As I said - this one turned out oddly.
Part 23
You are Cleo Brown.
Also known as - or will be, anyway - Princess Deathpunch. You
would have gone for Sailor Cthulhu, but you don't wear a fuku and also aren't inclined to tempt fate like that. Besides, copyright infringement.
So here's the deal: you're sitting in the lounge, researching (watching magical girl animé counts as 'research' now, which is awesome on a whole number of levels), when the text comes through. And, y'know, you check it immediately, because of who it might be.
And it
is.
BFS said:
NEW QUEST!
London is under attack! Boooo! Go defeat all the bad guys!
Reward: (???)
Underneath it, a map directing you to... Hyde Park?
Oh crap.
Without even pausing to switch off your show, you're up and moving, hurtling out the front door and ducking behind one of mother's neatly-trimmed hedges to transform like the badass you are, emerging into the air clad in pink and white witchiness, massive staff gripped tightly in one hand.
Also: you can now fly.
Kind of
wonkily, true, but you'll get better.
Hyde Park awaits!
---
You're Rory Brown - aka the daredevil supervillain Wildstrike! And yeah, you only knocked over a jewellery store yesterday, but who cares? It was still supervillainy!
And more importantly, look at all the shiny loot you now have, huh?
Then the text comes.
BFS said:
NEW QUEST!
London is under attack! Boooo! Go defeat all the bad guys!
Reward: (???)
Ooh... mystery reward. Well, you
do like a good mystery, huh? Besides, this is the first quest you've gotten in a while, and it's a red one. You can't risk turning it down and having your powers taken away, amirite?
You carefully put away those gorgeous, beautiful diamond earrings - there'll be time for running your hands through your hard-earned treasure later! - and slip out of the garage, making sure the door is securely locked. It's just storage anyway, so no-one should be look in there - all the same, it'd be better to find somewhere further away, just in case.
Strolling through the gates marking the house grounds, you start considering where to go to transform.
---
You are Pol Brown. Yes, just Pol. And if you've heard another name, perhaps a longer one, you can keep quiet about it, got it?
Right.
So you're Pol Brown.
Oh, and you're currently at the local college - where you aren't a student, obviously, being only eleven - taking an afterschool class in Spanish. Partly because Spain is a nice holiday destination and only a plane-ride away, and partly because it gets you out of the house and away from Cleo, who's become a magical girl and gone insane.
You're not quite sure how you feel about that.
On the one hand, well. It's... it's fairly impressive, isn't it? You were excited enough to see that portal in the street, even wanted to go closer, but... after the
attack...
Things are a lot more dangerous in real life than on a TV screen.
Mrs Laine continues counting through numbers - in Spanish, obviously, while you pay only half-attention, staring at the projected images and thinking about more immediate problems than accurate pronounciation.
First there was the youma in the street. Then the... supervillain? Whoever she was, she didn't look like another magical girl, not like Cleo in her frilly dress. This was some kind of tight yellow bodysuit, and the newspapers were steadfastly insisting that no, of
course the person who robbed two jewellery stores wasn't throwing bolt of electricity around, and the cameras had ben too fried to dispute that.
Online, however, the eyewitnesses had other things to say about 'Wildstrike'.
You... kind of hope Cleo doesn't end up going up against her. At least she didn't get an alert about Wildstrike's attack from that 'BFS' thing. Still, that lightning-girl was
dangerous, moreso than the youma. Humans could
think.
You sigh, absentmindedly turning a page in the Spanish textbook, when there's a rapid knock at the door. Mrs Laine pauses in her impromptu lecture regarding adjectives, and calls, "Yes?"
The door opens immediately, hurriedly, and you recognise the face, even though most of the head is covered in the hood of a boy's hoodie that looks too big on her. It's that - mentally-not-all-there girl. The one from the florists.
... What the hell is she doing
here?
The girl blinks massive... red eyes? You didn't notice those before. Those - aren't normal. Contacts? "Is Pol here? I need to see Pol." She stands on tiptoe, peering around the room, and BEAMS when she sees you sitting there, staring at her. Isn't she hot with that hoodie and long-coat on? "Pol! Pol, hi! Someone you know is in trouble, 'kay? You should come with me!"
Everyone in the class is staring between the two of you now, including Mrs Laine, who's looking flustered. "I don't know her," you say quickly, and then regret it, because the weird girl knew your name. Still - that doesn't mean YOU know HER, right?
The girl giggles and bounces slightly on her feet, hands almost vanished completely under the too-long coat sleeves. "I'm Eito!"
... Oh boy.
"You need to go to Hyde Park okay?" Weird-girl puts on a serious expression and gives you a double thumbs-up. "Bad stuff! Go! You've been alerted!"
...
And then she turns and runs back up the corridor, accompanied by the sound of a slight skid across the freshly-waxed floor.
"Well," says Mrs Laine, question-sheets still in hand. "
That was different."
You start gently bashing your forehead against your desk.
EITO HAS NO MP REMAINING. EITO HAS CONTACTED HQ AND RECEIVED NO REPLY AS YET. WHAT DO?
[ ] Head to Hyde Park!
-[ ] (Write-in!)
[ ] Stay the flip away from Hyde Park!
-[ ] (Write-in!)
[ ] Whatever Veekie votes for!
-[ ] (BANDWAGON)