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savethecitydesu2013-04-09 12:43 pm
dreamsincolor) wrote in 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.
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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."