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genessia2014-12-31 07:08 pm
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New Years Eve/Danmaku Event
"OKAY, LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND UNDEFINED OTHERS. HAPPY NEW YEAR and WELCOME to our grand event! The topic of the day is DANMAKU. THIS IS IT, FOLKS. This is gonna be the next big thing in Genessia. Here and now, you're gonna learn what danmaku is, what it takes to win, and how YOU, YES, YOU can be a part of it!" Betelgeuse announced, moving around the small stage area and waving his hands around. He was full of energy and doing his best to impart that energy to the crowd. "NOW. I know a lot of you, LIKE YOURS TRULY, may never have heard of danmaku or only know a tiny bit about it. Fortunately, MY GOOD FRIEND AND BUSINESS PARTNER KOISHI, is from a world where danmaku is a big deal, THOUGH WE'RE GOING TO MAKE IT EVEN BIGGER!"
Betelgeuse paused to let people give some applause and to give the information a bit of time to sink in.
"Koishi is going to explain danmaku to you, then I'm gonna introduce you to some of the different activities we have for you to explore. So, without further ado, give a BIG GREETING FOR KOISHI!"
Koishi twirled once, appearing on stage in a small shower of hearts. After the mask incident back home the little youkai had gotten very good at ensuring she was seen on stage. She was dressed in her usual green and yellow though she was probably somewhat cleaner than most were used to seeing her. Satori had made sure she looked fully presentable on the stage.
"Hello! I'm Koishi Komeiji!" Her third eye was bobbing and weaving excitedly. "I'm a satori youkai and I'm from the great underground in Gensokyo. Because everyone there is super powerful if people fought then everything would break and that would be bad. So we invented danmaku to settle fights without killing anyone instead!" At least she was being clear for once.
She held up her arms, a spark of magic shooting up from her hands and exploding into hearts in the sky, spiraling outward and dissipating after a short distance.
"Danmaku is a lot of fun. It's a duel about beauty and skill and finesse. Not about power. And anyone can play! Even humans. Even if you don't have magic. If you do have magic, Danmaku is really really simple to learn. If you don't, then it's a bit harder, because you need to use other things! Most important though is to have fun! If you don't, then there is no point! It's also super pretty and fun to watch so everyone will have a good time I hope, okay?"
"Thank you, THANK YOU. You all are doing great! Now that ya know a bit more about the game, generally, it's time for some practical demonstrations! At each booth, you'll find experts to give you some practical know-how and HANDS ON experience. Cause anyone can tell you, the hands on stuff is always the best part, right??"
Betelgeuse chuckled at his own perverse humor, before walking over to the first booth.
"This here is where you'll learn pattern creation! This is the brass tacks of danmaku, folks! This is where you do your strategy and SHOW OFF YOUR STYLE! Fast or slow, intricate or basic, find out the uses of each!"
"Now, this next booth is another chance to show off CREATIVITY. Here's where we show you what sorta things you can THROW AROUND. All those pretty patterns you're gonna learn are made of something. Now, keep in mind, these are just EXAMPLES. Feel free to think up your own stuff. STYLE IS IMPORTANT. Balls and stuff is just the beginning, though balls never go out of style, in my opinion!"
"Booth number three is target practice! We all need some of that, right, guys! Believe me, hitting what you aim for is half the battle, well, once you find the target," Betelgeuse chuckled, giving a lewd wink. "SO. Come up and practice, work up all that HAND TO EYE COORDINATION. Believe me, everything is better when those work together."
"Later on, after you get some practice in, we'll have two demonstration matches. The matches will be Mamizou vs. Koishi and Remilia vs. Satori. Should be quite a sight! It's not all work, though, folks! We have a dancing area, food booths, drink booths, and some play areas for the kiddies! Being New Year's and all, we'll also have FIREWORKS, and not just the ones you'll be making with all those end of year kisses, neither! SO, eat, drink, and prepare to DUEL YOUR HEARTS OUT!"
Betelgeuse paused to let people give some applause and to give the information a bit of time to sink in.
"Koishi is going to explain danmaku to you, then I'm gonna introduce you to some of the different activities we have for you to explore. So, without further ado, give a BIG GREETING FOR KOISHI!"
Koishi twirled once, appearing on stage in a small shower of hearts. After the mask incident back home the little youkai had gotten very good at ensuring she was seen on stage. She was dressed in her usual green and yellow though she was probably somewhat cleaner than most were used to seeing her. Satori had made sure she looked fully presentable on the stage.
"Hello! I'm Koishi Komeiji!" Her third eye was bobbing and weaving excitedly. "I'm a satori youkai and I'm from the great underground in Gensokyo. Because everyone there is super powerful if people fought then everything would break and that would be bad. So we invented danmaku to settle fights without killing anyone instead!" At least she was being clear for once.
She held up her arms, a spark of magic shooting up from her hands and exploding into hearts in the sky, spiraling outward and dissipating after a short distance.
"Danmaku is a lot of fun. It's a duel about beauty and skill and finesse. Not about power. And anyone can play! Even humans. Even if you don't have magic. If you do have magic, Danmaku is really really simple to learn. If you don't, then it's a bit harder, because you need to use other things! Most important though is to have fun! If you don't, then there is no point! It's also super pretty and fun to watch so everyone will have a good time I hope, okay?"
"Thank you, THANK YOU. You all are doing great! Now that ya know a bit more about the game, generally, it's time for some practical demonstrations! At each booth, you'll find experts to give you some practical know-how and HANDS ON experience. Cause anyone can tell you, the hands on stuff is always the best part, right??"
Betelgeuse chuckled at his own perverse humor, before walking over to the first booth.
"This here is where you'll learn pattern creation! This is the brass tacks of danmaku, folks! This is where you do your strategy and SHOW OFF YOUR STYLE! Fast or slow, intricate or basic, find out the uses of each!"
"Now, this next booth is another chance to show off CREATIVITY. Here's where we show you what sorta things you can THROW AROUND. All those pretty patterns you're gonna learn are made of something. Now, keep in mind, these are just EXAMPLES. Feel free to think up your own stuff. STYLE IS IMPORTANT. Balls and stuff is just the beginning, though balls never go out of style, in my opinion!"
"Booth number three is target practice! We all need some of that, right, guys! Believe me, hitting what you aim for is half the battle, well, once you find the target," Betelgeuse chuckled, giving a lewd wink. "SO. Come up and practice, work up all that HAND TO EYE COORDINATION. Believe me, everything is better when those work together."
"Later on, after you get some practice in, we'll have two demonstration matches. The matches will be Mamizou vs. Koishi and Remilia vs. Satori. Should be quite a sight! It's not all work, though, folks! We have a dancing area, food booths, drink booths, and some play areas for the kiddies! Being New Year's and all, we'll also have FIREWORKS, and not just the ones you'll be making with all those end of year kisses, neither! SO, eat, drink, and prepare to DUEL YOUR HEARTS OUT!"
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The maid flexed her fingers, turning to face her opponent, giving a formal curtsy. She straightened up after only a moment, gesturing around the practice area. "There are some shot gloves to your left and some flight pins behind you. I suggest putting both on before we begin. They will greatly aid you."
She readjusted one of her gloves, smoothing part of her scarf and tossing it back over her shoulder. Her watch glowed and crackled, the borders of the shielded area flashing, the space inside rapidly expanding to give them a bit more room to duel.
"We shall duel till one of us loses the strength or resolve to continue. After all, a duel to protect honor is not something to end or judge on more arbitrary rules." She finally straightened up, folding her hands over her apron. "However it is also important to know when to cease fighting. An honorable forfeit calls more respect than being ground to dust."
The maid glanced at the observers. "When he is ready feel free to begin the duel at any time."
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"Very well. On your mark, mademoiselle."
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Once the duelists are in position, there is just one teensie little problem: She's not high enough. Thankfully, getting a higher vantage point is of little difficulty for Satsuki, as she motions for Gamagori to lower himself enough so that she can stand upon his shoulders. It takes a bit of adjustment, being in a kimono and all, but she pulls it off without having to drape it over his face.
Once he stands, she raises a hand to the sky as she declares, "Let the duel begin!"
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Gamagori grinned as he knelt down, offering his arm to help Satsuki's ascent. Once she was stable on his shoulder, he stood once more, offering Satsuki an even better view of the field, clenching his other fist and making the whip tighten around its prisoner.
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"Let the duel begin!"
Sakuya's power rippled and she simply vanished. A fraction of a second later the knives began to fall. A rain of silver blades dropped from above. Some of them were aimed at him but many would land off target, suppressing him. Fortunately the battle area was very well lit so the knives weren't impossible to see, and even if they did seem to be falling a little slower than than gravity demanded, and the gaps between the knives were more than sufficient for a human body to squeeze through, it would still take near superhuman reflexes to dodge them effectively.
Spell card 1/3: More than enough of me to go around
He flitted out of the first few blades with relative ease, but it became clear that dodging all of them would be impossible. Thus, out came the copies. "Ah, tell me, can one multiply beauty, or is it simply vulgar mass production?" Most of them would stand there, taking hits and making ostentatious poses. Others would be jump-kicking and punching other blades, guarding the original, who was getting his bearings with flight. Still, he tried to move around and mix with the rest.
Still, others were more menacing than mere displays of his overflowing beauties. They leaped upwards towards sakuya, bouncing off the projectiles and aiming their multitudinous strikes towards. Such Vyers, many kicks. Wow.
It's hard describing 2D cards in a 3D space...
He was using her projectiles to assist his own movement. This probably meant he wasn't too agile in the air. That's fine. It probably just meant he couldn't readjust himself quickly. She threw one last volley before twisting and moving along the upper edge of the barrier, angling down and dropping like a stone, turning at the last minute. One of his kicks scraped past her arm, leaving her flesh burning as she flipped back, a card appearing in her hand.
"Time Sign [Imaginary Vertical Time]"
The illusions of knives appeared in a weaved pattern. Lines of them, looping and crossing... Almost filigree-like. All at once the illusions solidified, the knives seeming to hang for a moment before continuing along their set path, gaps opening and closing, widening, shrinking. Walls shifting and moving. A difficult spell to dodge even for an experienced duelist.
Spell card 2/3: Absence makes the heart grow fonder
The original was left to himself as the rest shimmered out of existence. His eyes darted back and forth, gauging the time and looking for an opening. Now or never, he sped through. Nnnnnope, not quite! A few slipped past his dash and put cuts on his arms and legs.
"Oh, such cruel pain! But perhaps it is beauty to bleed." It wasn't much fun if you couldn't fight and taunt. He squeezed into a larger opening in the pattern, getting a few more scrapes for his trouble, and began his next technique. Complete with requisite monologue, of course.
"Perhaps my beauty, multiplying like that all at once, was much too much. Prepare yourself, fair maiden. L'absence renforce les liens!"
Large, dark, rolling spheres emanated from his shot glove. The longer they remained on the field, the darker and more expansive their effect. Oddly, this was for Sakuya's eyes only. He, and any onlookers, could see the action perfectly well. Could she bust his umbra balls before the arena was hopelessly cloaked in shadow? Regardless, he prepared his final move.
If I got anything wrong just tell me. I'll fix it.
The spheres of darkness did surprise her, however, the spheres didn't seem to have substance. She narrowed her eyes, extending her sense of space outward some. If he was planning on blanketing the field in darkness then she would have at least some sense of what was around her.
And if he thought making it hard to see would give him an edge... well he woudn't be the first. Then again, it was not the first instinct of a danmaku player to shoot the bullets being shoot at the bullets that were being shot at you...
"Lightspeed [C. Ricochet]"
She threw a single knife, the weapon moving at absurd speeds as it bounced off of every available surface, passing through him harmlessly multiple times. No doubt it would be less harmless after it had some time to disorient him... On top of that it would be nearly impossible to predict without giving it a lot of his attention. And no doubt staying near surfaces it could rebound off of would be a bad idea...
To make matters worse the maid was still moving, her eyes a smoldering red as she charged up and over the spheres of darkness, the energy clawing at her back, making her skin prickle painfully. She was throwing knives forward, up, and to the sides, different strikes traveling at various speeds, the slowest of these knives rebounding off the walls to strike at new and various angles. The sheer amount of suppression would make her extremely hard to approach.
Spell card 3/3: Behold, my radiant beauty!
Yet they had done their work, and the area was dark enough to put his next, and last, thing into motion.
All that bluster about brilliance and radiance? It was time to deliver. The darkness had obscured him, some, but more importantly, it set the atmosphere to one of expectant and underwhelming sight. Time to overwhelm. "Enough of my veil; my true beauty must burst forth!"
Charging the shot glove for all it was worth, his body radiated near-blinding coronas of light, like a flash grenade of pure beauty. With one hand, he clutched a wound, and with the other, he held out his fingers, firing 5 cones of piercing, glaring laser death, making his fingers dance as he tried to trace Sakuya's movements.
That's more like it!
At the same time the bouncing knife ended its course, impacting and embedding itself deeply into his hip, hopefully throwing off his aim. Regardless the maid allowed herself to drop down quite a bit, her leg snapping out a bit, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, a little blood and clear fluid already starting to run down her leg. It had been a long time since she was burned so badly.
She needed to end things quickly. An injury like this would spell her early end.
Tracking lasers on their own were not overly dangerous and she kept a distance, avoiding them until the spell broke, focusing on defense.
It was now or never. She had to incapacitate him or at least pressure him into surrendering. With her left hand she drew her third spell card, her right reaching down toward her watch, clicking it twice, and removing it from its protective case. The face remained unchanged but the exposed back shone brightly, thousands upon thousands of minuscule runes painstakingly inscribed on every available surface of every gear, every screw, every spring.
"Dimension Sign [Mirror Paradox]!"
The watch burned and crackled in her hand, a nauseating wave of energy washing over onlookers as spacetime was ripped open... It ended quickly, marked by two loud clicks as two timepieces were returned to their respective cases. There were two Sakuya's now, the newcomer defined by her black hair and uniform.
They moved similarly, but not identically, though they appeared to share the burn on their leg. In addition summoning the paradox in such a complete form was very taxing for Sakuya, both maids looking equally tired from it... but that's what an attack like this was for, right?
And this was no simple doppelganger or illusion. Both maids rushed forward, becoming a flurry of knives, the weapons rushing forward in a straight line or bouncing off of everything. The darker one scattered some playing cards, vanishing, appearing behind Vyers, parting the still-airborne knives, attempting to kick him in the spine. The white haired maid followed suit, though she appeared under him attempting to ram him from below.
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Oh, now they're doing the punchy-kicky thing. Great. He eyed a path toward the ground, then sped his remaining coronas in a circle, forming a makeshift laser barrier. He fired out a few stray shots, using the propulsion to get himself out of harm's way. At the end of it all, he had more than a few red lines to take home with him. He touched ground, weary.
"Very well, mademoiselle. I concede; bon jeu."
Translation: "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
It was unfortunate he forfeited the match.
Flipping and braking in the air the maid managed to stop after only a short distance more, readjusting herself to land far more gently. Her paradox did the same, nursing her arm a bit.
"Thank you for the match. Qui ne risque rien n'a rien." The paradox spoke. "I would not mind a rematch once you have some practice under your belt." The maid and her dopple looked to one another, each giving a small bow before the darker clone vanished in a teeth-aching ripple of displaced time.
"Now..." She flickered, the practice area clearing of knives. Even the ones that had stabbed into Vyers had been removed with a great amount of care, a sort of sticky bandage made of paper covering the deeper injuries. Spell strips inscribed with healing charms. Just enough to fix flesh wounds. "I do believe you have an agreement to uphold."
Re: Translation: "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
Y: Dummy.
T: Vainglorious fool.
A: Weakling.
Blonde: Like, wow Vyers, you totally suck! And you look pretty beat up, too. Guess you'll just have to chill out on the couch and watch two seasons of Gossip Girl with me!
Vyers: ...Was it not but one season, glorious leader?
Blonde: I like, altered the deal. Like, better hope I don't alter it anymore, dude.
Vyers sauntered a little more slowly.
Blonde: So yeah, like, I'm not gonna lie. This vine thing is totally grody to the max, ugh. Like, it's time for my bitchin spanking, right? Cause I've been a bad girl, el oh el!
Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice
A girl that looks mighty annoyed at all that is going on. This was supposed to be a calm night, damn it! Every last one of this interruption faces deserved not just twenty lashes, but a billion of them. Perhaps all of the lashes ever! She might deliver a few herself after the battle unless someone stops her.
It wouldn't be hard to tell how she was feeling either if one were to see the look on her face. The whole time its like a competition to see which of the four of the night ruiners she can glare at the most. She seems much more intent on that then watching the match. It isn't all about the anger though, she's making sure no one gets in the way.
"Hmph. I guess its over then? Like Satsuki would lose. The whole lot of you fakes must have been dropped on your heads at birth. And every day afterwards." The fake Vyers gets a particularly scathing look. "I don't even really know the other ones, but I know the real whats-his-face seems like he doesn't suck. You, however, suck."
It also sucks Satsuki had to ask an outsider because she didn't have her uniform on, but that remains hidden inside.
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"Indeed;" she replies as she settles back to the ground, looking from one 'Guardian' to another, though once she looks to the blonde woman, her eyes narrow. "You are awfully chipper for someone who has been outsmarted with minimal effort. Just what are your leadership credentials 'fearless leader'?"
Translation: "Life is funny, isn't it?"
The maid cleared her throat loudly to draw attention to herself, standing up straighter as she looked to the irritating woman. "I'm sorry. But once the spoils of the danmaku match have been stated they cannot be altered, save for simply dropping them. This includes any... ultimatums you put on your own party in case they lose. He will be watching one season. I'm sure you understand."
Truthfully, Sakuya didn't know what Gossip Girls was, but from the context it had to be something unpleasant. The false guardians may be evil but she doesn't personally bear any ill will to them. Especially after such a fun duel.
"And here I thought I would be having a peaceful, boring evening. La vie est drôle, oui? Refine your technique Vyers. I'm sure if you ask Betelgeuse he will be happy to sell you some practice equipment. I would love to duel again when you've gotten better." She looked thoughtful. "In the meantime, perhaps My Lady will indulge me in another duel tonight should she feel up to it.
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Gamagori's eyebrow twitched slightly at the maid's choice of words. He hadn't heard many people use French in common conversation, and only one person he's ever met used that phrase that he could remember. Best to not stir up memories of... her though. Still, once he had safely gotten Satsuki and Nonon off his shoulders, he jerked his head from side to side, cracking every joint in his neck as he did.
"And just as you are forbidden from altering the arrangements with your subordinates, whatever they are, so to are you forbidden from escaping your punishment. I will gladly administer the discipline you so very need, and for all to see! THIS IS THE PRICE FOR DISOBEDIENCE!"
With a jerk of his arm, the whip wrapping the blonde up retracted swiftly, spinning its captive in place as it did. Once freed, the whip is launched high into the air before being brought down with enough force to create a small crater.
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She seemed annoyed.
Blonde: Like, hey, space cadet? Sucksuki asked me a question. At least let me answer first, rude dude.
She rolled her eyes at Sakuya
Blonde: What are you, the tv police? You need to like, butt out maid chick. Maybe I should call the fashion police! Roffle!
Vyers: While displeasing my glorious leader is a fate worse than death, I appeal to her overflowing mercy in this case.
Blonde: Fine, whatever. The rest of you can watch the rest, then, since he was the only one with the gonads to do it, 'n stuff.
*collective groaning*
Blonde: *perks up at the opportunity to talk about herself* Welll, first off I am totally bitchin. I'm super cute, and super fashionable. Like, pretty much anyone would do whatever I say because I'm so totally tubular, right? That's pretty important when you're the leader and stuff. It's like, I'm Hella of Rome, and Washington started World War 2 cause I'm just that gorgeous. For sure!
Plus I have an awesome smile. (she demonstrates) Sucksuki should totes learn from me and then maybe she wouldn't look like such a two. But like, if I had eyebrows like that I'd frown all the time too. Barf out! Ohmygosh, BAG THOSE EYEBROWS.
What else...oh yeah, I'm super smart! That's why I have these glasses; so everyone knows how totally smart I am. Like, you wanna talk creden-, uh, crud, um...whatevers? I totally reverse enji...enjuh....made the Bay go backwards, so like, me and my groupies can go home any time we want. How's that for smart?
But first I have this hella rad plan to like, take over the world, or some junk? And it would've gone sooooo much better if Fatsuki had gotten her fat butt outta the way. It was totes easy too, all we had to do was collect the sixty-six Forbidden Words, write them into the Book of Death, bind it with the flesh of Beelzesatan, then-
VYERS: GLORIOUS LEADER-!
Blonde: LIKE OMG GAG ME WITH A SPOON! Um, do me a solid and like, forget you heard that junk? It's top secret, 'n stuff.
Anyway! That's one lash, right? Okay, ready for the rest big guy.
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The smile on her face when that whip is cracked makes it almost look like she was the one going to admonish the girl in Gamagori's place. Like she was enjoying the thought of that stupid girl getting beaten. That was because she was. That girl and her so called minions had ruined what was supposed to be a lot of fun for all of them, and blondie was pretty lucky she was getting off with only a mild beating. The way Nonon felt right now, the tiny like pink haired terror would probably have had to choke a bitch.
"No one cares, you stupid little creature. It doesn't matter what sort of plans you think you had. I don't think I've ever seen a worse leader of anything ever. You have about as much of a chance as taking over the world as....as....damn, I actually can't think of anything less likely! You should just curl up and die once this is over, and you can take all your fakes with you as well. No one is dumb enough to fall for such obvious tricks, only an idiot would think it would work. Probably why it was your idea!"
She crosses her arms across her chest, but the motion causes her to drop the package she had been holding all along. Its enough to briefly put an end to her anger as she scrambles to pick it up. "....And if that broke, I'm charging you for it as well."
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After the whip struck the blond, the look on Gamagori's face was... less than satisfied. Almost confused, really. Even as both Nonon and the "leader" exchanged speeches, Gamagori was going about tugging on his whip, as if inspecting it for something.
"My apologies, Satsuki-sama. It would seem I have underestimated the endurance this pig possesses. Permission to change?"
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And wow, Nonon, at this rate she's going to be foaming at the mouth! After Sakuya speaks, Satsuki furrows her brows for a moment, then leans over to whisper into the pink haired girl's ear. The box is noticed as well, but of course not mentioned.
Finally she addresses the blonde again. 'Sixty-Six Forbidden Words'? Is that an actual thing the Nova Guardian has to research? Her gaze shifts to the side for a moment, then back to the Leader. ".. Frankly I am uncertain of what I have heard at all. Let's go."
Ideally the group is moved about 40 paces away from the arena, save for Nonon.
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Gamagori nods, grabbing the blond by the ankle with a whip and dragging her along the specified distance before resuming his assault, each lash with bearing the same earth-shattering force as the first.
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"The idiot's description sounds like a ritual." She was addressing Satsuki, though she didn't really care if the ditzy blonde heard her or not. "It's not something a non-magic user would know. Had we access to Voile the spell, if it exists, would undoubtedly be in there. If not the method at least confirmation of its existence. However, Lord Tepes has quite a library so information on it may be there. Likewise the absent-minded satori and her sister have brought old hell here, correct? I would not be surprised if they had a library themselves. Likewise it could simply be something she was told to say to distract you from more dire matters. It might be best to pay someone to look for the information rather than dedicate personal resources to such a quest."
She turned to watch Gamagori's display of brutality, her expression unchanged. It was strange though. How well she was taking the beating he was giving her. Though it was far from something she would do more than raise an eyebrow at.
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"Like, wow maid chick, nosy much? I told you to just let it go cause it's totes none of your beeswax. I don't even know why you're following right now; I mean, I can understand how totally fash I am but if you keep watching I'm gonna start charging for the privilege, ya know?"
Then the beatings began. She had held strong for the first, but her resolve was weakening, bit by bit as tattered garments and blood flew freely. One lash: "Like, ow!". Two lash: "Like, OW!" So her exclamation grew with her pain. Yet for all that, the Guardians suffered worse.
Vyers: By the infernal hells which I command, what have I done!? I would watch a thousand thousand banal programs if only to spare my savior from having to pay for my sins!
He dug fingernails into his head, streams of blood coursing around every digit.
Yuna: Hm Cud oo, ers?! Eh kin ay uh or...(How could you, Vyers? I can't take much more....)
Yuna was mumbling, because, of course, she had her gun in her mouth, trembling.
Tepet: THE DISHONOR I SEE, BEFORE ME AND IN ME, IS TERRIBLE TO BEAR! I MUST SEEK PENANCE.
She lifted her giant sword, sculpting the ground before her into a likeness of herself. Then, like a karate master with a concrete block, she began to whittle it down with the furious attacks of her skull.
Azula: Brrrrraaaagggh! Uh, uh, Uaaaagh!
She was on hands and knees, praying to a porcelain god that would not come. Flames erupted violently from her mouth, yet a foul stench belied something even deeper from her bowels. Sickness and flame mingled noxiously together; a fiery fountain of vomit that pooled around her prostrate form.
By the tenth lash, curses, screams, and the gnashing of teeth had reached their climax, rendering the snap of the lash inaudible. Their leader bore her suffering patiently, having ceased her squeaks. She comforted them, weakly.
"Guys...it's okay...just like, try to think about how super-super cute I am, and how great I look in a mini-skirt..."
They all paused. Yuna dropped her pistol. Vyers let his arms hang limp. Tepet had ceased abusing her forehead. Azula's stream of streaming illness was dammed. Their eyes looked upon their leader, but in a transient way, seemed to look past her to idyllic pastures. They were calm again, trance-like, as if their minds were borne to a holy sanctum.
She smiled weakly, meager satisfaction being the last of her braces as the assault mercilessly continued. By the time of the twentieth, she bore a look so brutal, it would take several shopping sprees to undo. She lie there for a minute, weakly getting up.
"I...like...just have one thing to say to you, Bukakksuki. Come closer..."
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Ba-ba sploom! BA-BA SPLOOM!
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