- Location
- New York
[X] Imagine a big thick shield to absorb all the bullets and give you some breathing room.
Fate/Hollow Liner Prisma Alfons
- Thread starter ZerbanDaGreat
- Start date
LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
[X] Imagine a big cluster of littler blasts to carpet-bomb the courtyard.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
Yeah but that's Marisa and the magicannon attacks should be saved for a finishing move.
Also if we do use them it should be something like this
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
Naturally we save that for the Berserker fight.
Olive
Silent Princess
Senior Student is falling behind in his training I see.
[X] Imagine a big cluster of littler blasts to carpet-bomb the courtyard.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
Of course he has. This Alfons has grown up with both Yuko and a maid.
He has never had to open a bottle of soda on his own. The one training method for young humanoids has been denied him, you cannot possibly expect him to keep up his arm strength!
TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It's too late Rin. You're already on the watchlist, along with everyone who's ever seen Madoka. Chris Hanson is coming, why don't you please have a seat.
[X] Imagine a big cluster of littler blasts to carpet-bomb the courtyard.
'Cause fuck you @Wade Garrett, I want Elizabeth to look boss. Also Alfons is just starting out, it's appropriate that he's a bit of a fuckup!
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
Ah, but what would be most boss?
A: Elizabeth shooting hundreds of exploding bullets out of the sky?
or
B: Elizabeth leaping back, landing on the bow of the Golden Hind and sailing straight through Alfons' forcefield?
Devil May Cry's gunslinger mode?
- Location
- Italy
[X] Imagine a big cluster of littler blasts to carpet-bomb the courtyard.
But as long as any of these options won't lock our choices in the future, I'm honestly fine with all three of them.
But as long as any of these options won't lock our choices in the future, I'm honestly fine with all three of them.
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
-
[X] Imagine a big energy slash.
Sword light is stronger than gun light.
Sword light is stronger than gun light.
- Location
- Ninja Island
[X] Imagine a big cluster of littler blasts to carpet-bomb the courtyard.
RexHeller
Title Incoming. Please Hold.
- Location
- Somewhere else.
Why... Why am I still doing this? I've been throwing gems and money at Zerban for over a week now. I'm so tired...
Oh? What's this, an update? OH THANK GOD I CAN STOP! ... Unless you want me to keep going?
[ ] Imagine a big energy slash.
We are not a petite blonde thus we don't get Saber!wank thus our sword beams will suck. Next!
[ ] Imagine a big impressive budget-sucking magic-cannon.
You know what happens when you blow the budget on huge lasers to early in the show? You run out of ink and your series finale is just a bunch of symbolic bullshit and then everyone applauds for some reason.
[ ] Imagine a big cluster of littler blasts to carpet-bomb the courtyard.
Hah, no. This never works.
[x] Imagine a big thick shield to absorb all the bullets and give you some breathing room.
Fuck yeah, Shielding is a family tradition!
Chapter Three: Noscoped
ZerbanDaGreat
Daemon Noble of D E M O G R A P H I C S
- Pronouns
- They/them
You know what to do! If you fire a big blast or slash or whatever, Rider will just dodge it! And a shield won't really solve the problem so much as drag things out. So you throw yourself away from the hail of bullets, rolling clumsily and scrabbling to your feet as you land, and throw out Ruby.
"Kaleid Magi Scattershot!" you shout.
"Great job on naming it!" Ruby compliments you.
The magic wand leaps in your hand, a glowing globe of light growing from the tip. Swelling like a soap bubble, fit to burst. And then it does. It shatters into a hundred other orbs, tennis-ball sized at most, and scatter like buckshot. You cover your eyes with your free arm and gesticulate in Rider's direction, holding down the trigger as it were. You peek through your fingers - you sure are giving the courtyard a right walloping!
You finally decide that you've shot the place up for long enough and pause. Thick, dark smoke cloaks the battlefield. You watch, waiting, hoping that the sinking feeling in your gut is wrong. It's not. The smoke clears to find Rider standing exactly where she was before you started shooting. Indeed it appears that you've managed to shoot literally every patch of gravel except the one she's standing on. You blush scarlet with embarrassment.
"Great effort for a first-timer!" Ruby says enthusiastically.
"TRY AIMING!" Rin shouts from the bushes.
"Okay okay uh-" your eyes dart over to Rider "-tighten spread, go!"
You swing Ruby again. A trio of white orbs orbit around the tip of the wand, spinning faster and faster as you hurl them like casting fishing line. The orbs spin so fast that they become a shimmering, expanding, whirling ring of light. Figuratively and literally. Rider glances left and right. Too quick and too big to dodge. She leaps forward and dives right through the ring, her coattails barely singed.
With a somewhat embarrassing wail of displeasure you skitter backwards, waggling Ruby like a Wiimote. The general vicinity of Rider is once more carpet-bombed, blinding you with a smokescreen. This time you're going to be ready for it. You stop backing up, steadfastly refusing to look over at Rin. You can pester her for validation later. Right now you have to think up a big, meaty attack. A finishing move. Something like... flinging a star above Rider's head that'll burst and rain down magic flechettes! That'll be AoE and effective!
"Perhaps you should stick to simpler spells while you're still a beginner?" Ruby suggests.
"Shush, I am the magical boy!" You gather the requisite ball of magical energy at Ruby's tip and wait for your time to strike. Watching the smoke as it begins to clear, exposing a humanoid silhouette. Yes, now! You draw back your arm and swing like a tennis serve, casting the star of power high wait what's she standing on?
The orb loses force, arcs down, and splashes across the courtyard with a sad little splish. Your arms go slack as you stare. Rider is now several feet above you. Standing on the prow of a ship that is slowly emerging from a golden portal, briny water gushing around its flanks. So little of the ship is through that you can scarcely guess at its dimensions, but you feel it a safe assumption to call it big. Taking in more details from the old-timey warship bearing down on you quickly drops to the bottom of your list of priorities as the bowchasers slowly revolve to set their sites squarely on you. You stare down the twin black barrels, like the ship's empty pits for eyes. You gulp loudly.
"Setting physical barriers to maximum but maybe don't get hit by the cannonballs in the first place!" Ruby exclaims, voice rapidly rising in pitch as you see the fuses catch light.
"U-uh," you stammer, breaking out in a cold sweat. "M-magic... super, uh... sh-shield..."
"Watch and learn, losers, I'm only doing this once!"
You're about to ask the newcomer voice what he means. Then you feel a boot on your head and buckle at the knees, nearly collapsing before you get your balance back. A shape sails over the top of you, lifted high into the air thanks to the stepping-stone of your skull. You only get a vague impression of him in the faint light of the moon, bent sideways in the air like he's clearing a high bar, a bent longbow in hand. He lets fly, and a pair of arrows zip through the air at Rider. She turns in profile, the arrows landing harmlessly on the deck either side of her.
They glow green, and burst. Their magic seeps into the deck, and the floorboards come alive. Crawling green creepers and vines thick as boa constrictors grow explosively, twisting and twining around Rider before she could possibly get away. Trussing her up from head to toe, leaving her uselessly struggling and grunting with effort. The newcomer spins in mid-air once more, drawing something with a melodic shing and a silver gleam. He nocks something larger than an arrow and lets fly for the final time, upside-down.
A longsword drives itself point-first through Rider's forehead almost to the hilt. She freezes, staring up sightlessly, jaw slack with shock. Twitching as whatever dark magic animated her clings to her. She burns up, scorching from the inside out with the same black flames that spawned her. The ship she was calling collapses with her, set ablaze, burning to cinders. Soon not even embers remain, the sword that slew her clattering to the ground. The newcomer lands on his feet straight as an arrow, arms up in a V-shape like a triumphant gymnast.
"Whoo did you see that!?" he whoops. "Three-sixty backflip headshot with a sword! Am I awesome or am I fucking awesome!?"
He saunters over to the remnants of Rider, where the Class Card re-materializes now that its 'guardian' has been defeated. He snatches it up with two fingers and a thumb, twirling around and fanning his face with it. He's biting his lip and smirking at the same time. It's... a first impression to be sure. His magical boy outfit is similar to yours in some ways, but overall has a completely different feel to it. The underlayer is nothing but cutting-edge body armour, bordering in the futuristic. Glossy black plates like a plastic exoskeleton, armouring him from neck to toe. Covered in belts that you're not sure have any purpose to a magical boy. An indigo leather longcoat is draped over the top of it, the tails barely half an inch from the ground. An opaque black visor, like obsidian or high-gloss plastic, covers his eyes and forehead, the 'beak' extending down to cover his nose. It splits before your eyes, retracting to sit above his ears like glasses arms. His eyes are as navy blue as his curly hair, glinting with mean-spirited mirth.
"Thanks for the Class Card, shitlords. I'll be sure to keep it nice and cosy with all the others." He sweeps one side of his coat back like a cowboy flashing his six-shooter, revealing a card holster strapped to his thigh. He slots the Rider card in smoothly. "... oh and Sapphire you can un-Include or whatever."
He flourishes the bow in his hand, and with a flash of light it turns into a magical boy wand just like Ruby. The main difference being a predominantly blue colour palette, a six-pointed star, and butterfly wings. It remains silent, far cry from Ruby. You almost wish you could swap.
"Wha- bu- excuse me!" Rin bursts out from behind her bunker bush and sprints over to your side, shaking her fist wildly. "But it was my protégé that initiated this fight and did all the hard work while all you did was show up to steal the kill and showboat!"
"I sure did!" he admits readily. "I mean yeah I could've hung back some more and waited but I didn't want to die of old age before we got a move on so, y'know."
"The impudence!" A vein on Rin's forehead pulses. "This must be the work of an enemy Finn. But where's the puppetmaster!?"
"OOOOOO~HOHOHOHO!"
You turn. Another woman of Rin's age pops out from behind the bathroom blocks, daintily covering her mouth as she chortles up a storm. She's dressed all in blue in contrast to Rin (it seems she understands colour theory), her golden hair done up in pretty impressively huge drill-curls. She wears a much longer skirt than Rin, right down to her white-booted ankles. She opens her golden-amber eyes and stares Rin down.
"Running and hiding while your pet does all the work for you, eh peasant?" she asks mockingly. "Such a display is so shameful I can barely stomach looking at it."
She closes her eyes in mirth and begins to laugh again. "OOO~HOHOH-"
"HYAAAAAA!" Rin streaks through the air, a whirling dervish of destruction, and nearly knocks Luvia's block off with a scything roundhouse kick. Luvia lands face-first in the gravel with a meaty smack, lying stunned for a half-second. Then she shudders, more like a furious vibration than any movement a human should be capable of. The next moment she leaps to her feet, face still stippled with red welts left by the gravel, and launches herself at Rin. The fists begin to fly, knuckles smashing into faces and chests, a knock-down drag-out brawl. You just kind of stand there not knowing where to look or what to do with yourself.
"Alfons! I know you're a growing boy, but forget the catfight and look up!" Ruby exclaims.
You look up at the manyfaceted night sky. It's falling. Panes of 'glass' are dislodging and falling to earth, shattering into a million tiny shards. Through the holes you glimpse the blackest of voids, absorbing all light. Abject nothingness.
"That can't be good!" you say insightfully.
"And it's not like they can be any use when they get like this," Ruby adds as Rin and Luvia do a couple of cross-counters to warm up.
"Yeah yeah yeah, step back, I'll sort it out." The strange magical boy steps forward and gives Sapphire a warm-up shake or two. "Let's get to work."
"Yes, Master," Sapphire replies coolly and evenly. Now you really want to swap.
"A-hem." He holds the wand out at arm's length, his left hand up, fingers splayed, in a somewhat arcane fashion. Beneath him the ground turns to a prismatic void, an expanding disc of light that stretches beneath your feet as well as Rin and Luvia's. "Eliminating imaginary axis from instrumental variables. Central coordinates established. Establishing Mirror Road within a six-metre radius. Returning to normal world."
The flash of light blinds you. You nearly lose your dinner as the world lurches, topsy-turvy. You stagger and regain your balance, blinking away spots in your vision. You're back in the real world, beneath the real night sky. The courtyard is thankfully undamaged after the multiple carpet bombings and a ship getting parked there. Because that all happened in a parallel universe. Or something. Rin appears to have Luvia face-down on the ground in some sort of arm-hold while Luvia, in a fascinating display of flexibility, bends her leg to repeatedly kick Rin in the back of the head.
The newcomer rolls his eyes. "Right, bored now." He swishes his wand and flicks it at the struggling pair. Lightning bolts crackle around Sapphire's tip and the struggling women spring apart, tased and confused. They leap to their feet and regain their composure quickly, rapidly shuffling back over to their respective students. Luvia whispers something to the stranger through gritted teeth that you think is something along the lines of "we will have words later". It doesn't faze him.
"So," says Rin. "Sapphire dumped you too, huh?"
"How dare you imply such impudence from my Mystic Code!" Luvia exclaims.
"... so Sapphire dumped you too, huh?"
"Yes but!" Luvia waggles her finger proudly. "But my student shows far more promise and raw talent than yours ever will!" The newcomer preens. "He needs a bit of an attitude adjustment but we'll straighten that out right quick!" The newcomer rolls his eyes. "Now come along, my pupil! We need to discuss what happened tonight!"
"Oh come on I was perfect!"
"Yes but the showboating-"
"Non-negotiable."
The pair depart, still bickering all the while. Rin doesn't move to stop them, so neither do you. Soon their conversation fades into the ether, and they're lost to the night. You take in a big breath and let out an even bigger sigh of relief.
"Can I go home now, please?" you ask.
"Mhm. You'll want to rest up for the next Class Card tomorrow night."
"What!?"
Rin crosses her arms resolutely. "You think I'm going to let that witch steal another Class Card right out from under our noses? Ooohohoho not a chance, not a chance."
"B-but I have a project due-"
"FIGURE IT OUT!"
***
It's a lovely day. Mr. Sun is shining high in the sky, generously giving everyone his warm rays. You want to smother Mr. Sun with a pillow. Your eyes feel like peeled grapes set in bowls of sandpaper and your face feels like lukewarm wax. You could not be looking forward to class today less. But as you sit there, slouched over the desk, chin on your hands, you're thankful for the fact that at least school is time all to yourself. No magical boy stuff at all.
"Morning, class! I've got a new transfer student to introduce to you all!" Taiga announces from the front of the class. "Say hello to your new classmate, Shinji Matou!"
You look up. It's the boy from last night.
Fuck.
He looks back at you. He knows you know. He flicks his eyebrows up once, a jaunty little greeting, and sidles his way down the row of desks to the empty one right behind you. You silently beg for death as you sense him settle in right in your blind spot. You hunch further and cast your gaze around - all the girls in your field of vision have turned in their seats to stare at him. You can practically hear the underwear flying off. You hunch as far as the human body can physically hunch. The Hunchback of Homurahara.
"Alright alright, that's enough pining for Mr. Matou," Taiga says, looking down at her desk. "Do it on your own time. For now we're here to leaaaaactually I forgot a book or two so I'll be right back." She goes to sprint out the door but freezes in the doorway. "Study quietly! God help the student that's talking when I come back!" And like that she's off, a striped missile down the hall.
"Form an orderly line for phone numbers," says Shinji.
The scrape of chairs being shoved away from desks is deafening. A flurry of girls rushes past you like a burst dam, all congregating around his desk. She sheer press is enough to pin you painfully to your desk, the lip digging into your stomach. "ugh." You go boneless and slip out of your seat, slithering out from under your desk and making a break for freedom. Taiga will be gone for a while and the Shinji Fanclub's first founding will need time to burn itself out. The hallways should be deserted this time of day. So you set a course for the roof.
It's nice up here. Mr. Sun doesn't feel so bad now that he's paired with Mr. Breeze, gently ruffling your silver-white hair and letting cool zephyrs glide across your face. You knead the exhaustion back a few ticks and lean up against the fencing, gazing out at Fuyuki. It still seems so surreal. You had no idea that fighting evil by moonlight while still winning love by daylight is really tiring.
"What a cliché, huh?" Ruby chimes in, sliding out of your pocket. "New transfer student?"
"Wonder where he came from," you muse. "Did Luvia go overseas to find him?"
Ruby shrugs its wings like shoulders. "Who knows? Better to ask Sapphire, but-"
The door swings open and bangs against the opposite wall. Shinji lowers his foot and strolls onto the rooftop, his hands in his pockets. He stands in the centre of the white expanse in a devil-may-care slouch, Sapphire hovering over his left shoulder.
"Sup," he says.
"... sup," you reply.
"What a lame Servant last night, huh?" Shinji strolls over to the fence, coming to a stop beside you a metre or two away. "Probably went crying all the way back to the Throne with her searing ass-pain. If they're all as easy as that then I've got nothing to worry about."
"... sorry, Servant?" you ask. "Throne? I thought they were called Class Cards."
Shinji gives you an incredulous sideways glance. "Seriously? You don't know what the Throne is? Wooooow, Rin really must be shitty at her job. I mean, come on! I already knew all this. It's baby stuff. For babies. What, did you think Rider popped out of magic fairy land?"
You purse your lips and think of how to respond.
[ ] Be optimistic. You catch more flies with honey and all. Besides, a true magical g- boy is one that uses their heart and friendship and stuff. It might disarm him.
[ ] Be direct. You don't know stuff that Shinji does, and that's important to get out of the way. Focus on getting to the point and learning whatever you can.
[ ] Be confrontational. If this is what Shinji's going to be like every hour of every day for the next four Class Cards, you're going to explode. You need to fight this, and fight it hard.
"Kaleid Magi Scattershot!" you shout.
"Great job on naming it!" Ruby compliments you.
The magic wand leaps in your hand, a glowing globe of light growing from the tip. Swelling like a soap bubble, fit to burst. And then it does. It shatters into a hundred other orbs, tennis-ball sized at most, and scatter like buckshot. You cover your eyes with your free arm and gesticulate in Rider's direction, holding down the trigger as it were. You peek through your fingers - you sure are giving the courtyard a right walloping!
You finally decide that you've shot the place up for long enough and pause. Thick, dark smoke cloaks the battlefield. You watch, waiting, hoping that the sinking feeling in your gut is wrong. It's not. The smoke clears to find Rider standing exactly where she was before you started shooting. Indeed it appears that you've managed to shoot literally every patch of gravel except the one she's standing on. You blush scarlet with embarrassment.
"Great effort for a first-timer!" Ruby says enthusiastically.
"TRY AIMING!" Rin shouts from the bushes.
"Okay okay uh-" your eyes dart over to Rider "-tighten spread, go!"
You swing Ruby again. A trio of white orbs orbit around the tip of the wand, spinning faster and faster as you hurl them like casting fishing line. The orbs spin so fast that they become a shimmering, expanding, whirling ring of light. Figuratively and literally. Rider glances left and right. Too quick and too big to dodge. She leaps forward and dives right through the ring, her coattails barely singed.
With a somewhat embarrassing wail of displeasure you skitter backwards, waggling Ruby like a Wiimote. The general vicinity of Rider is once more carpet-bombed, blinding you with a smokescreen. This time you're going to be ready for it. You stop backing up, steadfastly refusing to look over at Rin. You can pester her for validation later. Right now you have to think up a big, meaty attack. A finishing move. Something like... flinging a star above Rider's head that'll burst and rain down magic flechettes! That'll be AoE and effective!
"Perhaps you should stick to simpler spells while you're still a beginner?" Ruby suggests.
"Shush, I am the magical boy!" You gather the requisite ball of magical energy at Ruby's tip and wait for your time to strike. Watching the smoke as it begins to clear, exposing a humanoid silhouette. Yes, now! You draw back your arm and swing like a tennis serve, casting the star of power high wait what's she standing on?
The orb loses force, arcs down, and splashes across the courtyard with a sad little splish. Your arms go slack as you stare. Rider is now several feet above you. Standing on the prow of a ship that is slowly emerging from a golden portal, briny water gushing around its flanks. So little of the ship is through that you can scarcely guess at its dimensions, but you feel it a safe assumption to call it big. Taking in more details from the old-timey warship bearing down on you quickly drops to the bottom of your list of priorities as the bowchasers slowly revolve to set their sites squarely on you. You stare down the twin black barrels, like the ship's empty pits for eyes. You gulp loudly.
"Setting physical barriers to maximum but maybe don't get hit by the cannonballs in the first place!" Ruby exclaims, voice rapidly rising in pitch as you see the fuses catch light.
"U-uh," you stammer, breaking out in a cold sweat. "M-magic... super, uh... sh-shield..."
"Watch and learn, losers, I'm only doing this once!"
You're about to ask the newcomer voice what he means. Then you feel a boot on your head and buckle at the knees, nearly collapsing before you get your balance back. A shape sails over the top of you, lifted high into the air thanks to the stepping-stone of your skull. You only get a vague impression of him in the faint light of the moon, bent sideways in the air like he's clearing a high bar, a bent longbow in hand. He lets fly, and a pair of arrows zip through the air at Rider. She turns in profile, the arrows landing harmlessly on the deck either side of her.
They glow green, and burst. Their magic seeps into the deck, and the floorboards come alive. Crawling green creepers and vines thick as boa constrictors grow explosively, twisting and twining around Rider before she could possibly get away. Trussing her up from head to toe, leaving her uselessly struggling and grunting with effort. The newcomer spins in mid-air once more, drawing something with a melodic shing and a silver gleam. He nocks something larger than an arrow and lets fly for the final time, upside-down.
A longsword drives itself point-first through Rider's forehead almost to the hilt. She freezes, staring up sightlessly, jaw slack with shock. Twitching as whatever dark magic animated her clings to her. She burns up, scorching from the inside out with the same black flames that spawned her. The ship she was calling collapses with her, set ablaze, burning to cinders. Soon not even embers remain, the sword that slew her clattering to the ground. The newcomer lands on his feet straight as an arrow, arms up in a V-shape like a triumphant gymnast.
"Whoo did you see that!?" he whoops. "Three-sixty backflip headshot with a sword! Am I awesome or am I fucking awesome!?"
He saunters over to the remnants of Rider, where the Class Card re-materializes now that its 'guardian' has been defeated. He snatches it up with two fingers and a thumb, twirling around and fanning his face with it. He's biting his lip and smirking at the same time. It's... a first impression to be sure. His magical boy outfit is similar to yours in some ways, but overall has a completely different feel to it. The underlayer is nothing but cutting-edge body armour, bordering in the futuristic. Glossy black plates like a plastic exoskeleton, armouring him from neck to toe. Covered in belts that you're not sure have any purpose to a magical boy. An indigo leather longcoat is draped over the top of it, the tails barely half an inch from the ground. An opaque black visor, like obsidian or high-gloss plastic, covers his eyes and forehead, the 'beak' extending down to cover his nose. It splits before your eyes, retracting to sit above his ears like glasses arms. His eyes are as navy blue as his curly hair, glinting with mean-spirited mirth.
"Thanks for the Class Card, shitlords. I'll be sure to keep it nice and cosy with all the others." He sweeps one side of his coat back like a cowboy flashing his six-shooter, revealing a card holster strapped to his thigh. He slots the Rider card in smoothly. "... oh and Sapphire you can un-Include or whatever."
He flourishes the bow in his hand, and with a flash of light it turns into a magical boy wand just like Ruby. The main difference being a predominantly blue colour palette, a six-pointed star, and butterfly wings. It remains silent, far cry from Ruby. You almost wish you could swap.
"Wha- bu- excuse me!" Rin bursts out from behind her bunker bush and sprints over to your side, shaking her fist wildly. "But it was my protégé that initiated this fight and did all the hard work while all you did was show up to steal the kill and showboat!"
"I sure did!" he admits readily. "I mean yeah I could've hung back some more and waited but I didn't want to die of old age before we got a move on so, y'know."
"The impudence!" A vein on Rin's forehead pulses. "This must be the work of an enemy Finn. But where's the puppetmaster!?"
"OOOOOO~HOHOHOHO!"
You turn. Another woman of Rin's age pops out from behind the bathroom blocks, daintily covering her mouth as she chortles up a storm. She's dressed all in blue in contrast to Rin (it seems she understands colour theory), her golden hair done up in pretty impressively huge drill-curls. She wears a much longer skirt than Rin, right down to her white-booted ankles. She opens her golden-amber eyes and stares Rin down.
"Running and hiding while your pet does all the work for you, eh peasant?" she asks mockingly. "Such a display is so shameful I can barely stomach looking at it."
She closes her eyes in mirth and begins to laugh again. "OOO~HOHOH-"
"HYAAAAAA!" Rin streaks through the air, a whirling dervish of destruction, and nearly knocks Luvia's block off with a scything roundhouse kick. Luvia lands face-first in the gravel with a meaty smack, lying stunned for a half-second. Then she shudders, more like a furious vibration than any movement a human should be capable of. The next moment she leaps to her feet, face still stippled with red welts left by the gravel, and launches herself at Rin. The fists begin to fly, knuckles smashing into faces and chests, a knock-down drag-out brawl. You just kind of stand there not knowing where to look or what to do with yourself.
"Alfons! I know you're a growing boy, but forget the catfight and look up!" Ruby exclaims.
You look up at the manyfaceted night sky. It's falling. Panes of 'glass' are dislodging and falling to earth, shattering into a million tiny shards. Through the holes you glimpse the blackest of voids, absorbing all light. Abject nothingness.
"That can't be good!" you say insightfully.
"And it's not like they can be any use when they get like this," Ruby adds as Rin and Luvia do a couple of cross-counters to warm up.
"Yeah yeah yeah, step back, I'll sort it out." The strange magical boy steps forward and gives Sapphire a warm-up shake or two. "Let's get to work."
"Yes, Master," Sapphire replies coolly and evenly. Now you really want to swap.
"A-hem." He holds the wand out at arm's length, his left hand up, fingers splayed, in a somewhat arcane fashion. Beneath him the ground turns to a prismatic void, an expanding disc of light that stretches beneath your feet as well as Rin and Luvia's. "Eliminating imaginary axis from instrumental variables. Central coordinates established. Establishing Mirror Road within a six-metre radius. Returning to normal world."
The flash of light blinds you. You nearly lose your dinner as the world lurches, topsy-turvy. You stagger and regain your balance, blinking away spots in your vision. You're back in the real world, beneath the real night sky. The courtyard is thankfully undamaged after the multiple carpet bombings and a ship getting parked there. Because that all happened in a parallel universe. Or something. Rin appears to have Luvia face-down on the ground in some sort of arm-hold while Luvia, in a fascinating display of flexibility, bends her leg to repeatedly kick Rin in the back of the head.
The newcomer rolls his eyes. "Right, bored now." He swishes his wand and flicks it at the struggling pair. Lightning bolts crackle around Sapphire's tip and the struggling women spring apart, tased and confused. They leap to their feet and regain their composure quickly, rapidly shuffling back over to their respective students. Luvia whispers something to the stranger through gritted teeth that you think is something along the lines of "we will have words later". It doesn't faze him.
"So," says Rin. "Sapphire dumped you too, huh?"
"How dare you imply such impudence from my Mystic Code!" Luvia exclaims.
"... so Sapphire dumped you too, huh?"
"Yes but!" Luvia waggles her finger proudly. "But my student shows far more promise and raw talent than yours ever will!" The newcomer preens. "He needs a bit of an attitude adjustment but we'll straighten that out right quick!" The newcomer rolls his eyes. "Now come along, my pupil! We need to discuss what happened tonight!"
"Oh come on I was perfect!"
"Yes but the showboating-"
"Non-negotiable."
The pair depart, still bickering all the while. Rin doesn't move to stop them, so neither do you. Soon their conversation fades into the ether, and they're lost to the night. You take in a big breath and let out an even bigger sigh of relief.
"Can I go home now, please?" you ask.
"Mhm. You'll want to rest up for the next Class Card tomorrow night."
"What!?"
Rin crosses her arms resolutely. "You think I'm going to let that witch steal another Class Card right out from under our noses? Ooohohoho not a chance, not a chance."
"B-but I have a project due-"
"FIGURE IT OUT!"
***
It's a lovely day. Mr. Sun is shining high in the sky, generously giving everyone his warm rays. You want to smother Mr. Sun with a pillow. Your eyes feel like peeled grapes set in bowls of sandpaper and your face feels like lukewarm wax. You could not be looking forward to class today less. But as you sit there, slouched over the desk, chin on your hands, you're thankful for the fact that at least school is time all to yourself. No magical boy stuff at all.
"Morning, class! I've got a new transfer student to introduce to you all!" Taiga announces from the front of the class. "Say hello to your new classmate, Shinji Matou!"
You look up. It's the boy from last night.
Fuck.
He looks back at you. He knows you know. He flicks his eyebrows up once, a jaunty little greeting, and sidles his way down the row of desks to the empty one right behind you. You silently beg for death as you sense him settle in right in your blind spot. You hunch further and cast your gaze around - all the girls in your field of vision have turned in their seats to stare at him. You can practically hear the underwear flying off. You hunch as far as the human body can physically hunch. The Hunchback of Homurahara.
"Alright alright, that's enough pining for Mr. Matou," Taiga says, looking down at her desk. "Do it on your own time. For now we're here to leaaaaactually I forgot a book or two so I'll be right back." She goes to sprint out the door but freezes in the doorway. "Study quietly! God help the student that's talking when I come back!" And like that she's off, a striped missile down the hall.
"Form an orderly line for phone numbers," says Shinji.
The scrape of chairs being shoved away from desks is deafening. A flurry of girls rushes past you like a burst dam, all congregating around his desk. She sheer press is enough to pin you painfully to your desk, the lip digging into your stomach. "ugh." You go boneless and slip out of your seat, slithering out from under your desk and making a break for freedom. Taiga will be gone for a while and the Shinji Fanclub's first founding will need time to burn itself out. The hallways should be deserted this time of day. So you set a course for the roof.
It's nice up here. Mr. Sun doesn't feel so bad now that he's paired with Mr. Breeze, gently ruffling your silver-white hair and letting cool zephyrs glide across your face. You knead the exhaustion back a few ticks and lean up against the fencing, gazing out at Fuyuki. It still seems so surreal. You had no idea that fighting evil by moonlight while still winning love by daylight is really tiring.
"What a cliché, huh?" Ruby chimes in, sliding out of your pocket. "New transfer student?"
"Wonder where he came from," you muse. "Did Luvia go overseas to find him?"
Ruby shrugs its wings like shoulders. "Who knows? Better to ask Sapphire, but-"
The door swings open and bangs against the opposite wall. Shinji lowers his foot and strolls onto the rooftop, his hands in his pockets. He stands in the centre of the white expanse in a devil-may-care slouch, Sapphire hovering over his left shoulder.
"Sup," he says.
"... sup," you reply.
"What a lame Servant last night, huh?" Shinji strolls over to the fence, coming to a stop beside you a metre or two away. "Probably went crying all the way back to the Throne with her searing ass-pain. If they're all as easy as that then I've got nothing to worry about."
"... sorry, Servant?" you ask. "Throne? I thought they were called Class Cards."
Shinji gives you an incredulous sideways glance. "Seriously? You don't know what the Throne is? Wooooow, Rin really must be shitty at her job. I mean, come on! I already knew all this. It's baby stuff. For babies. What, did you think Rider popped out of magic fairy land?"
You purse your lips and think of how to respond.
[ ] Be optimistic. You catch more flies with honey and all. Besides, a true magical g- boy is one that uses their heart and friendship and stuff. It might disarm him.
[ ] Be direct. You don't know stuff that Shinji does, and that's important to get out of the way. Focus on getting to the point and learning whatever you can.
[ ] Be confrontational. If this is what Shinji's going to be like every hour of every day for the next four Class Cards, you're going to explode. You need to fight this, and fight it hard.
LupineVolt
Now with 200% more Puns
- Location
- Michigan
[X] Be optimistic. You catch more flies with honey and all. Besides, a true magical g- boy is one that uses their heart and friendship and stuff. It might disarm him.
Listen here you little shit, we're gonna befriend the everloving fuck out of you and there's nothing you can do to stop us.
Listen here you little shit, we're gonna befriend the everloving fuck out of you and there's nothing you can do to stop us.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
On one hand, this means no Miyu.
On the other hand, squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
[X] Be optimistic. You catch more flies with honey and all. Besides, a true magical g- boy is one that uses their heart and friendship and stuff. It might disarm him.
Friendship!
On the other hand, squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
[X] Be optimistic. You catch more flies with honey and all. Besides, a true magical g- boy is one that uses their heart and friendship and stuff. It might disarm him.
Friendship!
EvilPorygon
Cookie Monster
- Location
- a phone
[X] Be optimistic. You catch more flies with honey and all. Besides, a true magical g- boy is one that uses their heart and friendship and stuff. It might disarm him.
Magical Matou. Groovy.
Magical Matou. Groovy.
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IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
[X] Be optimistic. You catch more flies with honey and all. Besides, a true magical g- boy is one that uses their heart and friendship and stuff. It might disarm him.
Hollow Fake Shinji is so disappointed in you you little shit.
Hollow Fake Shinji is so disappointed in you you little shit.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
Nah, that's some Grade B+ Trash Talk. Slightly below his standards, but not embarrasingly so.
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[] Be optimistic. You catch more flies with honey and all. Besides, a true magical g- boy is one that uses their heart and friendship and stuff. It might disarm him.
Let's consult an actual magical boy about that.
"Mr. Actual Magic Boy, this little weasel stole our kill, trash talked Queen Elizabeth, and now everybody loves him. What should Alfons do?"
"Wreck his shit. With knives."
"Thanks, Mr. Actual Magical Boy! You're the best."
"I know."
[X] Be confrontational.
Let's consult an actual magical boy about that.
"Mr. Actual Magic Boy, this little weasel stole our kill, trash talked Queen Elizabeth, and now everybody loves him. What should Alfons do?"
"Wreck his shit. With knives."
"Thanks, Mr. Actual Magical Boy! You're the best."
"I know."
[X] Be confrontational.
With that, I'm fully expecting card games in motorcycles in a future update.
HA!
[X] Be optimistic. You catch more flies with honey and all. Besides, a true magical g- boy is one that uses their heart and friendship and stuff. It might disarm him.
