War of the Magical Girls

"Yeah yeah fine," Hannah said as she put on whatever was clean. "You can't just enjoy people dressed up like pirates and ninjas like normal people, can you? But if we've done everything else and have time left, then I want to go to the stage, watch Batman glide down a zipline, and yell at the guys wearing ski masks."

"Oh, but I slept in and did't have breakfast yet. We should stop at In-N-Out first!" she happily added, thinking about burgers.

"Duh. I'm not normal, I'm a witch," Giz said with a smirk. She'd dressed in a fishnet top, a skirt that was basically a mini utility kilt, and her favorite forearm gloves and calf boots with the silver buckles. Black, as always, was the overriding theme. Her trademark black eyeliner and lipstick completed the look, and she appreciated it in the bathroom mirror for a moment, then added a black leather belt just for the sake of having another buckle. Buckles ruled.

"Let's roll," she said, stuffing her wallet and phone into a pocket of her kilt-skirt.

"Well, there's a nice restaurant I know," Maya said, "but the cafeteria's food is good enough for me, and I did sign up to the tournament. At Hanzou's urging, but... yeah. I can't back off now, can I?" She ran a hand through her hair. "   Even though shadows are usually a bit vulnerable when drawn out to the light, they are without form, and thus, without weakness.   "
She covered her mouth as though she burped in public and stared, annoyed, at her Wisp. "Gee, thanks," she muttered.

Magda smiled. "Well, it should be fun. And at least your Wisp didn't make you tell your own parents that fighting Englishmen is better because 'their daring can only be described as stupidity.'" She shook her head in annoyance. "Anyways, we'd best get to the cafeteria if we want to get breakfast before the tournament starts."

Maya just raised her eyebrow. "No, but I did have a 'darkness-shadows-and-death' phase. It wasn't fun. Not to mention that Goth clothing is uncomfortable." She made a face, then sighed, and smiled. "But why should I care? It's over, and I hear tell that there's good food in the cafeteria today. After you, O King."

En Route to the Cafeteria

Magda sighed as she breathed in the morning air, and not for the first time wished school rules would let her try an extended ocean flight. Even just flying to the mainland rather than taking the boat... Oh well. She looked around and noticed Alexis and Georgia heading to the cafeteria. "Good morning, colonial scum!" She called cheerfully. "How was your sleep last night?"

With a wide grin, Alexis waves energetically and yells back, several decibels too loud.

“It was horrible, you imperialist gnat! You were there, buzzing around.“

More subdued, she turns toward the quieter girl of the pair.

“Heya, Maya.”

Magda shrugged. "Well, I suppose buzzing is better than charging forward like a madwoman and getting injured at the first exchange of fire..." She smiled in a more friendly manner. "Are you two competing in the match later on?"

"Okay!" Hannah said as she put on a pair of tan fire hose shorts with lots of pockets, a blue shirt, placed her wallet and chain in her back pocket, and tied her hair back with a blue scrunchie. "Let's go!"

"Imma comin', Imma comin'!" Georgia yelled down the hall, skidding to a stop next to her roommate. The match? "OF COURSE, TYRANT!" Georgia belted out; she immediately blushed and covered her mouth with a giggle. "Acourse we're gonna be in the tournament. Gotta make Washington proud 'n all."

"Morning, tall tan and muscley," Maya told Alexis, waving. "You know, you're as much as an imperialist as our dear Mad King." She pointed at Magda with her thumb. "But... you also had a weird dream? Yeesh." She stared daggers at her Wisp again. "Don't tell me you were fighting those grey-weirdthings too."

Lyn returned the greeting as she grabbed a piece of bread, and plopped down in a chair beside her roommate. Lyn thought for a minute. "Going to town? Oh! You're going to buy that hat, right?"

"I don't think I'm doing anything today, so sure, I'll tag along." She said after nibbling on her bread. She then frowned when she saw that something was bothering Prita. "You look like something's on your mind. What's the matter?"

Giz led the way out of her and Hannah's room and down toward the docks to catch the mainland ship, occasionally passing groups of chattering girls who hadn't yet decided what to do with their day off, catching snippets of their conversations as they passed.

"So then she said..."

"...that exam, and..."

"...Goth clothing is uncomfortable."

Giz stopped in her tracks and swiveled to fix an icy glare on the source of the last comment, and grumbled under her breath when she saw that it was Maya. Traitor.

She kept moving.

edited 1st May '13 12:41:09 PM by Wryte

Magda grinned. "Should be quite interesting, then. Should we end up fighting each other - The duty of a fighter pilot is to patrol his area of the sky, and shoot down any enemy fighters in that area. Anything else is rubbish.". Magda shook her head in surprise. "Ah... apparently the good Baron thinks that fighting ground troops is beneath him. We'll have to do our best to show him wrong, yes?"

"Not really," Prita said, trying to change the subject as she bussed her tray. "Come on, let's get to the ship before it leaves!"

As they exited the cafeteria, however, Prita passed by a group of four girls whom she had recognized from the night before — and were talking about the weird dream they had shared. That was all the confirmation Prita needed.

"Ok, yes, there is something I've been thinking about," she said once they had left the cafeteria and were alone. "Let me guess, last night you had a dream about fighting monsters in the school's courtyard?"

Magda nodded. "Yes, actually. Last thing I remember we were fighting around the benches. Giselle and I were in those trees -" She pointed to a patch of ornamental trees east of the central benches. " - I think something must've exploded. Felt like one, at least."

"Hey, don't let anyone get you down!" Hannah said to Giz, seeing how she reacted to someone talking about goth clothing. "I think you look like a fisherman ninja with that stuff on, and ninjas are pretty cool."

"Well then, that means I beat her at both my and her game," Giz said, sticking her nose in the air dramatically as they walked. "But does that make you a pirate?"

Voirrey rolled out of bed and grumbled something incomprehensible, but presumably profane. She changed into the laziest things she could find that would let her call herself "fully dressed". A t-shirt, jeans and a bandana for the hair she hadn't dried properly the night before and now exploded with the furey of a wild fír shídhe's.

She wandered over to the bathroom where she applied a similar about of effort to her teeth and face before grumbling out to the cafeteria.

She'd feel better after coffee. Not as much as a school day mind. Probably only a litre's worth.

edited 1st May '13 3:43:35 PM by Fauxlosophe

Carrie was silent for a few seconds, carefully considering what Erica had said. It was difficult at times for Carrie to follow along in a conversation, as decisive as she normally was she wasn't exactly the brightest, and one of her main reasons for spending so much time studying was her inherently slow learning ability. When she had understood Erica at last, her own responses were carefully measured:

"That's unfortunately clumsy of you, Erica." Carrie didn't exactly have much in the way of expensive possessions herself, so that was all she could really say on that point. "Ah yes, the tournament. I signed up early, as a member of the Red Team, so it seems we'll be opposing one another." Carrie smiled briefly, an unreadable smile. She was legendarily competitive, quiet about it perhaps, but she definitely played to win. "That was why I was returning to my dormitory, actually. Study up on what might be important for the tournament upcoming." Carrie paused again, unsure of what to think of the out-of-the-blue invitation to play ping pong with her peer. On the one hand she had work to get to. On the other hand...

"It does sound like fun. Just for a bit though. I do need to start getting ready."

edited 1st May '13 4:08:21 PM by Scratchproof

— Takano Akane —

Akane rolled over as sunlight entered her's and Haley's window. The window faced the east, so the two usually remembered to close the blinds all the way before going to bed on Friday nights. Which, Akane remembered as she began to wake up, they definitely did last night. Also why was the sun this red in the morn—

Akane rolled back to the window and addressed her wisp, "Amma-kun, you are not a real sun."

The wisp responded with a high pitched sound, something between a coo and a tweet. It then flew across the room and started to gently bump into Akane repeatedly.

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up," Akane said as she got out of bed. Before stepping into the washroom, she walked over to the window to go peek into the courtyard. What she saw confirmed her suspicions. Her bench was definitely still wet from the rain the other day.

"Yeah." Lyn replied as she looked quizzically at Prita. "You had the same dream, didn't you?"

Step, step, step, step. The shoulder straps were starting to bite into Deliah's shoulders a little, as she knew they would. She was walking at a brisk pace with a heavy pack after all. The dock came into view with its crystal blue water and gorgeous view of the mainland and a new motivation came over her. Invigorated, she picked up the pace, grinning and waving at random students she thought she knew. Most regarded her as if she were touched in the head but a few of them returned her greeting before shaking their heads helplessly.

"Yeah, well, I don't think it was actually a dream," Prita replied. "It was too vivid for that, and the fact that a number of us seemed to have shared it makes me even more sure of it. If you ask me, I think the school staff is testing us to see how well we do in battle and whether we have the talent to take on leadership positions further on. They probably had some way of controlling our thoughts when we were asleep to sync us up with the scenario."

"Don't sweat it," she added. "I think both of us did fine. I'd be worried if I were some of the other girls, though."

edited 1st May '13 5:40:40 PM by BokhuraBurnes

Magda tapped her chin. "Huh... I thought it was the Wisps messing with us, for whatever reason. In any case there's nothing we can do about it now."