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savethecitydesu2013-04-09 12:43 pm
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Who: Mitsuya, open to NON-magical characters
What: A little trip on the subway. Should be harmless enough, right?
Where: Outside the other subway entrance nearest Ryuseki.
When: After school on a Saturday.
The most unusual thing about where Mitsuya had stopped, digging through her bag with a puzzled frown, was Mitsuya herself.
Granted, one could say that about a lot of places, but the contrast was even greater than usual. This particular spot was almost aggressively normal to any observers, in fact, in a way that practically screamed "nothing to see here, shouldn't you be moving along, you've got better things to do than look at this clearly perfectly average location".
Mitsuya, meanwhile, with her peculiarly-colored hair in the elaborate plaits she'd put it in this morning, her formerly-regulation Ryuseki skirt with all its patches and additions in a myriad of colors and materials, and the peculiar-looking--walking stick? But surely it was too long for that, being almost taller than she was--that she was cradling in the crook of her elbow, looked like she belonged on the Scarlet Road, or in some fantasy manga.
But, as usual, she paid no particular heed to the funny looks she was getting, being too focused at the moment on hunting for the pass for the youkai subway that had somehow escaped her bag and, unbeknownst to her, was happily skittering away along the sidewalk in the strong breeze that had caught it up.
What: A little trip on the subway. Should be harmless enough, right?
Where: Outside the other subway entrance nearest Ryuseki.
When: After school on a Saturday.
The most unusual thing about where Mitsuya had stopped, digging through her bag with a puzzled frown, was Mitsuya herself.
Granted, one could say that about a lot of places, but the contrast was even greater than usual. This particular spot was almost aggressively normal to any observers, in fact, in a way that practically screamed "nothing to see here, shouldn't you be moving along, you've got better things to do than look at this clearly perfectly average location".
Mitsuya, meanwhile, with her peculiarly-colored hair in the elaborate plaits she'd put it in this morning, her formerly-regulation Ryuseki skirt with all its patches and additions in a myriad of colors and materials, and the peculiar-looking--walking stick? But surely it was too long for that, being almost taller than she was--that she was cradling in the crook of her elbow, looked like she belonged on the Scarlet Road, or in some fantasy manga.
But, as usual, she paid no particular heed to the funny looks she was getting, being too focused at the moment on hunting for the pass for the youkai subway that had somehow escaped her bag and, unbeknownst to her, was happily skittering away along the sidewalk in the strong breeze that had caught it up.
Re: Mod check~
Judging from the boy's reaction and her senpai's words, she wasn't alone in having a whole new world just revealed to her so there was no more use for that act. The boy's shock and panic gave her the push she needed to regain the rest of her composure. If there was one thing Satomi did well, it was keeping a cool head during a crisis.
"I see it and it sees you, too, so please calm down before someone gets hurt," she instructed politely in a calm voice that seemed to exude authority, taking his hand in both of hers.
Re: Mod check~
He drew back, scandal giving way to a sort of nervous, unsteady anger. "T-That's it! I'm bringing you down!" he said, holding both hands up-- moisture in the air concentrating around them as balls of water.
BATTLE TIME
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"If you'd like to try."
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The crocodile flung the water from his hands, like a water balloon without the balloon, straight towards Mitsuya's face. (Roll 5)
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Deciding this would be an excellent opportunity to exit stage left, she gave Noel's hands a slight squeeze.
"We should go. We'll just get in the way. Araragi-senpai knows what she's doing. She can handle this."
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Splut.
The effect is not unlike a pie in the face, leaving Mitsuya's hair dripping, face soaked, and dramatic pose ruined, but leaving her otherwise unharmed.
She shook the droplets out of her eyes as best she could, and swung the staff before her to take aim, feeling her magic channeling through it and its through her as she let loose a blast of wind at the guard.
Who was currently between Mitsuya and an awfully long flight of stairs down.
(Roll = 4)
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"Wo-WOAH, WOAH!!!" the crocodile shouted as he fell down, rolling down the stairs, landing at the bottom with a particularly loud and almost cartoonish sound.
A moment into it, after some pained writhing, he got up on his feet, growling as he tried to start climbing back up. "Stupid short legs, ooohhh, stupid, stupid, stupid...!"
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"Senpai, we should run before he returns," she called out softly. "This is our chance."