War of the Magical Girls

Prita wanted to ignore the prattle next to her, but as it went on, she was unable to help herself. A topic near and dear to her heart was being ignored...

"You do know that there is more to the world than Europe," she suddenly said, cracking a smile. "They may be flashy, but none of those over-processed routines can touch a good Bollywood dance sequence."

"That was a stupid call! J.J. didn't shove him that hard and if only they hadn't disrupted the Clippers' momentum they totally would have made that last three-pointer and oh, my God, they just had to tap the stupid ball in before the buzzer went off but -" Erica was all but clawing at the air now, as if she could yank the lost victory from the ceiling. "No! Nothing happened! Game canceled. Everyone was sick! Bubonic plague in the locker room! Fresh start next game!"

edited 12th May '14 10:45:27 PM by Parable

Magda sniffed in mock-haughtiness. "The point isn't that they're good, Prit. Half the fun is seeing the really terrible but funny acts! If every act were good then it'd be no fun. I'd like to see a Bollywood routine that had hard-rock demonic vikings."

A very surprised Maya landed a Three-Point Landing mere centimetres from Magda. “What in the blazes are you talking about?” she asked, then winced. “Ow. Anyway, you've got it backwards. A performance should be judged on its beauty and elegance, not because it has some Ninja Pirate Zombie Robot weirdness in it...”
She got up, rolled her eyes and dusted her palms.

"Oh, Bollywood isn't good, if by good you mean elegant and sophisticated. Instead, it's outlandish and over-the-top and oh so much fun! We may not have metal Vikings, but we can have elaborate routines break out on top of a moving train or on a cricket pitch — and plus, the music is better." Prita was a little embarrassed to realize that she was gushing a bit.

edited 13th May '14 6:35:24 AM by BokhuraBurnes

Maya blinked at Prita. “If I'd have had glasses, I'd be looking over their rim right now,” she said. “Random Big Lipped Alligator Moments don't make a movie good. A good story does. That said... the Euro-bizayon isn't any better.”
She chuckled, confident that no-one got the pun, and continued. “You want good music? Bach is the way to go. Especially if it's Jethro Tull performing.” She grinned.

edited 13th May '14 9:36:18 AM by desdendelle

Atlantis
"You wish! There's no music better than Bon Jovi!" Hannah said to Maya.

"Oh really?" Ashley replied, glancing at Erica with a smile. "That's a shame, that girl looked so happy at halftime, after that game of musical chairs won her that shopping spree. Too bad it never happened. Her hopes must be crushed now."

"There aren't any alligators in Bollywood films, as far as I know," Prita responded, "but these days, they're far from random as well — well, at least the good ones," she qualified. "They have action and humor and melodramatic yet passionate love stories and song and dance and..." She stopped herself on the verge of admitting her secret crush on Shah Rukh Khan. "Really good production values — yeah, that's right, much better than before!"

“That's not exactly what I meant, but nevermind,” Maya told Prita, “I've more important stuff to debate.”
She turned to Hannah, hands on her hips. “I know what bonjour means, what a Jovian thing is, what a bovine is, where's the bon bonne, but I haven't heard about this Bonjovi thing. Whatever it is, it isn't better than Bach.”

Atlantis
"Wuh wuh w-w—w... what's a Bon Jovi?" Hannah asked Maya, flabbergasted. "What's Bon Jovi? Why, only the greatest band ever. You Give Love a Bad Name? Livin' on a Prayer? It's My Life? Bad Medicine? Runaway? Born to be my Baby? Who Says You Can't Go Home? Have a Nice Day?"

She looked over at her roommate. "Giz, back me up! You like Slippery When Wet, right?"

Atlantis

Winter quite literally soumersaulted into the room. In a single deft acrobatic manouver, she burst through the double doors, and rolled herself into the middle of the group. Popping up with an Elvis pose she announced herself to the room.

"Fufufu, it is I, Magical Girl of the Sword, come to liberate your country in your time of need. I, WINTER WALLACE, have come to save all of you and your precious peasants! Now, what it is ye, er- you require of me, fellow Magical Girls of the world? What danger have I come to defeat?"

The voice in her head roared in laughter. "HAHAAAAA, good entrance girl! All your friends here will be mighty impressed by yer dramatic entrance right there."

"Shut it Wallace! I don't need more of your Scottish accent infecting my mind!" She replied mentally. It was difficult having a loud roomate you couldn't get rid of.

Atlantis
"Winter! Perfect!" Hannah practically shouted in glee. "Tell them Bon Jovi's the best!"

"An' tell me who in tarnation yer callin' a 'peasant,'" Tammy said, crossing her arms.

Giz just expanded her Silent Treatment routine to another imbecile and kept tapping her foot in the air while fantasizing about razing the entire school to the ocean floor.

edited 21st May '14 1:45:50 AM by Wryte

"We don't really know why we're here yet," Magda said. "...and you're Scottish, right? Why are you using Japanese onamotapeia?" She shrugged. "Nice to meet another person from Great Britain."

Winter had the chance to sneak in a quick word about Bon Jovi. "Bon Jovi was the greatest magical girl of his time, I'll give him that." Then she caught an earful of Magda's words. She was rather annoyed by the suggestion that she was Scottish. "Bloody hell, er- darn it, I'm not Scottish. I was born American... I've just been having some accent issues recently. My parents are Scottish but I'm 100% Californian, thank ye very much."

Winter's wisp was equally pissed-off, flashing in and out of existence in semi-violent flashes of white. The Wallace in her head was in a rage, yelling at her. "That girl is a bloody englishwoman. Take her out! Hit her with your sword! She denies us Scots our independance! Show her what yer made of lassie!"

"I'm not Scottish Wallace. Shut up or I'll have to banish you from existence."

"Ye can't do that. All you got is that wee sword I gave you."

"Silence!"

Pushing past her inner dialogue, she continued. "Sorry, but I'm a pure American Magical Girl. Do we know what our next mission is?"

edited 21st May '14 4:36:38 AM by neobowman

"Buck if we know," Tammy muttered, annoyed at being ignored, and jerked a thumb toward General Johnson's door. "That's what we're waiting for."

Magda smiled slightly at the flashing wisp. "Ah, I think I can guess the problem. Don't worry if your Wisp gets insult-y towards me. It might make him feel better to know my Wisp considered his English opponents to be flashy trick-flyers whose blood would have to flow in streams. Seriously, I'm quoting his autobiography there."

Maya poked her finger at Wallace's general direction. “The Wisp tries to hurt Ms. Pokémon here, he's going to find why Hanzou was called obsessive,” she said cheerfully. “That said... y'know, I'm pretty sure Bonjovi is a band or something, not a Magical Girl. Unless they make Wisps out of musicians now, in which case I call dibs on JS Bach.”

"I call Elvis!" Erica shouted, now having a topic besides the Clippers horrible game to join.

Magda hmmmed. "...either Freddie Mercury or Mozart."

"Grrrr, Bon Jovi isn't - eh, I guess I'll give you that," Hannah said. She grinned, and walked up to Maya. "Oooooh, obsessive? Someone sounds possessive." She giggled.

Ashley smirked that Erica had seemingly conceded defeat. Did she feel better about herself now that she knew her sports team was dominant? Eh....

"As long as you're Scottish where it counts..." Ashley said. "Your alcohol tolerance."

edited 21st May '14 10:24:43 AM by nman

"I'm going to pretend I didn't here that." Came the voice of Miss Sherman after the door to General Johnson's office swung open. She stepped out and gave all of the assembled girls a hard stare, stopping for a moment on Hannah and Giz.

"Come inside, all of you." She said, beckoning them in.

Upon entering the office, the girls would see that there were only two chairs available in front of Johnson's desk. Miss Sherman immediately occupied one of them and the look she gave the Magical Girls indicated that none of them had permission to take the other one. Save for a spread of papers and photos scattered about the desk, the room otherwise was no different than when Prita had come in last. The air was running colder than it had been out in the hall, prompting goosebumps on whoever was not a fan of colder weather. At least the office did not smell like sweat, like some of the other rooms around the school did. At the desk was the general himself.

"Ladies." He said politely. "I've called you here because another of those other girls has appeared. Very close by this time. We cannot afford to lose this opportunity, but all our full teams are occupied elsewhere right now. We need you to apprehend her, or if you cannot, find out where she and her compatriots and those creatures keep coming from."

He beckoned them all to come closer to look at a satellite taken photos.

"Not far from this city another dome has encircled a small spot of the beach. This one is nowhere near as big as the ones we've seen before, and what we've seen of the enemy suggests a small force as well. However, with that portal of their's they can retreat or call on as many reinforcements as they need."

Johnson pointed at a small island that was probably connected to the mainland when the tide was low. "The portal is here. But there are creatures scouting the land nearby. We need you to go in and execute this operation. Since we're short on land and air talent right now, you two," he looked at Erica and Magda, "Will be going as well. And you," he looked over to Tammy this time, "Will complete the team."

"Sounds good," Prita quickly replied. "And as for the rest of us, what will we be doing? I'm assuming there's a reason you called us in as well."

Magda frowned slightly. "Hmm... Why would they choose that spot? If it's only temporarily connected to the mainland then they are a bit safer than otherwise... A landscape like a beach, that's open to all sides and the air with such loose ground, wouldn't be a good place to put anything, I think?" She said quietly, more thinking to herself out loud than anything. She glanced up. "Sir, what've been the common trends between the dome spots? Or between the enemy sightings?"

"After all this time we still aren't sure why they open up the portals where they do. Some of these reports indicate they're scouting at random, but we cannot be sure." Johnson said. "You can add that to your mission."

"As for what the rest of you are doing, Miss Maurya, you'll be the one deciding that. You are in command."