raised a finger, and rubbed his foreheard.

"You five." The old man said. "My apologies. Take this time to meet each other. I need to go kill my co-worker."

He stormed off towards the closest giant robot, and the intern stuttered.

"W-Welll..." he began. "I-If you have any question, I c-can answer them to the best of my abilities..."​

Click to shrink...

Sakurako held back a giggle, coming out as a snort, which made her cheeks blush in embarrassment, looking away.
It was just, he was...funny.


Though she had to stare at the giant robots once more, awe at how big the were.
'Wonder which one is mine..?' She looked at the employee that spoke, a bit surprised as she had been paying more attention to the mechs.
"Uhm..I-"

A figure stepped forward, crimson and red trenchcoat sweeping backward in the wind generated by his passage. He looked upon the old man who had gathered them, and as soon as he did so the sounds of the hangar were drowned out by a far more fitting noise.


"Hmph. A man fixated upon creatures of the wild. The power of the savage, and the law of the jungle. I suppose I can understand the attraction it holds over you, old man."


Their eyes widened slightly as they took in the familiar shape, bulging in shock and sudden apprehension.


"Impossible...It must be a coincidence...Such an absurd thing couldn't be possible..." Then he blinked and took stock over his life thus far. The results of this train of thought were obvious, and so the figure once again cursed their own powerlessness.


It was a fitting display of power, good enough to take his mind off the haunting revelations he had been forced to consider. But that worry continued still. Simmering beneath the surface.


Eyes narrowed in a glare, and the comfortable uniform he had worn for so long fluttered again in a nonexistent breeze.


Kumon Kaito narrowed his eyes in suspicion, and if his concerns held true he found himself envying the old man before them. For that was an opportunity he would have liked for himself on more than one occasion. Moreover, the old man now had his absolute deepest sympathies.


"Yes. I have no idea who any of you are. And I have no idea how I got here. Explain."

Click to shrink...

"The front door, I would imagine." One of the four remaining youths in the hanger replied. Of the four, he was perhaps the most professionally dressed; a drab grey dress shirt, black tie and slacks and polished shoes that made him look less like a student as one might expect of someone his age and more akin to a white-collar corporate employee. This was a man who dressed for success, not a child with delusions of playing with power. His second most striking features were the lengthy black bangs that hung over his brow, which paled in comparison to the cold intensity of his eyes.

His expression had remained some compromise between disinterest and hungry observation - his attention was clearly fixated on the colossal machines themselves and openly disregarded the inane chatter of the maintenance crew for what truly mattered in this place - for the entirety of the tour, not changing in the slightest in response to his trenchcoated...coworker. The red-and-black teen's reaction was to be expected for part of a group whose members were until this point completely unknown to each other. It seemed as if he may have still been mentally reeling from the organization's recruitment process - they were rather sudden, lacking in subtlety and nuance, after all - but he quickly reined in his shock and moved to assert control of his situation.

Perhaps his new employers were more competent at gathering lab rats for their pet project than he initially surmised. Troublesome.

Hayato Jun, ever an innocent student, twisted his head ever so slightly to size up the rest of the pilot candidates, much in the way a hawk appraises its prospective prey before choosing whether to give chase.

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-though she became quiet, flinching a bit at the two men, not really liking their abrasive attitudes, avoiding their gazes.

The long-haired girl, wearing relatively casual clothing (a Godzilla T-shirt and an ordinary pair of jeans and sneakers), seemed to be internally cringing at the antics on display. This guy has zero charisma! She thought to herself, He can't even keep his own maintenance crew in line! For fuck's sake, I hope this guy isn't our mission control!



The girl raised an eyebrow at him. "You did sign up for this program, right? I know that on my end, it took weeks of treatments to get my powers and months of training to get used to my abilities. There's no way you could have just forgotten all of that!" Despite the girl's casual dress, utterly incongruent from the flashy red trenchcoat-wearing boy and the other boy in the suit, something about the way she conducted herself suggested someone who was down-to-earth, someone who was rational and at least somewhat professional. Her visible arms were highly toned, implying that she at least had the physical training required for something like this. "By the way," she added, "can you can turn the repetitive music off? It's kind of distracting."



"Well, the old man did have a point. We should probably get to know each other," she said after the suit-wearing boy had finished. "I'll start," she said, turning to the others, "I'm Mei Sasaki. I'm your medic: I can cause rapid regeneration on contact. And apoptosis, but that one's only on contact with bare skin. You all?"

@The Out Of World
@Bahn
@Mortifer
@Lichte
@TheFanficAddict
@TehChron

OOC: Sasaki is Mei's last name. I wrote it the English way, seeing as these Japanese characters are speaking in English. Please do not mock me OOC or IC for having written it like that.

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"A-ah, I'm..Dan Sakurako.", she bowed in greeting, and slight shame, the fact she had to try and remember what her name was...

She stood up quickly, looking down with deep purple eyes at her simple, plain clothes compared to their suits, and coats and such, a plain lavender cotton shirt and short brown skirt wasn't much.

"What music?" Kumon Kaito snorted, taking the look of the girl in with a casually dismissive glance, "And I forgot because...I have Alzheimer's. I'm actually a 90 year old woman, so it would appear that this 'power' you speak of gave me the ability to turn into a boy of young adult age." Kaito tilted his chin up at her, daring her to say otherwise.

'Power', huh? I could think of no word which seems less suited to you, woman.

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Though she looked back up again, her eyes growing hardening at smidge at his words, fist clenched and shaking slightly at her side.
'Forget. At least you remember most things.'

She felt a pang in her heart.

The girl's everyday polite demeanor was gone in an instant, replaced by coldness. She had met guys like him before: Jackasses who thought the whole world was their dumping ground.

"Well, since you ignored my request for an introduction and proceeded to be an arrogant smartass, here's the deal: Unlese you shape up and act like a reasonable human being, the next time you take an injury that's not fatal, I won't heal it. You can spend weeks if not months recuperating in the hospital, getting surgery after surgery and potentially having life-altering complications like a messed-up face or permanent blindness, and you'll have to live with it."

Then she smiles acidly. "Or, you can be a decent person and enjoy near-instant regeneration across your entire body. Sound fair?"

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Hayato raised an eyebrow at the byplay and focused his full attention on Kaito. "You have my sympathies, Miss." Indeed, this woman was a tragic victim of circumstance in an unjust world, plagued by the deterioration of her own brain until she might one day not even muster the cognitive strength for basic day-to-day tasks. He knew firsthand from his own experiences with neurodegenerative illness that this was no laughing matter, especially in a day and age where giant war machines existed and rumors circulated of girls wielding magic roaming the streets - anything, no matter how bizarre, could happen. The suit-clad young man adjusted his tie as he mentally struck down his previous assumption of his employers' supposed tactfulness. The elder woman's competence was clearly the fruit of decades of worldly experience, a lucky find that only barely made up for the hyper-aggressive 'medic' who dropped her ruse of feigned kindness almost immediately once their senior had seen through it.

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She kept very quiet after that, mostly looking up at the mechs, avoiding her "teammates".

Was she even going to be able to get along with them. Especially attitudes like that?

 

[Bahn]

"You five." The old man said. "My apologies. Take this time to meet each other. I need to go kill my co-worker."

He stormed off towards the closest giant robot, and the intern stuttered.

"W-Welll..." he began. "I-If you have any question, I c-can answer them to the best of my abilities..."

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"Che...what a friggin' shit show." growled the young delinquent dressed in a baggy school uniform as he scratched his bandanna covered head, "You'd think a government run project would have its shit together, but guess I was wrong."

Jinpachi Kuwabara was impatiently chomping at the bits. Yea sure, having a big robot and all was cool, but this whole introductory crap was getting on his nerves. He wanted to start kicking ass eons ago. Which reminded him, he needed to call up his posse to cancel the raid on the 2nd District High School gang for now. Jin wanted in on the action damn it, and no way in hell was his gang going to have all the fun punching in faces without him.

"I'm Mei Sasaki. I'm your medic: I can cause rapid regeneration on contact. And apoptosis, but that one's only on contact with bare skin. You all?"

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"And I forgot because...I have Alzheimer's. I'm actually a 90 year old woman, so it would appear that this 'power' you speak of gave me the ability to turn into a boy of young adult age." Kaito tilted his chin up at her, daring her to say otherwise.

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He was broken out of his musing, by the sniping comments between two of the others there. Dumbasses, he rolled his eyes. If he were them he'd have just gone straight for the punches, screw the verbal jabbing. At least that way, he would have gotten some fun in. Whatever, it wasn't his problem anyways, better to just kick back and enjoy the fireworks as is for now.

"A-ah, I'm..Dan Sakurako.", she bowed in greeting, and slight shame, the fact she had to try and remember what her name was...

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Jin snorted as the apparent wallflower stuttered through her introduction, not even deigning her with a reply. Good god girl, grow a pair or you're gonna get chewed up and spat out he thought to himself.

"Well, since you ignored my request for an introduction and proceeded to be an arrogant smartass, here's the deal: Unlese you shape up and act like a reasonable human being, the next time you take an injury that's not fatal, I won't heal it. You can spend weeks if not months recuperating in the hospital, getting surgery after surgery and potentially having life-altering complications like a messed-up face or permanent blindness, and you'll have to live with it."

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Hah! Now this girl on the other hand had some bite in her. Maybe this wouldn't be such a waste of time after all. The surly delinquent groped through his jacket pocket, fishing out a lighter and a pack of cigs as he leaned against some railing. Cancer stick lit, he took in a deep inhale, before letting it all out in a cloud of smoke. Yea that hit the spot, Jin relaxed.

Hayato Jun, ever an innocent student, twisted his head ever so slightly to size up the rest of the pilot candidates, much in the way a hawk appraises its prospective prey before choosing whether to give chase.

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Only to grunt and glare as he noticed the beady-eyed rich boy looking down his nose at the rest of the group.

"Oi, you got something you wanna say Jeeves?" Jin taunted, flicking some ash off the end of his cig, "Or are you just one of them weirdos that stare at others."

Jin usually wouldn't have been this abrasive, but the other guy's demeanor combined with his attire screamed out rich, entitled douche. The type of person that Jin always loved pounding into the dirt and rifling through their pockets afterwards.

 

[BlackHadou]

@BlackHadou

You heard the scream and came running, but by the time you arrived, it was too late.

On the roof of the building was a girl, a few years younger than you, huddled up against the railing on the corner of the roof, staring towards what was in the middle. In said middle is the remains of some beast, resembling a lizard, that was desperately trying to crawl towards the girl, even as it's blood trailed behind it.

You land on the rooftop in front of the monster, which looks at you for a second, then twists around and starts dragging itself away from you.

"Y-You..." The girl stammered. "Are you like those two girls?"

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"Huh, two girls?" Natsuki blinked, her arm coming up and rubbing the back of her head, without any seeming regard for the half a monster as she slowly began picking the path with the least blood about across the roof. "I came cause I heard a scream, not cause I knew anyone."

She paused briefly, glancing at the half a monster, before shrugging motioning to it lazily.

"Need me to deal with that?"

 

[TehChron]

The girl's everyday polite demeanor was gone in an instant, replaced by coldness. She had met guys like him before: Jackasses who thought the whole world was their dumping ground.

"Well, since you ignored my request for an introduction and proceeded to be an arrogant smartass, here's the deal: Unlese you shape up and act like a reasonable human being, the next time you take an injury that's not fatal, I won't heal it. You can spend weeks if not months recuperating in the hospital, getting surgery after surgery and potentially having life-altering complications like a messed-up face or permanent blindness, and you'll have to live with it."

Then she smiles acidly. "Or, you can be a decent person and enjoy near-instant regeneration across your entire body. Sound fair?"

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"Did your parents never teach you proper respect for your elders, child?" Kaito replied, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he retrieved a deck of playing cards from within his coat's depths, "I am no stranger to hospitals." Memories of screams, leaves, and agony filled his mind, "And back in my day we respected those who practiced the healing arts. Not looked down upon those who spent their lives training for a profession to assist others. So you were walked through a few weeks to learn how to cheat." He shrugged, "Yet those men and women who worked to be able to staff those same hospitals had the resolve to gamble their entire lives on the path they chose to walk." People standing bravely against hordes of monsters that were once patients. Refusing to give ground even in the face of the unknown, as their world fell apart around them.

"To leave my life in the hands of people with that kind of strength, I can think of no better hands!" And with that, Kumon Kaito levels a finger dramatically at the girl before him, "Unlike those of someone as weak as you, who relies on threats and withheld favor! You who is gifted with a slight advantage, and rather than use it to become strong, chooses to prey upon and disparage those who have risen above you!" Tilting his chin towards the girl defiantly, he turns his back on her in dismissal.

"Come at me if you have guts! Do not rely on your petty, childish threats and expect to defeat those who are truly strong!"

"A-ah, I'm..Dan Sakurako.", she bowed in greeting, and slight shame, the fact she had to try and remember what her name was...

She stood up quickly, looking down with deep purple eyes at her simple, plain clothes compared to their suits, and coats and such, a plain lavender cotton shirt and short brown skirt wasn't much.

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Though she looked back up again, her eyes growing hardening at smidge at his words, fist clenched and shaking slightly at her side.
'Forget. At least you remember most things.'

She felt a pang in her heart.

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Kaito glances her way as Dan Sakurako introduces herself from the corner of his eye. He nods slightly, acknowledging the greeting.

Hayato raised an eyebrow at the byplay and focused his full attention on Kaito. "You have my sympathies, Miss." Indeed, this woman was a tragic victim of circumstance in an unjust world, plagued by the deterioration of her own brain until she might one day not even muster the cognitive strength for basic day-to-day tasks. He knew firsthand from his own experiences with neurodegenerative illness that this was no laughing matter, especially in a day and age where giant war machines existed and rumors circulated of girls wielding magic roaming the streets - anything, no matter how bizarre, could happen. The suit-clad young man adjusted his tie as he mentally struck down his previous assumption of his employers' supposed tactfulness. The elder woman's competence was clearly the fruit of decades of worldly experience, a lucky find that only barely made up for the hyper-aggressive 'medic' who dropped her ruse of feigned kindness almost immediately once their senior had seen through it.

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"The thought is welcome, young man." He replies, turning towards Hayato fully, "But for those who lose their past, I've found that the best thing to do is focus on the future."

"Che...what a friggin' shit show." growled the young delinquent dressed in a baggy school uniform as he scratched his bandanna covered head, "You'd think a government run project would have its shit together, but guess I was wrong."

Jinpachi Kuwabara was impatiently chomping at the bits. Yea sure, having a big robot and all was cool, but this whole introductory crap was getting on his nerves. He wanted to start kicking ass eons ago. Which reminded him, he needed to call up his posse to cancel the raid on the 2nd District High School gang for now. Jin wanted in on the action damn it, and no way in hell was his gang going to have all the fun punching in faces without him.



He was broken out of his musing, by the sniping comments between two of the others there. Dumbasses, he rolled his eyes. If he were them he'd have just gone straight for the punches, screw the verbal jabbing. At least that way, he would have gotten some fun in. Whatever, it wasn't his problem anyways, better to just kick back and enjoy the fireworks as is for now.


Jin snorted as the apparent wallflower stuttered through her introduction, not even deigning her with a reply. Good god girl, grow a pair or you're gonna get chewed up and spat out he thought to himself.


Hah! Now this girl on the other hand had some bite in her. Maybe this wouldn't be such a waste of time after all. The surly delinquent groped through his jacket pocket, fishing out a lighter and a pack of cigs as he leaned against some railing. Cancer stick lit, he took in a deep inhale, before letting it all out in a cloud of smoke. Yea that hit the spot, Jin relaxed.


Only to grunt and glare as he noticed the beady-eyed rich boy looking down his nose at the rest of the group.

"Oi, you got something you wanna say Jeeves?" Jin taunted, flicking some ash off the end of his cig, "Or are you just one of them weirdos that stare at others."

Jin usually wouldn't have been this abrasive, but the other guy's demeanor combined with his attire screamed out rich, entitled douche. The type of person that Jin always loved pounding into the dirt and rifling through their pockets afterwards.

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Kaito glanced towards the overly aggressive Haise clone, then back towards Hayato. He had a feeling that the man in the suit could handle his own business, so he merely sent a cold smirk towards Jin before turning his back on the delinquent as well.

 

[NSMS]

@NSMS

"Were you at the last seminar?" A boy says to his friend, as you walk past. Given that school ended five minutes ago and he's no in uniform, he probably skipped.

"I had a test." His friend replied. "Why?"

"Dude, you missed it." His friend complained. "This chick rocked up, covered in blood, real bad. Then she went up to the stone, and hey presto, good as new!"

"No shit." His friend exclaimed. "Really?"

"Yeah! I told you, the Church of Living Flame is for real man."

You'd heard about the Church of Living Flame a few days ago on the news. At the time, it was being dismissed as a bunch of crackpot nonsense. But now all the local channels were raving about how it was amazing, and even as the national media started cottoning in and calling cult, people there started seeing things to convince them

It sounded almost like magic-

"That's because it is magic." A voice says. "My apologies, you were thinking too loud, Sugar Starlight."

In front of you, a cute fly thing hovers in front of you.

"The Church of Living Flame is run by a Magical Girl trying to establish a cult under her." The thing said. "Remember how bad I said that could be? I need you to stop it. I need to warn the others first, but I'll tell you more when I know more!"

Before you could say anything, it flew away and disappeared.​

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"Huh." Hoshiko said blankly, nonplussed by the sudden appearance and disappearance of the fly thing.

"Huh." She repeated again a moment later, before wrinkling her brow in concentration. "Do... I know that fly?"

As she had no idea who her original contractor was Hoshiko was used to being approached by other magical girls or contractors at semi-random, but there were a few who contacted her more regularly than others. This wasn't one of the normal ones, but that didn't mean she hadn't ever seen him before.

"Do I know that guy?" She mumbling under her breath, before she blinked and let out a giggle. "Do I know that fly? That guy? That fly-guy? That guy-fly? Flllly-guy, guuuuuy-fly?"

She twirled as she sung her nonsense rhyme, digging around in her pocket as she spun on the spot. A few moments of singing, searching and spinning later she pulled out a bar of chocolate, and then in a single motion shoved it into her mouth- biting through the wrapper in the process- and jerked to a halt.

"Sho, shchurch 'f shlivin' flam'." She said to herself through a mouthful of chocolate, before opening her mouth wide and reaching in with her free hand to withdraw a chocolate-y, saliva-ey, and thoroughly chewed piece of chocolate bar wrapper. Tossing it away, Hoshiko swallowed her mouthful of chocolate before continuing to talk to herself, "And I've got to go and look at it or something because... did I ever know that? Did anyone ever tell me? The fly thinks so."

Shrugging, she took another bite of chocolate- this time without the wrapper- and decided it wasn't worth thinking about. Either she'd remember or she wouldn't, but for now? She had a church to search.

'Heh, a church to search~' Hoshiko thought, giggling to herself as she wandered off to find a good, out-of-the-way spot to transform.
​

 

[Genon]

"Did your parents never teach you proper respect for your elders, child?" Kaito replied, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he retrieved a deck of playing cards from within his coat's depths, "I am no stranger to hospitals." Memories of screams, leaves, and agony filled his mind, "And back in my day we respected those who practiced the healing arts. Not looked down upon those who spent their lives training for a profession to assist others. So you were walked through a few weeks to learn how to cheat." He shrugged, "Yet those men and women who worked to be able to staff those same hospitals had the resolve to gamble their entire lives on the path they chose to walk." People standing bravely against hordes of monsters that were once patients. Refusing to give ground even in the face of the unknown, as their world fell apart around them.

"To leave my life in the hands of people with that kind of strength, I can think of no better hands!" And with that, Kumon Kaito levels a finger dramatically at the girl before him, "Unlike those of someone as weak as you, who relies on threats and withheld favor! You who is gifted with a slight advantage, and rather than use it to become strong, chooses to prey upon and disparage those who have risen above you!" Tilting his chin towards the girl defiantly, he turns his back on her in dismissal.

"Come at me if you have guts! Do not rely on your petty, childish threats and expect to defeat those who are truly strong!"

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"First of all," Mei says, crossing her arms, "I have plenty of medical training. I was planning on becoming a combat medic in the JSDF before the Super Sentai program came along. The only reason I didn't end up joining the military is because that would have required me to wait an additional year. In order to actually use my powers without killing the person I'm trying to heal, I had to have a detailed knowledge of human anatomy and have a picture-perfect idea of what I want to do. That was the 'months' of training: Brutal, med-school level education to get me up to par with a doctor. And on top of that, I've read hundreds of books and journals on the subject, since I was a little girl. Second of all, I don't believe for a second that you're actually a senior citizen. They only take people who are teenagers to begin with, as bizarre as it is, and making you into a teenager doesn't count. Either they radically changed the requirements for entry while I wasn't looking or you were lying to get a rise out of me. Which do you think is more likely? Third of all, I'm not fighting you. I'd rather not start a fight in front of the entire maintenance crew."

Then she sighed, dropping her arms, "All of that said, threatening you was a lousy thing to do. I overreacted. I apologize."

"Now, what's your name?" She was trying to extend an olive branch. If this 'old woman' tried to slap that away, she would respond in kind.

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[TehChron]

"Now, what's your name?" She was trying to extend an olive branch. If this 'old woman' tried to slap that away, she would respond in kind.

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Kaito shuffles the deck of cards in his hands absent mindedly, taking the time to tap his forehead with an index finger as his only acknowledgement of her words.

 

[Genon]

Kaito shuffles the deck of cards in his hands absent mindedly, taking the time to tap his forehead with an index finger as his only acknowledgement of her words.

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"Alright," she says, "If you really have Alzheimer's, I can regenerate your lost brain tissue. I won't be able to restore memories or skills, but I can restore brain functionality. Give me a moment." Mei presses a button on her watch, and after a flash of light, assumes her transformed state: A pure-white, knight-like costume over a black bodysuit, reminiscent of Lancelot or another Knight of the Round Table. She marched over to him and put a hand on his forehead. She closes her eyes and calls upon her power to examine the brain structure and determine what needs to be fixed, if any. If there's any damage, she'll fix it.

 

[TehChron]

"Alright," she says, "If you really have Alzheimer's, I can regenerate your lost brain tissue. I won't be able to restore memories or skills, but I can restore brain functionality. Give me a moment." Mei presses a button on her watch, and after a flash of light, assumes her transformed state: A pure-white, knight-like costume over a black bodysuit, reminiscent of Lancelot or another Knight of the Round Table. She marched over to him and put a hand on his forehead. She closes her eyes and calls upon her power to examine the brain structure and determine what needs to be fixed, if any. If there's any damage, she'll fix it.

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Kaito casually leans away from touch with a dancer's grace, the bunched deck of cards swatting the gloved hand with contemptuous ease.

"Bastard..." Kaito growled menacingly, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TRYING TO DO TO MY BRAIN?!"

 

[Genon]

Kaito casually leans away from touch with a dancer's grace, the bunched deck of cards swatting the gloved hand with contemptuous ease.

"Bastard..." Kaito growled menacingly, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TRYING TO DO TO MY BRAIN?!"

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She blinked under her outfit, visibly confused. "You said you had Alzheimer's. I'm trying to fix your problem. And see if you have it." She then untransformed. "I'm sorry again. I should have asked."

 

[TehChron]

She blinked under her outfit, visibly confused. "You said you had Alzheimer's. I'm trying to fix your problem. And see if you have it." She then untransformed. "I'm sorry again. I should have asked."

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Kaito glared at her.

"A weakling. Through and through."

This time, he did not leave his back to her. To leave himself vulnerable to a snake in the grass a second time would be his own fault.

 

[Genon]

Kaito glared at her.

"A weakling. Through and through."

This time, he did not leave his back to her. To leave himself vulnerable to a snake in the grass a second time would be his own faultm

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"Are you sure you don't want your problem cured? It'll kill you if left untreated. It would only take a second for me to fix it."

 

[TehChron]

"Are you sure you don't want your problem cured? It might kill you if left untreated."

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Kaito's eyes narrow further into a glare, "...I don't expect the likes of you to understand."

 

[Genon]

Kaito's eyes narrow further into a glare"...I don't expect the likes of you to understand."

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She shrugs. "Suit yourself then. The offer's still open, if you want to take it."

"Now, you said you had no idea how you got here, right? This is the Super Sentai program. Basically, some sort of government super-soldier project to deal with threats the military or police can't handle. Like an alien invasion or giant mutated plants smashing up Tokyo. For some odd reason, they only take teenagers. I have no idea why. And frankly," she says, looking in the maintenance crew's direction, "I'm beginning to doubt the program's quality."

 

[The Out Of World]

Only to grunt and glare as he noticed the beady-eyed rich boy looking down his nose at the rest of the group.

"Oi, you got something you wanna say Jeeves?" Jin taunted, flicking some ash off the end of his cig, "Or are you just one of them weirdos that stare at others."

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"..." Hayato proved himself to be the second kind as he continued to stare at Jinpachi. He recognized his sort from fellow students who commonly joined his afterschool club in the past. They tended to have a rebellious streak as teenagers did, which often came hand in hand with a lack of willingness to commit to the club's projects and a tendency to drop out. His hands still in his pockets, he rubbed his fingernails together unseen on reflex.

Still, there was little to be gained from egging on someone who wore a Type A personality on their sleeve. Hayato moved his gaze away from his teammate and onto the next-

"A-ah, I'm..Dan Sakurako.", she bowed in greeting, and slight shame, the fact she had to try and remember what her name was...

She stood up quickly, looking down with deep purple eyes at her simple, plain clothes compared to their suits, and coats and such, a plain lavender cotton shirt and short brown skirt wasn't much.

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-and was found wanting. Poor vocation, avoiding eye contact, possible social anxiety. The clenching of her fist belied an undercurrent of suppressed aggression; thankfully this one had more control over her emotional impulses than the flesh-rotter or the delinquent. High bars indeed. However, he was more intrigued by how his employers could have possibly pegged someone as apparently anxious as her as combat pilot material.

 

[Mortifer]

"Huh." Hoshiko said blankly, nonplussed by the sudden appearance and disappearance of the fly thing.

"Huh." She repeated again a moment later, before wrinkling her brow in concentration. "Do... I know that fly?"

As she had no idea who her original contractor was Hoshiko was used to being approached by other magical girls or contractors at semi-random, but there were a few who contacted her more regularly than others. This wasn't one of the normal ones, but that didn't mean she hadn't ever seen him before.

"Do I know that guy?" She mumbling under her breath, before she blinked and let out a giggle. "Do I know that fly? That guy? That fly-guy? That guy-fly? Flllly-guy, guuuuuy-fly?"

She twirled as she sung her nonsense rhyme, digging around in her pocket as she spun on the spot. A few moments of singing, searching and spinning later she pulled out a bar of chocolate, and then in a single motion shoved it into her mouth- biting through the wrapper in the process- and jerked to a halt.

"Sho, shchurch 'f shlivin' flam'." She said to herself through a mouthful of chocolate, before opening her mouth wide and reaching in with her free hand to withdraw a chocolate-y, saliva-ey, and thoroughly chewed piece of chocolate bar wrapper. Tossing it away, Hoshiko swallowed her mouthful of chocolate before continuing to talk to herself, "And I've got to go and look at it or something because... did I ever know that? Did anyone ever tell me? The fly thinks so."

Shrugging, she took another bite of chocolate- this time without the wrapper- and decided it wasn't worth thinking about. Either she'd remember or she wouldn't, but for now? She had a church to search.

'Heh, a church to search~' Hoshiko thought, giggling to herself as she wandered off to find a good, out-of-the-way spot to transform.
​

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You find a building that has been bought out by the Church of the Living Flame quickly enough, finding the way thanks to billboard giving directions and a large sign showing that this was indeed the Church of the Living Flame. The sign included a cutesy fireball with eyes.

As you look over the area, you notice a girl standing in the alleyway across the road from the building, looking at it suspiciously.

"Huh, two girls?" Natsuki blinked, her arm coming up and rubbing the back of her head, without any seeming regard for the half a monster as she slowly began picking the path with the least blood about across the roof. "I came cause I heard a scream, not cause I knew anyone."

She paused briefly, glancing at the half a monster, before shrugging motioning to it lazily.

"Need me to deal with that?"

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The girl looks at you for a moment before nodding.

"Y-Yes? I guess?"

The lizard monster, listening to this, puts a hand to it's face, rips out it's eye, and throws it off the rooftop. It bounces off another roof, before rolling off.

"Yes. I have no idea who any of you are. And I have no idea how I got here. Explain."

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The intern cleared his throat. "Well, I-"

"The front door, I would imagine." One of the four remaining youths in the hanger replied.

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The girl's everyday polite demeanor was gone in an instant, replaced by coldness. She had met guys like him before: Jackasses who thought the whole world was their dumping ground.

"Well, since you ignored my request for an introduction and proceeded to be an arrogant smartass, here's the deal: Unlese you shape up and act like a reasonable human being, the next time you take an injury that's not fatal, I won't heal it. You can spend weeks if not months recuperating in the hospital, getting surgery after surgery and potentially having life-altering complications like a messed-up face or permanent blindness, and you'll have to live with it."

Then she smiles acidly. "Or, you can be a decent person and enjoy near-instant regeneration across your entire body. Sound fair?"

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The intern paled. "As I was sayi-"

"Oi, you got something you wanna say Jeeves?" Jin taunted, flicking some ash off the end of his cig, "Or are you just one of them weirdos that stare at others."

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"I... Please don'-"

Kaito casually leans away from touch with a dancer's grace, the bunched deck of cards swatting the gloved hand with contemptuous ease.

"Bastard..." Kaito growled menacingly, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TRYING TO DO TO MY BRAIN?!"

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The intern slumped over, defeated. "I should have just joined a gang..."

 

[TheFictionAddict]

You find a building that has been bought out by the Church of the Living Flame quickly enough, finding the way thanks to billboard giving directions and a large sign showing that this was indeed the Church of the Living Flame. The sign included a cutesy fireball with eyes.

As you look over the area, you notice a girl standing in the alleyway across the road from the building, looking at it suspiciously.



The girl looks at you for a moment before nodding.

"Y-Yes? I guess?"

The lizard monster, listening to this, puts a hand to it's face, rips out it's eye, and throws it off the rooftop. It bounces off another roof, before rolling off.



The intern cleared his throat. "Well, I-"




The intern paled. "As I was sayi-"



"I... Please don'-"



The intern slumped over, defeated. "I should have just joined a gang..."

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Sakurako looked at the intern, concern on her features.
"Uhm, are you alright...?", she asks him, while stepping forward slightly.

 

[Takoe]

There's a letter stuck to your front door, as you come home. One with a cutesy image of an angry shark on the front, and something about it just feels...

Off.

Disturbed, you open it, to see what's inside.

Dear Miss Magical Girl

Sorry about the informal hello! ^_^ I'm looking very forward to meeting with you in person! It's just that there's some bad things that have happened recently, and I wanted to give you a heads up!

So, uh, there's been a bunch of disappearances recently. We've been watching your area on and off, and we've noticed that you've interacted with some of the missing people a little bit before they go missing. We're going to send a representative over to ask you a few questions. If you find anything about these missing people, make sure you have what evidence you can ready for us when we arrive!

Be seeing you : D

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Mitsuki frowned, the radiant smile she was known for disappearing in an instant. Mitsuki didn't like this. Mitsuki didn't like this at all. What absolute madman leaves a threatening note of inquisitorial nature taped to a front door and writes it with smileys? The people who were breathing down her neck didn't even have the courtesy to have a proper sense of style!
And if they've been watching her neighborhood then they could even know her big secret! What if they would go ahead and expose her as a magical girl to the world?! She wasn't ready for that in the slightest!
And if they've been watching her neighborhood then was this about her nightly outings? Using her suddenly gained powers for good in the dead of night as a... magical girl? Was that the word for what she was? Was there a problem with that? Some sort of law she wasn't aware of?

Looking confused to either side of the unassuming suburban street, Mitsuki scanned for some trace of the culprit but came up empty handed. No real surprise there. Nobody but a complete and utter amateur would stick around to watch their target find their message. That wasn't what she was dealing with here. The anxiety that letter, that seal, gave her spoke volumes.

It gave her headaches. She hated the headaches. Hated the fog creeping up on her from all sides, covering all she knew and making it alien. Hated feeling like a mouse trapped in a snake pit. She hated the hated ha-

"Ah! What if they broke in?!" Mitsuki exclaimed, suddenly realizing the implications of the note on her house being that there had physically been hostile people near her house! Without a second thought she began fumbling with her keys and stormed inside. A quirk search confirmed that things had been untouched, however, making Mitsuki sigh in relief. People entering her apartment when it was such a mess would have been a disaster. In the hall alone she counted 341 specks of dust on the floor. If a guest were here to see that she would positively die of embarrassment.

Oh, and then there were the garage and basement. She really hadn't cleaned those yet. When those people came again and stepped in there the red would never come off.
Mitsuki didn't like this situation. Mitsuki didn't like this situation at all. Mitsuki did nothing wrong. Mitsuki was in the right. Mitsuki always has been! The pbleading waaaaaaasss-

Phone call. Need to call the Chancellor. The Chancellor will give her advice. Make the headache go away and and and and

As she walked down the stairs to the basement with a bucket full of cleaning supplies, Mitsuki's fingers moved over her phone's dial screen faster than any speed dial could have accomplished. Holding the phone to her head as she moved the useless sack of foodstuffs off the chair and into a corner, she waited with bated breath for the other side to pick up.