Strangely Familiar Part 1
Strangely Familiar
Chapter 1

Thursday, June 25
Lunchtime


Lunch isn't so bad. The courtyard is nice. Even though it's a day when most of the school is eating in the classrooms, there are still a few pairs and trios of close friends sitting elsewhere in the courtyard with their bento boxes. But not many, and they're paying Rei almost no attention. So she doesn't have to deal with many looks here, and none at all from close range, which makes it easier to ignore the ones she does get. And, well, her bought-and-paid-for bento is pretty good- probably better than she could have managed herself.

But Rei Hino didn't buy the bento for the flavor. She bought it for the peace and quiet.

If a student has- or buys- their own bento box, the T-A Academy allows them a bit of flexibility about where to eat it. Rei Hino's hasn't had much fun eating lunch in the classroom in a long time, and she certainly wouldn't today. She's never been especially popular, and she's had a lot on her mind. And almost none of her burdens have anything to do with school, which seems like such an unwelcome and pointless distraction these days.

Being entirely honest with herself, she doesn't really care what happens here at the T-A Academy for Girls. The only reason that she's here in particular and not some other school is because of her father. The same father that pretends she doesn't exist. And she's a stranger here, an outcast, a ghost drifting between classes.

On Monday, Rei handed in a test before the end of class, then left the room to go fight at Usagi's side. She missed the rest of the period. No one's said anything to her yet, even though she got the test back marked with a failing grade. Because who cares if a ghost fails a test? Why would the ghost herself care? And even putting that bitter-hearted thought aside, there's the other end of the scale. Who cares if Sailor Mars fails a test? There are much more important things to worry about.

She looks around the courtyard again. There are a few loners who are probably in something like the same position she is. But the rest… have friends. Rei doesn't have that here. There are only a handful of other students who interact with Rei willingly outside of class. Most of the students, and even some of the staff, avoid her. She's never made a secret of how seriously she takes being a miko, and that and a few… things... over the years have gotten her a reputation. One of the weird girls.

And so only a few of the students, and a slim majority of the staff, ever really talk to her anymore. And quite a few of the staff who do talk to her seem to be doing it mostly just because they want to convert her. Like she'd be worth double points or something. Not because she's worth getting to know.

For a long time, Rei was… fine... with that. She'd gotten used to it. Of being the girl people talked to only when they wanted something from her, one way or another.

But having friends outside school makes that harder. Rei can't help but wish she was out there, out of this private school with its good reputation, and in public school with Usagi and her other friends.

Even that thought is just a little bit rueful, after yesterday evening. She remembers quietly agreeing with Ami that Rei would get her turn to talk to Usagi first. And that after that, Ami could still try and go with her to Mercury, like they'd originally planned to do today before things went wrong.

But then they were gone for long enough that Rei would have started to worry if not for Artemis telling her that Ami's communicator was still pinging 'safe' at more or less regular intervals. And the way they looked at each other after they teleported back… Well.

Rei can't imagine Ami turning against her or wanting to hurt her. But for all of that, Rei would be, so help her, jealous-

-If not for the way Usagi bounced up to her, and reached up to put her hands on Rei's shoulders, and smiled, and said "it was amazing, Rei, and no holding out on me, you are so taking me to Mars first chance you get!"

Many children, at one time or another, dream of being astronauts. But despite the roots of her Senshi magic, Rei has never really felt a burning desire to travel to other planets. Until now.

That entire series of thoughts and feelings would never have happened to Rei when she was alone. Not just because it would have been impossible, but because Rei had never imagined having anyone she'd want to do the impossible for. But becoming a Senshi has meant, for her, not being alone anymore.

And, ironically, for once, the instincts she's developing as a Senshi are causing her to care more about something that happens at school.

Three days ago, Sister Rose, one of the newer teachers, came over to have a very strange conversation with Rei. She offered Rei a listening ear and privacy, and said a number of odd things.

"...If you ever want to learn more about good causes, about unity with those whose inner strength brings happiness to others in service to the world, then let me know. I think you could do a great deal of good for the world…"

"...There are ways to reach out and touch the divine, the good, that are… apart from the Church, though not against it. Nor against what you believe. I could explain to you better if we met in my office some time. But perhaps later, if you need some time…"


Rei's instincts tell her that Sister Rose means well. But they tell her that so strongly that she can't help but think of all the strange, powerful feelings she's seen people have in the grip of magic. Something about her is off, somehow, even if not in any unclean or sinister sense.

And, well. The words themselves. Rei feels the corner of her mouth twist into a tight, amused half-smile. Good causes. Inner strength, happiness in service to the world. Reaching out and touching the divine.

She thinks back to a weekend on the lunar surface.

To, just Monday, hearing a huge green oni in a huge gray suit call her 'Lady Mars' as though she was some kind of minor fire-goddess herself.

To bright blue eyes, and a warm loving courage the Rei of three months ago could never have imagined gracing a human heart, and a touch that raised the dead for her.

The urge to laugh, maybe a little crazily, bubbles up within Rei.

Oh, teacher, teacher, if you only knew…

She finishes a few last bites. There's time to go ask Sister Rose what she was talking about. If only to tie up the loose end. Or maybe, maybe… Rei shudders away from the idea at first.

Maybe Sister Rose is a clue to something. Something Rei doesn't have any understanding of yet. But… what if something at the T-A Academy goes truly bad? Anything like that, anything even a fraction as bad as the monstrous deeds of Ahma, that horrible girl who goes to school with Usagi. The thought makes Rei feel sick. She'd never be able to forgive herself if she passes up a chance to learn about something like that before it happened.

Rei gets up, and heads towards the rows of little rooms where teachers have their offices here, to find what this is all about.



After School

The school office secretary having turned out to be a petty, hostile woman just doesn't worry Rei the way it would have before. Not after battles with monsters of half a dozen different descriptions, after sparring across a table with the cold, arrogant mind of a sneering detective, after blood splashing across her in the mist in the little hell that Drella made.

And who knows? Rei decides to count her blessings. Having been deliberately ignored for just long enough to waste the balance of lunch period may be for the best. Waiting to meet Sister Rose until after school means that, whatever happens, there will be time to follow up.

Sure, she'd had a vague notion of rushing over to Crystal Millennium to find out what's happened, or going to happen, with Ahma Anteratu, but whatever it is, she knows somehow that Usagi will make sure things come out for the best.

Though Rei wonders, idly, how much power she'd have needed to call down upon herself to get the secretary's attention properly. To-

She fights down the mocking, distracting thought. She's nearly to the teacher's office. And either Sister Rose is a clue to some actual problem or danger and demands Rei's full attention, or she's a decent person who deserves Rei's full attention. Or maybe, the stirring flutters at the edge of her awareness whisper, somehow both.



Rei's knuckles rap on the door. For several seconds, there's no answer. She sighs and knocks again. And this time, she can hear a soft sound from inside the office- a strange rippling sound almost like flowing water. She might not have caught it before becoming a Senshi. Like all her friends, Rei's become a bit sharper, a bit stronger, than any ordinary human even without the transformation.

"One moment!"

Sister Rose's voice is muffled by the door, and a few more words after that are so muffled that even the enhanced hearing of a Sailor Senshi can't pick them out from the background. At last, Sister Rose opens the door, looking- well, only slightly disheveled, in that she's having to adjust her habit a bit. The teacher blinks with surprise at the light in the corridor. The blinds of her office are drawn and the lights are off. But though suspicion comes easily enough to Rei, she has no real time to think that over, because Sister Rose breaks into a bright smile at the sight of her.

"Ah! Rei! Perfect. Come in, come in!"

Rei nods, moving slowly. "You wanted to speak with me?"

"Of course!"

Sister Rose swings the door all the way open and steps out of the way. At first glance, her office seems entirely ordinary. Nothing's obviously wrong. The only thing even slightly out of place is the oddly positioned mirror, a little less than half a meter square, that hangs from a patch of bare wall where Rei suspects a picture used to be.That's not wrong, not ominous at all so far as Rei can see. But somehow it trips that same instinct that tells her something's funny.

Still smiling brightly, Rose picks up where her first two words left off. "Yes, yes I'd be glad to. Thank you for taking the time to talk with me! Though… will you forgive me if I ask a few questions? I realize that I don't know you nearly as well as you deserve…"

Rei shrugs. And she's answered a lot of teachers' questions at one time or another, so where's the harm? She can always refuse to answer, she supposes.

Most people, trying to do what Sister Rose does in the next few minutes, would come across as rude, as antagonistic. As the kind of person Rei hates, people who covet information over others as a way of becoming more powerful. But the teacher has a genuine charm and seems honestly interested as she asks Rei about her life. About how she's doing. About her grades- Rei shades the truth a little, sure that she could turn things around if she really needed to. About what she does on the weekends. What she does at the shrine.

Despite how seemingly good-natured the questions are, Rei can't help but find it a little nerve-wracking. Seemingly good and normal people have turned out to be enemies before, or been manipulated into being enemies. Rei saw some of that during the battles against Jadeite, and after, with Poisony's manipulations. Usagi and Ami and Makoto have told her of other things. And Minako has enough war stories, after fighting the Dark Kingdom for a year and a half now, that it's given Rei a couple of sympathetic nightmares on her behalf.

Even if Rose seems nice… she could still turn out to be an enemy. And yet, the more that she talks with the Sister, the less certain she is that there is any such threat, any such problem. Rei can't always be sure that she's sensing the truth behind what others say and do, but she… knows things, sometimes. And what little she feels like she knows from watching Sister Rose just doesn't say 'danger.' Almost the opposite, really, a thing incapable of being truly dangerous in itself.

So Rei answers Sister Rose's questions, wondering what this is really about, trying to find a sense of it. And at last, the teacher leans back in her chair and nods to herself. She speaks so suddenly, looking at Rei so intently, that Rei can't help but blink in surprise.

"Okay! I guess that just leaves what I said to you at lunch…" Sister Rose gives Rei a self-deprecating smile.

And quite suddenly, Rei's worries are dragged back to the front. "...There… is that, yes."

Sister Rose looks strangely nervous, suddenly. Her eyes are wide and a bit watery. "...Yes. Now, before I can really talk about that, I need to know that I can trust you. That you won't tell anyone else about what you're about to see… okay?"

Rei thinks that one over. Once again, Rose seems very genuine, very well-intentioned, more than a little worried… and very off, somehow. At last, she answers. "I promise that I won't tell anyone here at the school. Not… not unless what you show me puts the other students, or the staff, at risk."

Rose smiles in relief. "Thank you. And I promise, this won't be something that could hurt any of them. I wouldn't want to do a thing like that. We made sure to check beforehand. So, you won't tell anyone? I… well, you'll see why in a moment, but I'd be at kind of a disadvantage, maybe even danger, if word of this got out about me."

We?

Before Rei has a chance to ask what she means by that, though, Sister Rose bounces to her feet, spreads her arms wide, and spins around in a circle with a smile on her face. And quite suddenly, she explodes into a cloud of white smoke that briefly fills the room before fading away- not into the vents, just away.

And now, floating there in front of Rei, is a tiny little creature, almost like an impossibly small panda cub. If a panda cub were wearing a leopard-print dress. Or had a flower tucked by one ear. Or wore a gigantic backpack. But even with the pack, the little levitating fuzzball is about the size of Rei's head.


Surprisingly, the little creature still has Sister Rose's voice, despite being about one tenth the woman's size. "Rei Hino! You are kind of heart and resolute of soul, dutiful and kind, with a great capacity for friendship. I ask you, won't you become a Pretty Cure, a guardian of the Earth?"

…Huh.

This… this is going to be a tricky conversation, isn't it?



Hikawa Shrine
An hour later


Rei takes a long moment to lean back and stare out through her bedroom window at the cloudless sky overhead. Swarms of thoughts chase each other through her head at the moment. She forces herself to shake her worries away- at least for a moment- and look down at Luna, who's rolled onto one side and sprawled across the blotter pad on her desk.

"Thank you for making time to talk with me, Luna. And-" Rei feels a smile slip through to her face. "Go ahead, roll on my desk. I don't mind."

"I- oh." Luna freezes in place, suddenly embarrassed. "Well, at least unlike the local imitations, I know a cantrip for tidying up stray hairs."

"I'm sure you do."

"I just… felt comfortable here, Rei." Luna sounds slightly embarrassed.

Rei's smile turns a bit softer, a bit more serene, and she finds a brief, surprisingly happy hum escaping her. "That's fine. I'm just glad you're happy."

Luna wriggles. "Finding out that a hundred or so of my species rode out the end of civilization the same way I did has been… a relief, I'll call it. It feels… real. Knowing that Yuuno's clan may be my very distant cousins a thousand times removed. I suppose that's irrational, but I find that I don't much care."

"Like I said, I'm just glad you're happy." And Rei finds that she is.

Phobos chuckles from the windowsill to Rei's right, shaking her head. "Luna? You? Not caring about that? Wonderful! Being reasonable is overrated."

That's going to draw a response, so Rei turns, anticipating- yes. Deimos is making a great show of turning his whole head so that his eye-roll will stand out. Amused by the jest- but, as usual, playing the part of the serious one. "Phobos, be nice. Luna has a perfectly good reason to be feeling…"

"Over the moon?" Phobos interrupts. "I suppose it would be something like getting a message from Korronis, after all these years."

Rei blinks, glancing over at the two. "Korronis?" The name is familiar, but she can't put a finger on exactly why.

Deimos nods. "Our home realm. It used to be one of several connected to the Earth through a great tree. But…"

Phobos continues, and her voice has dipped into a tone of sad acceptance. "Ever since we woke up again, we've been unable to work the magic that connects to Yggdrasil. We aren't sure if the Worlds' Tree is gone, or if the Earth's been disconnected from it, or if something else has happened."

World Tree? Yggdrasil?

Rei's heard that word before. Something from school, no, that's not it, somewhere important- oh. Kintoleski mentioned a World Tree, and called it Yggdrasil.

Grumbling, Rei shakes her head. "You two should definitely have mentioned that to me earlier. Two of the Pretty Cures, down in Kamakura, are fighting a group called Dark Fall. I know I mentioned them, but not the detail… which is that Usagi and the others tell me they're guardians of an enormous tree, and that one of Dark Fall's warriors mentioned the tree being named 'Yggdrasil.'

Phobos and Deimos are very, very still. They're expressive when they want to be, when you know how to read their body language, but when they choose not to move, there's not much to see there. But then, if Rei only ever found herself knowing things she could explain how she knew, she'd have lived a fairly different life. And she knows the crows very, very well. They're… hers, somehow, in a way not even Grandpa is.

Deimos radiates something close to remorse, and even Phobos' hope is tinged with sorrow. They- have they been so busy protecting Hikawa Shrine for all these hundreds of years, waiting for her to awaken, that they've missed out on a chance to return home? Kamakura's less than a hundred kilometers away. Quite a lot less. Not far at all, as the crow flies. And- and Rei refuses to imagine that her past self would have begrudged these two the right to visit this 'Korronis' during all the years that they waited, faithfully, for Rei to be born.

But the past can't be undone.

"Deimos, Phobos? I'm sorry that you've gone without seeing Korronis for so long. If I can take you there, I will. As soon as I can." Rei smiles, first at one of the crows, then at the other.

Deimos sighs. "In hindsight, we… could have made better choices But Lady Tyr's instructions to us before she catapulted us forward through the Dimensional Sea into the Sengoku Period were very cryptic."

Phobos tucks her beak down. "And the two of us were in positively terrible shape at the time, so we weren't sure we remembered them right. Especially since we remembered them differently."

"We weren't sure when you'd be born, or what to do until you were, and then when you were little your grandfather wanted to wait to tell you things until you were older, and-"

Rei shrugs, deciding to specifically not ask what her past self said to Phobos and Deimos. It sounds like a good way to end up as angry at her past self as Ami is all the time. The crows, as always alert to her frame of mind, fall silent and cock their heads attentively for a moment, before Rei thinks of what to say. And even then, only the first few words come to mind.

"The past is past…"

But as she trails off, Phobos perks up. "But hey, the future hasn't been written yet. Don't worry about us."

Something passes between the crows, then. Something Rei can't quite identify, can't read as easily as she did the sorrowful feelings of a moment ago. And then Deimos straightens, and Rei absolutely can read the swagger in his voice. "Well, you don't need to worry about me, at least. Now, Phobos dear, even from here I can hear your brains rattling around in your head every time you move…"

Phobos gasps, and the theatrical gasp is almost good enough to fool Rei. "An idiot! At least I have the sense to take care of myself! Look at you! Your feathers are crooked, you're covered in dust, your claws are chipped, the state you're in-"

Rei looks, helplessly, confused, at Luna. They've bickered and bantered before, but this is… different, somehow. Luna seems even more confused than Rei is.

Deimos cackles. "That's not ugliness, that's rugged charm! All the more of an idiot, if you can't recognize how charming these scars make me!"

Phobos sounds honestly outraged, now-

"Now that! That is a challenge too far! I am not just any idiot, and I am not a blind idiot!" She launches herself off her windowsill, aiming straight across the room at Deimos. "YOUR idiot! FOREVER!"

Phobos blurs as she crosses the room, and the darkness of her feathers turns into a smear in the air as she collides with Deimos. The two roll, and the blur expands, covering both of them, and fades…

And there aren't two crows there anymore. There are two little human-like figures, just about fifteen centimeters high, lying on the windowpane. The one in purple is on top, leaning down over the one in red. Rei squints against the angle of the light to see the tiny figures more clearly and, yes, she is kissing her hair…

And then the little fairy in purple speaks with Deimos' deeper, rougher voice. "And I'm yours forever, too. No matter what trials we go through. Or what chances we may have missed."

The fairy in red, as Rei found herself expecting, even if she's never seen them like this before- in more ways than one- still has Phobos' light, airy voice. "Well sure, but where'd all that rugged charm you were talking about go?"

"Why you-"

Rei feels like she's interrupting rudely, but there's something important she… thinks she's just realized. "Um."

The two little fairies- separate and turn to her, and she realizes that they're waiting for her to figure out what comes after that 'um.' Which, well.

"Um. Deimos… are you a girl?"

Phobos laughs, and Deimos does a silly little bow. "Yep!"

Rei stops for a moment, and tries to think about it very, very honestly. "I guess I just always thought, because of your voice…"

Phobos suddenly starts laughing even harder, falling to her knees, and Deimos waits for her to recover before leaning down to put a hand on her shoulder. "Do you want to make the point, or should I?"

And Phobos straightens. "Sure, sure, I'm fine. It's just the way Deimos is. That's nothing compared to- do you have any idea how squeaky we'd both sound to you if our voices worked exactly like yours? You humans are ten times our size. Luna, back me up here, you must know how it is."

Rei looks to Luna, who tilts her head briefly to one side, then the other. "She does have a point about that, yes."

Phobos waves her arms widely. "So yeah, sure, Deimos' voice is deeper than mine, but mine is so much deeper than it would be if- hm, can I hit those notes…" She suddenly stops and speaks in the tiniest little squiggle of a voice, something Rei's honestly not sure she'd be able to pick out from the wind in the trees if not for Senshi hearing- "my voice would probably sound like this, if the two of us played by human rules. Compared to that, the difference between me and the missus isn't much."

Rei nods, taking that in. "The… missus?"

Phobos reaches over, putting a finger lightly on Deimos' tiny ear. The two of them turn their heads, almost in unison. The tiny, tiny, almost microscopic matched pairs of earrings the two of them wear suddenly flash like little stars. "Mhm! We should probably sit down and work out what anniversary we're on one of these days…"

"You're married?" On Rei's lifetime list of bizarre realizations, that's lower than it would have been a week ago, but it still ranks somewhere above "your childhood imaginary friends are actually real and are centuries-old crow-spirits who can turn into little fairies, or possibly the other way around."

Deimos stares flatly at Rei. "...Did you not notice all the neck-preening and beak-tapping we've been doing since you were a baby?"

"..." Rei grits her teeth. That just feels unfair. "Look, I'm a fire-omen-reader, not a bird-omen-reader, okay?"

"Well, I suppose I'm being a little unfair."

Luna makes a polite little cough to draw everyone's attention. "I had no idea what human affection gestures looked like when I first left the colony I was born on. Admittedly, Artemis never seemed to have an issue with it, despite not being native to the solar system."

Rei glances down. "I probably deserve it, Deimos. I've been thinking of you as a boy for, well, all my life really."

Deimos- she- shrugs. "Well, no harm done. You never treated me like the icky crow because of it or anything."

Rei shrugs. "Well, I just thought of you as being different somehow."

Phobos does a little jump and waves her arms in the air, only to wrap them around Deimos. "Different, all right!" She laughs.

Rei… kind of pauses there, glancing away. As she puts aside the awkwardness of the moment, admittedly with a bit of difficulty, she finds that for all that she's never seen them turn human and didn't know they were… involved, and so on… Phobos and Deimos are still the same companions they have always been. The same guardians, trying to keep her at least halfway safe from the troubles of her life, or to help her bear the ones they can't protect her from.

They are the same that they've always been, for her, and just as always, she could happily listen to them banter for an hour or more.

Rei could listen to her guardians banter for an hour or more, easily. Especially now that they're starting to hint at secrets she hadn't even imagined the outlines of a year ago, even among all the 'impossible' things that seemed plausible to a girl with two talking birds for friends. But there's something else, she finds herself remembering with a twist of horror and a defiant pulse of hope, that she really needs to talk about with Luna. Well, two things, but one she needs to ask right now, because she's got to know.

"How did the thing with the Ahma-" monster, demon "-girl go?"
 
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Strangely Familiar Part 2
Strangely Familiar?
Chapter 2

Rei could listen to her guardians banter for an hour or more, easily. Especially now that they're starting to hint at secrets she hadn't even imagined the outlines of a year ago, even among all the 'impossible' things that seemed plausible to a girl with two talking birds for friends. But there's something else, she finds herself remembering with a twist of horror and a defiant pulse of hope, that she really needs to talk about with Luna. Well, two things, but one she needs to ask right now, because she's got to know.

"How did the thing with the Ahma-" monster, demon "-girl go?"


"Well, Naru has an easy time getting a direct line to MCAT's finest these days. And she said Genjuro was already on his feet and taking charge- this was only a few hours after Usagi visited him in the hospital."

"That's good." Rei nods.

She's not sure she entirely trusts Genjuro. She certainly doesn't trust everyone he answers to. But he's a good person. Nothing like most men. Nothing like her father, or the boys at school. He does things because he thinks they're the right thing to do, not just because he's angling for an advantage or wants something out of someone. She's hated to think of how badly he was injured stopping Shakoukai, and finds that she's genuinely glad to know that Usagi's healed him.

Luna goes right on. "Naru told them, as we planned-"

Rei smiles. "-As you planned."

"One does one's best. My communicator seems to think I'm Mistress of Whispers to the royal court these days, so I have to try, even if those are-" Luna wiggles her paws- "big shoes to fill. Now, Naru told them that you'd shown her that fire image- true enough. And that she recognized Ahma- true enough. Then Samui called that other Naru- if that's his real name-"

"You think it's not?" That's a concern that hadn't crossed Rei's mind.

"I may not be the most familiar with all the details of your language and culture here on Earth, or this part of it in particular. But something about this 'Naru Shibuya, office in Shibuya' raises my hackles. And I've never even met the man."

"Meeting him doesn't help." Rei scowls. Mr. Shibuya, by contrast to Genjuro, reminds Rei too much of her father in some ways. In others, he's different- more like a cold, sharp blade than a disgusting layer of oil- but it doesn't make her like him more.

"In any event, Naru managed to convince Mr. Shibuya that Ahma had a reasonable likelihood of being the one he was after, and to convince Samui that she was a real danger… who went to her school. Samui apparently took that rather seriously, because MCAT showed up at Azabu-Juban Public Middle School the next morning with four regular officers, two priests, a pair of oni, and that speedy wolf girl Naru didn't give me the name of."

"So that's… under control, then?" Rei hesitates. That sounds like a strong team, but then, all Rei knows about this 'Ahma' and her abilities is that she has far too many for Rei's liking, especially for someone anywhere near her princess.

"We can hope so. Naru says that she didn't work out what happened until she heard the talk after school. Me, I had some information a little earlier than that- I slipped up to one of the oni while he was standing guard on the transfer van and had a bit of a chat with him. To sum it up, I'm not sure what explanation they gave the school administration, but they had someone call Ahma up to the office, telling her it was about a special principal's award. Apparently she tested well, from what Ami says, so that probably didn't surprise her. I doubt she'd have realized anything was wrong until she set foot in the conference room and the priests lit up their binding preparations. They seem to have… prevailed on her to go quietly."

Rei frowns, thinking of the wild madness she saw in the eyes of Ahma's image. Eyes aren't always a window to the soul, but the eyes she sees in her fires often seem to be. "That probably means she doesn't think they can hold her for long, Luna. Are you sure about this?"

"Sure, no. Optimistic, yes. Working from some clues the ghost boy gave, it sounds as though Dr. Sakurai has already improvised a special cell to keep her in. Lights all over the walls, all under bulletproof glass. They think she gets into and out of places through shadows, so they're putting her in a place that doesn't have any shadows big enough to pass a grain of rice. Hopefully, that will do the job. Though the legalities of holding her are apparently tricky; you have some very funny customs on these islands." Luna sounds prim as she says that, but then all the tension goes out of her, and she slumps into something close to a puddle of fur on Rei's desktop. "So that, at least, seems to be under control for now, and hopefully never our problem again. Was that what you wanted me here to talk about?

"Well… no, actually."

"Oh? There was something else, then?" Luna suddenly looks at Rei more sharply. "Are you all right?"

"As much as ever. But you see…" Rei takes a deep breath. "I was surprised to meet a small furry talking creature at school. She offered me the power to transform into a magical guardian and battle monsters for the safety of humanity."

Silence from Phobos and Deimos. Dead silence from Luna. And at last, Phobos, bless her, begins to cackle. The laugh rises and spreads, and she doubles over with it for a moment.

Deimos gives Phobos an idle thwap on the shoulder with the backs of her right fingertips, then she looks up at Rei from the windowsill. "At the risk of sounding obvious here, you already do that."

"Yes. I know, believe me." Rei fights back the urge to break down laughing herself. She doesn't want to do that again.

Phobos, still struggling to stifle her giggles, shakes her head. "Don't worry, honey. You know as well as I do that Rei's not going to cast her feathered- well, her traditionally feathered- friends aside. Or-" she makes a sweeping bow to Luna- "her come-lately princess's come-latelier Mistress of Whispers. Not for some floating fluffball."

Luna sniffs. "Excuse me, but I do think we should try to get some specifics about this."

Rei still doesn't know how Deimos manages something that sounds so much like a human snort in the form of a crow, but it's a bit easier to imagine her doing it now, even if that rough voice sounds strange from a woman who's about fifteen centimeters tall.

"Luna's right. Someone's sniffing around our princess. I'd like to know who."

Phobos shrugs, then grins wildly and gestures grandly, with the air of royalty granting a concession. "Fine, fine! Let's have it!"

Rei pauses a moment to put the humor out of her mind and make sure she has her thoughts in order. "Today, I found out that one of the teachers at my school is… well, not human, apparently. She looks a lot like some of the Pretty Cure fairies we've seen- white fur and floating in midair all the time. Not exactly the same, but the same kind of thing… very much so, really. Because she thinks I'd make a good Pretty Cure. Would that… work?" Rei's brow wrinkles, and she can't help but wonder.

Luna stares off into space. "Hmm. You know, I'm honestly not sure. I can't imagine that combat gear like that would do you any practical good if you were already Sailor Mars, but could you use it? Very possibly. It might depend on who's offering. I've remembered a little about the Pretty Cures, and Endymion remembers more, and one thing I know is that they're not all the same."

Rei opens her mouth, then stops. "Let me back this all back up and start from the beginning. It's going to get confusing if I don't. So, It started after class. Monday at lunch, Sister Rose- one of the teachers, mentioned that she wanted to speak with me. I wasn't going to ignore a teacher like that and there was something strange about her that I thought I should follow up on, too. But things were really crazy on Tuesday and Wednesday- you know."

Luna nods. "It was very good of you to try and do the things Usagi had been planning to do, by the way. But I can see why you'd be letting other things wait until later."

"She needed the help… well. Today, after school, I went to Sister Rose's office, and she asked me a bunch of questions, and then…"




Surprisingly, the little creature still has Sister Rose's voice, despite being about one tenth the woman's size. "Rei Hino! You are kind of heart and resolute of soul, dutiful and kind, with a great capacity for friendship. I ask you, won't you become a Pretty Cure, a guardian of the Earth?"

…Huh.

This… this is going to be a tricky conversation, isn't it?


Rei takes a deep breath. While she wouldn't have been surprised by a teacher asking her a lot of questions about her life, her grades, and her activities, somehow all those questions make even more sense now. Not that she's heard of any other girl approached by a magical creature like this being quizzed this way, but… somehow, it fits together.

Maybe she should be flattered to be getting called on by a selective magical fairy. A magical destiny that cares about her grades. Hah. Ha-

A strange sense of separation floats through Rei's mind, right now. This is… this is a little much. It's… it's funny, somehow. It's almost as if it's happening to someone else- it's happening to Rei Hino and she's Sailor Mars, or perhaps the other way around. And somehow, that makes her want to laugh at it. She probably shouldn't let that show. Fortunately, Rei's had lots of practice keeping up appearances over the years.

"I should probably ask what the Earth needs guarding from."

Needs guarding from THIS time, she thinks. Again she fights down that strange feeling- oh teacher, teacher, oh little fairy, if you only knew…

But her mask of silence doesn't crack, and whatever Rose was expecting, Rei's reaction is close enough that it doesn't seem to surprise her.

Rose gives a very tiny, very somber nod. "I, and other fairies like me, are empowering Pretty Cures to oppose the worldwide attack of the Phantom Empire-" that sounds familiar, but for the moment Rei can't quite recall where she's heard the words- "and the Dark Kingdom, which you may have heard of as the 'DK Gang' here in Japan. Our leader is the ancient Lord Blue."

Rei takes note of the 'sama' Rose pronounces the name 'Blue' with. She says the name with real, deep respect. Hm.

"Blue?"

"The creator of my kind of fairies. He's been watching over the world and helping empower people to right wrongs and seal away threats to humanity for- well, a very long time. Thousands of years, by now…"

Rei takes a deep breath and puts the word out there quietly. Because it has to be said. "You make him sound less like a man and more like a god."

Rose bobbles in midair. "The first thing any of fairies remember is waking up floating in a cauldron with him casting a spell over us. It's how we're made! So most of us would just say 'yes, of course!' I might say so too… but it'd feel impolite, at this school." She gestures at the crucifix on the wall. "They pay me and trust me to teach, even if the manner in which I settled in here is a bit… irregular." Then she stops, looking at Rei curiously. "Does that bother you?"

Rei stops to think about that. She really does. The school's religious mission isn't her mission, and it's given her no small amount of trouble. She's not exactly plugged into the gossip circuit, but nothing she's heard about Sister Rose makes her think that the disguised fairy has been a bad math teacher.

"Do you mean how you work here, or the way you think of Blue?"

"You're wise for your years, to think to ask!" Rose taps her cheek thoughtfully with a tiny paw. Rei just shrugs. "Okay. Either, really."

Rei nods slightly. "You're not hurting anyone, and… if this is the way you have to find people to save the world, well, the world needs saving, doesn't it?"

"Blue says so. I think he's right, and it's worked for us so far."

"I understand… But what do you want me for?"

If Rose knows that Rei is a Sailor Senshi, then Rei supposes the question answers itself. But so far, Rose has given no sign of that. Not so far.

That last question of Rei's has caused Rose to look at her closely, strangely. Rose's face is that of a tiny animal, but somehow in that moment her eyes seem keen, experienced, and very aware. More so than most of the little squeaky things Rei's seen accompanying Pretty Cures.

How old is Rose, anyway?

After a moment, the fairy seems to come to a decision about how to reply to Rei's question. "Some of the students say that strange things happen around you. That you know things they don't think you ought to be able to know."

Rei feels old familiar locks and bars closing down in her mind. Even if Rose isn't human, is clearly magical, is nothing like anyone who's questioned her about this before, this is a teacher's office. And she has been questioned about things like this before. She can hear the sullen tone in her voice, whether she meant to say it that way or not: "What about it?"

"Well, I think it's a sign that you could do very great things. I imagine you've heard things in the news about things that many people would call magical. Oni on the streets. Things like that."

"...Some." The old reticence and the new need to hide her Senshi identity begin to line up.

"You've thought for a long time that you have some special potential yourself, haven't you? Something… magical?"

Rei can't help herself.

This… this is exactly true, but it's coming too late, or coming a second time, or…

For all that Rei has found power and friendship and a princess worth living for and dying for as a Sailor Senshi… If the Rei of three or four months ago had been having this conversation, it would be just about perfectly spot-on true. She knew, then. She's known for so long, and still not dared to believe it. She wonders, suddenly, if there's ever been anyone else in history who had to worry for all her life, growing up, about whether her two (feathered) best friends were figments of her imagination or not.

And of course, that was her old life. She's become something different and greater now. But even so, there's so much piled on top of that worryingly accurate observation of Rose's, so much that comes from who and what Rei has been made by living that old life for so long, that- that-

A nervous laugh escapes her lips. And another, and another, uncontrollable, uncontainable, because it's that or scream or cry. Her life is different now, a little better, a lot better in some ways, but for so long it wasn't, and… and she can't stop, for a humiliatingly long time. Why can't she stop?

And quite suddenly, Rose- tiny now, fluffy now- floats up to her shoulder, half-spanning it with tiny paws. Given the size difference, it's as close as the fairy can come to a hug. "Shh, shh, it's all right, it's all right…"

Finally, a little bit helped along by Rose's whispers, the laughter stops coming. Forcing herself into seriousness, into formality, Rei straightens, and Rose floats back to stand on the desk.

Ruefully, Rei says what she knows she has to say. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's all right." Rose smiles brightly, waving her hands. "Think nothing of it. You're not the first person I've known to be treated badly for being special… And, well. If you wanted to become a Pretty Cure, I know you'd be good at it!"

Another laugh, this time shorter, escapes Rei. Teacher, teacher, you have NO idea…

"Don't worry, don't worry…" Rose tries to make soothing motions. Rei finds it easier to calm down this time. "I'm serious, Rei, I think you'd be very good at it indeed. And though I have to admit it can be dangerous, there are compensations."

Rei smiles, half-bitterly, realizing that with the outbursts she's just made, she at least has more freedom to talk freely without Rose suspecting anything.

"Magic powers?"

Rose tilts her head. "Would you really think of power- of being strong enough to fight a monster- as a reward for being a Pretty Cure?"

"..." Rei pauses, then shakes her head. "No."

And really… she doesn't. Not even because she has powers of her own, greater ones. But being strong isn't really the point. Rei imagines, for a moment, a world where all that had changed in the last three months was that her friends were together. Without the grand planetary adventures and the Crystal Millennium and the teleportation and the dozens of magical girls all over Japan looking up to the Sailor Senshi. And… she finds that world to be, if not better than the one she has, still a good world. There's a wonderful glory to taking on the mantle of Sailor Mars, yes. But she'd forever rather be Rei Hino with Usagi Tsukino than Sailor Mars without Sailor Moon.

Rose can't know what Rei's thinking right now. But again, she comes strangely close. Or at least, strangely close to what Rei would have been thinking three months ago.

"The kind of person who sees a Pretty Cure's strength as its own reward… They wouldn't be able to use a Light Crystal, anyway. Blue's magic has always seen to that. But nevertheless, we try to take care of the Pretty Cures who take up our cards. We always have. And I can promise you this much: you wouldn't be fighting alone. There will be others, alongside you. Or we wouldn't ask you to go at all."

Rei takes a deep breath, trying not to let Rose's words get to her, the way she knows they very well might have, three months ago. She still doesn't know precisely what this is about. She knows that there are a lot of different kinds of Pretty Cures, and that this is none of the ones she's heard of so far.

Who is Rose, really? Who is Blue? Are they truly fighting two groups of straightforwardly evil monster-conjuring foes, the Dark Kingdom being one of them? Or is some of this a cover for something worse? Are they somehow doing their own version of what Luna suspects Fudo Kazanari of doing on his own, perhaps? Kazanari, who she knows is an enemy of her father's, not because he's different but because he's essentially the same? The man who is, to Rei, so obviously trying to create a magical army to do his own bidding, starting with his school and his swordswoman granddaughter?

Could 'Blue' be like that? Well, there's one way to start finding out.

Rei nods, slowly. "...Right. But 'saving the world' is… that could mean a lot of things. You talked about the Dark Kingdom and this 'Phantom Empire.' What would we be doing, exactly?"

Rose shakes her head softly. She sounds strangely- Rei shies away from thinking the word 'motherly.' She sounds strange for such a tiny creature.

"...I can think of times when I wish I'd had a team lead like you, dear… But that's not an answer, and you deserve one, of course, of course. It's like I said. Blue has opposed many dangers and enemies across the years, but at this time, he worries mainly about two great dangers to the world."

Rei thinks. "Phantom Empire' rings a bell- but nothing specific. Something about an overseas news story. So much has happened lately that Rei can't quite remember it all. But the Dark Kingdom? Rei isn't quite sure how to sound like she isn't very familiar with them and their works. She settles for doing what she's often seen work in the classroom before: letting Rose fill her silence and finish her sentence for her.

"The Phantom Empire and the Dark Kingdom. Which is…"

"Some of the news in Japan calls them the 'DK Gang,' as I said. They are much more than just a gang, though. Worldwide in reach, and darkly evil, and incredibly dangerous- and something to stay away from, without a strong team at your side, to say the least! And the Phantom Empire is dangerous too. I'd prefer to explain about them first, if you don't mind."

Rei nods, listening intently. Part of her wants to listen- there's something in Rose's voice. And this… this is gathering intelligence, for her friends, too.

"It begins with something called the Box of Axia. Now, this was long ago, before I was made, but we've all been told the story. Even then, Blue worked alongside other groups of Pretty Cures that he had raised up, and sealed various people and things that would bring destruction to the world inside the Box of Axia. Devils, malicious sorcerers, pieces of something Blue calls the 'Shikon Jewel' that granted terrible powers, things like that." Rose stops. Her little beady eyes narrow slightly. "...You know that name, don't you?"

Oops!

"I… I've only heard of such a thing. There was a legend I heard about, from another shrine maiden, when we met once. I haven't seen her in months." Not technically lying. Not technically lying.

"Oh! Well. It hasn't been so long that the legends would have passed entirely, I suppose, though… I don't know any fairies who remember that long ago, and I don't think any of the old ones from when I was made knew anyone that old, either. It's been four or five hundred years, I'd think. Anyhow, one day, not long ago, Axia was opened, and some of those people and things were released. Thankfully only some, it seems. The leader of the escape was Queen Mirage, and she especially hates us- Blue, us fairies, and the Pretty Cure. I suppose that's… understandable…" Rose sags a little. "Blue blames himself, I can tell."

Interesting. And worrying. "What did 'Queen Mirage' do?"

"The kind of things that I for one think would explain why someone wanted to put her in a box! She and her followers attacked and conquered the Blue Sky Kingdom- a small kingdom of people who live in another dimension, which can be reached from Earth. Friends of ours. And after the Phantom Empire's forces completed their conquest, they started unleashing the Saiarks upon the Earth. These are powerful monsters fueled by the evil power to make despair and misery from human happiness. They can change or ruin the land around them just by existing. Some of that's been… alluded to on the news. It's why we're fighting them. Fighting them all over the world."

Rei has a thought, for a moment, of trying to act as if she was playing a role in a play. But… she's not really an actress. And maybe it's because Rose has spent so long pretending to be a teacher that she thinks like one, but she seems to like explaining things, even if she's paused. So… maybe just a question would be enough to keep her going?

"All over the world? Have you been… doing that? Personally, I mean?"

Rose smiles and- her voice sounds like that of a grown woman, but her laugh is a tiny, high-pitched little giggle that brings a bit of a smile to Rei's lips. "Oh, of course not! I wouldn't be able to stay here in Tokyo teaching if I were flitting all over. Blue has many of us fairies working for him. I came here because of other events Blue was worried about, months ago. He thought he might need to recruit a team here in Tokyo then, because of Dark Kingdom activity- this was before they started making the public news. But then the Phantom Empire appeared. The Phantom Empire hadn't attacked Japan- well, not much. And while Blue's attention had turned elsewhere… Well, I asked for permission to stay here in case he changed his mind." The little fairy wobbles, taking flight for a moment in a strange sort of full-body shrug. "But it was only a short time ago that I received orders to look for talent and actually really try to put a team together in Tokyo. Which is why I spoke to you at lunch on Monday, you see."

Rei feels a scowl cross her face- concern, the hint that a new enemy may be on the horizon, to add to the already enormous trouble they have with the Dark Kingdom, with Onogoro, with the Pretty Cure villains and Oblivion and worrying about the Jewel Seeds. "So… Do you expect the Phantom Empire to come back to Tokyo? It sounds like Blue changed his mind, the way you expected…"

Rose's nose crinkles, just a little bit, at that. It takes her a moment to answer. "Maybe. We're not sure what to expect, right now. The other half of the worldwide dangers is on Blue's mind, too."

"...The Dark Kingdom." Rei says it flatly, and can't keep the hate out of her voice.

But Rose just nods sadly. "They've done some terrible things, yes. And…" She pauses. "Listen. I really believe that you could be one of the finest Pretty Cure I've ever seen, but I hope you understand that the Dark Kingdom are something very serious. We're still not sure what to do about them. Here and there, around the world, we've run into their forces. Like the Saiarks, their ordinary monsters, the youma, are mostly within the power of a team of Pretty Cures to fight- carefully. But…" She falls silent again.

"What's wrong?"

"There have been times when our teams were lucky to get away alive. And Blue says the Dark Kingdom can be much, much worse than they are now. That he's seen them worse. I… I don't know if I should be telling you this, but I owe it to you, Rei. I don't want to lie to you. Blue may be a god or a man and I'm not sure it matters, but the Dark Kingdom… I think they frighten him. The Phantom Empire, he blames himself for, more than I think he should. But the Dark Kingdom… Lord Blue talks about them like he recognizes them. Like he knows some of their secrets, and those secrets scare him. If you become a Pretty Cure… don't go looking for them, not right away, not until we have a better plan. Maybe Blue can work out some special spells. He's managed it before."

Rose, for all her little charms and kindnesses, seems genuinely shaken.

Rei stops, trying to take all of that in, and… something that she could imagine the Rei of three months ago saying, however strange it seems to her now, comes to mind. Something that can only be a joke now, and that might have been a joke then.

Smiling dryly, softly, Rei raises an eyebrow. "Ma'am, it sounds as though you're trying to warn me not to become a Pretty Cure."

And Rose just… slumps, under the weight of that little bitty backpack that's nonetheless bigger than she is. "I wouldn't ask anyone to do this, who worried about the danger. And I've done this enough times that I can no longer approach a girl without trying to warn her. I promise you, I will never think less of you, if you tell me "no" because of the danger. No one should. Maybe it's true, and you should…"

Rei's smile stiffens a bit. "But someone has to, and who else will?"

Rose looks down at the desktop she's standing on, and says nothing.

And then Rei decides that perhaps she should be sounding out the little fairy, too. "What about the Sailor Senshi?"

"You've heard of them too, of course. Well, they do advertise so much more than we do, I suppose… there's something you should know about them."

"Oh?"

"...I was the one to tell Lord Blue about the Sailor Senshi, that they were here in Tokyo. And about their 'Crystal Millennium' company." Rose does another one of her flying full-body shrugs. "I saw a story on the news, first, and a few things in the newspaper, later. I thought he should know. But… well, what he said to me was that he remembers the Sailor Senshi. That they looked almost exactly as we see them today on the news, in the days when he was young. And just to be very clear here, Lord Blue was not a young man at the beginning of recorded Japanese history, so that is a very long time ago, indeed…"

Rei freezes as she hears that fact. Blue remembers the old Senshi? Rose, perhaps not surprisingly, completely misinterprets that.

"Don't worry, dear. He's very approachable and very reasonable about most things… but he is old, and has his ways, even if he doesn't look it. But Blue told me that he remembers the ancient Sailor Senshi dying, in a terrible disaster that I don't think he could bear to say more about. He's… quiet about some things, especially when he has regrets."

Rei is… not sure how to handle that. Except, perhaps, to try and present the truth, if only as a lucky guess…

"Could they have somehow been reborn?"

"It would be nice to think so, I suppose. But I've never heard of such a thing happening. And… there's another possibility, one that Blue seems quite convinced of."

And that takes Rei aback, but Rose hardly seems to notice.

"You see… Blue did tell me that the only people he knows are still alive who would know much of anything about the Sailor Senshi, who might have anything to do with Tokyo, are the Dark Kingdom. He thinks it's some kind of Dark Kingdom trick. So… be careful there, too, I suppose."

Rose… does not sound entirely convinced. She's said, before, that Blue can be wrong, and she seems to believe it. At the same time… if there are Pretty Cure fairies, fairies who apparently are working with an entire Pretty Cure army of some kind, flitting around warning girls that the Sailor Senshi are a Dark Kingdom front, then that… that is more trouble than Rei can think of a way to deal with right away.

Rose draws herself up- seemingly without meaning to, she levitates a few centimeters off the tabletop for a moment before settling back down to stand on it. "It's like I said. I wouldn't blame you if you said no, with things the way they are. Things have gotten very dangerous, and even when we do our best to keep Pretty Cures safe from harm, it's… not, always."

Rei nods slowly. "That's… good. Though I'll be honest, ma'am-" should I still call the tiny fairy 'ma'am? "If I were the kind of person who worried first about being safe, would you have talked to me at all?"

Rose flinches a little, which is mostly noticeable because of the movement of her enormous pack. "...You know, I think you may already understand being a Pretty Cure better than some girls who have been doing it for months. I won't ever think less of you for saying 'no,' Rei, and all I ask is that you not reveal me to the school administration as being… not human. But I think I wasn't wrong to think you'd be good at it. Would you like some time to think it over?"

That sounds… good. Definitely good. She needs to talk to Usagi. And Luna. And probably other people. Phobos and Deimos? Maybe even Grandpa? People.

She nods silently.

"Well, that's fine, dear." Rose twists, surprisingly flexibly, and reaches into the giant backpack. She rummages briefly and pulls out a little sparkling crystal, about two centimeters across. "This is a Light Crystal. If you hold it, make a wish to contact me, and speak into it, I'll hear you. Think of it as a bit like a pager."

Rei reaches out and takes the magic stone. "Is this…"

Rose smiles. "I have a small collection. Don't worry. You deserve the time to make up your mind without pressure, and-" she manages a deft little twirl using her pack as a counterweight- "I don't see any Saiarks out the window. Just go home. Get some rest. This can wait a little while."

"I promise not to tell the school about you."

Not, Rei suspects, that they'd believe her, but… it seems only fair. She's sure, somehow, that whatever may be said for or against this Blue, and what Blue and Rose are doing and how they are doing it, that Rose in particular means well.

Rose smiles gratefully.
 
Strangely Familiar Part 3
Strangely Familiar?
Chapter 3

Rei opens her mouth, then stops. "Let me back this all back up and start from the beginning. It's going to get confusing if I don't. So, it started after class. Monday at lunch, Sister Rose- one of the teachers, mentioned that she wanted to speak with me. I wasn't going to ignore a teacher like that and there was something strange about her that I thought I should follow up on, too. But things were really crazy on Tuesday and Wednesday- you know."

Luna nods. "It was very good of you to try and do the things Usagi had been planning to do, by the way. But I can see why you'd be letting other things wait until later."

"She needed the help… well. Today, after school, I went to Sister Rose's office, and she asked me a bunch of questions, and then…"


It takes quite a while for Rei to finish. Several times, Luna stops her to ask if she can try to remember Rose's exact words. Sometimes, Rei remembers; sometimes, she doesn't. It doesn't have the same harsh edge as being questioned by the detective, Shibuya, but it does start to wear on the girl.

Near the end of it all, Luna says something that really surprises Rei.

"I'm guessing that this 'Rose' gave you a Light Crystal so you could contact her."

Rei's eyes widen. "...How did you know?"

"Because the same thing happened to Usagi and Naru on Monday afternoon, just before you went to Choshi City."

"What?"

"It certainly does seem that Blue operates on a rather larger scale than the Pretty Cure teams we've seen so far." Luna sighs. "I do hope they're not just asking everyone who might possibly qualify; there has to be some limit. And by the way, you probably don't want to be carrying around, as Sailor Mars, a device that works like one of those 'tracking bugs' Usagi's father tells me about. The ones he mentioned aren't magical, but this 'Light Crystal' of yours is."

Bugged? Oh. Oh no. "Do you mean someone could have been listening in on us?"

"I don't think so, no, not unless you wanted them to. Not if it's like the other two- which I'd better check, of course. The ones I saw seem to be designed to let the fairies find the ones they give them to, but not to spy on what the girl's doing when the fairies aren't around. My advice is to leave the thing here at the shrine and carry it back and forth to school, or not at all- you can always tell Rose that you don't see the point in keeping the crystal to talk to her when she's right there in the building with you."

Rei walks over to her bag and fishes out the crystal Rose gave her. She stares at it for a moment, then sets it down on the desk. "All right. So… what now?"

"Here's what I think. Boshi, the fairy that approached Usagi, seemed to be saying that he was waiting for more recruits before he'd be ready to talk with this 'Blue' about empowering a team. It may very well be that since Rose and Boshi were operating in the same area, that they'd be adding their recruits together. That's one thing. Second, even before what you told me Rose told you, the fact that Boshi tried to warn Usagi and Naru away from the Crystal Millennium building already made me wonder what Blue knew about Sailor Senshi, and what he thinks he knows about you today- in your capacity as the Senshi, that is."

"Rose made it sound like Blue's afraid of the Dark Kingdom. Not that I blame him…" Rei shakes her head. "But I can't quite understand how he's talked himself into thinking that we're some kind of Dark Kingdom plot."

"Perhaps fear of the Dark Kingdom is enough to make him paranoid…" Luna trails off, lost in thought.

Rei takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. "Maybe we- or Usagi, Naru, and me- should be trying this just so we can keep an eye on him. If he's… unpredictable, somehow, it'd be better for us to know it sooner rather than later."

"True. But on the other hand, I don't know if it would be possible to do all this without letting anyone know that you're Sailor Mars, Rei. And Usagi and Naru would have similar problems. Before we can make a plan, we're going to need to talk with them… but before we talk with them, I want to make sure I've got the facts straight as best I can by talking to you- and to you two, I suppose," Luna says, with a twitch of her head to point to Phobos and Deimos where they sit on the windowsill. She sounds amused and tolerant, and Deimos rewards her with a grumble.

"We're not from Earth, and the fairy realms' affairs were something we watched from the wrong end of the telescope, back on Mars. But I'd always thought that Pretty Cures used artifacts gifted to the realms by Queen Selene, with a small number provided to each of many different realms or powers. From what Rei's told us, all the teams that have shown up so far have a small number of members, each powered by a different source. It sounds like this 'Blue' is doing something different. Do you know anything about that, Luna?"

"I… I didn't pay that kind of thing that much attention back in the old days, but what little I remember hearing matches what you heard. I'd certainly never heard of any one force having enough of the items of power to raise up an army, even a small one, the way it sounds as if Blue can."

Phobos tilts her head. "Do you think he somehow found the secret of making the items of power himself?

Deimos looks at Phobos rather sharply. "But those came from Queen Selene!"

Phobos shrugs. "I know." Both of them look to Luna.

Luna notices their gaze, and takes a moment to think. "Hm. To make such things in great numbers, so that they could be used by such a wide variety of people across- we're told- hundreds of years… I don't know what level of skill and power it would take to make and sustain them… If this 'Blue' had reached a level where he could do that himself, with no special circumstances involved, that he'd be enough of an enchanter to be worried less about confronting the Dark Kingdom than it sounds as though he is. Maybe he's overestimating what they're capable of today, compared to what we've seen. Or he may have other advantages that let him do more than he'd normally be capable of, when it comes to raising up Pretty Cures and using this 'Box of Axia.' I don't think there's any way to be really sure, not yet."

Rei suddenly jerks in surprise as the realizations fall into place. "That was it! I knew I'd heard 'Phantom Empire' before! The international bunch. I remember wondering if they were going to try anything with us, weeks ago. I didn't give them any thought since then." Rei shrugs. "We had other stuff going on, I guess. Now, I know more… Sister Rose talked about them. And she also warned me about the Dark Kingdom, which she thinks is very dangerous to Pretty Cures… so I have to give her points for being right about that, I guess."

Rei shrugs. "It sounds like we don't have much of a clue at all about him, really. Hm. Hm." She looks directly to Phobos and Deimos, who straighten up attentively as soon as her gaze turns to them. "Maybe we could get a few clues somehow. It could be that Blue's a deity or a spirit. Or maybe he's just an ordinary wizard- a very old one- and little flying backpack fluffies worship him anyway. If he makes them in a magic cauldron like Rose talked about, maybe it doesn't make much difference to them whether he's a man or a god. But either way, have you two either of you heard of anyone like him?"

Her friends have taught her a great many things. Maybe they can help her here?

"Hmmm." The crows- Rei can't help but think of them that way, even now that she knows about their fairy forms- look at each other.

"Hmmm." They look away.

They look at each other again, speaking in unison. "HmmmMMmmMMM… I… Well, maybe?"

Phobos tilts her head to one side. "There's Vishnu… or was it Krishna? One of them was called the Blue. Or was blue. That's what that nice wind spirit said a hundred and fifty years back, anyway."

Deimos cups her mouth, frowning thoughtfully. "Or there was the one who came by a few months before the earthquake. She mentioned a djinn who tells great jokes. And called him 'Big Blue…' "

"Didn't she say that djinn disappeared in the Fade, though? Hmm. Plenty of oni are blue."

"This doesn't sound like an oni's style. No… um, wait. Was Osiris blue?"

"I think we're getting off track. We're looking for someone named Blue. Not someone who is blue, or just a nickname. This guy actually calls himself 'Blue.' "

Phobos huffs. "Well, then. I'm afraid I've got nothing."

"Me neither." Deimos sighs.

Rei nods thoughtfully. "Right, then. Whoever he is, man or spirit, if he's been on Earth long, he's not exactly advertising himself to the entire world. And Luna, you don't know of anyone who might have ended up like this, either? From back before the Fall?"

Luna shakes her head. "I knew a few people here or there who I could imagine using 'Blue' as a pseudonym, I really doubt any of them would get up to commanding little fairies to seek out a small army of magical girl warriors this way. Even if they… did survive." Luna sighs. "Which is not likely."

Rei impulsively rises to her feet, approaching Luna with outstretched arms. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

Luna leans against Rei's arms for a moment, silent, shivering slightly, clearly needing the hug. Before long, she shifts a little, pulling back and refocusing. "It's… it's all right. We should concentrate on the business at hand."

With a certain eagerness to change the subject, Rei nods. "The business at hand… hm. So, that's about four things."

She begins to count on her fingers by folding her thumb. "First, Blue's fairies have scouted me, Usagi, and Naru. Have they talked to anyone else yet, or were we the first? Are they waiting on us?"

Luna wriggles. They're obviously recruiting around the world, of course, but that's not what you meant. It's hard to say who else they might have talked to in Tokyo, especially if they're warning girls away from the Crystal Millennium and the Senshi."

"Right… which is the second thing." Rei folds her index finger to her palm. "What does Blue know about us, about the Silver Millennium and the Dark Kingdom, and what does he think he knows about us?"

"And what does he know he doesn't know, and what will he do to find out? I'll be worrying about it- I already was…" Luna's laugh sounds a little less human than her voice, but only a little.

Rei folds her middle finger inward. "Thanks. Third, the Phantom Empire itself. That matters, though I think Rose is right and they haven't attacked Japan yet?"

Luna nods. "I looked into that some time ago. From what news reports I've found, their Saiarks are nearly always giants with big round heads, featureless faces, and very large sunglasses. There's a total of one incident I can find anything about here in Tokyo that might fit the description, and even that one's not a perfect match. It could be an unusual Saiark attack, or something else that's superficially similar. Either way, it was an isolated event rather than the start of a trend; the Phantom Empire seems to be leaving Japan alone for now."

Rei folds her ring finger. "Good for us… and it sounds like they're less of a danger to the world than the Dark Kingdom, so we should probably leave them to Blue. But then there's those Shikon Jewel pieces… which is number four."

Luna nods once again, clearly agreeing. "There is that. Whatever we do about Blue, we should probably take this seriously as a lead on those Shikon Jewel fragments. Kagome will want to know."

Rei tries to gather what she can remember, what she was told months ago by Kagome herself at this very shrine, what she's been told by Ami and Usagi since then, and by Naru's secondhand gossip and stories from some of the yokai the girl's spoken to.

"Hm. I know Kagome has a special knack for purifying and restraining the Shikon Jewel shards. But I don't know exactly how many of the fragments there are. Kagome said there were 'many, dozens,' and I don't know how many Blue's got. It could be two or three out of a hundred, or five or six out of thirty. Did she give any of you a more precise number, or a full explanation of what she has in mind for them?"

Luna sighs. "Not… really. But however many of these pieces Blue got, they may be in the hands of the Phantom Empire now."

Phobos waves an arm. "Hey, the things have a terrible reputation for causing trouble, don't they? Maybe even the Phantom Empire decided they'd rather leave them alone!"

Deimos grunts. "When have we ever been that lucky?"

Rei winces. If the Shikon Jewel's pieces can amplify spells and powers, the way Kagome and some of Naru's yokai friends have said, then she certainly hopes the Phantom Empire isn't using them for anything. But how would she know? Maybe that's the reason they can keep up their attacks across the world in the first place. This is… a lot. She rubs the bridge of her nose and leans back.

"Deimos?"

"Yeah?"

"Next time I go out shopping, remind me to get a whiteboard for times like this. And a planner with a nice lock on it."

The fairy nods, then stops and thinks. "Luna? There's something… wait, why are you staring at Rei?"

Luna is looking at Rei quite strangely. "Rei? You have the communicator. You can just use it…"

Rei blinks at the non sequitur. She knows the communicators can do all kinds of things, but… "I'm sorry, what?"

Luna's head sinks down onto her leg. "Right, I keep forgetting that you didn't grow up with anything like them. I can probably show you how to use it as a planner, and maybe as a replacement for one of these 'white boards' you're talking about. Deimos, you should have caught that." She sniffs superciliously.

And Deimos does indeed seem a bit embarrassed. "Now that you mention it, you're right."

Phobos pats Deimos on the shoulder. "Honey, it's been about three hundred something years since we saw anything like the things, and we've spent the entire time since getting used to people who keep track of stuff using rocks and sticks. I think we have an excuse."

"All of this would be so much easier if Kagome had a communicator, too…" Luna mutters wistfully, "But Usagi's only mentioned seeing Kagome at school three times since the last time we, ah, crossed paths with her in the line of duty, as it were. And that was about two months ago."

Rei nods slowly. "That's true. We haven't heard much from her. I'd be more worried if it weren't for that wolf yokai, 'Momo,' the one Naru mentioned, reassuring us… and Naru telling us she's still around at school at least once in a while. Almost anything could happen to her, and we'd never really know."

Luna twists, rubbing her paw against her cheek. "Well, Artemis is making more communicators now. There's no reason we can't give Kagome one, as far as I know. Along with, of course, any shards of the Jewel that might have escaped her in the present day."

Phobos giggles. "It's a good thing she jumps back and forth from the past to the present all the time; she can bring the fragments back from the present to the past and destroy them all in one go back there."

Luna stiffens in alarm. "This is starting to sound like a time paradox."

"Oh, sweetie, it's all right. I'm used to it. You waited out the last ten thousand years in an ice cube instead of getting thrown beyond the stars; it's only natural that you'd still think of time as needing to make any sense. It's easier if you don't try to force it."

Deimos nods sagely. "Don't think about it too much."

Phobos beams. "I certainly don't! Lightness of mind, that's me!"

Deimos' expression collapses into a sour frown. "I don't think that's what the Five Great Mountain Sages meant by that phrase..."

"Well, I think it's exactly what they meant, so there!"

Rei looks at Phobos curiously. "Hang on. Has it really been ten thousand years, since the Fall?"

Phobos shrugs. "How should I know? Like I said, the two of us spent all but the last few centuries of that time doing loop-de-loops in the Starless Sea. It sure wasn't that long for us. For all I know, the entire time from when Lady Tyr sent us to go ahead and wait for you and oh, say, the birth of your Nobunaga could have been one unreasonably busy afternoon."

Deimos is just staring at her, now, and Phobos turns, with a tiny, miniature smirk of I know just how ridiculous and audacious that was, and I know you know, and you're awestruck, and I know that too. Because that was peak Phobos, just now.

Rei realizes that today, her friends haven't changed, but somehow, they are more free. It seems as though assuming their tiny human forms for the first time in so long has taken some kind of pressure off them. She's glad for them.

Luna, meanwhile, has taken the pause to regain her composure. "If all of that can wait for later… We still have Shikon Jewel pieces to think of. Kagome has a way to handle them individually, but she needs to gather them up to put an end to them all at once. Rei, if I remember rightly, did you say she told you back in- May, I think, early May- that she keeps the fragments in a jar in a lockbox by her bed for safekeeping? It seems a little careless."

Rei pauses, then tilts her head thoughtfully. "The way she said it, it's very hard to sense their energy from any real distance if you don't have a special connection to them, and the seal tags she's got around the inside of the lockbox help to muffle that even further. And all the yokai who are looking for the Shards are back in the past, and as far as we know no one knows to look for them in the present."

"I don't know. At least a few of them are still around- as with that mask-thing Naru ran into, and the one Minako apparently found and didn't know what to do with. The one that ended up in police headquarters with a note saying "DO NOT TOUCH" taped to it."

"Oh, yeah, that one…" Rei nods in recognition.

Luna frowns, suddenly focusing in on the question. "What happened to it, anyway?"

"She didn't tell you?"

"...I should ask Artemis if she told him. Keeping track of things is a mess."

"Well, Minako told me that she got THAT one to Kagome's house last week, and her grandfather loaned her the key and she dropped it in the jar with the others. And… hm. It's funny, she said. We keep hearing that their power calls out to people who touch them and tries to corrupt them. And she says she's met things like that- some day we've got to get her to tell us the whole story about the German violin- but the Shikon Jewel piece wasn't doing anything like that to her. She felt like it was sort of trying to poke her or something, but that it couldn't quite connect for some reason."

Luna sighs. "Well, that's one problem taken care of- and a stroke of good luck. But in any case, between that, the mask-monster, and now Blue, we know some of the Shards are around in the present day. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch for someone who knows or learns about them to be actively trying to hunt them down in the present, too. Onogoro has been around since the days when they were active, after all, if nothing else…"

That… is true. But something about the observation bothers Rei. It takes her a moment to put her finger on it- "Remember that history book Ami talked to us about? I don't think most people in the Imperial Ministry know about the Shikon Jewel. And even if maybe some of them do, they'd have to know roughly where and when to find pieces if they wanted to hunt for it. Suppose Kagome succeeds. Onogoro might 'know' all the pieces were destroyed five hundred years ago, then."

"That's true. Still, it might be a good idea to try and find some way to secure the things better- if we can help her with that. It sounds like right now, she's relying on no one knowing they're there and no one being able to sense them from a long way off. I'm… not happy with that."

Rei shrugs. "Well, it's probably the best solution she has. I'm not sure how I could do things much differently, in her position. If the shards really can corrupt people who touch them, then she can't very well take her chances handing them over to MCAT or something like that."

Luna gives her closest equivalent to a human shrug. "I see what you mean. Still, we can at least talk to her, if she's not away in- the past. Maybe we can find a way to help, though I'm not sure just offering to keep the things in our building would be an improvement from her point of view."

Rei imagines what she'd want done in Kagome's position. She feels a certain strange commonality with the older girl, even though her troubles, her adventures, and her situation are so different. What offer would she accept… hm. Maybe- "I wonder how Usagi would feel about leaving the box on the moon." Rei suddenly feels a smirk twist her lips.

Phobos and Deimos laugh; Luna's humor is more dry. "I don't suppose that would make it easier for most people to go looking for the things. To put it mildly. And Kagome goes to Usagi's school; maybe she knows if Kagome's around at the moment?"

"Or we could talk to her grandfather directly and leave a message. I think he knows about what she's doing, doesn't he?"

"That might be worth doing if Kagome's not around to be spoken to herself. But we were planning to talk to Usagi and Naru soon, anyway. To work out what to do about this Blue business."

Rei nods, raising her wrist and communicator halfway to her lips. "I'll call them."



Rei wouldn't dream of admitting it out loud, but it fills her with a certain quiet happiness that when she tells Usagi that she needs to talk with her, Usagi appears in her bedroom, stepping out of thin air amid a swirl of distorted light with Naru in tow, in- by the clock- just about three minutes.

She'd do that for any of her Senshi, surely, any of her friends, but… she'd do that for Rei.

"So, you said that you had something import-" Usagi starts to say, before she blinks. "Oh. There you are, Luna! Artemis was looking for you, though I guess it wasn't important enough to call. And… Uhh… Hiiii?"

Something, some combination of things, whether it's the place, or the company, or the sight of two tiny fifteen-centimeter women in strange little fairyland singlets sitting on Rei's windowsill, seems to bring a change across Usagi in mid-sentence. Her transformation doesn't drop- there's nothing large or obvious like that. But Sailor Moon, princess of the Moon, protector of Tokyo and points beyond, leader of the Sailor Senshi, seems to fall away, leaving only Usagi Tsukino, as dear and close a friend as Rei's ever had, a girl who just happens to have a lot of magic at her gloved fingertips.

Rei chuckles. "You've met Phobos and Deimos before, but they had more feathers then."

And that is all it takes. With a quiet 'ah,' Usagi kneels and extends a finger towards the windowsill, apologizes for not introducing herself properly last time, and- after a fashion, shakes Phobos and Deimos' tiny hands. Well, hand to fingertip.

On balance, Rei decides, she shouldn't be surprised at how smoothly Usagi took that revelation. To Rei, it's a side of her crow companions that she'd never known about. To Usagi… it's just another of the unexpected developments of the last three months. And there have been so many of those that they simply don't carry the same jolt that they used to.

Naru watches Usagi's polite exchange with the crows, waiting just long enough that she's not talking over Usagi before she turns to Rei. She tilts her head curiously. "Was there something you needed to ask about, Rei?"

"Just after school, I ran into my own version of- what did you say his name was, Luna?"

"Boshi."

"Right, Boshi. Who tried to recruit me the same way. Rose did, that is." Rei smiles wryly. "Maybe I should have told her that I'm well supplied with charming flying magical friends, but I thought I should call Luna first, and Luna told me about what happened to you…"

Usagi matches Rei's smile. "We've got magical girl talent headhunters going around, don't we?"

"Yeah." Rei sighs. "I don't know what to do about this, Usagi. It's not like we really have the time to do even more things at once. And if we told Blue 'yes,' well, it sounds like he's afraid of the Sailor Senshi, right?"

Usagi giggles briefly. "Boshi warned me about scary girls like me, yeah."

"So if Blue's Pretty Cures work like normal Pretty Cures, we'd have to either hide ourselves from little fairies who'd be trying to work with us all the time, or we'd have to reveal ourselves to at least one fairy and hope they'd cover for us. Rose sounded like she wasn't completely unreasonable and I guess we might be able to talk her around, but… I'm not sure. And even then, someone would know the Sailor Senshi's secret identities, even if Rose has done all this with Pretty Cures before, which I'm pretty sure she has. She seems kind of… experienced at this." For some reason, Phobos and Deimos flinch, and while Rei doesn't see Luna's reaction, she does see Usagi step over to pet her. "I'm sorry, everyone. I didn't mean that way. Phobos, Deimos, I don't know what I'd have done without you all these years, except cry a lot more…"

A moment passes, and Usagi lets Luna go. "Yeah, I can see why saying 'yes' to Blue could cause us a bunch of trouble. I'd been worried about that myself." She looks at Rei, and her eyes narrow a bit, then widen as she smiles. "But there was a 'but' coming, wasn't there?"

Rei isn't quite sure how to put it- until Naru steps in.

"I think I know what it is. It's what happens if we say 'no,' isn't it?"

Rei nods. "If we don't do this, then Blue's fairies will keep looking. They're bound to find someone eventually. And then they'll be warning those girls- their new Pretty Cures- that the Sailor Senshi are probably a Dark Kingdom plot and dangerous to everyone they get close to. Which will mean they're worried about MCAT too, and… Well, I'm sure the Imperial Ministry would love to have something like that to shout about."

Naru shrugs. "Boshi wasn't exactly their number one fan, so that might not be as much of a problem. But it would still be, uh…"

Usagi smiles wearily. "One more thing to worry about."

"Yeah. So… maybe we should try and get ahead of this. I don't know about trying to be a Pretty Cure. I don't know if we even can do that, and I definitely don't know whether we should..."

As Rei trails off, she notices Naru staring off into space. The girl's brow is furrowed in concentration, and she's tilted her head to one side. Rei wonders what she's thinking.

"Naru? Was there…?"

Naru jerks, startled, blinking several times before her eyes focus on Rei. "I just… A thought hit me. We don't know if Sailor Senshi can become Pretty Cure… but I don't sail." A strange smile twists her lips. "And I've been thinking about this for a while now. Part of it, since we met Boshi on Monday, and part of it for longer. I don't like to fight. It's scary. And hurting people, even if they're youma, makes me feel bad, and I just…" She shakes her head and looks down at the ground, crossing her arms in front of herself. "No. I don't like to fight. But… Protecting people. Saving lives. And maybe even… guiding others like Usagi does for you, Rei, and the other Senshi. I think I could do that. I'm not sure, especially because it could wind up affecting you. But I think that part of me… part of me would like to call Boshi and say 'yes.' "

Rei can see Usagi's look of concentration as she thinks that over. She's known Naru far longer, knows her far better. And after only a moment, she asks Naru a quiet question. "Are you sure about this? Even with all your… you know… All-Mother stuff going on?"

Naru's smile develops a slightly sharper edge. "You might say they even connect. I think I'd like to know why Blue hasn't done anything for the yokai. 'Divine protector,' huh? But-" the edge dulls into something a bit broader and more honest. And then… Naru's eyes take on a wicked gleam. "Even without that, Boshi thinks I'd make a Pretty good Pretty Cure."

Rei and Usagi groan in unison. Rei is first to voice the complaint.

"Even Minako has better jokes than that!"

But Rei's smiling when she says it.

Naru, newly arisen creator-goddess that she is, does the mature thing, and blows a raspberry at her friends. But afterwards, she quite suddenly freezes for a split second, and then looks far more solemn.

"But I know what side I'm on. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you or the others, right?"

Usagi reaches out, and before Rei realizes what's happening Usagi's swept both of them into a hug and- Usagi interrupts that train of thought with her slightest word, because Rei couldn't possibly not listen to her right now

"I know, Naru. Don't worry. If you start thinking I'm a Dark Kingdom plot, I'm really doing something wrong!"

Naru laughs, and says no more for now, and the three separate.

Rei takes a moment to collect her thoughts. Then several more of them. "Well, one way or another, maybe we should meet with Blue, to figure out who he is and what he wants, and figure out whether to talk to him about this, to try to keep him in the dark about it but in a safe way, or… something else. I don't know." Rei shrugs. "I don't know, yet."

Usagi starts to nod, then stops, slowly begins to frown, and finally shakes her head. "We totally should. But… I don't think that's going to be a fast conversation, you know?"

Rei frowns. "Yeah…"

"Well, uh. I don't know if I mentioned this, but Setsuna's kind of coming over to my house tonight to play with Mini; we're taking care of her this evening while her dad's doing some kind of weird work thing."

For a moment, Rei knows exactly how this works, and even expects it, and even understands. She can almost hear Usagi say it. But this is important, I'll call Mom and ask her to take care of Mini for me, and Setsuna and her father won't mind and-

But Usagi interrupts her train of thought again. "So… if there were giant monsters with laser eyes or something, that would be different. But this is just…" she waves a hand vaguely. "Politics, image stuff, something like that. So… maybe another time? When we can, I guess."

Naru seems entirely unsurprised. Rei… blinks.

That… was not the thing that Rei was expecting. Not at all. She knows, of course, that Usagi is as unlike her father as it is possible to be while still being a member of humankind. In a few fanciful moments, Rei has even wondered if Usagi is so unlike her father that 'human' isn't good enough for her, so much so as to make her some special, higher, more precious kind of thing.

It is still, quite unexpectedly, something of a shock to hear someone so casually do the exact opposite of what Representative Takashi Hino has done automatically for every day of his life. What even Grandfather has done more times than she likes to admit to herself, if in a less painful way- right now, dear, you run along and have fun with that-

Rei turns away to look out the window and blink the tears out of her eyes, before Usagi has a chance to notice them. But she, unthinking, picked the window Phobos and Deimos are sitting by, and they look back, and…

When she turns back to face her friends, they know. Know something, know much, if not everything.

Usagi… knows. Rei braces herself, dreading the wordless feelings her imagination gives her at what Usagi will say. Because Rei can fool most adults. Rei mostly fooled Rose an hour or so ago. But Rei can't fool her.

But instead of saying anything, Usagi just opens her arms. "Would you like another hug?"

Right now, the answer to anyone in the world but Usagi, even to the crows, probably, would be 'no.' The honest answer to Usagi, Rei knows, is 'yes.' But Naru is… doing something very strange with her eyebrows. And the smirk on Naru's face leaves Rei unsure of how to answer.

Not trusting her words, Rei just gives Usagi a quick nod.

Usagi steps in close, wrapping her arms around Rei for the second time today. Which is when something that Rei never meant to say slips past her lips. "Hey, Usagi… Thank you. For being such a good mom."

"Uh, okay?" Usagi sounds a little confused, though she's clearly accepted the high and richly deserved praise Rei had never really expected to give.

After a few moments that send Rei's thoughts into a giddy shivering whirlwind, moments Rei wishes could extend just a little longer, she- it's been- it's been long enough. She finally takes a breath, and pulls back from Usagi.

Rei isn't sure why Naru seems so… satisfied. But- Usagi starts talking.

"So, I don't have to get home for a while yet; is there somewhere you need to be, Naru?"

"Mom expects me home for dinner in an hour and a half, but that's it."

"Well, we should probably talk a little more. There's a lot going on, and…"



Unnati has informed the Senshi that the Ministry of Onogoro are planning on attacking the MCAT headquarters late this evening, at around 11:45 p.m. The Senshi have, of course, passed on the warning.

Did Usagi inform Samui that a major goal of this attack was to draw out the Senshi and attempt to seal them the way that many Kami have been?
[ ][Trap] Let MCAT know
- MCAT may try to tell the Senshi to stay away. Neither the Senshi nor MCAT know how well MCAT can handle the Onogoro attack without Senshi help.
[ ][Trap] Do not inform MCAT that this is a trap for you
- If there is anything MCAT could do to help the Senshi in the event that the trap works on them, MCAT will not be prepared to do so. If it is discovered that the Senshi withheld this information, it may affect the relationship with MCAT in complicated ways that are hard to predict.

***

It's very likely that MCAT will ask for Senshi support unless they know of a reason not to, of course. If MCAT does ask the Senshi to stay away, though…
[ ][Partycrashing] Trust Your Allies
- Tell MCAT everything you know, and if they ask you not to intervene directly, then don't. You believe in them. They can do this. There are a lot of wily people in charge at MCAT, and they have plenty of people and options.
[ ][Partycrashing] Never Turn Your Back On A Friend
- You can't just leave them to face this alone. This attack is clearly intended to defeat MCAT's defenses, not just you. Onogoro may be underestimating MCAT, but they may not be. Even Unnati, on Tuesday, couldn't tell Naru what Onogoro will be bringing for this attack. MCAT may need the help badly.

***

Usagi has some information on the Onogoro trap, relayed by Naru from the Indian magician Unnati. However, not even Unnati could predict whether the trap would actually work as intended; she said there were too many unknowns. And there are in fact even more unknowns than she believes, because she thinks the Sailor Senshi are the type of genius loci this type of binding spell is designed for.

Usagi knows that the trap spell is, in and of itself, nonlethal, and is designed to physically limit the movements and powers of a kami without hurting them.

What is Usagi's attitude towards the Onogoro trap?
[ ][Attitude] Ignore
- Usagi has seen any sign of Onogoro having magic capable of seriously threatening the Sailor Senshi under reasonable combat conditions. Why would she expect that to be different now? Deal with the trap when it arises, as it probably won't work, and otherwise don't worry about it. Just do what seems to make sense.
Downside: Not a good plan if the trap actually works.
Upside: Greatest freedom of action, by far the best plan if the trap actually doesn't work.


[ ][Attitude] Spring
- The trap might work, but Onogoro will be expecting it to work in a certain way and will be expecting to spring it under certain conditions… which their enemies now know about. Deliberately try to bait Onogoro into activating the trap, but try to give them a nasty surprise after they think it's working.
Downside: This gives the trap a fairly good chance to affect at least some of the Senshi.
Upside: Onogoro has effectively no chance of affecting ALL the Senshi who are present, high chance of being able to counterattack against the trapping attempt and give Onogoro a nasty surprise.


[ ][Attitude] Evade
- Knowing roughly what she expects the trap to do, Usagi can still try to help MCAT, but in a way that, so far as possible, denies Onogoro a good opportunity to use the trap in the first place.
Downside: This will limit what the Senshi can do to take down the Onogoro forces directly attacking MCAT.
Upside: It will be nearly impossible for Onogoro to spring the trap on all the Senshi who are present, and very difficult for them to be sure of getting any,

[ ][Attitude] Preempt
The best defense is a good offense. Try to stop Onogoro from even being in a position to cast their trap in the first place.
Downside: Exceptionally difficult to do successfully, because of the nature of the trap and the Senshi's balance of skills and abilities. If done in the most effective way possible, the attempt might alert Onogoro that their enemies know they're coming, causing them to abort the attack.
Upside: Might stop Onogoro from even being in a position to cast their trap in the first place. If done in the most effective way possible, the attempt might alert Onogoro that their enemies know they're coming, causing them to abort the attack.
 
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The Midnight Incident - Prelude
The Midnight Incident
Prelude

Thursday Afternoon, June 25
1d100 = 90
[Director Samui asks the Senshi for Help]
When you called Director Samui to check in with her about whether she thought she'd be okay, given the impending Onogoro attack, seemed stiff and rather frightened, though you could tell even over the phone that she was trying to be brave. She said:

"Sailor Moon, I'm more grateful for the warning Crystal Millennium gave us than I could easily explain. That was enormously helpful. If you see this 'Unnati' again, please tell her that we owe her a great debt as well."

Then she stopped for a moment, but somehow you knew she wanted to say more, so you waited and listened.

"I… I have to be honest, Sailor Moon, I know that I have no right to ask this. Not after everything that you've done, not just for the government, but for yokai all across Japan. And I… I understand what you've told us, that you believe this attack is in part a trap designed to- to imprison you, to limit your powers, whether or not you expect it to succeed. But…" she pauses. "Unnati's warning only goes so far as to tell us the scale of this binding ritual, and the numbers they'd need for that alone mean that this attack is going to be powerful. We don't know what to expect. We're still improving our defenses, but I don't know if we can handle a full force attack by the Ministry- not that they've ever had cause to make one in a very long time. So I… no, we would… would very much appreciate any further aid you and your Senshi might be willing to offer. I'm sorry for asking for even more, after all you've done for us this week alone, let alone in the past two months… but we're desperate. I'm desperate."



The Sailor Senshi aren't going to ignore a call for help like that. But who's coming along? Planvotes only. Choose one option from each group on the list.

[ ][PLAN] PLAN NAME GO HERE

[ ] Usagi, who was coming no matter what her parents said
You told your parents. Either they agreed, and you're going after that, or they didn't agree… and you went anyway. Lives are at stake.
OR
[ ] Usagi, but only if her parents approved.
You told your parents, and abided by their wishes, whatever those wishes were.
OR
[ ] Usagi, who didn't tell her parents.
You can literally just vanish from your bedroom in the middle of the night. They probably won't even notice, right? They won't find out until maybe later. Well, probably later. Better to ask forgiveness than to seek permission; lives are at stake. You never promised not to do this, did you?

[ ] Ami, because you asked.
You know perfectly well that she could get through a day in school practically- maybe literally- in her sleep. Her mother is too exhausted from her long shifts to pay much attention to what happens at home that late, and Ami can teleport in and out anyway.
OR
[ ] Not Ami; you didn't ask that.
You could tell she had a certain squirming discomfort about being gone that late on a school night. She'd have done it for you in a heartbeat, but you said it was all right. Also, come to think of it, if something goes wrong and the Onogoro wizards actually do manage to trap you in MCAT headquarters or something, having someone ten times smarter than you are on the outside until you can break out would probably be a good thing.

[ ] Makoto
She volunteered almost immediately. She lives alone, no one will notice her missing, and while she admits it's a school night, she says that getting by the day after can't possibly be worse than that time she had to beat half the 'Hentai Horde' into the dirt before homeroom started. You aren't sure who that is and you suspect you don't want to know, but anyway, you'll be glad to have Makoto with you.
OR
[ ] Not Makoto
You asked her to stay behind. That may not have been the best decision, you admit. But if this sealing trap works… there will need to be someone with raw power and force left behind on the outside of it, to keep up the fight until you can wiggle loose somehow.

[ ] Rei
When Makoto pointed out that no one would notice her missing in the middle of the night, Rei followed up shortly after by saying the same thing. It being a school night doesn't bother her much, any more than it does Makoto.
OR
[ ] Not Rei
You had to get pretty stern before she agreed to stay behind. You could tell she didn't like it. But you had your reasons. Among other things, she knows a lot about shrines, and apparently if Onogoro succeeds, you're going to be stuck in place in a way that has something to do with a kami dwelling at a shrine. She might be able to help you wiggle a lock open or something.

[ ] Minako
She didn't so much "volunteer" as "casually assume she'd be there." When you pointed out that she's living with Miss Sakurada now and all that, she didn't act as though it- or school- was anything particularly important.
OR
[ ] Not Minako
It took you nearly twenty minutes to argue Minako into submission on this, and she didn't like it one bit. She said a few things you hope she didn't mean. But she'll be staying home and getting a full night's sleep. Well, somehow you doubt she'll actually sleep. Or… actually sleep well, you mean. But she'll stay in the spare room in Miss Sakurada's home. You managed that much.

[ ] Haruka and Michiru
They teleported back from Syria very late Wednesday night and, you gather, only got a little sleep before having to go to school today, Thursday morning, and try to explain where they'd been on Wednesday. You don't envy them. But when the time came to have a little call-around about the plans for tonight, Haruka said nothing about any of that. All she said was "we're ready to go if you need us" and Michiru said "that's right." You're glad for the help.
[ ] Neither Haruka nor Michiru
They're very tired, and after all the work they did interfering with the Knights of Oblivion in the Middle East, they deserve some rest. Besides, if something goes wrong at MCAT headquarters, you'll feel better knowing they're still outside any seals and free to act. On some level you know they'd stop at nothing, for your sake.

[ ] Naru
She doesn't especially enjoy fighting, she's much closer to the kind of being Onogoro is expecting to seal, and her mother might well notice her disappearing from her bedroom. Not worth the risk.

Setsuna
You are not bringing her into this. You looped her in on the call just so she'd know what was happening, but she says she learned her lesson on Monday and never once suggested that she'd be coming along.

Minori
Not only no, but HELL NO.
 
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The Midnight Incident - Part 1
The Midnight Incident
Part One

Onogoro Safehouse
9:22 p.m.


The man who abandoned all names other than 'Mr. Nowhere' years ago is not, as a rule, especially pleased to have a wrinkly, foul-smelling old man reach over and clap a hand down on his wrist. But the only spell he knows for reliable telepathic contact without benefit of gadgets is one that works through touch, so it is what it is. Silent, clear communications have their advantages, especially when one of the things you're watching for is…

Well, someone who could be listening into the conversation, otherwise.

Lady Taira's insistence on the strictest possible security protocols for all the ritual and bridgehead sites is, he has to admit, probably appropriate. Today, the Ministry faces by far the greatest challenge to its authority in living memory. And this is a moment for the history books. It's been well over two centuries since the the kami-sealing ritual was used against a subject anywhere near this likely to make serious trouble, or against a subject about whom so little was known, let alone a subject who was both at once.

Granted, MCAT hasn't ever really shown signs of mastering truly sophisticated divination. Certainly nothing that would merit digging so deeply into the Imperial Ministry's full library of counter-scrying methods. Still, better safe than sorry, and Mr. Nowhere can respect a woman who likes to be thorough as a matter of principle.

Of course, there's a price paid. There have been a lot of false positives over the past week. The most consistent has been the gentle fuzzing of the charms, which inexplicably correlates with the rising and setting of the planet Neptune. Given who the Ministry is up against, that one's had three astrologers working overtime for a week, but the effect seems far too weak and irregular to be relevant.

That's not the worst of it, though. At least the astrologers can do their work sitting in a chair. For more earthly intrusions, someone has to go out and take a look.

Again and again, Mr. Nowhere or one of the other Truth Makers has gone out with a team under veils to investigate something, or someone, that might be a spy trying to use magical detection against them. Again and again, they've found false alarms. Like an inconveniently intrusive cat or pigeon sniffing at a largely invisible ward. Or a poor sad schizophrenic with no magical ability at all, reading a poorly drawn horoscope, trying to learn his fortune. Useless, but the man radiated a powerful enough intent to divine that it set off the alarm from a block away.

And then there was the time the investigation team ran into a remarkably nasty hornets' nest in an old unused storage room with a carelessly opened window. That was unpleasant.

Once on Tuesday, Mr. Nowhere found that the detection arrays had been set off by a particularly auspiciously placed bonsai tree.

He made sure to hex the tree. Better safe than sorry.
Agent Tinsnips d10 + 21 + 1 (Modest Preparation)
Vs
Lady Taira d10 + 18 + 4 (Extensive Preparation) - 2 (Really Not Expecting Guests)

7 + 22 = 29
vs
10 + 20 = 30 effective 40

Onogoro Critical Success!
In any case, Mr. Nowhere doesn't particularly like old Morita, but the man's good at monitoring the delicate web of spellwork that, especially now on the eve of the battle, covers the Ministry's prepared ritual sites against intrusion and espionage. So the smell is… worth tolerating. As is the slightly gritty feel of Morita's touch-telepathy.

A thought brushes up against Mr. Nowhere's mind, one that did not come from his own brain.

"I'm getting a tug from Site Nine. I think we're being spied on."

"Are you sure? Remember the tree."

"I'm pretty sure the angle of impact is changing. Seriously, someone should check it out, and it's your turn again."


Mr. Nowhere sighs and nods. "Fine." This duty is a chore, and he can't help but think that he's been assigned a double helping of it as punishment. Still, checking the perimeter is better than having run-ins with glowing teenage girls that can rip doors from their hinges and chew up his magic with horrible figment-devouring hunger enchantments.

He rises, leaves the room, veils himself, and goes off to pick a couple of backup mages.

9:38 p.m.

With the attack being so soon, Mr. Nowhere makes it his business to move quickly. The crystal in his pocket picks up the trace from Site Nine easily enough. It's a kilometer and a half by carefully unremarkable car from the safehouse to the hotel that seems to be the source. A quick compulsion on the desk clerk makes the man quite compliant-
Agent Tinsnips d10 + 21 + 1 (Modest Preparation) = 2 + 22 = 24
Vs
Mr. Nowhere d10 + 17 = 7 + 17 = 24

TIE!
-Suspiciously so. The clerk's memories are an open book, and the story they tell is clumsily written. The clerk remembers a man in a green jacket quite vividly, and no competent agent would have dropped as many hints as that man in green did. Even an incompetent agent would have to verge on parody or insanity to give that many vague, contradictory hints.

Clearly, Mr. Nowhere's target left those hints on purpose, or otherwise implanted false memories in the clerk's mind. Either way, they'll need to comb the hotel, using the crystal's impressions as a guide, rather than relying on whatever the clerk says.

The hotel room the crystal leads him to seems quite ordinary. Too ordinary. Suspicion scratches at Mr. Nowhere's mind, and he casts a few rounds of spells. If there's a compulsion to accept first impressions, it's either very subtle, very weak, or entirely absent and a figment of his overworked and paranoid imagination.

An unremarkable suitcase leans up against one wall of the room. The occupant must have already used the futon today, as it's sprawled diagonally across the… No. The futon was pulled out, and the bedding is rumpled as if used and only vaguely remade afterwards. But- sniff- it almost certainly hasn't been used.

The closet has a few changes of clothing- Western menswear, not that that proves much.

Hm. There's a circle of iron filings sprinkled on the floormats. A few patches of the filings are scuffed, suggesting objects laid down on or adjacent to the main circle. Probably portable items, from the size- ah. Portable pieces of runework, something that could be gathered up and stuffed into a go-bag in a hurry. Mr. Nowhere's heard of such things, though he's never seen them. Could whoever was in this room have realized he'd been detected and decided to leave in a hurry?

Still. Iron circle. And if there was portable runework, the runes were probably something delicate enough to be worth permanently inscribing, not hexagrams or anything so simple, which… whoever was doing this, given the distances and the layout, was probably using Hermetic formalism. Probably.

After several more minutes to finish his search of the room and discussing matters briefly with his assistants, Mr. Nowhere wraps up his conclusions.

"So, we have a site for trance work. Hermetic trance work. We're probably dealing with a Western mage, not a yokai or a renegade Japanese. Perhaps a Russian or an American has picked up on us, but if they were working for MCAT, they'd have no reason to rent a separate hotel room. Our man is a professional and he left nothing personally identifying here; he may not plan to return. But we have no better lead than to stake this place out. I'll go downstairs and rectify the clerk's memories, then find a phone and call in our results to Lady Taira. Ahane, Gomi, make it look like we were never here. I'll be back to check your work soon."

Mr. Nowhere is a competent professional, and does think to check the secondary closet that his man pulled the futon out of before creating a magic circle and lying down.

He even thinks to check the closet walls for visual and tactile illusions.

He does not, however, quite succeed in detecting the illusion covering the especially intricate geometric diagram, done in brushed-on paint over silver stitching on sturdy canvas, taped to the closet wall. That is, he does not find the relay node, such as a magician might use to direct his spells as though they had emerged from its location rather than his own, by meditating upon the relay's twin in his hands.

The twin artifact, in this case, sits in a different, more recently occupied hotel room two kilometers away.

Mr. Nowhere spends the rest of the night of what the newspapers will later call the Midnight Incident staking out an empty hotel room, an expendable cutout location that his quarry now has no intention of returning to for the foreseeable future. But in turn, Sir Frederick Evans, K.R.T., is forced to give up his Thursday evening attempt to learn anything of immediate use about the Imperial Ministry's arrangements in the hours before the attack. By extension, he gives up his hopes of finding any particularly brilliant opportunities to make trouble for them. Instead, he makes other, much humbler plans.



MCAT Headquarters - Military Police Barracks
Thursday, June 25
11:30 p.m.


This building, one of many that MCAT has only begun to fill to capacity with three months of recruitment and expansion, was designed from the beginning as some kind of troop quarters. It may be that only the leading members of the Seiwa Research Society know what agency was originally supposed to occupy these rooms, since the complex as a whole was already nearly finished before MCAT was even conceived as an institution. But since Monday night, these rooms have suited a company of JGSDF military police well enough.

The company usually serves at Camp Asaka, which straddles the Nerima city limits. This unit and its deployment have a… reputation. While Onogoro seldom involves itself with the martial arts traditions, they are not entirely ignorant of that reputation. Lord Nakatomi decided, while replanning the attack on Monday night and Tuesday morning, that this was a force to be taken seriously.

Team One, comprising four mages of the elite 'Truth Maker' order, have, for purposes of tonight's operation, only numbers, not even their usual codenames. A higher than usual proportion of Team One are fully fledged senior operatives- there is only one of the lesser experts who still relies on device-assisted magic to pass the training obstacle courses. And even he, 'Four,' is an eight-year veteran over and above his graduation with honors from the Ministry's official advanced combat training program.

Slipping past a sentry at a door is nothing to such people. Taking up positions in a darkened room where soldiers sleep in bunk-beds is almost second nature, as is casting spells that, once completed and activated, will turn the thoughtless mobs of the uninitiated into weapons in the hands of their temporary masters.

11:38 p.m.

Time to check readiness. Two gives an order, compressed into a single word.

"Green?"

Four voices call out softly in the darkness of the barracks, and hers is the second of them.

"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!!"
"SCHLURP!"

The Truth Makers feel a sudden rush of adrenaline and a chill of alarm: there's a fifth invisible person in here with us!

The voice of 'Two' takes on a dangerous tone. "Explain yourself!"

The mystery voice answers with a soft chuckle. Some simple trick of sonic distortion muffles and baffles the sound so that it seems to come from every direction at once, mocking the team. Then the fifth voice follows his laughter with words, words in utterly local, utterly common Shitamachi dialect, no less.

"I'm drinking a cup of some ghastly modern substitute for fayalin. What is there to explain?"

"This is a Ministry operation. Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"I'm the man interfering in a Ministry operation, is who I am. It wasn't that hard to predict where you'd be. All I had to do is be an utterly horrible person- a trick I mastered a very long time ago. Let me guess, the plan is to wake all these men up and get them shooting their comrades in the backs as soon as the alarm goes off, yes?"

Experimentally, 'Four' and 'One' adjust the zones of compulsion they've been holding on the sleeping minds of the military policemen sleeping in the barracks.

All they get for their effort is another laugh, even more mocking and far more bitter than the last.

"No such luck! You can control sixty or seventy minds at once with a spell like that, but not all sixty or seventy. Not when one of them is mine. In a way, you should be embarrassed. I may very well be the last man alive walking this or any other world who should boast of his resistance to mental manipulation. But then-" a pause- "your lot really aren't fit to be mentioned in the same breath as the court sorceress of the king of the Earth, now are you? We're all of us trash, here, in our different ways."

The Empty Faces lower their hands to weapons of choice, but evidently this intruder- this other intruder- has a fairly good invisibility charm of his own. Carpeting the barracks in counter-illusions to break it and reveal him might very well work, of course. But it might also reveal them to whatever weapons he, in turn, is presumably holding. A shootout at close quarters among dozens of soldiers who might wake up in an unpredictable temperament is the last thing the team needs, and they all know it.

Still, there are four of them and, by appearances, only one of him. And even a sourceless voice can be a line of attack, to a magician, if they know the right tricks.

The second voice calls out her orders in a quick staccato, hoping to finish before the bantering stranger can react. "Two, Four, Eight eight hundred. One, Three, seven z-"

A gentle hiss of counter-sound swallows her voice, but 'One' and 'Three' are old hands and know where that was going. Two spears of mental force lash out, guided purely by the impulse to find the mind behind the fifth voice and crush it into a sobbing jelly. The Imperial Truth-Makers are not without their weapons. And if this one has the potential to be particularly cruel, what of it? The smug, jabbering fool has forfeited his right to any consideration just by being here, at a time like this, and playing on their nerves.
Jadeite Trait: Master Mage: +9 to psychic defense
Jadeite Trait: Compromised II: -6 to psychic defense, -6 to Learning when not acting in Beryl's service, etc?
Empty Face Trait Revealed: Mentalist II: +3 to psychic combat!

Jadeite: d10 + (30+(29-6)) + 9 - 6 = 3 + 56 = 59
vs
Empty Faces 1 and 3: d10 + (21+14+3) + 0.3*(19+13+3) = 3 + 49 = 52

MCAT Success!
There's a pained grunt in the darkness, then a second, then a third. The fifth voice, the unearthly and mocking voice, speaks again. If he's feeling the effects of the bolts thrown at him, he's a good enough actor not to show it.

"How pleasant of you. Still, that was more competent than I'd expected. A pity it didn't ring the bell- but I actually believe you could have made this part of the plan work, at least. Against sleeping half-wits. But if you're failing against me, half-broken as I am, I don't think you're ready for your real goal here. Because, speaking as one of the very small number of people who have participated in a successful plot to surprise, betray, and murder the Sailor Senshi, I can only give your little 'Ministry' and its scheme, oh, two of ten. Three, if I were feeling very generous."

The fifth voice snorts contemptuously. The fourth voice's discipline cracks, though nowhere near so far as to release the spells Two's commanded him to help her sustain.

"What are you talking about? Don't bother us with nonsense!"

"Oh, I'm telling you the plain truth, old boy, even if what I helped to do didn't stick. The ladies are less than they used to be, granted. But even so, you've badly you've underestimated the true scope of the challenge you've set for yourselves."

The second voice is more cautious now- the she-wolf at bay. "He hasn't sounded an alarm, has he?"

'One' answers. "No. I got that much."

The fifth voice barks another laugh. "Hah! Don't be too proud; I made no secret of that when you came knocking."

Two's mind races. The digital clock on the barracks wall tells her that she doesn't have much time. Subjugating the rogue wizard obviously won't be easy under these circumstances. Could they strike a deal?

"Who are you working for?"

"Why, for the betterment of mankind, of course. I find myself surrounded, day in and day out, by lost and petulant children. Some of you bicker over nothing. Some of you bicker over scraps of the things you once mastered. Picking some of you up out of the dirt and teaching you a few of you basic manners is a way to pass the time, at least."
Jadeite d10 + 23 - 4 (Compromised II) = 6 + 19 = 25
Vs
Empty Face 2 d10 + 21 = 9 + 21 = 30

Onogoro Success!
'Two' frowns, concentrating on the voice, on that idle, infuriating drawl- that exaggerated drawl. There are plenty of ways to fake perfectly fluent Japanese, plenty of things theoretically possible. A gifted illusionist could come from anywhere and pretend to be anything, especially when freed of the constraint of keeping their manipulations visible to the naked eye.

But some instinct tells her that the fifth voice belongs to a man who is trying to sell them a line of nonsense. Some of what he says may be true, or not. Sincere, or not. But the goal is not to deliver truth. This man is amused. He thinks he's better than her, that he can play games with her and not pay a price.
Jadeite d10 + 23 - 4 (Compromised II) = 7 + 19 = 26
Vs
Empty Face 2 d10 + 21 = 6 + 21 = 27

Onogoro Success!
And he is, she thinks, probably trying to waste their time. She glances at the wall clock again. Now, with benefit of hindsight, she sees that this operation has been timed and planned too damn finely. Team Two must already be well and truly inside, in no position to exfiltrate. The demon hunters, too, will be nearly in position. There wasn't enough margin for error, and this arrogant buffoon qualifies as 'error.'

She isn't entirely sure why there isn't a thorough trap falling on her team already. But she very much doubts there will be a chance to accomplish the mission by fighting through this fellow, even if the team goes loud to do it.

"Zero, climb Mount Fuji."

And that is that.

11:41 p.m.

As soon as the words are spoken, four mages with over seventy years' combined experience at magical infiltration and exfiltration start doing their utmost to split up and slip out. Two, herself, twirls her wand and ghosts backwards through the barracks wall, leaving behind only a ripple in the shadows.
Jadeite d10 + 23 - 4 (Compromised II) = 5 + 19 = 24
Vs
Empty Face 1 d10 + 19 = 6 + 19 = 25 SUCCESS
Empty Face 2 d10 + 21 = 1 + 21 = 22 FAILURE (no fumble)
Empty Face 3 d10 + 20 = 4 + 20 = 24 TIE
Empty Face 4 d10 + 18 = 10 + 18 = 28 CRITICAL SUCCESS

Empty Face Team One Partial Success!
Two's heart skips a beat in sudden panic, then. Still insubstantial, she feels invisible claws of force sinking into her mostly-metaphorical form through the wall-

-Which suddenly vanish from her awareness. Her junior, Four, has lingered in the room just long enough to cover his leader's retreat with a glitteringly visible counterspell. The claws disappear before the team leader can be snatched back through the wall.

In the room she left behind, the rogue wizard reels, knocked back into some soldier's bed by the impact of a powerful but silent force-bolt from Four. The now-visible junior Empty Face stares at his wand in brief shock. All he wanted to do was distract the man, to keep him from seizing hold of one of his teammates. The spell overperformed his expectations, somehow. But for that very reason, the rogue is visible now. He's tall and pale, wearing an unfamiliar uniform. He bounces back to his feet before the shouting, protesting soldier he landed on can untangle from the blankets.

The renegade has murder in his eyes, and Four has no intention of staying anywhere near someone like that any longer than he has to. With his off hand, he crushes a small glass sphere he'd already slipped out of his pocket and vanishes in a twist of warping space. He leaves behind only the contents of the sphere- a tiny wooden doll that is already dissolving into powdery ash among the burning phoenix feathers wrapped around it.

While his teammates struggle to break contact and evade any possible search, Four snaps into place, precariously balanced on a stool in a backup safehouse four kilometers outside of the MCAT base. Falling to the heavily cushioned floor, he shouts for a communication crystal. He has to warn Lord Nakatomi!

Meanwhile, back in the barracks, Smarágdi, more recently known as 'Jadeite,' steps back rather sharply to avoid an angry but badly aimed kick from the soldier he landed on. Whose shouts are starting to wake the others. The probably-partially-mind-controlled others.

This is getting out of hand.

Jadeite pulls a perfectly mundane pager from his belt. Hopefully the improbable Sailor Moon has some equally improbable and overwhelming magic for reliably breaking two platoons' worth of rage-curse all at once. Before any alarms sound-

As Sailor Moon appears in a swirl of twisted space, he reappears and hisses- "Quick, use that thing you used at the convention cent-"

-The alarm sounds.

Shouts and cries mostly drown out Sailor Moon's incantation. Confused men start rolling out of their beds, often ducking and weaving wildly to get out of the way of a spinning tiara that whirls through the air seemingly at random as it sheds luminous dust over all and sundry.

Then, just as abruptly as she arrived, without saying a single word not part of a magic spell, Sailor Moon vanishes. The tiara veers wildly and punches a hole in the ceiling, as though it still knows where to find Sailor Moon even if Jadeite does not.
Low Profile Spell + No Onogoro Spotters + Teleporting Around Really Fast = No Sealing Roll

Jadeite decides to show himself out. Quickly, before anyone asks any inconvenient questions like "who the hell are you and why did you elbow me in the gut in my sleep?"

Because it's going to be one of those nights. He can feel it.
 
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The Midnight Incident - Part 2
The Midnight Incident
Part Two

As a quarter to midnight draws ever closer, the strain on MCAT's command staff weighs on them more and more. They've done everything they can think of. The only thing left to do is wait and see if their preparations have been enough.

Samui chews her lower lip, trying to distract herself from the fear burning through her veins. The chewing is a bad habit she's developed since taking command, but she can't make herself stop. She tries not to think about it, for fear of rattling her own confidence even worse.

Maybe it will help to think about something positive. To take what little comforts she can.

Genjuro, for example, is more of a comfort than he could ever know. He's been a true pillar of strength through everything. He seems practically unstoppable. The wounds he suffered in his second battle on Monday were so severe that the doctors weren't sure if he could ever recover, but within half an hour of Sailor Moon's visit on Wednesday, he was more than just back on his feet. He was joining the planning to defend against the impending attack Lady Naru had warned them about.

Seeing the plans that had been devised in his absence, with no expectation that he would recover in time and no certainty that he'd recover at all, he had no word of criticism and showed no urge to make any of what was happening about him. He just laughed in his usual way and said that MCAT was really coming into its own. That they'd already done all the hard work of preparation, leaving him nothing to do but stand around and look handsome.

Samui has so far restrained the occasional impulse to tell him that if that's all he plans to do with his time, then he should be spending that time being handsome around her more often.

She could do- many have done- far, far worse… and there is something about the way he handles himself in the face of danger that makes him look handsome indeed. But this isn't the time for that sort of pleasantly chilling thought. Not when the Empty Faces are on their way. For now, best to concentrate on remembering that when Onogoro comes for Samui- and everyone else here- Genjuro will be out there, wherever the fighting is thickest.

And he's not the only one Samui can rely on. Yoshino, for instance, is in his way one of the same "old monsters" he likes to talk about so much, and yet he assures her that he's so utterly unwarlike that he has nothing more useful to do than try to cheer her up right now. She doesn't really believe that, but he seems to believe it about her. In its way, that's humbling and flattering… and it makes her all the more happy, somehow, to accept his advice and rely on his good sense.

And there are so many others beyond that. There's Dr. Sakurai and her inventions. There's the cunning and resourcefulness of dozens of other architects and craftsmen who have prepared this compound to be defended and to try to keep the Empty Faces out of MCAT's most precious spaces.

There's Jadeite, the ancient warrior who seems utterly certain what those same Empty Faces are most likely to do, and who's volunteered to face them, potentially several of them, alone.

There's the Sailor Senshi, several of whom are here in the full knowledge that Onogoro intends to trap them here if they can.

And beyond that, beyond that handful of particularly powerful and extraordinary individuals, there are so many more. There's dozens and dozens of brave yokai and over two hundred humans here, even limited by who and what she could arrange to bring on-site this late at night without Onogoro becoming certain that their attack plans had been betrayed to MCAT. In a way, she's relying on everyone. On every guard, every night-shift clerk, on the JSDF soldiers who joined the perimeter defense on Monday, on other JSDF soldiers she hasn't even seen but who are waiting on call…

It's strange. Samui has been made director of MCAT. She can give orders to powerful beings, or to a small army of more ordinary followers. But for all that they answer to her, she's helpless without them. She needs them more than they need her.

After all, they could always find another leader, couldn't they?

She rather suspects there are some who would be just as happy if they did. Because the list of people Samui relies on and trusts, and the list of people who are helping her tonight, aren't quite the same.

Some of that help comes from people she wishes she didn't need. Genjuro's father, for instance. This, this impending Onogoro attack, was a matter so important that she had to inform him, for all that she'd very much prefer to keep him at arm's length. To her surprise, Kazanari has been… helpful.

She already suspected the possibility that some of the 'ex'-Onogoro mages were secretly still working for the Imperial Ministry. But on Tuesday, Kazanari paid a visit to MCAT headquarters, and spoke to many of those same mages. And before departing for other unspecified business, he quietly handed Samui a list.

A list that gets her thinking.
.
That list has given her two days of hard work, trying to give as many of the people on it as possible a reason to be somewhere else tonight. And to make sure that those who remain are being carefully watched by yokai whose strength and cunning she trusts. Because she can't take any chances tonight.

Old Kazanari's not here tonight, but unless he was wrong, he's made a difference in how tonight's events will play out… Unless he was wrong. Unless this list is a product of nothing more than the man's paranoia… Or unless this is some kind of long-con plot of his. Unless, unless.

The trouble is, the list felt disturbingly right once she started thinking about it. Once she started looking at this handful of people through this new lens, all their actions took on a new sinister light. She can't help but feel that Genjuro's father saw something that she couldn't, until it was pointed out to her. And even now, she suspects she's still missing something.

And Kazanari did all of this fast.

Samui doesn't like feeling outplayed, even when it's to her own benefit. Especially not by an 'ally' she has so little connection to, so little trust for.

Of course, she has connections and allies of her own, ones that old Kazanari probably couldn't rely on himself. All so that she isn't forced to bend the knee to someone she can't trust, not any more than she has to. She's told plenty of yokai about what's coming. Those working for MCAT, and some who aren't yet, and some of those have gathered here too. Some, who she knows to be noncombatants by choice, she's quietly warned to get out of town.

Some of the humans would probably say she's told more yokai than she strictly should about how MCAT is anticipating attack, if they knew what she'd done. But Samui isn't worried about that. Human double agents, she knows she's going to be dealing with. But yokai… well, Onogoro already thinks of MCAT as a yokai rebellion in disguise.

And the Imperial Ministry doesn't like to suffer rebel yokai to live.

Even selling MCAT out to Onogoro, at this point, would leave any given yokai likely to be 'rewarded' with a collar, if not a pyre. Because the Ministry doesn't like wondering about where it stands with anyone. It prefers brutal certainty.

So on the one hand, there are her trusted allies, and on the other, her distrusted allies. And then there are those who are… somewhere in between.

The Americans have been generous with material aid, though she's had only passing contact with them- with functionaries, really. Mostly not even magicians, at least not themselves or not seeming to be. They seem largely uninterested in the details of what is happening in Japan, and she can almost hear the unspoken words between the lines of bland diplomatic language: "Yes, yes, whatever, now take the thing I'm delivering so I can go home and say I delivered it."

By happenstance, shortly after one meeting with an American official, she had occasion to mention this to one of the oldest, perhaps the oldest, yokai she's ever met. The half-blind hermit kanibozu, whose shell has gone gray and brittle with the centuries, said that he didn't know much about this 'America' place, but that the attitude reminded him of some Tang Chinese envoys he met a few times back during the Heian period.

There's a fairly sharp contrast, thus, between the Americans who have sent many things- especially weapons and ammunition- but whose people seem uninterested, and the British. Who have sent far less in the way of supplies, but seem to be focusing on sending a few helpful people.

There's Mills, the stoic soldier-woman leading the team that's been stringing up wards around the headquarters for a week. In a way, their strange, exotic, Occidental style of magic is reassuring to have at her back. Even aside from style, Japan has nothing quite like Mills. Public Japan has plenty of soldiers, but none of them are really magicians yet, not beyond the level of a little elemental magic. Onogoro has plenty of magicians, some of whom are warriors, but none of them are disciplined organization women that would be comfortable taking orders from a yuki-onna. Mills is. It's… refreshing. Like waking up on the reservation and finding out that there's finally been a little sleet.

And then there are the 'knights of the Round Table,' a thing Samui'd never heard of before the old one, Evans, appeared shortly before the Night Market raid. He casually invoked the names of the Sailor Senshi, then dropped off a bundle of intelligence for her and a few notions about how to get in contact with a few old yokai he hoped might still be alive and free. More figures Samui had never heard of, though the old monsters in the department confirm the names. Some of that's been followed up on, too…

The other one, Clarabelle Clerk, is different from anything Samui would have expected, either from comparison to Evans or to Mills. Different from a description of who and what she theoretically is as one of the British 'Spellblades.' Different from any other human Samui's met so far, in a few ways. It kind of reassures her that not everyone the British have available to send is some kind of warlike duty-monster.

Because Clerk's been willing enough to take time from the assignment that's brought her to Japan. By itself, that could be part of her orders too, for all Samui knows. But Clerk's tendency to slide, almost absent-mindedly, nose-deep into a book whenever she isn't right in the middle of something in particular? That's something much more personable, if not a habit Samui herself really shares or even understands. It takes one of Clerk's own pre-scheduled meetings, or a direct request, to get her out of the book most of the time…

But she does get out. And for someone who's supposed to be some kind of powerful magical warrior of an ancient order, she's quite gentle. She's even been good to young Yoshida, Dr. Chiba's assistant, who's having so much trouble getting used to her own sort of part-spirit heritage.

Clerk is someone Samui is unambiguously glad to have around, even if her idea of preparing herself for combat seems to involve reading some kind of ancient poetry in… something, something that probably isn't English, not that Samui can tell.

Old Evans himself, by contrast, gives Samui decidedly mixed feelings.

It has to be said: he's one of the few humans she's met, or even heard of outside of reservation folk-tales, with a history of fighting Onogoro. Of trying to hurt them, actually striving in his way to limit what they could do to the yokai, if only for a time. Every word she's heard about him suggests a man who- at least back during the rebellions, before she was born- felt genuine anger at abuses and cruelty. That he was eager to come to battle with even the worst and most vicious of the horrible, horrible Silver Lightning faction that Onogoro itself described as 'helpful foreign ronin, assisting in the restoration of order.'

Evans is also, by his own admission and the testimony of the 'Circle Table Gang,' so comfortable with the methods of an Empty Face that he could convincingly impersonate an Empty Face renegade for over a year. He has two rugged oni head-breakers praising him for being 'tough on enemies.' And now and then, his well-controlled face lets through a hint of what seems very much like the constant suspicion of nonhumans that Samui learned to expect from humans during her years growing up on the reservation.

And besides all of that… Evans and Jadeite came to exactly the same conclusion about what the Empty Faces are most likely to try to do if they get into the compound. Both of them, by all reports, took no more than a couple of minutes to think of it.

Jadeite attributes his insight to long experience being mind-controlled into acting like a monster. Into long subjugation to a sorceress so insane, so murderous and cruel, that when she failed to win a prince's heart, she started plotting to burn worlds. All worlds.

So Samui has to wonder. If that's what made Jadeite capable of thinking of such things quickly and easily… what's Evans' excuse?.

Still, she doesn't have to like Evans to work with him. And somehow she is quite certain that for all the ways in which he falls short of what she might wish that he was, Evans is a far more reliable ally than, say, Fudo Kazanari.

She'll take what she can get.



The minutes tick by. The more cynical of MCAT's staff and advisors look at their watches and quip that by now, it is utterly certain that there are already Empty Faces in the compound. Sir Frederick Evans pores over building floor plans with fierce intensity, monopolizing a couple of civilian staffers. Samui doesn't send Dwig to fetch the knight's abandoned suitcases, but does detail a couple of humans with a handcart, who are able to wrestle the things back to the command center eventually. Something like twenty kilos of C4 are carefully separated out and placed in the compound armory, as no one involved wants them anywhere near the command center.

The defenders' first internal security success comes when an Empty Face silences a nightingale floor. That's a routine operation, of course- the Imperial Truth Makers are used to them. They've been getting past the things for as long as they've existed. What they're not used to are nightingale floors with quietly humming electric motors and relays embedded underneath them. Relays that trigger an alarm when it is, proverbially, too quiet.

Security doors slam shut around the infiltrators. A mixed team of humans and yokai, led by the wolf-woman Hana, is on the scene in under a minute. Laying about themselves with paint-sprayers and other, more exotic devices, MCAT security soon breaches the veil of illusion covering most of the team… only to realize that they've captured several badly hypnotized civilians with delusions of being mighty sorcerors and martial artists.

A brief interrogation reveals that these mostly-upstanding Japanese citizens have been force-fed a false belief that they are a band of heroes who have slipped into MCAT headquarters to recover the sacred, stolen Jewel of Benevolence and return it to the Imperial Palace. The lone, junior Empty Face involved has already slipped away in the confusion.

However, this ploy on Onogoro's part was not unexpected, and there has been no relaxation of vigilance.

The game of cat-and-mouse goes on as the fatal moment of 11:45 p.m., the time given to the Onogoro godbinders as the start of the attack and thus passed on to their enemies by Unnati, draws near. Two more false teams of mind-controlled victims are captured. In one case the Empty Face mastermind escapes cleanly. In the other, two men from the British liaison team manage to burn through the infiltrator's veils. Their quarry nearly eludes them even so, but she proves unprepared for a barrage of rapidly cycled counterspells from the heavily modified Psion devices that serve most of the British team as personal thaumaturgical assistants.
MCAT Internal Security
d100 + 17 (Internal Security Chief Martial) + 13 (Typical MCAT Guard Intrigue) + 5 (Mundane Traps) + 10 (Technological Traps) + 5 (Charms and Cynicism) + 5 (Yokai Senses) + 5 (Partial Alert Status) + 2 (The Goggles They Do Not Very Much), + 5 (Foreign Consultants) + 7 (Sir Frederick Intrigue/3)
Vs
Empty Face Team Two
d100 + 17 (Team Leader Martial) + 20 (Typical Empty Face Intrigue) + 40 (Karappo no Kao) + 10 (Double Agents) - 6 (Fudo Kazanari Intrigue/5)

d100 + 74, rolled a 26, result 100
vs
d100 + 81, rolled a 66, result 147

Significant Onogoro Success!
Unfortunately, as the other MCAT soldiers secure the Onogoro spy for detention and a hasty field interrogation, the Empty Face activates a stun-blast talisman. She escapes with the defenders in hot pursuit, but they have no luck in tracking her down.

There is no sign of a 'true' Empty Face team anywhere in the compound, except at the JGSDF guard barracks, where the attempt by Onogoro's 'Team One' to subvert two thirds of the MP company are first blunted by the intervention of Jadeite and then decisively neutralized by Sailor Moon. Unfortunately, while Jadeite forces one of the four Empty Faces to flee in a manner that puts him out of the action, the other three remain at large within the headquarters compound. And there are almost certainly several more of them out there, entirely unaccounted for and waiting for the moment to strike.

The Empty Faces find themselves significantly impeded by the sheer density and ingenuity of MCAT's conventional security measures, and by the need to work carefully around the sparse but very real- and startlingly varied- magical measures that are actually strong enough to be dangerous. Nonetheless, they are quite able to work their way toward their objectives. The threat from Onogoro magicians inside the compound remains, even as the perimeter alarms begin to sound.



Lord Soga Masaki is a man born to wealth and status within Onogoro. In the old days of the campaigns to tame the magic of Japan, his ancestors began calling themselves by the Soga name without fear of contradiction, for they were among the foremost soldiers of those campaigns. Lord Soga's highly respected pedigree has brought him the inheritance of several prized artifacts from those same old days. And he has, since the days of his youth a generation ago, impressed no few of his noble peers with his boldness- verging on recklessness- and with his charming impulsivity. He is highly placed and well known.

If Lord Soga spends more time recounting the glories of his ancestors and speculating on future exploits than he does on the training field, well, he is hardly unique in that respect among Onogoro's elites, even if not so many of those others are here tonight.

And if the cabinet where the current Lord Soga keeps his own additions to the trophy room of his yokai-hunting forefathers is of no interest except for the most grisly-minded of his guests, then that's hardly a matter for open discussion. Not when it is the cabinet of such a highly placed, well-known, wealthy noble.

The Onogoro attack against MCAT headquarters would never have been possible without the participation of several of the most prominent aristocrats of Japan's secret magical society. Much of the striking force's weight and power comes from their retainers, from warriors accustomed to fighting together and equipped with proper combat gear rather than a hodge-podge of variably effective weapons.

Soga, for his part, has been quite enthusiastic about the campaign against this latest yokai rebellion. It's the first of any note within his lifetime, as he was born shortly after the postwar uprisings. Like the other nobles, Soga has brought retainers with him to the field. Many of those who guard his estate or who have profited by association with his family in other ways are, of course, here.

But to Soga, that is not enough. He boasted to his peers as this attack was being conceived, weeks ago, that he could raise another hundred combat mages, over and above his usual retainers. Perhaps his hope was that his peers would call for him to be raised to command the battle, instead of the older, still more widely known, and (Soga will never admit) more deeply respected Lord Nakatomi.

Perhaps, if Soga had actually managed to recruit a hundred warriors, they would have given him the command. To his dying day, he will believe that he got closer than any of the other lords want to admit.

Within Onogoro, for even a powerful man to recruit a hundred combat mages- halfway-competent ones, at least- by the usual ways takes a delicate mixture of resources, used skillfully. A lord might subsidize the maintenance and refurbishing of old heirloom magic armor and weapons, or make a gift of equipment he himself does not use. He might pull strings and do favors for the relatively less privileged mages of Onogoro society. All customary, all reasonably effective in the long run, but all costly in funds and political capital, and much of it impossible to do on short notice.

Lord Soga is not entirely limited to the usual ways. Because he has hosted many of the celebrations where Japan's most prominent demon hunters gather to celebrate the success and survival of their hunts, and to reaffirm their dedication to their own respective private wars against all the many breeds of yokai that would otherwise rise up to threaten Japan. Indeed, a fair fraction of his own regular retainers were recruited in this way. But there are many more who do not see him as a patron, and see themselves simply as his friends and regular guests.

Granted, he cannot recruit from among all the demon hunters of Japan. There are certain types who are never invited to his parties, though they are, in their fashion, still demon hunters. They, of course, are not here tonight- no one from the Taijiya Clan, none of Master Taiga's disciples, and so on. But he has no need of sanctimonious boors. Even without the likes of them, he had plenty of favors to call in and plenty of like-minded friends who would happily help him lance this boil upon the face of Japan.

Of course, technically this force, raised up from among the finest demon hunters, doesn't reach the count of a hundred. Even when you add in his personal retainers who are with the main force. Though Soga will be the first to explain that his recruited warriors more than compensate in dedication and experience for their lack of numbers. These are heroes, he would tell you!

Lord Nakatomi's face was impassive, when Soga tried that line on him. He nodded, and said nothing more for a moment. But Nakatomi waved his hand as though to dismiss nonsense and said- Soga remembers it as though it were only a few hours ago-

"It would have been most unreasonable to ask you to raise a full hundred properly equipped men on such short notice, Lord Soga. We all know how it is. But I have something in mind that your efforts may make possible, and if you succeed, we will all be in your debt. Ideally, it would be Truth Maker work, but there are never enough Truth Makers to go around. Part of why demon hunters find their heroic duties so necessary, eh?"

Soga, mollified by the show of respect for his efforts and achievements over these past many years, nodded back to Nakatomi and smiled slowly as the older man explained what he had in mind. Because he knew just the thing.

One of the many proud and storied achievements of Soga's ancestors as warriors is the Sengoku-era capture of Arioka Castle. This fortress had become the home of a gang of demons who preyed upon peasants and nobles alike for many leagues in every direction, ruled by a demon of particularly terrible power- the diary of his ancestor, Nobuyasu, spoke of some kind of burning jewel on the monster's forehead, and the terrible force even that creature's stare could carry.

Old Nobuyasu gathered samurai from the secret Onogoro clans, bringing together heroes from across a quarter of Honshu to travel together and train for months before finally marching out to end the menace. It was a mighty feat, one for the history books, and in many ways prototypical of the great battles to break remaining centers of yokai resistance in the days after the Fade, during the end of the Sengoku Period.

And none of it would have been possible without the Still Water Formation.

This complex magical working only avoids the name "set-piece" by being technically, slowly, mobile. Dozens of warrior mages, walking forward in slow, careful lockstep, can maintain with their synchronized egos a potent compulsion to all outside their ranks, suppressing the belief that any of them are there. Can erase from reality the hints of their presence.

With a dozen, two dozen, three dozen hearts beating as one, what takes the Imperial Truth Makers years to learn to do for themselves can instead be done by an army. Five hundred years ago, Soga's ancestor led his warriors to and through the very gates of Arioka Castle, then began tearing it apart from the inside with every sort of destructive spell they knew. The demons of the castle scattered or died on the spot, and even its fiendish lord fled in sudden panic rather than pay the ultimate price for his crimes against humanity.

If it worked for the demon hunters of legend, Soga reasoned, it could work for the demon hunters of the present day. He and his handpicked warriors could capture the first, and ideally the second, lines of perimeter security stations, mostly held by obviously enthralled human minions, holding open the gates and perhaps fatally delaying the sounding of the alarm. Then, Lord Nakatomi's main forces- a van of combat mages, followed by further reinforcements bringing along more expendable servitor-beings suitable for the final assault on any strongpoints- would push through and help them win the day!

The heroes who have, between them, brought hundreds of yokai down and made them understand that their kind live only on the Imperial Ministry's sufferance will be sure to triumph then.

And he'll have the lovely cloak he's been thinking about so often for the last two months, to remember the day by.

These are Lord Soga's thoughts, his contemplation of his plan, as he and his irregulars carefully approach an MCAT barricade, keeping precise formation and muttering their spells under their breath.
MCAT Guard Force + Meiou's 2nd Platoon
d100 + 17 (Lt. Meiou Martial) + 15 (Typical Nerima MP Prowess) + 10 (Already Alert) + 5 (Charms and Cynicism) + 5 (Unexpected Inhumanity)
Vs
Demon Hunter Irregulars
d100 + 6 (Lord Soga Martial) + 17 (Typical Demon Hunter Prowess) + 15 (Veils and Visions) - 5 (Armchair Operational Planning)

d100 + 52, rolled a natural 100 courtesy of Tygerbright, result 152
vs
d100 + 33, rolled a 10, result 43

Devastating MCAT Success!
It is a truism that no plan survives contact with the enemy.

Kinoshita Nobuyasu, the long-dead warrior who would have been humiliated to learn that his descendants had chosen to rely on his distant collateral relationship to claim membership in the ancient Soga clan, did indeed gather brave warriors from across a quarter of Honshu. He did indeed train them for months in the Still Water Formation, a careful modification of an older Chinese mass-enchantment to make it more usable under combat conditions.

But he did that because that training, as he would have been the first to insist, was necessary.



11:42 p.m.

"Hey, look at that, sarge!"

Sergeant Inoue, whose usual posting is a base gate near the Nerima ward boundary, grimaces. "Talk softly, and don't point. But yeah, I see it." His nonsense detector, fine-tuned from years of experience, is ringing like crazy. First there was that guy with the invisible suitcase full of bombs, who Inoue still suspects is probably an Onogoro terrorist trying some kind of weird double game. And now…

If he hadn't been warned to expect trickery, illusions, and invisible enemies, if he hadn't seen an old man just an hour or two ago who could have slipped right through his perimeter carrying enough explosive charges to level a building with Inoue none the wiser, the sergeant would wonder if he was imagining things. But no, he's not. He and the other guards at the outer checkpoint mutter darkly to each other, awaiting orders- he's already called in the first sightings, of course.

Reflections show up in the windows along the shops down the street, in flickers no more than a few seconds long. This entire business area's been cleared by a curfew, thanks to MCAT authority. There's no nightlife; the haunting images show up very clearly. Sometimes it's a person wearing modern clothes, sometimes someone dressed in Tokugawa fashions, or something stranger. Often visibly armed. Always walking very slowly and meticulously, and always getting closer to the checkpoint.

Every five seconds or so, he hears the scrape or click of distant footwear on the pavement. It's uncanny.

Either his checkpoint is about to come under attack by at least a couple of squads of ghosts, or somebody's invisibility technique is turning out to be on the patchy side. In this day and age, he guesses it could be either…

A man in MCAT uniform who Sergant Inoue knows to be, under the funny magic disguise, about one part wolf to three parts man, growls. "One of those half-empty faces out there must think his shit doesn't stink."

Inoue glances at him. "You mean that literally?"

"No, I mean that I can smell the guy's bad attitude from here."

Inoue doesn't stop to ask if that was sarcasm, or if a magic wolfman really can smell a bad attitude at something close to a hundred meters. Because it really doesn't make a difference.

It's been a full minute since Inoue first radioed in that he was seeing things on his front. If he didn't know Toji Meiou, he'd be starting to worry. But the big lieutenant isn't a coward and doesn't freeze when some weirdo does something logically impossible. He's probably reporting up the chain, and- there's the orders, on the platoon radio net.

"All squads, you're looking at exactly the kind of terrorist we're here to stop before they get a chance to jostle MCAT's elbow. Only they think we can't see them coming. Give the challenge on my signal. If they look like they're standing down, follow the rules we talked about. If there's no sign of surrender five seconds after the end of the challenge, lay down tear gas, put on your masks, and immediately open fire with all weapons, in that order. Don't let up until you see them down and out of the fight completely. If you think they're trying to rush you, skip to opening fire. Sergeants, sound off if you're ready."

One checkpoint leader after another confirms that they're ready to go. Inoue hopes the First and Third platoons are waking up fast back in the barracks, because if this really is the 'Ministry of Onogoro' coming for MCAT's blood, this is going to get worse before it gets better. Inoue, himself, gives his answer and picks up the megaphone lying on the sandbags in front of him.

"Go!"

Inoue takes a deep breath. "Attention, unidentified mages! By the authority of MCAT and the Diet, this area is off limits after hours! You are acting suspiciously in a restricted space and will be temporarily detained! Lay down your weapons, dismiss your magic, and put your hands up!"

Nothing. Nothing. Do they think he was just shouting blindly into the empty air? Do they think if they just stand still and ignore him, that his men won't be able to defend themselves?

Three seconds. Four.

"Now!"

MCAT carries more heavy weapons in a smaller space than Inoue's ever seen outside an armory. Two of their men open the engagement with American grenade launchers- not a standard JGSDF weapon, though MCAT's been carrying them for at least a month. Two tear gas bombs slash downrange and explode in a puff of mist, and in that very same instant Inoue raises his voice.

"Masks on! Masks on!"

The gas probably won't get back to the checkpoint quickly, but he wishes to hell the lieutenant had said to put them on first... Still, maybe it kept the bastards downrange from figuring out what was going on, and against an army of wizards, that's worth something.



Sergeant Inoue's limited picture of the situation is not, in fact, wrong. Lord Soga himself is with these particular demon-hunters, and has no notion of just how badly the veils hiding his band of irregulars has been 'leaking.' The demon hunters, of course, see and hear themselves with perfect clarity.

It takes a certain sort of courage to walk slowly, bunched close together, towards an enemy stronghold, protected only by a spell one has to actively maintain with each passing moment, passing down a lighted street towards a defended position that is, inconveniently, in shadow. This courage, the demon hunters have, even if they lack the skill and trained discipline to make the ancient spell work reliably.

If Lord Soga were the kind of man to admit a mistake quickly, he might well have taken the first words of the loudspeaker challenge as a signal to charge. The Still Water Formation would break, and the soldiers would open fire, but his irregulars could still have reasonably hoped to get in among the defenders and try to break them at close quarters, exploiting the morale shock of using combat sorcery against a force that still mostly consisted of ordinary human soldiers, mostly men who still lacked much experience or training at dealing with outright magic.

Lord Soga is a man much given to rationalizing his own failings. Surely, this isn't really his fault. Maybe some of the Empty Faces have been detected and the soldiers are shouting into empty air, assuming more invisible foes are out there somewhere. He hisses to his men, as the echoes from the loudspeaker die-

"Just hold your places and keep going, they can't see us-"

Two muzzles flash at the MCAT barricade, still about seventy meters away. Loud reports land with the thumps of projectiles bracketing the little knot of demon hunters, followed by a sudden hissing noise.

Soga, wearing full enchanted armor and protected by the helmet his grandmother commissioned, stands frozen as most of his demon hunters double over, coughing and clutching at their chests.He feels nothing but confusion, of course. His grandmother had heard of chemical warfare, after all, and the spells on his helmet make a mockery of MCAT's tear gas. Some of the demon hunters gasp out spells of protection, of healing, of poison-cleansing, and-

It is far too little, far too late, under indecisive leadership. Soga stands, suddenly unsure what to do. This can't be, isn't, happening! He was so close to having the command, and victory, and glory!

The Still Water Formation is completely broken, of course. It is not a spell that can be maintained with two thirds of its casters suddenly gasping for breath and feeling their eyes start to burn. The demon hunters, leaderless, paralyzed, confused, are perfect targets. And the gas isn't thick enough to really obscure targets who are plainly visible in the streetlights.

MCAT and military rifles open fire, and there's plenty of runic ammunition to go around. Every shot flashes with a weak magical effect. With so many individual riflemen, the fire going downrange takes on nearly every color of the rainbow. Shield-spells that should have stopped hundreds of mundane metal bullets are already beginning to crackle and flutter under no more than ten or twenty of the silver wardbreakers.

A few of the demon hunters draw firearms of their own- often deadly enchanted ones- and shoot back. One manages a conjuration of fire and flings it at the firing squad that assails his comrades. But if they hit anyone, they die never knowing it. The big Sumitomo machine gun joins the pattering rain of rifle-pops with its own deeper-throated roar, with its own red-lit runic fire. The grenadiers reload with special silver buckshot and fire again.

Terrible flares of brilliance turn night to day overhead, and their light burns away the last of Lord Soga's glamour, letting him plainly see the slaughter as the guns tear the heart out of Onogoro's demon-hunter subculture, killing the killers by the dozen.

It is something of a parody of courage that drives Soga's actions, now. On some level he is too broken inside to imagine that he, too, can be killed. He raises the sword of his ancestors and charges the barricade, alone because those few who might join him are gunned down before they get a chance to try.

In the retreat from Arioka Castle, a mighty demon ogre, in the rear guard of the terrified and fleeing yokai warband, threw a spear of darkly enchanted iron into the ranks of the attackers. It struck canny old Nobuyasu squarely, right over the heart- and did not penetrate. The family has chosen to leave the dent in the breastplate, as part of the armor's story.

Lord Soga wears that same armor today. He and his ancestors have paid generously to have the armor's enchantments kept up, and the steel is as good as it's ever been. All the Sumitomo can do against it, even firing .50 caliber silver runic, is strike sparks and add several dents to that collection.

But where the old armor holds true, the modern helmet does not.

And that is the end of the story of Lord Soga Masaki.
 
The Midnight Incident - Part 3
The Midnight Incident
Part Three

JGSDF Camp Asaka
11:41 p.m.


The artillerymen frown, eyeing the open crates of ammunition suspiciously one more time, blaming them- rightly, as it happens- for the duty that's got them up in the middle of the night. The FH70 howitzers are angled high up into the sky, with the fire mission finely calculated. No ranging shots, not for this… for obvious reasons. Indirectly, reasons that at least one man isn't happy about.

"Hell of a note that we're supposed to be shelling part of Tokyo, from part of Tokyo."

"Don't even talk about it like that. These are special illumination rounds. Says so on the crates."

Another soldier grimaces. "All I know is that illumination rounds shouldn't slosh inside. Not even a little."

"That's what makes them special, I guess…"

The corporal snorts. "Look, you want to know what this is all about, the public information center's a short walk away." He sticks his thumb over his shoulder. "Sure they'll tell you…"

That provokes a round of laughter. He goes on.

"Besides, these days, I hear they've got tank platoons parked on hilltops around Yotsuba City to take shots at the Labyrinth monsters."

The first grumbler looks at him quizzically. "Wait, does that work?"

"No idea. But with the way things are going, I'm just glad they didn't order us down to the beach to start tossing HE rounds over open sights when Gojira rises from the waves…"

Then the radio squawks, and the artillerymen fall silent. They remember the instructions. One salvo, special illumination rounds, every two minutes.

As soon as they're ordered- and that was the order.



11:41 p.m.

Finding abandoned spaces of any real size in Edo is usually quite difficult. Hypnotizing the staff of a small publishing company specializing in romance novels about medieval heroes into believing that all requests to get inventory from the top floor must go through Jiro (good old Jiro) and be handled with him along in the freight elevator has proven rather simpler. It also provided a convenient way for Lord Nakatomi's retainers to bring in certain items- some of his own, some on loan from the special reserves kept by the Emperor's personal guards.

Nakatomi looks at his war-table, watching the shimmering haze of heavily veiled demon hunters slowly approaching the little markers that represent the MCAT barricades at the outer edges of their security perimeter.

Here, damnably far into the massive Edo metropolitan area, the plan to bring down the yokai and open things up to get some control over the public government… this isn't a battlefield where a man could hope to see all that is going on, not from any vantage point. If he were ten or twenty years younger he might have tried to lead an assault force from the front anyway, but now? He can hope that his niece and nephew will distinguish themselves. No, for him, there is simply the table.

The war-table is an artifact three hundred years old, crafted when the old campaigns against the yokai and renegades were nearly over. It was finished in time to aid in the suppression of the last bastions, and has occasionally seen service since.

It makes a battlefield seem like a game, so much like a more elaborate version of a shogi board that Nakatomi has to stop and remind himself of things. Of what his elders said when he was a boy, and his own misty experience as a junior volunteer during the last round of rebellions. War is not like a game, and that is the most dangerous of the table's many illusions, if he allows that one to blind him of all the value he can get from the others.

No, this table can only be trusted to tell him where his own soldiers are. Not where the enemy is, and not what they are doing. Those are things he can only learn, deduce, and remember himself, or rely on his own people to add to the table for him.

Whatever spell Lord Soga has whipped up for his motley gangs is… not entirely fooling the table. He hopes it's working better on the enemy than on himself. He hopes the Truth Makers are making themselves useful inside MCAT's perimeter. They've done him one favor already, at least. Even if it's only been a few minutes, the boy's frantic babbling about some renegade whose actions may mean MCAT is on partial alert is better than going in entirely fat and stupid.

Nakatomi hopes the boy is wrong, or that the perimeter forces aren't as alert, or that the renegade mage isn't really affiliated with MCAT, or… or…

What Nakatomi really hopes most, most intensely, is that he isn't hearing the crackle of at least a few dozen rifles opening fire. But he knows far better than to believe that hope for more than a second or two.

Hastily, he reaches for the carved jade facsimile of an ear that sits on the edge of the table and snaps orders into it.

To provide the means for a commander to make himself heard to scores or hundreds of scattered soldiers at once, without blasting his voice all through the air openly, is completely impractical given the time and resources available. To stitch a few additions to his notables' sashimoto banners, so that he can communicate with the few nobles commanding each branch of the attack force, is more achievable.

"Second wave, something's gone wrong. Get in there fast- get in close and don't mess around, they're going to be more dangerous at long range!" The distant gunfire is getting louder. And that muffled thump sounded like an explosion. No, three explosions- five, more! "Lord Soga, can you hear me? Lord Soga, what's happening?"

And then a voice- and not Lord Soga's. A woman's- Matsu, his niece's- short of breath. He can imagine her trying to be formal to her uncle under the circumstances as she jogs along in heavy ward-embroidered robes amid the jingling armor of the house's retainers.

"Lord Nakatomi, I don't think Lord Soga will answer. I can see the position from here, far down the street! Someone cast some kind of smoke, and there are explosions going off inside it. The gunfire… I think it's all from the rebels. We're- we're taking stray fire, those rounds are enchanted!"

A sudden light dawns through the window- no, this building has no windows, through the skylight. And then everything on the table vanishes, down to the bare wood. Angrily, Nakatomi turns to the task-mage sustaining the table, who gestures helplessly, then twists his hands, trying to funnel power back into the table. Something's wrong, something-

Nakatomi, on instinct, raises his hand and casts a conjuration he used to love to play tricks with as a boy. Thick, tacky grease, smellier than he'd like right now but that doesn't matter, smears the skylight. The skylight he'd seen no reason to cover physically before, given that all outside view from above was blocked by illusion. Damn it, what was that light?

"WHOA!"

The task mage lets out a sudden startled cry as the table, quite abruptly, reverts to its normal state. Fortunately, the man levels the spell off and keeps it running smoothly. But… this is not good, not good at all. What's happening?

Nakatomi looks carefully at the task mage, who seems to have things under control. "Murata, can you speak without losing the spell?"

"I… can, milord, yes." He doesn't sound too hesitant- it's probably good enough. Nakatomi keeps his eyes firmly on the table. The misty outlines of the demon hunters are replaced by a few tiny figures scattering, a few still standing. Fewer, fewer. It's been less than a minute. He'd planned for the possibility that Lord Soga's irregulars would meet heavy resistance, maybe even take heavy losses if they ran into a large unexpected group of yokai or some kind of secret weapon. Or he thought he'd planned for that possibility. But this looks like a disaster worse than anything he'd anticipated. Especially if the enemy has some kind of effect powerful enough to disrupt his control of the battlefield. What's going on?

"Do you know what that light was?"

"No, but until you blocked the skylight, milord, I couldn't get the table to create any illusions at all. That's why we lost it. It was still getting all the same information from the warriors' talismans, and the heart-spell itself was still working, but there was no way to make images while that light shone on the tabletop. Thank you for acting so decisively, milord."

"I… see." Nakatomi nods to himself, thinking. The light… it reminds- oh.

Nakatomi has been to Edo before, several times. The first time was in that last March of Little Brother's war, so long ago, with his father. He was just a boy, then, helping with minor tasks. But that was the visit to Edo that he'll never forget, because one night that March, half the city was burnt to ashes by American bombers. He remembers the dying and burning, brought down on the common blind masses by Little Brother's tragic, belligerent stupidity. He remembers, among a lot of other things, the bombers dropping flares. Flares that hung in the sky. Flares that were not magic, but something like them could somehow be… oh.

Murata coughs, and Nakatomi glances at him, nodding for him to continue.

"Milord… a concern occurs to me."

"Go ahead."

"If it did that to us, here, it's probably done the same to the army."

Nakatomi nods somberly. "True." Well, he wasn't entirely without counters to MCAT's countermeasure. But where did that come from?



The second wave of Onogoro forces are equipped rather more consistently, and somewhat better, than the first. These are retainers drawn from the noble houses that have been persuaded to support the attack. Many of them are armed with traditional Imperial Ministry military kit. Some carry ancestral melee weapons or modern replicas made in the same styles. The typical warrior is dressed in magical body armor, often with supporting charms or enchantments woven into an attached banner. Those who wear robes or more modern clothing generally have even heavier protective warding to compensate. This provides many of them with more protection than was enjoyed by all but a few of the demon hunters.

Furthermore, most Onogoro retainers make at least limited attempts to train against some of the most obvious and common forms of magical attack, so that they will be ready to employ countermeasures against such, even if they lack permanent equipment dedicated for the purpose.

Tear gas therefore proves ineffective as an obstacle to Onogoro heavy infantry. Of those among the attackers who are caught unprepared, most prove determined enough to at least try to charge through the gas clouds, and only a fraction of the overall force is significantly slowed. Indeed, arguably the weapon that proved so decisive in a surprise role against the demon hunters now works to Onogoro's advantage. Though the special star shells blazing overhead strip away the attackers' illusions and magical concealment, slowly dissipating gas clouds can still trick a marksman's eye.

A great deal may be very truthfully said against the Onogoro warriors' cause and its profound lack of ethical merit. But it must also be said that they are, in the face of severe personal danger, 'true to their salt.' Against defenses they already know to be alert and prepared, which have already slaughtered all but a few of the first troops to come against them, and which have done this grisly work almost before they even arrive within effective range, they press the attack vigorously and with élan.

The perimeter guards shift targets from the dying demon hunters to the new, more distant wave of attackers they can only dimly make out through the gas-scattered light of the street lamps. Meiou's MPs and MCAT's regular line troops all use the same battle rifles. The machine guns and grenadiers are still ready. And thanks to the Americans taking over the supply of runic ammunition from the British, there is enough to go around for the perimeter guards to at least try to suppress their opponents.
Empty Face Team One warning confers Expecting Trouble!
Veils and Visions
nullified by Star Shell Surprise!
Sheer Weight of Numbers
nullified by The Demon Hunters Are Dead!

Results Pending…
It doesn't work.

All mundane military logic would suggest that an infantry assault down an urban street should be impossible without devastating casualties. The disaster that befell the demon hunters would tend to confirm this. But mundane military logic does not allow for the degree to which magical defense outpaces the ranged capability of soldiers who do not themselves have magic, even if they are equipped with moderately serviceable magical weapons. And this logic allows even less for the extent to which prepared magical attackers can add further layers to their defensive 'onion' with spellcraft at the point of contact.

The demon hunters were not prepared to do this. The follow-up wave of heavy infantry are well prepared- one might say, metaphorically if not literally, "loaded for oni."

Lord Nakatomi has divided the expected threats from MCAT's defenders into three types. The ferocious, superhuman melee assaults of certain types of yokai, long range heavy bombardments from human soldiers, and the Sailor Senshi, whose methods switch between superhuman melee and heavy bombardment seemingly at will. He has decided that if matters come down to hand-to-hand combat, he will trust to the valor and swordsmanship of his troops. But against long range bombardment, there is something of value to be done, and he has prepared the joint force accordingly, dipping deeply into his own resources to make it possible in time.

While the banners of the samurai still bear personal emblems as appropriate, apart from that there is not a hand's breadth of cloth on any of them that is not obscured by needlework laid down in careful hexagrammic formalism. The massed mages of the assault force are protected by deep, interlocking spells of shielding that take more than a spatter of wardbreaker ammunition to bring down, and…



"They're not stopping, sir!"

Lieutenant Toji Meiou grimaces. If the radios are working the way they ought to, nobody heard that except him, the squad leaders… and whoever's listening on Sergeant Inoue's end. Bad for morale, but the facts are bad for morale.

A few of the streetlights have gone out from stray gunfire and the gas makes it hard to make out details, but he's always had good night vision. These guys, most of them, look like something out of a Kurosawa film. But if this was a Kurosawa film, the critics would be panning it as an anachronism and also the guys in medieval armor would be getting shot to pieces by his men's rifled muskets or something. That's not happening here, not the way it did with the first wave who were mostly in street clothes.

A few of the first wave shot back, and a few of this bunch are too. They're not really aiming, and a lot of the blasting techniques and nasty-looking magic projectiles dig into the pavement or go high over his people's heads. But it's not fun to get shot at at all, and…

And these guys are tough. Whatever they've got is holding off most of the gunfire. Sometimes a burst from the .50 cal connects against one of the distant little figures at the lead of the charge and he falls over in a bright flash. But the rest of the attack keeps coming. They're not going to ground or taking cover and they don't need to, not strictly, not with whatever's protecting them. A grenade blast sends a couple of the Onogoro warriors down, but the breechloading American weapons aren't going to put enough rounds downrange to stop what looks like an assault in company strength, not on those terms.

Not even if that attacking infantry company's coming at a mediocre jog rather than a run.

Toji wonders who's in charge of PT in the Onogoro army. Those guys may be tough, but their running sure wouldn't impress anyone in Nerima.

All these thoughts and sights resolve, within a couple of seconds, into decision. Toji decides that his men are going to need to do the ten-meter dash faster than those guys can do the hundred-meter dash in full armor with a lungful of tear gas. All right, then. He makes sure he's talking on the platoon push, which the MCAT crew has thankfully already been patched in on by the technical staff, and says:

"Fall back to the second phase line, as planned."

Sergeants sound off acknowledgement of that, but the men already know what that means and they already know why. As some- only some- of the lead wave of Onogoro samurai falter when they hit the gas clouds, the soldiers run back to the trucks.

He'd hoped to hold, but neither he nor Captain Sano had planned to bet much on it.

The heavy machine gun, with all its ammunition and the tripod, weighs something like sixty kilos, and could have been something of a sticking point at a time like this. But an MCAT security guard who's looking a lot hairier than she did before the star shells went off jumps in. She grabs the whole mess and doesn't even bother getting into the truck- she just starts sprinting down the street at something like thirty kilometers an hour with the unbalanced load in her arms.

Hmph. If he went and showed off in public like that yokai just did, and Sensei got word of it, there'd be a chiding. Well, maybe. Sensei's a little old-fashioned, but the times are changing and he's not a completely inflexible man.

Showoff or no showoff, the MCAT heavy weapon crew acts like they were planning for that; they've already grabbed the ammunition and are most of the way to the trucks.

There's a nasty meat-axe sound accompanied by the crackling failure of a necklace of little talismans. One of the gun crew goes down, limp and passed out instantly. Oh, hell. Toji's already behind everyone else, so he's in a good position; he skids to a fast stop on one heel and scoops the guy up in a single motion. No time to scoop up the ammo boxes; he doesn't have hands for the things.

The trucks are parked right close by the checkpoints, facing to the rear, and the drivers started the engines at the same time he gave the first order to fire. Toji slings the MCAT guy up into the back where two of his MPs catch him. Toji hopes he's still alive.

The driver hits the gas a little early, but Toji kicks off and grabs the back easily enough.

Toji twists to look behind him, still hanging onto a grip with one hand. The fallback positions are lightly manned, but they've been built up by the fatigue parties, and the rest of the company should be waking up and getting out there any minute now, plus whatever else is coming to meet them.

Two of the men shift to poke their rifles in the general direction of the Onogoro soldiers, and Toji tugs himself fully into the truck and gets out of their way. For an instant, he thinks of drawing the sidearm that shy Englishwoman in the long coat loaned him, 'for luck,' and joining in. But he'd be lucky to hit a house at this distance. And The Book says that if the platoon leader is personally shooting at the enemy, he's probably done something wrong.

An officer's deadliest weapon is his radio. So he pulls it from his hip, tunes into the command circuit, and starts shouting.

"Falling back as planned, but we'll need support!"

"Copy that. Reinforcements are headed to the gates. Do you need special assets?"

Toji knows what that means, and gives the matter a moment's thought.

He can see the situation here at the west gate and it's not going to fall apart right away. If they can get some more weapons on the line and take advantage of the fixed defenses, they should be able to at least slow these bastards down. Inoue, at the north gate, sounded worried but not the kind of worried he'd be if things were much worse than they were here. Toji could be wrong, but he doesn't have all day. There's been no sound of distress from the sentries on the south wall, where the freeway embankment makes lousy terrain for an infantry assault anyway. Up against a bunch of wizards you never know, but if they had a better plan than "walk inside," they'd be using it right now, wouldn't they? That leaves the east gate, which Toji knows was under attack too, but hasn't heard anything at all from, besides a quick confirmation of the order to retreat… This could be a mistake, but his gut says no.

"We could really use special assets! Giant! I say again, Giant!" Just in case some nasty-minded invisible man steals a radio, the really important stuff has code names. And Kazanari, the big goof, insisted on using the Yomiuri Giants as his codename for "east gate."

When Toji, after briefings and an absolutely insisted-on movie night last night, pointed out that Kazanari's 'north' team was east of his 'east' team, and his 'south' team was west of his 'west' team, he just laughed and said "EXACTLY!" Maybe MCAT's field commander the right kind of crazy for tonight. Toji sure hopes so.
 
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The Midnight Incident - Part 4
The Midnight Incident
Part Four

An officer's deadliest weapon is his radio. So Toji Meiou pulls it from his hip, tunes into the command circuit, and starts shouting.

"Falling back as planned, but we'll need support!"

"Copy that. Reinforcements are headed to the gates. Do you need special assets?"

"We could really use special assets! Giant! I say again, Giant!"


***

Lieutenant Meiou's command decision has the virtue of being swift and decisive. It's no worse than the alternatives, given the information he had in the very limited time available. In truth, though, at the moment he gives the order, the east gate is no worse off than the others.

Not that any of the three gates faces a good situation.

The Onogoro attack force is divided into three parts, one approaching each of the main gates of the walled complex of buildings that serves as MCAT's headquarters. Each attack follows one of the limited number of street routes that is wide enough for a sizeable force to attack with what, in Onogoro tradition, is considered a reasonable frontage.

Lord Nakatomi did, of course, at least entertain the notion of trying to infiltrate his main force over, under, between, or through the buildings of the surrounding area, rather than taking the main streets. However, he dismissed the idea for two reasons.

First is the danger of his troops becoming separated too widely in time and space, and arriving in small packets that would be easily torn apart in close quarters by yokai or the Sailor Senshi. The Senshi, in particular, are rumored to have struck down the Oni of Night in a single blow, and are known to have subdued Lord Kurayami's retainers in a matter of seconds. And the leading banners of Nakatomi's force are cut from much the same cloth as those retainers were, even if they are better prepared and more numerous.

Second, Nakatomi has a limited supply of lords that he trusts to execute their own small portions of a complex battleplan reliably. Quite a few of his peers seem likely, in his judgment, to get turned around or try some foolish gimmick on their own initiative. Best to keep the battle plan simple and rely on as few unknown quantities as possible, he's decided.

In this case, a simple plan, violently executed at once, proves quite sufficient to the task of driving MCAT's perimeter defense force back to the very walls of the headquarters compound. But Onogoro's heavy infantry are not so quick, and the defenders are not so helpless and unaware, as to allow the attacking force to carry the second line of defense by sheer shock effect.

The trucks bring the checkpoint squads through the compound gates in a squeal of brakes, turning off the roads and tearing up the grass of the lawns nearby. Yokai hasten to close the gates behind them while the perimeter guards- minus those killed or wounded by Onogoro return fire- pile out of the trucks to reinforce the wall defenses.

***

Though many Onogoro warriors, overwhelmingly from the first wave but including some from the second wave, lie dead or wounded in the streets, the attack force's resolve is intact. However, practical issues begin to disrupt the heavy infantry's assault.

Onogoro forces have, by this point, advanced several hundred meters from their places of concealment at a brisk jog. Their ranks are somewhat scattered. Some of the mages are, to their own exasperation, becoming winded and tired despite enchanted protection from the gas. Others are, though fanatic about their fitness, now regretting their lack of preparations against said gas. Some are so well armored or warded that they stride through the oncoming fire without a worry; others rush forwards without a care for their own safety. But some have been forced by unlucky hits to pause briefly, reinforcing their defenses to resume the charge a few seconds later.

Without extensive standardized drills across the force and without experienced leadership, the attackers spread out from front to back. Fewer and fewer mages are close enough to the front ranks to sustain the interlocking walls of wards and shield-barriers that precede the Onogoro advance. This makes each one of those front-line mages individually more vulnerable. And even if the enemy stopped firing on them from long range, a scattered handful of warriors out in front of the main body of their force cannot hope to overwhelm a defended obstacle like this without taking very heavy losses.

And the mages of the front ranks know this. They've already captured the forward positions, and they're confident that they can collectively succeed where the demon hunters completely failed… But they do face obstacles, obstacles that no one of them can defeat alone.

The MCAT compound wall is more than merely decorative. The structure and landscaping lent themselves easily to reinforcement by JSDF combat engineers and the addition of reinforced firing points. So easily, in fact, that it would make Director Samui suspicious of the Kazanari Faction's original plans for the compound if she didn't harbor those suspicions already. Moreover, in what is probably a matter of serendipitous good fortune unplanned by the Kazanari Faction, magicians and priests find the ritual value of a wall, gate, or threshold convenient as a place to hang spells. And at the intersection between good fortune and good planning, the effort to reinforce the compound's defenses since the Labyrinth attack on Monday isn't the first time MCAT leadership has given the matter any thought.

Human guards and yokai rush frantically in response to the alarms. The humans mostly aren't sure what's going on, but they've heard a lot of gunfire and they're resolved not to be caught out as they were by the 'surprise drill' on Wednesday morning, not when this is probably real. The MCAT guards are on the way to their positions. The rest of the MP company is still waking up and shaking off their confusion. The alarm is a problem they know how to react to, but their attempts to pull on uniform tunics and rush out the door in an orderly fashion have been thrown into partial disarray. Just as they were waking up, Sailor Moon appeared out of nowhere, hurled some kind of sparkling projectile that buzzed and looped around the barracks and narrowly missed virtually everyone, and then disappeared into thin air. This has caused considerable uproar, and they're going to need a minute.

Fortunately for MCAT, it's their guard force, not the MPs, that have the majority of the heavy weapons. In an echo of the "race to the parapet" in the trench battles of World War One, the prospects of Onogoro easily carrying the compound wall at the first rush are decided by the speed with which the MCAT guards on the second line of defense can get into position and set up their weapons- and they win that race.

As the Onogoro samurai approach and overrun the abandoned perimeter checkpoints, they start to come under increasingly well-aimed fire from the main wall, which they still see a distant fire-spitting line in the night, masking the ground floor of the MCAT headquarters buildings. The weapons are much the same, but there are at least two heavy machine gun nests by each gate- three at the west, supported by more grenadiers and by recoilless rifle teams.

The northern gate's recoilless rifle team is forced to hold fire; one of the truck drivers mistakenly parked in their backblast zone. The rest of the heavy weapons teams try to compensate. A series of fortunately-placed 40mm grenades staggers the boldest of the attacking Onogoro warriors at the forefront of the advance. They reel as barriers falter and banners start to smolder under the pressure. A few of them are picked off by massed rifle fire, and the rest fall back to consolidate. The northern attack force slows its charge into a more cautious advance, moving under cover of a tenuous secondary barrier- an ingenious mage's field-expedient reinvention of spaced armor, to detonate grenades and shells before they can land.

At the west gate, the first 84 mm recoilless rifle shell misses high, passing over the Onogoro warriors' heads to blast a large hole in the third story of a bank office three blocks away. The office is thankfully unoccupied at this hour. The second round front the same weapon manages, paradoxically, to be devastatingly effective without directly hurting a single living thing. It strikes the ground in front of the attackers at a bad angle. The impact fuze fails. The dud round skids in among the warriors, causing momentary panic as they scatter by the dozens in all directions or dive for whatever cover they can find.

By the time a quick-thinking Onogoro mage manages a particularly flashy fire-suppression charm capable- with extreme effort- of preventing an explosive charge from detonating, the attack's momentum is broken. All is not lost for them, though. With remarkable speed, Lord Bojo leads his personal retainers in throwing together a spellcraft-reinforced barricade from hastily ripped-up chunks of pavement and building facades, intending to buy time with which to plan his command's next move.

At the east gate, the recoilless gunners are more conventionally successful- at first. Their first shot lands in the attackers' midst, exploding, sending mages sprawling, and leaving several Onogoro mages with serious, even critical injuries. With a gasping effort, Lady Matsu Nakatomi hurls a potent smoke-spell of her own across the hundred or so meters between her position and the compound wall, blinding the defenders. While rifle and machine gun fire continues to rake the Onogoro force through the smokescreen, it is effectively unaimed and accomplishes little.

***

Thus, within the first few minutes of the battle, the north gate is menaced by a cautious, methodical, but above all slow approach. The attack on the west gate stalls, becoming- for the moment- a race between Lord Bojo's ability to turn large pieces of rubble into barricades and the MCAT recoilless rifle teams' ability to turn barricades into large pieces of rubble. Though it achieves little more than force preservation, Lord Bojo is, for the moment, winning.

Meanwhile, at the east gate, the nominal unit commander, Lord Ogura, has been stunned by the shell explosion. Lady Nakatomi shouts commands, trying to rally the eastern force for a quick rush on the gate.

Her efforts are about to be greatly complicated by the arrival of heavy MCAT reinforcements.

The Imperial Ministry planned this attack with the full expectation that the Sailor Senshi would arrive on the scene soon after the first shots are fired- between five and twenty minutes, probably. The Empty Face observers may not have seen every aspect of the battle to defend the compound against Labyrinth on Monday, but they think they've seen enough.

Where the Senshi spend their nights, or for that matter their noons, remained unknown. But from what happened on Monday, it was easily inferred that MCAT's yokai leader had a panic button, and that one particular rumor is true. Namely, that Sailor Moon can teleport with the casual ease that has done more to convince Onogoro leadership that she is an unknown and unsealed kami than any other single factor.

Onogoro took a three day delay to confirm that their godbinding preparations were as airtight, or at least kami-tight, as they could be. Because they might very well need to use them, several times, during the initial assault on MCAT's compound even before the outer defenses were fully breached. The lords were somewhat heartened by Empty Face observations on Monday which suggested that the unknown child-Senshi with the staff had been clearly affected by even the relatively paltry sleep-spells cast by the mysterious automatons, but this was a thin reed to place their hopes on.

Onogoro believed itself reasonably prepared for the worst, all things considered.

But only in an armchair sense was the Onogoro command structure truly ready to assault this density of heavy weapons fire… and only in an armchair sense were they truly ready to fight Sailor Venus.
Empty Face Team One warning confers Expecting Trouble!
Veils and Visions
nullified by Star Shell Surprise!
Sheer Weight of Numbers
nullified by The Demon Hunters Are Dead!

MCAT Guard Force + Meiou's 2nd Platoon
d100 + 17 (Lt. Meiou Martial) + 17 (Typical Soldier/Yokai Prowess) + 10 (Already Alert) + 5 (Charms and Cynicism) + 10 (Star Shell Surprise) + 15 (Sailor Venus Prowess/3)
Vs
Onogoro Heavy Infantry
d100 + 16 (Lord Nakatomi Martial) + 18 (Typical Attacker Prowess) + 10 (Veils and Visions) - 5 (Armchair Operational Planning) + 15 (Sheer Weight of Numbers) + 5 (Samurai Tradition) + 5 (Loaded for Oni) + 5 (Utility Casters) + 5 (Expecting Trouble)

d100 + 74, rolled a 28, result 102
vs
d100 + 49, rolled a 76, result 125

Significant Onogoro Success!

Perimeter positions overrun!
Gate positions threatened!
Gate positions not yet hard-pressed!
The last few minutes have seen a flurry of messages on the Senshi's communicators.

An outside observer sensitized to the Silver Millennium relics' network would see voice packets flashing back and forth, thrumming along connections that, to a certain kind of eye, would gleam and quiver like piano wires threaded through the space behind all spaces.

The Senshi have chosen to strike a particularly complex and challenging balance to the best of their ability during this battle, demanding considerable tactical sophistication. On the one hand, they seek to help MCAT in its hour of need and to ensure that Onogoro is defeated on this field. On the other hand, they are trying to honor the threat of the god-binding ritual Onogoro has prepared to counter them.

Due to Unnati's decision to reveal Onogoro secrets unwisely entrusted to her in hopes of recruiting her as a consultant, the Sailor Senshi are at least moderately informed about what Onogoro's god-binding ritual is capable of. In this, they have an advantage over nearly all the beings who were sealed by it in centuries past. They know, in broad outline, the nature of its targeting methods, its zone of effect, and some of its limitations.

And so the plan is for the four Sailor Senshi present on the field to mostly avoid contact with Onogoro, mostly staying out of effective range or out of sight where they cannot easily be targeted by the spell, and intervening only at potentially decisive moments. Glad of any help she can get, Director Samui has accepted this potentially limited aid without complaint, perhaps hoping that the Senshi's impulses towards heroism will draw them into taking bolder steps once they're actually engaged against the Imperial Ministry's forces.

If so, Sailor Venus volunteering to "get out there and put some teeth into their kick" probably strikes Samui as a good sign.

Relayed via one of MCAT's communication staff, to Sailor Mars, to Sailor Venus who at the time is standing just under a roof access hatch, Lt. Meiou's request for 'special assets' is met with vigor and enthusiasm. So much so, in fact, that Sailor Venus inadvertently breaks the hatch off its hinges. She proceeds in a vaguely easterly direction in a bounding, leaping sprint that soon reaches speeds of nearly 150 km/h. Given that the distance to be covered is considerably less than one kilometer, she is there very soon indeed after getting the word to intervene.

***

The sudden eruption of a thick cloud of blinding smoke at the base of the compound wall causes great concern among the defenders. They are not aware of the incoming support, nor did Lieutenant Meiou accurately predict that they would need it. They were, understandably, not watching their own rear. When a brief flash of golden light passes over their heads in an enormous catapulting bound and a whoosh of air, they don't know what to make of it, except that it's clearly outbound and hopefully the enemy's problem.

It is June 25, 1992. Astrological metaphor would say that the Evening Star hasn't been particularly visible lately, concealed behind the skirts of the brighter sun, and the astrological metaphor is not wrong. But she's still there, and Onogoro soon receives a lesson the Dark Kingdom could have taught them, had they been in a position to ask.

Sailor Venus knows, among other things, how to make an entrance.

Just as Lady Nakatomi finishes gathering up enough mages to consider charging the smoke-shrouded compound wall with a flying wedge of attackers that should be able to survive the approach to contact, the golden flash skims over the wall, through the smoke, and bounds again to the top of a three-story building, briefly lost to sight before-

Venus Sulfur Smoke !」

This new smokescreen is very, very close to the Onogoro force. Even the first whiff of the edges of it suggests something far deadlier and more dangerous than the tear gas they've already passed through. It is also tame in a way smoke would never naturally be, occupying a fixed boundary as if someone had built a wall across the street from it. This wouldn't frighten serious combat mages by itself, of course. Not if it wasn't for the hissing. If not for the sound of droplets striking and corroding the pavement, the building fronts, and every other thing within itself. And it reaches high, unnaturally high, far overhead, and real mist or smoke would sink and pool at ground level under such circumstances, spreading out into something wider. That prospect is why the Onogoro samurai begin to edge nervously backwards.

The rifle fire has stopped. They do not know whether it's because the MCAT guards are conserving ammunition, or because this neat wall of acidic fog is doing something it really, really shouldn't be able to do to the bullets in midair.

And then the cliff of airborne hell-brew between themselves and the enemy slides open like a door's been opened, and Sailor Venus steps out. She seems to ripple slightly as she passes out from the shadow of her deadly fogbank and into the sharp, discolored light of the star-shells overhead. One or two of the most perceptive of those watching manage to notice a little pockmark appear on her cheek, an acne scar or something like it. But blemished or not, there she still stands, not at all a figment. And there they still recognize her as one of the Sailor Senshi. Certainly not a figment or a fake.

She glares at them, puts her hands on her hips, and begins to shout, standing with her hands. Sailor Venus has long since learned to use a superhuman diaphragm to best effect; the volume is… considerable.

"You! Where were all of you- where was all of this- a year ago, two years? When the Dark Kingdom started singing people's hearts out and pulling energy out of schools? Did you only think it was worth fighting for beatings and chains, and not for a maiden's innocence? Turn around, run away, drop to your knees and repent, find something, anything to do that's HELPING! Because, you sick old bullies, this stops right here!「Venus Black Heart Snow」!"

The incantation is completely unrecognizable, unearthly and foreign. But no one doubts it's a spell. She whips her hands forward and the shrapnel starts to fly.

There are a hundred, two hundred, more of the little ringing clangs and rattles and chiming noises as a massive swarm of sharpened leaden flecks strike the interlocking barrier spells of the Onogoro heavy infantry. Some of the 'snowflakes' stop and flatten and fall to the ground, only to rise again. Others punch through wards with crackles that would leave a scent of ozone, if that weren't entirely drowned out by the acrid reek of what's happening inside the sulfur smoke at Sailor Venus' back.

The sound of leaden rain on iron rises as the Black Heart Snow begins to strike enchanted armor, leaving bright streaks and dents. Warriors cover their faces and run through protective enchantments. Some of them manage to shoot back, mustering firebolts and blade-winds and more imaginative curses, but those daring enough to look up only see the woman in white and orange almost dancing between the blasts, dipping low, whirling, with no sign that she's even giving direction to the cloud of flying blades.

And her smile is a wide, bright, wild, terrible thing to see, something all too easy to notice in the flashing multi-colored witchlight and the halo she seems to have even in the illusion-stripping glare of the star shells. But then, Sailor Venus got her lessons by putting the fear of herself into demons, not into mortal men.

A grizzled mage, raising an increasingly scuffed and notched armored sleeve to cover his eyes from the flurries of tiny blades, twists power around a silver, fringe-decorated wand and casts a shower of glittering red sparks at her. Sailor Venus sidesteps- and the sparks circle her, clinging to her, all the same.

They're quite painless and don't seem to be slowing her down as she sways out of the path of a barely-visible mass of hungry darkness that flies past her and is itself devoured by the acid-cloud at her back. She has the arrogance- or the sense of how to make her presence felt by more than just the material- to wink at the mage who cast it at her. She hops casually over a sword-wind that slashes through the air where her calves were and rips up a spray of asphalt behind her. A bolt of lightning flashes from a shouting samurai's katana to her outstretched hand with a tremendous pop and impossibly reflects into the pavement, leaving no mark but a little sooty smudge on her glove.

The massed ranks of Onogoro's warriors fall back, step by step, under a rippling and frequently punctured mass ward, under the lashing blades of her wrath.

***

A kilometer and a half away, a rocketeer winces as one of the bracelets on his left wrists tightens slightly to get his attention. One of the little pieces of jade starts to flicker, then shines steadily once whichever mage is running Aunt Tosa's intricate plugboard over in Lord Nakatomi's headquarters gets the similarity-contagion balance right.

The Hinoyama clan's rocket garden is an expensive operation, officially subsidized by the household of the Shadow Empire, and unofficially subsidized by a broader mix of sources. Hinoyama Kenji, working as fast as he can, yanks the jade bead off the pins holding it to the bracelet, and slots it into a carved niche on one of the four-sun rockets in the rack. He picks the rocket up with a grunt of effort and runs it outdoors.

The jade bead's light changes from white to a rippling green as the rocket's hungry little animalistic spirit, one of many the Hinoyamas have conjured up and trained over the years for just this purpose, seizes on the connection to the jade, and through it to whatever spell or command caused… someone… to want a rocket launched at something.

Kenji's heard the warning that illusion spells don't seem to be working- the yokai have some kind of very powerful counter-spell. That's… troubling, so he plants the rocket down on the pavement as fast as he can and hopes no one notices him putting it there. It stands firmly on the base that holds it upright.

The hungry little spirit, trained in cloth handballs and darts and then transferred into this finely crafted and enchanted rocket, lets out a growl. It's ready to go. The whole thing isn't an easy product to make, but then the Hinoyamas are justifiably a proud, though by no means lowly, clan. Much of the reason for those subsidies is that the clan's artisanship has, over the years, kept them both careful and productive. Careful enough to make reliable rockets using their jealously guarded family secrets, and productive enough to allow for a quite substantial stockpile against needs such as this day.

Kenji pushes his thumb against the rocket's fuse and lights it with a cantrip, then jerks upright and spins on his heel, running back inside. Again, he hopes no one was watching, because he gets the feeling he's going to need to launch plenty more of these before the day is over.

The fuse burns down fast and the rocket takes off behind him. The guiding spirit's training kicks in several seconds later, at an altitude of about three hundred meters. It flips over to home in on a certain swirl of red sparks dancing around one of the Sailor Senshi. By then, Kenji is already back indoors and thinking about how to sneak the next rocket out a different exit of the same building.

***

Sailor Venus has killed a lot of youma over the past year. The past more-than-a-year. Minako's learned to think of them as nothing more than monsters, things that exist to hurt people, kill people, twist lives, and ruin families. They'd have done bloodcurdling things to her if they got the chance, they never offered her mercy, and she learned not to offer them any either. The Princess can, but that's… that's her power, her goodness. Sailor Venus… well, for a long time now, she's been the one who has to do painful things to let good things happen for other people.

But for all that Sailor Venus has done to terrify and hurt and kill youma, she's always tried to help people. Minako finds that she's angry at Onogoro, for leaving her to fight the Dark Agency alone- those words she shouted at them came from the heart, more than they could possibly know- but… they're still people, and she doesn't want them to die.

But the spells Sailor Venus uses against youma aren't exactly good choices for driving back an army and chasing it away without killing anyone. The Black Heart Snow is the best she has for that, for at least trying not to hurt anyone too badly, worse than can be fixed. For all that she can do grisly things with it- like with Cendrellion on Monday, a memory Minako can't let herself dwell on with enemies so close- the magic metal flakes are so much more controllable. They don't have to cut to the bone, they can be steered away from faces, and they're small enough that one by one, the Onogoro mages and their armor and their spells can at least sort of defend themselves.

If the worst happens, and she messes up with so many enemies and so many flakes flying, well… she can live with having killed a few of them to make the rest run away. They're terrible people, after all. She can live with that, too.

Or that is what she tells herself, at the very least.

Of course, for that same reason, she's not exactly making them run fast. They're still trying to hold a line…

Her eyes flick up and- yeah. That is… that's coming right for her. Something, something spitting fire that lights up the smoke trail behind it in the night- some kind of rocket; she bounces out of its way and lashes against the side with a kick and knocks it veering away towards a darkened storefront and she loses sight of it for a moment as she flips back upright and that is cheating. The rocket, in spectacular defiance of mundane physical law, twisted end-over-end in an absurdly tight space and-

And that's as far as Sailor Venus gets before it hits her in the teeth and explodes.

WHAM thump ow ow OW!

Sailor Venus has been hurt more times than she can easily count, far more than she'd admit to the others. She's been knocked down a lot more times than that. The explosion throws her on her back, sliding across the pavement on the seat of her skirt, but only for a moment. Because faster than she can entirely grasp what's happened, she slaps the ground hard with gloved hands, catapulting herself into the air. With a smooth twist of instinctive movement, she lands on her feet, clear of the smoke from the explosion. She leaps, reaching out to grab the nearest streetlight and hauling herself up with two fingertips to balance on top of it.

Sailor Venus glances briefly at the Onogoro army, and at the sky, to make sure nothing else is coming at her. Damn, but her face hurts, not that she's going to do anything stupid reaching up to feel her jaw.

Most of her leaden snowflakes have fallen while her mind was off them. The samurai and mages are staring up at her. Some are cheering that the rocket managed to at least move her- probably a bit more than that, damn that stung- And some, she's doing this right, are looking afraid. Because it didn't stop her, and they must know…

…Must know that if can hit that hard, with… with Mystic Ballerina Bazooka Rocket or whatever that was, then she can't afford to hold back any more. Minako glares down at the mages, angry at them for that, for everything before that, before she blinks, and Sailor Venus raises her hands, angled differently and ready to cast something that she has never used on anything but youma before. If this is the way that things have to be, then Venus is happy she's here to do it first. Before Usagi, or one of the other girls, has to make the choice.

She'll start it in front of them. That way, it won't kill them if they run fast enough.

Especially if she warns them first.

Her jaw aches, but she's sure it isn't broken and she's pretty sure the blast didn't knock any teeth loose or anything. Still, the words make it ache a little more. "Start running. Now! 「Venus… Rains… of the Broken… H-」!"

She doesn't quite finish the incantation.
Sailor Venus
d100 + 15 (Evasive Tactics) + 10 (Significant Spoilers) + 5 (Kinda Mobile) - 5 (Very Conspicuous) - 5 (Area Effects)
Vs
Onogoro Godbinders
d100 - 20 (She's No Kami)

d100 + 20, rolled a 40, result 60
Vs
d100 - 20, rolled a 55, result 35

Senshi Modest Success!
Sealing attempt fails!
Sailor Venus' left hand jerks to a stop, more from surprise than from the force of the thin strands of what look like old, frayed twine wrapping around her arm and pulling back against it. She tries to pick up her spell again, but more and more cords are flashing into existence- not coming at her like whips, but seeming to appear out of nowhere.

Shifting to keep her balance atop the streetlight, she tugs hard, and those first few cords snap easily. But in the second that took, two dozen more cords have wrapped around her chest and legs. She falls off the streetlight and yanks her right arm loose long enough to grab it, but the cords are getting stronger, tougher. Some of them are somehow sprouting tags that make them look like temple shimenawa.

They're back around both her arms again, and for every cord she breaks, two or three more appear out of nowhere. More, and more, and more than she could possibly count, wrapping her up like a mummy. Her grip on the bending, sparking streetlamp buckles the metal a bit too far and the part she's holding comes away in her hand. She hears a ragged shout from the Onogoro army as the cords start to drag her.

She twists to try and keep her feet somehow, but with her legs tied together by the cords that's not happening. The threads are sinking into, through the ground somehow, even more obviously magical now that they're towing her slowly- well, slowly by her standards- back the way she came, along the street. They drag her back into the acidic fogbank that's already badly corroded the pavement beneath her and the cars and storefronts around her. Venus can feel the greasy wetness of her magic clinging to the cords, trying to char them away into nothing. But somehow, they seem to be drinking in her magic, draining away the fog faster than it can damage her bindings. A few cords blacken and snap, and some of the tags and amulets hanging from the cords are marred or drop off, but her magic isn't biting them the way it should. She's still being- being-

Minako has long since learned not to panic. To keep her head, no matter what. This isn't even the worst thing she's had to fight through. Nothing like Ireland. At least these cords aren't trying to turn her lungs into green goop from the inside out! But even so, this… this isn't an ordinary spell. It has to be one of those ritual set-pieces, an idea she only has the words for in English. This must be the spell that's meant to bind kami and force them into a temple, and it wants her all tied up and tucked out of the way somewhere inside MCAT's headquarters! And, thinking about it, she's done some of the things she was warned might make it easier for the spell to get a grip on her… oh. Oh. Yeah. She was NOT doing things the way the Princess said they should. Very much oops. Damn it, she's such an idiot sometimes, and it's going to be even worse if she doesn't get out!

So no, Minako can't panic at a time like this. Sailor Venus thinks, briefly, of trying to cut herself loose with the sword she knows ought to be hers, but when you're all tied up like this, that's how you cut yourself by mistake. If this was happening to someone else, she'd wave a Crescent Beam around them and burn through the cords, like she did to the youma with the tendrils that grabbed Miss Carroll. But using Crescent Beam at zero distance is… normally a bad idea. Besides, she can't really get her hands into position.

No, no, she should do like she'd usually do.

There haven't been that many times when something's tried to tie her up since she first became a guardian of Love and Justice. Not a lot, really. But it's happened enough times that she's done some thinking about it. There are two kinds of things that try to tie her up. There are things that might, maybe, have a right to live. For everything else, there's hydrochloric acid, and plenty of it.

***

The MCAT force guarding the east gate only started to figure out what that glowing blur jumping over their heads was after Sailor Venus started shouting at the Onogoro samurai from the other side of two billowing smoke clouds, one of which is more or less right at their feet. Then there are sounds of combat, or something like it. An eerily cheerful undertone of clinks and clatters and ringing chiming sounds is cut by shouts, screams, and the sounds of more traditional spells and weapons. The smoke right in front of them begins to disperse- the caster has other things on her mind.

But before they can see what's happening, there's an explosion and a ragged cheer. The sound of clattering metal on metal stops. Then there's a strange, unidentifiable sound and the cheers get louder. MCAT guards and soldiers eye each other nervously… and then the second, more distant cloud of smoke begins to fade.

Sliding and bouncing across the ground towards them at the pace of a brisk walk, a prone, struggling someone is being pulled towards them. They're wrapped in so many cords that observers doubt it's Sailor Venus at all… until the magic flares. Golden light swirls, highlighting golden hair that's unmistakably hers, and then quite suddenly the Senshi is surrounded by dozens, hundreds of liters of liquid. Liquid snarling and roaring and boiling and fuming and sending up thick clouds of corrosive vapor. Still a ways away, but terrifying, potent enough that many of the soldiers check their gas masks, and a few last holdouts from the MCAT force finally put theirs on.

They wonder, fearfully. Did Onogoro get her somehow? Is the Imperial Ministry trying to finish her off with some horrible magic designed to strike down even a warrior that many of them already consider to be a demigoddess? Should- should they do something?

The pool of acid moves with Sailor Venus, corroding a furrow in the pavement as it goes, getting closer, closer, close enough that they're starting to worry what will happen when it hits the gate, before it… stops. The vapors rise in a column into the night, lit from below by gold and from above by the brilliant white of the star shells, and-

And Sailor Venus steps out, perfectly upright, seeming entirely undisturbed by the massive bruise on her jaw and right cheek. She whirls, raising her finger to the heavens, and lowers it down the street, to the east, towards the enemy.

Crescent Beam !」

The ruler-straight beam of golden light is dazzling, now, for a moment, and most of them look away, unsure whether the blast hit the street in front of the Onogoro samurai, or went over their heads, or if the might of a hundred mages somehow managed to raise a collective barrier that could withstand it. But the enemy is still there- leaning on weapons, leaning on each other, gasping, and none of them are cheering or charging right now.

Sailor Venus turns back to the MCAT lines with a battered, beaming grin on her face. And if whatever hit her in the mouth hard enough to bruise a Senshi has affected her voice, there's no sign of it.

"Whoops, sorry about that! That was clingier than I expected. But I think I've slowed them down a little! Anyway, sorry to hit them and run, but I've got to get back on the road. I know you all can take it from here! They don't know who they are dealing with, so make sure to give them a present from me! Tahtah!"

She waves cheerfully, airily, and blows the gate guards a kiss that takes on luminous life of its own, a mist that washes over them.

Sailor Venus bounds up onto a rooftop, and the light of her passing shows that she is sprinting away at high speed to… somewhere.

To her east, she leaves behind a battered Onogoro force- dozens of them lightly wounded and some who have suffered worse than that. They've narrowly survived an encounter with a titan of the battlefield, one that has just, in turn, withstood and escaped some of the most powerful magic they've ever seen or heard of. They're lurching, desperate for a moment to recover their strength.

To her west, she leaves behind MCAT's defenders, who wonder what has happened, what could have done that to her, why she's leaving. They hesitate, despite all her encouragement, and wonder if they're alone now, in the face of that power.



Choose options for each of the four Sailor Senshi actually present. Because "EVADE" was chosen as the strategy, no more than two Senshi can choose 'ACTIVE' options. Any number of Senshi can take 'PASSIVE' options. Any Senshi whose actions are not specified by the plan will adopt their 'DEFAULT' options.

Senshi action options must be voted on as a plan.


DEFAULT OPTIONS

Default options are those which the Senshi would autonomously adopt as part of the 'Evade' strategy. Any Senshi whose action is not specified will take the following actions. Bear in mind that a default action is not necessarily inferior to the alternatives.

Sailor Moon: Observe from the top of a skyscraper outside the god-binding ritual's range. Teleport in if things seem truly desperate.
Sailor Jupiter: Aerial reconnaissance, out of the god-binding ritual's range. Potentially susceptible to rocket attack.
Sailor Mars: Coordinating the Senshi from inside MCAT command center. Susceptible to a god-binding attempt if she is located by Empty Faces. Acts as close-in defense against Empty Face attack on the command center.
Sailor Venus: Break off contact and sprint out of the zone of effect, recounting her experiences with the rocket and the god-binding spell to the others. Per standing orders ('EVADE'), by default she would not re-engage promptly without orders from the princess or something capable of convincing her to ignore the standing orders she already has.

ACTIVE OPTIONS
These actions involve direct conflict with the enemy or conspicuous activity in full view of the enemy. Any one Senshi can be assigned to any of them. Any Senshi will attempt to do any of these options to the best of her ability. Results may vary depending on both ability and luck. There are no write-ins.

-[ ] Try to do something about the Empty Faces
-[ ] Try to do something about the rockets
-[ ] Violently interfere with one of the Onogoro attack axes, like Minako just did (For each Senshi assigned to this, choose one axis- north, east, or west. No single Senshi can usefully interfere with two axes in the same combat round)
-[ ] Battlefield healing/buffing

PASSIVE OPTIONS:
These actions do not involve direct conflict with the enemy or conspicuous action in full view of them. Write-in passive actions are allowed, subject to the constraint just mentioned.

-[ ] Try to figure out where the godbinding ritual is coming from (Locked, no Sailor Mercury)
-[ ] Call For Support (Write-In: Who you gonna call?)
-[ ] Write-In:

***

The following choice has nothing to do with the Senshi actions and should not be part of the plan vote.

It is reasonably likely, though not certain, that during the next round of combat, a specific Onogoro Empty Face will make a choice regarding a certain opportunity presented to them by their infiltration plans. If they are presented with this choice, will the main motives guiding their decision be:


[ ][EMPTYFACE] Ruthlessness and Prejudice
or
[ ][EMPTYFACE] Cruelty and Treachery
 
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The Midnight Incident - Part 5
The Midnight Incident
Part Five

The sound of leaden rain on iron rises as the Black Heart Snow begins to strike enchanted armor, leaving bright streaks and dents. Warriors cover their faces and run through protective enchantments. Some of them manage to shoot back, mustering firebolts and blade-winds and more imaginative curses, but those daring enough to look up only see the woman in white and orange almost dancing between the blasts, dipping low, whirling, with no sign that she's even giving direction to the cloud of flying blades.

Her smile is a wide, bright, wild, terrible thing to see, something all too easy to notice in the flashing multi-colored witchlight and the halo she seems to have even in the illusion-stripping glare of the star shells. But then, Sailor Venus got her lessons by putting the fear of herself into demons, not into mortal men.

A grizzled mage, raising an increasingly scuffed and notched armored sleeve to cover his eyes from the flurries of tiny blades, twists power around a fringe-decorated silver wand and casts a shower of glittering red sparks at her. Sailor Venus sidesteps- and the sparks circle her, clinging to her, all the same.


In Lord Nakatomi's headquarters, the Hinoyama clansman at the intricately carved sugi-wood table by the wall, the one that reminds him of a few telephone switchboards he's seen, turns to shout at him. "Sir, I've got a pull from the east gate force!"

"Go!" Nakatomi barks out his agreement sharply, leaving the fellow to it. He doesn't understand the intricacies of the spells- many of them family secrets, he's sure- that guide the products of the Hinoyama 'rocket garden.' Nor does he much care, as long as the rockets go up and then come down on the right heads.

He'd been about to order the weapons used only on the Sailor Senshi, if necessary, and to let the rocketeers concentrate on bringing down those enchanted parachute flares that are depriving his men of their power to cast illusions and invisibility. And maybe he will- in a moment. But for now… he needs to know what the problem is.

Nakatomi picks up the sculpted jade ear that's served his family as a microphone since long before the magic-less public caught onto the idea of having the things, saying "Lord Ogura! The rocket's on the way. What's the matter?" But it's a woman who answers- for the second time in just a few minutes, his niece. She's shouting, and she doesn't sound panicked so much as… desperately urgent.

"Lord Ogura's down, uncle, there was an explosion! It's one of the Senshi! Orange skirt, should be Sailor Venus! She's set something like a swarm of little steel hornets after us! They're pushing us back!"

A spike of fear reaches through Nakatomi's reserve. But then… "Can you hold on for a few minutes, Matsu?"

"A few- where are the binding mages?"

"Just keep the men alive, Matsu, the ritualists will try for her soon!"

They will. Or he'll have someone's guts out for leaving Kojiro's little girl to swing in the breeze. He picks up a second sculpted ear, keyed to a different set of spells. It's carved somewhat indifferently compared to the first, and magically colored in a rather crass manner to imitate a rarer form of jade, but he really doesn't care about either of those things at the moment.



You are Usagi Tsukino, and your heart screams with tight, painful tension. The blazing flares hanging on parachutes over MCAT headquarters light up the night sky, casting their brilliance on the battlefield below. That light feels… odd on your skin, somehow.

So much is happening, all at once. Even if you could see through the buildings and watch everything going on at street level, you wouldn't be able to keep track of it all without being in ten places at once. But you can see the big clouds of smoke rising from the streets around MCAT headquarters. You can hear so many gunshots that they merge into an unending crackling roar, punctuated with single loud explosions and the sounds of some of the Onogoro spells. And beneath the powerful light of the parachute flares, there's a constant flicker of gun flashes, the streaks of colored light from the enchanted bullets you've seen before, and the endlessly changing light of more of those same spells from the Onogoro magicians.

You're at war with yourself. Your instinct is to rush down there, to do something. You've got to save someone, anyone, everyone. But you've spent some painful hours thinking this over, in the past night and day, after you got back from that wonderful trip to Mercury. It completely distracted you at school. It cast a shadow over your evening with Minori. Because…

You aren't like Kóre; you can't be every place you're needed all at the same time. And you're… stoppable. You know that, somehow. You suspect that the Onogoro binding spell won't work on you as well as the Indian sorceress who warned Naru suspects it might, but you have no reason to think it can't work. And if it did…

The fights you can see here, even all of them put together, are only one part of a tremendously complicated war. New and terrible things are happening every week. Onogoro wants to lock you away, to suppress your powers, and if they can do that, if they can weaken you or even outright capture you…

You won't be there when someone, when everyone, really, really needs you.

In a way, you owe Mr. Minami- the man you saved on Monday, and you only just learned his name earlier today- some gratitude for showing you the tiniest glimpse of what that would mean. You don't regret saving him even the slightest little bit. But that one action took you out of the picture entirely for nearly two days.

What it did to your friends and family scares you. And you don't even want to think about what else could have happened before you woke up on Wednesday afternoon, without you being able to do anything about it. A new Dark Kingdom scheme, the Ministry trying something- trying this- a Jewel Seed running wild again, or some horrible thing from one of the Pretty Cures' enemies. It's hard to accept, but you were lucky that nothing like that happened later Monday night, or on Tuesday, or Wednesday morning. For forty hours, anything could have gone terribly wrong, and you'd have been powerless to help anyone.

And that thought, of what could happen if most or all of your friends are trapped and unable to act effectively, did more than anything else to convince you that you wouldn't let that happen to you and your Senshi tonight.

People call you a hero. Your friends call you a princess. You know that you're a friend and a daughter and- to your very great surprise- even a mother. You have to be there for people, not just tonight, but tomorrow and tomorrow and every day after that without fail.

You can't run in every time. Not quite. Not without something being somehow different, in a way you can't quite put your finger on.

But it hurts, and it's a strain.

Especially since one of your friends volunteered to go running in herself, because of course she did, and she wouldn't hear otherwise. And… someone has to, but that didn't stop it from hurting and scaring you when Minako jumped across the rooftops in a golden blur, down into the smoke-filled streets below. She's going out there to fight an army for you, and you're not there.

It feels so wrong.

You can't see Minako right now; she's cast one of her spells and from this angle you don't see the street where she's standing. But you can just barely make out the Onogoro foot soldiers she's facing. Their little flags are wavering and sliding away from MCAT, away from her, you think. So at least if Minako is fighting an army for you, at least you're pretty sure she's winning.

But that's just something you tell yourself; it doesn't stop your nerves from winding up tight, like something so sharp it could cut steel. You concentrate on remembering to breathe, which is easier to forget when you're transformed. You concentrate on your communicator and waiting for Rei to tell you anything new as you watch for any sign that something might have gone horribly wron-

There.

A streak of light rushes up into the sky, somewhere at least a kilometer away. Probably two. A rocket, maybe? There are a lot of buildings between you and wherever it launched from; you can't be sure exactly which cross-street or alleyway in that part of the city it might have come from. The rocket hardly leaves any visible smoke trail at all, the way fireworks might, and what smoke there is fades much faster than you'd expect. Faster than is natural.

But wherever that rocket came from, it's in the sky, and you don't think it's friendly, and you know what to do about that.

You draw forth the Moon Rod, twirling it around your fingers as it lengthens and grows into the ancient Moonlight Staff of the princess. You push it down a little ways through the rooftop's gravel and just slightly into the material beneath, to keep it stable. Then you reach out and a shiver runs down your spine as your fingers gently pluck the strange heat-shimmer point at the center of the staff's crystal crescent headpiece.

「Moon Sparkling Sensation! 」

Your consciousness blooms forwards, spreading out through the cone of perception that comes with the true form of Serenity's only combat spell. The burning thing is now arcing over and down- roughly towards where Minako is fighting. It's… it's definitely a rocket, but that's not all it is. It has magic around it- in it- and it's definitely looking for something. You're more and more sure that that something is someone.

Your brow blazes with the familiar sense of your lunar crescent coming to vibrant, radiant life. Power flows from your every pore. You worry that the binding-mages may be able to sense this, but from what Naru learned, you should be outside their reach here. This spell gives you more than enough reach for that. You draw your fingers back, stretching as if you were drawing a bow, ready to swat down the weap-
Wait! That thing isn't just a weapon, it's some kind of spirit-creature!
Wait, what? At the very literal speed of thought, you try to quell this absurd idea of not zapping this rocket.
You can feel it, it's been… trained somehow, it's just doing what it thinks will get it fed. Hungry little ghostly thing…
It's not that you like the idea of using the Sparkling Sensation on something that you sense is kind of like a ferocious dog or a hungry hawk but…
Oh, you've heard stories of things like this being used for war, there's… hm, you can't remember, there's something but that's just the kind of militant magic you never really cared for…
What. Why is your brain doing. Why is your brain. GAH! You wrestle with yourself more angrily, and force the intrusive foolishness from your mind because there is literally a rocket flying through the air and you're pretty sure it's aimed at Minako- And the strings of force connecting your fingertips to the focus of the Moonlight Staff go 'pop' and disappear in a shower of silver sparks. You grit your teeth and begin the spell again, as fast as ever before and probably faster…
You think it's anticipating something- it must be that conditioning, you're sure of it, really kind of pitiable…
I mean you can kind of see the point but that is a rocket and it is headed for-
Shukra's amazing at this kind of thing, she'll stop it if she thinks she should. You honestly can't imagine her letting something like this really get to her, being a warrior is her whole… idiom, really.
Damn it, you are going to zap that rocket and- and once again, the spell blinks out. Because magic that only the shadow of Princess Serenity understands, is magic that can only be cast through the shadow of Princess Serenity's ancient understanding of the world.

And the sheer swirling chaos in your brain leaves you frozen, staring, hating that you haven't even managed to shout a warning, as the rocket dips down between the buildings out of your line of sight and there's a boom and you're still frozen and at war with yourself, locked up, until you see Minako balancing atop a streetlight and thank any gods that are listening, as your past life clearly was not, that she's probably okay.
See, just like you thought!

Your breath hisses in between your gritted teeth as you ball your angry fists. You think you finally understand, for the first time, why Ami talks about Ermis the way she does. When she does, she sounds a little like the way you feel right now. Now that you've seen- felt- one of your most powerful spells be useless to help one of your best friends, seeing the spell leave you useless to help your friends, all because your over-pampered magical space princess past self has the fighting instincts of a head of lettuce!

Another rocket rises into the sky. A little growl passes your lips. If Serenity won't help you, fine, you'll do it yourself! You let go of the Moonlight Staff and take a step forwards. You raise your hands to frame a box of night sky, and-

「Moon Sparkling Sensation!」

You frame the rocket in your fingers, and you can feel your intent forming into a beam. But there's none of the magical awareness, the sense that you know everything that is happening up there, about every bird and bee and airplane and orbiting satellite in the direction that your hands are pointing. You have no idea how Serenity did that. You also have no idea why, instead of the pencil-thin beams you get with the Moonlight Staff, your beam is a fist-sized bore stabbing into the night sky.

The rocket's fast, and quite far away, and climbing at a funny angle and twitching back and forth as it makes little corrections. And it's hard to keep things perfectly centered with just your fingers. This isn't like a light gun game at the arcade, where the enemies are big and right there in front of you. In the first moment, the beam misses, and you try to correct, to twist it a little or guide it onto the rocket. But that just makes it worse. The beam thickens, thins, twists into a spiral, sways back and forth across the sky, and briefly somehow locks into something that squiggles back and forth like a schoolbook drawing of a wavelength.

You miss, and you miss, and you keep missing even as you start to really feel the strain of keeping the spell up for the first time. Fighting things that are flying and kilometers away is hard, and the only consolation you have is that the rocket never curves back down towards the ground at all. It never even touches your friends. It keeps slanting upwards, towards one of the brilliant flares in the sky that are hanging on parachutes. It reaches the flare and explodes with a distance-softened boom that you hear several seconds later. The flare goes dark.

A moment later, as you stand frustrated, you hear a voice.

"Hey, Venus here. I'm okay, though running off didn't feel great. That binding spell's pretty nasty, so watch out!"

"Wait, they cast it on you!?"

"Oh, yeah, Got tied up and dragged and all that. I broke loose, though; it's not unbeatable."

"Do you think it had anything to do with that rocket? I saw there was a rocket. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I've been punched in the face by worse… once. Watch those things; it came after me like it knew my home address. And I don't know my home address!"

That's it. That's… that's it. She's been hurt too many times and you aren't going to let that happen again, not to any of your friends. It occurs to you that the rockets would probably do much worse to anyone else except your friends, but you were already moving before you thought of that.

You glance up at the sky. While you were listening to Minako, four more flares have appeared… or more than four have appeared and a few have disappeared, which might well be true, because you see another rocket climb into the sky like the one from before. And they could switch back to your friends any time they show themselves, couldn't they?

You clench your fist angrily, and say one more thing through the communicator.

"Okay, that's enough rockets! Mars, you're still there in the room with Samui?"

"Yes." You can hear that quiet concern; she can tell you've made a decision but doesn't know what it is.

"Good. Then if MCAT needs any more close-up help, it's your decision, what to do about it. I'm going to go do something about those rockets, if I have to go up there and break them in half myself!"

And you mentally tune out of your communicator, because this is going to take your concentration. You look up into the sky at a streak of blazing fire, and you judge your moment and you can teleport to anything you can see, and you can sure see that thing-

*flicker grab*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Things stop going according to plan.

There's a lot about the rockets that you don't know.

You don't know that, following the orders of the Onogoro general, the Onogoro rocketeers have set their weapons to chase after the brightest, most radiant and obvious sources of magic they can see.

You don't know that in the 'eyes' of the strange, ferocious little guiding spirits that inhabit the rockets… Well, to them, in the moment of your teleportation, the power of lunar magic briefly outshines the flares.

You don't know that you have badly, badly confused the rocket you were coming for. The rocket which you just gracefully grabbed ahold of with one hand, and which is now trying to home in on a target that is hanging off its own tail assembly.

All you know is that you had expected to grip it with one hand, already sure you could, and then grab it with the other and snap it in half and you really didn't think much about it… and you got as far as having a one-handed grip and now the city skyline is spinning around in wild, crazy circles, crazier even than when you lost control with Ami last night over Mercury, and your twintails are trailing out behind you, and-

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

You can barely see anything; even with the senses of a Sailor Senshi, you can barely understand what is happening. The rocket engine is strong. Nowhere near so strong that you couldn't resist it on the ground, but more than strong enough to easily sling your weight around when you have nothing to brace against. And it's chasing the strongest magic in the sky… you.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

But you won't… let… go… and you blindly wave your other arm around until you get that grip and do like you planned and snap.

The rocket is broken now and for a moment a wash of burning gunpowder or something a lot like it dazzles your vision and fills your nose with the scent of not quite fireworks and… okay. now you are falling and you've got two big lengths of dented, crudely torn rocket tube in your hands. And since the rockets explode, you're pretty sure the piece with a poky stick on its nose is a bomb, which you're careful not to touch. And you're falling and you whip your head around and… there's a couple more rockets in the sky and they look like they're curving around to head right for you.

Okay. Okay, you can do this.

Except now you're holding a bomb and you have to put it somewhere so you pick a rooftop that looks easy to find again and flicker and set it down gingerly, with the not-poky end facing down. You look up and there are two burning dots in the sky that are getting bigger very fast-

flicker

***

Lord Nakatomi collects reports from the northern and eastern forces- both advancing slowly, but their commanders don't sound overawed or beaten. They've seen no sign of the Senshi yet. He hesitates for a split second before picking up the ear again to address his niece, with the formality of a commander addressing one of his senior officers…

"Lady Nakatomi, report on the eastern force!"

She was probably expecting it, because the reply is commendably unflinching. "A few dead, several incapacitated, many walking wounded. Sailor Venus broke loose of the binding ritual, but she ran off instead of coming after us again. I- think I'll have the men rallied soon, uncle."

He forces himself to sound sober and calm about that news. "Right. Very good. Carry on, then."

He takes a moment to compose himself, and turns only when he hears a diffident voice from the rocket board. The Hinoyama man. Right.

"Lord Nakatomi, my apologies, but a problem has occurred. It may, or may not, be a concern…"

He has no time for this kind of thing. "Tell me."

"My kin are doing their best to attack the illusion-breaking flares, but one of the Sailor Senshi…"

Alarm spikes in Nakatomi's gut. He twists, more fully turning to face the rocket man. "Are your people being attacked!?"

"Ah, no, not as such…"

***

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

This high up, no one can really hear you scream, so you just let it out, because it seems to help. At least it makes you feel better. Darkness-city lights-darkness blurs together in a whirl as, for the fourth time, a missile chases its own tail frantically. As you hang on and dent the casing with your grip and reach up and crack-hissss again get a faceful of burning powder.

And now you're falling again.

You're beginning to think you should do something different, but you can't think of anything that would work, what with Serenity making the Sparkling Sensation pretty much useless for this. So you twist in midair, trying to shake the dizziness out of your head, trying to watch for any rockets that you can only guess are seeing what you're doing and deciding they want to play with you-

kaboom

OW something boots you hard in the small of the back because you missed one of the rockets that was tracking on you and you flail your arms and cry out because dammit that hurts. Everything from the middle of your back down to your toes suddenly aches and you're still falling, wait, you're actually getting pretty close to the ground-

"AAAAAAH!"

flicker

But you won't give up!

***

Soberly, the Hinoyama man taps the little scrying mirror with his free hand. It shows a very distant view of the tiny figure of a woman, struggling in the sky. "That's happening, sir. I can only assume it's a Senshi-"

Nakatomi nods. "We have reason to believe Sailor Moon could be doing that. I hope none of the others can teleport like that, anyway. But remember your orders. Rockets on the flares, unless they are called after the Senshi!"

"I don't think we can get the flares like this, sir. More of them keep whistling in from somewhere and the rockets keep deciding they'd rather chase Sailor Moon, who won't sit still-"

There's a flash of light from the scrying mirror. "Congratulations, Hinoyama-san. For what it may turn out to be worth, I think your clan has scored another direct hit. Carry on as you are doing."

The Hinoyama man nods and puts the mirror away, then goes back to his board.

Nakatomi suppresses a sigh. He can't let the Hinoyama clan think their efforts are useless or unappreciated. But unless the rockets do more harm to the Sailor Senshi than he expects, more than Matsu seems to think they are or can, this isn't good at all. The flares are still acting on his men unimpeded, denying them the power of illusion, and whatever bizarre combination of magics Sailor Moon is using are allowing her to tie his rocket artillery completely into knots. But maybe a few more rockets will soften the strange kami up a bit for…

He picks up the second, more crudely carved jade ear again.

***

"AAAAAAH!"

You're pretty sure this is the eighth rocket. Or the seventh? Maybe just six and it feels like eight. You reach sideways-down-up, grip, and snap-

"ACK!"

You catch yourself just before you get confused and set the explodey end of the rocket down on the rooftop that isn't there because you teleported up to get away from the other rocket, which-

flicker

Okay, now you can put the bomb down and before the rockets come down here and blow up in the middle of all these bombs, which would be just a disaster-

flicker

You're a thousand meters high and falling again.
Sailor Moon
d100 + 15 (Evasive Tactics) + 10 (Significant Spoilers) + 10 (Extreme Range) + 30 (Flailingly Whirlingly Teleportingly Mobile) - 10 (Spectacularly Conspicuous)
Vs
Onogoro Godbinders
Dd100 - 20 (She's No Kami)

d100 + 55, rolled a 28, result 84
Vs
d100 - 20, rolled an 87, result 67

Senshi Modest Success!
Sealing Attempt Fails!
And as you sort of slump into that familiar falling sensation, you go limp for just a moment, because you're really high up now and you know you must have at least twenty or thirty seconds before you hit the ground and you just need about five seconds, because you are very much on edge and using your magic very hard…

"ACK!"

You see cords shimmering out of nowhere in the light of the flares, whipping through the space you just passed through. They're… ghostly, somehow.

Then you fall past another set that twist and writhe a little behind you. But you didn't see them till you'd already fallen past them, so you think they must have slid… through you somehow, without you noticing, which would make you feel uncomfortable if you had time to feel that way, which you don't, because AAAAH, another rocket-

flicker


***

"Lord Nakatomi, I'm sorry, but she's moving around too much! And she's switching between being too high, and on the ground, and outside the cordon! If- if she'd just stand still for more than about fifteen seconds, I'm sure we'd have her-"

Nakatomi suppresses, yet again, a grumble of discontent. "But if she stood still, she'd be doing something else to ruin our day. Give up and get ready to try again if another one of them reveals herself, or if something else changes."

"Thank you, milord. I'm sorry."

"There are limits to all things." Nakatomi shakes his head and cuts off the thread of willpower that turns the jade ear into more than just an ornament.
 
The Midnight Incident - Part 6
The Midnight Incident
Part Six

MCAT's second contact with the Empty Face 'Team One,' recently thwarted at the MP barracks by Jadeite, comes in the form of a sharp skirmish outside a guarded building loading dock. The presence of at least two and possibly three gifted magicians suggests a real and serious danger- that unlike the three false decoy teams neutralized so far, this is not just a handful of mind-controlled dupes led by a single junior agent.

The mixed security detachment led by the wolf-woman Hana, which had already captured one of the three teams, makes a quick dash through the buildings to try and corral the attackers in a restricted space that can hopefully be cordoned off. But the Empty Faces slip the net. The good news is the enemy infiltrators are kept from accessing a key maintenance tunnel that would lead directly to Dr. Sakurai's labs and less directly to several other important facilities. The bad news is that the entire action was a diversionary attack. Empty Face Team One neither knows nor cares about that particular maintenance tunnel.

A fourth decoy team, meanwhile, has the bad luck to run into a paranoid and hypersensitive security guard, one reckless enough to use a concussion grenade in inadvisably close quarters. His ruptured eardrums will not be the only self-inflicted injury sustained by MCAT security while trying to maintain vigilance against invisible enemies, though MCAT performance in this respect is only slightly worse than the historic average for forces that know they are under Empty Face attack, and far better than some instances.

The concussion grenade also regrettably deafens both the bakeneko sharing the guard's duty post, and the civilian victims making up the bulk of the decoy team. (a small group of unlucky petty criminals). Fortunately, the blast also overwhelms the personal protection of the Empty Face controlling the team.

A reaction team rushing to the scene in the wake of the explosion seizes the stunned Onogoro agent, whose attempt to use magic in self-defense does more to heighten the efforts to secure the prisoner than to permit an escape.

One may call it a minor victory that MCAT manages the first successful capture of a member of the infamous Imperial Truth Makers in several decades. Though this is less a testament to any single strategy or tool at MCAT's disposal, and more to the scale and meticulous character of MCAT's security preparations, and to the sheer quantity of mundane manpower and technology the organization can bring to bear even when disadvantaged by the circumstances of the attack.

However, while this has been going on, the actions of the decoy teams, combined with Team One's willingness to take risks to divert security forces, have accomplished one of Onogoro's major goals for the infiltration mission. Team Two has finally wriggled its way through the inner security checkpoints and past the last of the considerable array of protections surrounding their sensitive target, so far without MCAT's knowledge. Now in position to begin their main mission, they secure their target area, take stock, and prepare the equipment they brought for the task. However, full setup will still take them considerable time, for a number of reasons.

Meanwhile, the captured Empty Face is hastily rushed away for interrogation somewhere a small but reasonably safe distance from MCAT's command center. After a very brief discussion between the two most senior available interrogators, the elder cedes the task to the younger.



Genjuro Kazanari lets out a thoughtful hm and tilts his head deferentially. "Captain Sano?"

Rei Hino has been here in the headquarters for some time already tonight, and when she first got a sense of the situation, she expected Kazanari to be loud and confident and brash and to take charge. But instead, the big man has only done the first two of those things. He seems quite respectful to the JSDF man in the crisp, fussily neat uniform. She overheard him telling a wolfman that since the defense had originally been planned while he, Kazanari, was still in the hospital, and since much depended on Captain Sano's soldiers, he wouldn't want to cause confusion by changing the command structure and asking them to take orders from a civilian.

Rei Hino has decided that Genjuro Kazanari is a very confusing and unpredictable man.

Captain Sano looks to his left at a big wall board with plastic-coated maps and diagrams that three uniformed men are busily making modifications to. And then he begins to speak quickly, but crisply.

"Sailor Mars-" Sano nods deeply in Rei's direction- "tells us that Sailor Venus ran into trouble, but is well, and reports that the eastern enemy is heavily battered. Your men confirm that this seems to be so. Also, we are reinforcing them. Good enough. The western enemy is pinned down, but seems to have taken little damage and could move at any time. The northern enemy is advancing slowly, and my sergeant says they seem to be almost grenade-proof now. But the western enemy wouldn't be erecting barricades if they didn't fear our weapons… Hm. Mr. Kazanari, please take a squad of yokai to the west gate and take charge of the MCAT forces. I trust Lieutenant Meiou, but I think it will be good for your people's morale. They look up to you. And most of my MPs are headed north and east anyway, so more will depend on your men."

Kazanari braces and squares his shoulders, letting off a sloppy salute with his gauntleted hand. Rei sees Sano try to hide a slight wince as Kazanari barks out a hearty "Of course!" The big man pauses for only a moment to see if Sano has anything left to say, before turning to jog out of the command center.

And now the captain is looking directly at her. "Sailor Mars, if I had artillery or tanks to direct against the north gate force, I would. Instead, I can only ask for help from your sisters."

Rei nods, falling back on a polite reply to the man's seemingly reasonable request. "I'll talk to them." Hm. From what she thinsk she knows, it'd be best if Minako stays out of reach for a little while, so that the sealing ritualists don't get too used to her. So…

She steps away a little and taps her wrist, ready to pitch her voice under the buzz of activity and conversations around her. Understanding what Samui and her people think is going on is important, and for all that is wrong about her father, the man isn't wrong about one thing. That sometimes, the most important thing a person can do is to stand in the middle, away from the action, and make good plans.

But only sometimes, Rei adds to herself, pulling her mind away from the subject before it distracts her. She speaks.

"Jupiter?"

"Yes, Mars?"

Makoto's voice is thin and distant. The communicators are quite capable of making people sound rich and vibrant, but at times like this, they somehow seem not to. Rei still doesn't know how they decide.

"Can you see what's going on with the rockets?"

"Ah… I think Sailor Moon has them under control, but it's… really something. She's bouncing all over the sky and tearing them apart, and they haven't caught her yet. Do you think I should go help her out?"

And Rei thinks yes. Oh, yes, but she forces herself to remember everyone else and says "...Uh. Not yet, if that's working. The soldiers need help by the north gate, though."

"On it!"

Rei takes a moment to settle down and try to push aside her worries about Usagi. She's never lost yet, so if Makoto doesn't actually see her losing right now, it should be fine. Rei should concentrate on the moment, make sure she doesn't lose track of what's going on. The big plastic maps, which seem very helpful to Captain Sano, aren't actually helping her very much at all because they're covered with weird symbols and arrows and things. But she still knows how to listen, and Samui's bent over her speakerphone and looks worried. Rei sidles a little closer, and the slightly superhuman hearing of a Sailor Senshi does the rest.

"-can't hear you?"

"Not through two cones of silence and the fox's attention to stop him casting spells, he can't. Look, this could be important-"
Nonphysical activity; Agent Tinsnips Old Man Prowess penalty inapplicable!
Agent Tinsnips Trait: Mentalist ?: +? to psychic combat!
Empty Face Trait: ??? Mage: +? to psychic defense!
Empty Face Trait: Mentalist II: +3 to psychic combat!

Agent Tinsnips
d10 + ?? + ?? + ? - ? (Haste) = 1 + ?? = ?? no fumble
Vs
No One In Particular
d10 + ?? + ?? + ? = 2 + ?? = ??

???
"All right then, Sir Evans. What are your impressions?"

"He's tough, he's probably done this himself from the other side, and if he knows the plan he's guarding it damn well. I worked sideways- he's guarding his secrets but he's not quite sneaky-man enough to realize how badly he needs to guard what he knows about you. Especially since he expects me to already know it all. I could be wrong, he could have slipped false facts or a fake conviction onto me, but my gut instinct… send a team to check the jail cells."

Samui winces, looking irritated. "The prison block just reported in a minute ago, Sir Evans. They're fine."

"Just a slight weapons malfunction…"

Samui frowns down at the speakerphone. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing important. Just… please, send that team. A good one. Get Dame Clarabelle for it, if you can. I won't lie, he might be playing mind games of his own, but I think you should. I'll keep working on him."
 
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