Alex Fenn exited a newsagency, pouting slightly. The old man that ran the store had been far too uptight about what magazines he'd let the boy purchase. He was going to be 18 in a month or two anyway, so it was close enough. Unfortunately, the shop owner didn't agree. Sighing, the crossdresser set off to look for any shops that might interest him without the need to bend the law.
edited 15th Jun '12 10:20:22 PM by NickTheSwing
Maylene kept a watchful eye on her Mistress for as she spotted the vampire girl passing by. She was on an errand in the shopping district, picking up the ingredients for a cake that Rosalie had asked her to make. Rosalie had explained to her that she wanted to have something of a party of sorts, when it was possible, with the other members of ATLAS. The Mistress was very fond of her parties... As such, she had asked Maylene to bake a cake for the party, as something of a surprise for the other ATLAS members. An apparently-teenaged girl dressed in a full maid outfit would probably draw some attention.
Shifting her feet into a more sturdy position, Kameyo raised one arm. Quickly, she ran through the spell. Having perfected silent casting(technically, it wasn't entirely silent, but it meant that she didn't have to say the entire spell so that was good), she needed only to declare the spell's name to finish the casting process. The magic circles quickly formed, rotating geometric symbols of golden magical energy coalescing around her arm as her chosen projectile, a coin, was suddenly suspended in air by a combination of magic and magically-manipulated electromagnetic forces. The golden railgun was complete, size adjusted for such a small projectile. Kameyo was pretty happy with this, quick assembly and casting time, and now... "Railgun!" With a tremendous crack, the coin was fired. In an instant it hit its target, a metal bullseye, and shear through it and the metal behind it before finally grinding to a halt somewhere deep within the wall. Smoke issued forth from the hole, and the magic circles dissipated entirely. Kameyo grinned and lowered her hand. Target practice was pretty awesome sometimes.
edited 15th Jun '12 11:04:52 PM by NickTheSwing
edited 16th Jun '12 4:47:52 AM by arreimil
And, like glass, it shatters.
She rolled to the side, barely avoiding several ricocheting bullets, which then proceeded to bounce all around the heavily-fortified training room, along with the rest of the fired magic. For the next several minutes, the youkai was left dodging frantically, trying to decipher some sort of safe pattern to weave through, but even though the golden hair proved just how determined she was... well, it was still damn hard to do. So when the training exercise ended, what remained was a rather beaten youkai, lying on the ground. "...Ow..."
Oblivious to his surroundings, Minato focused all attention on whatever he was doing with his phone, reading texts maybe. Not that he was the type to receive any, but random people on the street weren't the type to know that. Kind of strange how he seemed to know exactly when to avoid walking into someone, or a lamppost. Even stranger how he occasionally muttered 'thanks' or 'I saw that' to himself. Then again, most people couldn't see a white-haired ghost carrying a giant cat's head. "Sure ya did..." Alice the ghost muttered. "I know you love web browsing and all, but isn't saving the world just a little more important?" "Probably." Minato replied. "...Then do something to save the world! Did you send that place any new info?" "Just did." Alice looked surprised. "Really? But we haven't used a computer..." Minato pocketed his phone. "Don't need it for the internet." The ghost looked momentarily surprised. She wasn't the most savvy with technology, she had always assumed that very specific constructions needed the thingy Minato used to send her intel. But if he had a portable device... then why did he insist on using a computer all the time?! "Are you taking your own world's fate seriously?!" Alice began to enter lecture mode. Since normal people couldn't see or hear her, there was no problem with being a little loud in public. "ATLANTIS depends on you to send them world-saving data! What will happen if you're too lazy to help?!" Minato didn't reply for a moment, only staring straight ahead. Eventually, he replied, "...I think I've been sending stuff to the wrong group." "..."
Kumiko stretched as she emerged from the shower, drying herself and reforming the illusions. Trying to build a robot was such messy work... but there was no-one she viewed as a decent martial artist (well, apart from Ryuuzaki, but she wanted hand to hand every now and then) around in this place. She was getting help from some girl's mother when she got stuck but it was still taking forever... and she hadn't even started on recording her movements so it would be able to fight on her level. Deciding that she may as well amuse herself by finding someone in the training room and challenging them to hit her, the kitsune sauntered off... and broke into a malicious grin when she saw Shujiko lying on the ground. For all that she was straightforward, Kumiko was a member of a group known for being tricksters... and Shujiko was such an easy target. Before she had chance to get up, the youkai would find that a young-looking kitsune was sitting on her stomach, tails proudly fanning out from beneath her uniform... and then she was tickled. "You're not meant to be so beaten up before I get here, Shuji-chan~"
Tyrone, satisfied with his work, left the training room and acquired a bottle of water, drinking deeply from it.
Putting it down, he sighed.
I wish for once we could get a night off. Think I still got blood in my ear from last night.
Tyrone then went to catch some sleep before tonight.
A man slouched in a chair, watching on of the local gameshows. Wasn't good, but there really wasn't anything entertaining on.
Oh look, more bugs being dumped on people. Whoop-de-doo.
edited 16th Jun '12 9:03:44 AM by GeekCodeRed
... What a weird person. Rosalie tilted her head at the young man walking towards her. He appeared to be deep in talking to himself. Without a phone. So he certainly wasn't talking on a cell phone or anything... was he crazy? Well, Rosalie certainly had the time and had absolutely nothing to do, so she cheerfully approached him. Might as well find out if he was crazy or just an interesting person who she'd like to invite for tea sometime, after all. "Hello!" she greeted him.
Well, this was new. Minato didn't normally have strangers talking to him. Just strange people. Like Alice. Maybe she knew who this was? "Who's this?" Alice asked dubiously, immediately shooting down that suggestion. "Dunno. Could you find out?" Minato replied, and Alice made immediate shushing motions, trying to get Minato to quit talking to thin air. Minato merely watched this for a while, until Alice then made 'talk to her, you frickin' dumb ass!' motions, and the human faced the stranger once more. "Hi." Minato said. Alice merely groaned, then began to circle the two, fairly content that this person wasn't something dangerous. Just a friendly human, right? Still, better to stay transparent, just in case...
Maylene continued down the street. There seemed to be a few people up ahead, one of whom she recognized from ATLAS. That odd girl with the strange mixture of powers... well, she was on an errand for her Mistress. Were she not stopped, she would simply proceed past them. The Mistress' cake was very important.
"...Minato. Kururugi." Minato replied to the girl, rather pointedly staring at Alice, as if trying to ask her without vocalising his question. Alice stared back, having no idea what he was supposed to say, either. It was annoying enough he gave the impression of being insane with his tactless replying, but to actually admit to talking to either a ghost or himself? Agh, what a dilemma... ...Ah, the obvious solution. "I was talking to my imaginary friend, Allison." Minato replied with a serious expression, and Alice groaned. "She tells me things, I reply. Does that satisfy your question?"
"Yeah, it was." Momoko replied, smiling. "Were you okay with so many people around?" Truthfully, Momoko herself found the crowd a little disorienting, she was used to the interior of ATLAS, where there'd usually only be a few personnel around, not the middle of the city with a large crowd. Still, she had definitely enjoyed herself.
edited 16th Jun '12 7:52:23 PM by tachikaze
edited 16th Jun '12 8:30:18 PM by NickTheSwing
Maylene blinked as the strange girl waved at her. She returned the wave, without a word, and made to simply pass by them. She didn't have any reason in particular to talk to the other recruits, so... When she got to them, she made a single request. "Please, excuse me."
edited 16th Jun '12 9:20:44 PM by arreimil
And, like glass, it shatters.
edited 17th Jun '12 5:10:35 PM by NickTheSwing
edited 17th Jun '12 12:17:44 AM by Parable
"Confidential things." Minato replied without batting an eye. "Things that may determine the fate of the universe. I don't know which one of us that makes a hero, but I suppose it's a team effort." Alice, tired of Minato making an ass of himself, tried tugging on his arm to get him to move. Being a ghost, this pretty much resulted in her hand moving through his body, causing an involuntary twitch. She was pretty cold... "Let's move now!" Alice whispered urgently. "We have things to do, remember?!" "...And now she wants me to go." Minato helpfully pointed out. "I think she's shy. Maybe we should part ways here." It sounded more like a suggestion than a finality, coming from this guy.
Rosalie noted the twitch, then eyed the man before her. That twitch was a shiver, wasn't it? Granted, she couldn't be entirely sure(if this guy wasn't right in the head, he could just be twitching), but it seemed somewhat likely... it wasn't cold outside. That was odd. Leaning forward slightly, and adjusting her parasol in order to keep the sunlight from hitting her, she spoke again. "Is that so?" she asked, "Saving the universe with your imaginary friend? It sounds somewhat impressive..." There was one last thing, one last idea she had for figuring out if there was something odd going on or if this guy was just... not well. Glancing behind the man, she saw a child eating ice cream with his mother, a man talking on the phone, and two teenagers(a boy and a girl) holding hands. "Can your imaginary friend tell me what's going on behind you without you turning around to look?" Rosalie asked. "If so, have her tell you, then you tell me."
... Ice cream? Rosalie didn't gain any sustenance from it... But her Mistress liked the sweet taste of ice cream. Maylene turned to face the boy selling ice cream. It'd only delay her a moment... "What flavors do you have?" she asked.
edited 17th Jun '12 9:07:10 AM by AnnoR