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>>134719 In which Cirno flips out with the realness.
[X] A combination of Grease and Glitterdust would likely leave a bunch of low level thugs debilitated for a while. Toss a few gold to the barkeep, collect your party, and make your exit.
“Get
this!” You flick your hand in a sharp gesture. “
Splendiferosity!”
With a
PAMF! a cloud of glittery golden dust blooms about the crowd of pissed off farmers as they rise from their chairs. The effect is immediate; several of them stumble unsteadily and grope for the table.
Riku opts to grope for your face with his fist, flashing across the floor with impressive speed. The blow smashes into your jaw almost before you realize Riku’s moving. Someone else slaloms into you and your uniquely adversarial relationship with gravity is exercised once again as you slam into the floorboards.
A boot connects with your ear and the world goes wavy. There’s a big bearded man on top of you trying to twist his hands into your hair.
“I’M BLLLIND!” somebody screams nearby. “BLIIIIND!”
Beard guy is trying to slam your head into the floor, and unfortunately you neglected to put on your Gauntlets of Ho’ Slappin this morning. He’s stronger then you, but not quite as experienced. You squirm and twist in ways people who’ve only fought humanoids can never learn, and are on the verge of breaking free when somebody kicks you in the head again.
“Where’s your youkai bitches now, asshole!?” A blurry figure with Riku's voice is looming over you. There’s a flash of blue skirts and black shoes as someone leaps over you.
“EEEAH!” Cirno yells, slamming her fist into Riku’s crotch There’s a soft
whuff from the lanky farmer and he stumbles backwards, away from the incensed fairy. Inspired, you manage to worm your leg between Beards. A sharp jerk of the knee improves the gene pool a little and gives you a chance to throw Beard off you. You stagger to your feet in time to see a third man charge towards Cirno, a heavy chair raised over his head. Cirno thrusts a hand at him, sending him flying ass-over-teakettle as an ice shard explodes on his chest.
Riku is standing a little ways away, clenching his teeth and sweating, but still fighting to rise to his full height. He’s a tough one, all right.
youkai bitches Words of magic slip from your tongue as you lunge across the floor at Riku. His fists snap to a defensive posture with the speed of an experienced barroom brawler. Not that it’ll do him any good. As you enter his reach the farmer snaps a jab to your belly, which deflects harmlessly from the invisible forceplane from your
Bracers of Armor. A follow-up left-hook smacks harmlessly into your blocking forearm.
bitches A feral snarl rips from your lips as your right hand, made of living stone, smashes into Riku’s jaw. The hefty strength enhancement of the
Fist of Stone spell tells, sending the farmer reeling. You keep on swinging, but Riku’s head jerks and bobs like a rooster. He blitzes, unleashing a flurry of blows. It’s rather ineffective against your magical armor, though a few stingers get through. You finally connect with your stone fist again, and this time Riku staggers back several feet.
bitches You dart forward, raising your hand to smash Riku’s head like a rotten gourd when you hear Keine cry out. Reacting instinctively, you twist sideways just as somebody brings a club down on your shoulder, narrowly missing your skull. You can
feel the next blow whistling towards your head, so you dive sideways. The
WHUNK! of the club meeting the floor lends impetus to your mad dash for distance.
You leap for a nearby table, the patrons vacating their seats with alacrity as you approach. Your hands seize the back of a hefty wooden chair.
“LOOK OUT!” Cirno screams.
You spin, swinging the chair low and hard. Wooden legs bash into fleshy ones and sweep them out from under your assailant. His short club (a heavy bottle) goes flying. Peripheral vision catches a dash of brown garb, and you twist your entire body ‘round to swing the chair the other direction, all your pent-up fury powering the blow. The chair shatters as Riku’s headlong charge is abruptly redirected into the sticky wonders of the floor underneath the bar.
An earsplitting whistle sounds from somewhere near the door. That’s usually your cue to grab your drunkest friend and flee for the back door before the watchmen’s clubs add an exciting counterpoint to the debate. Instead, you turn and give Mr. Club’s head a taste of your boot, sneering with dark satisfaction.
“STOPPIT DUMMAHS!” Keine fairly roars. Your eardrums cringe before the might of her bellow. Looking up from Mr. Club, you see Keine standing unsteadily, one hand bracing on the table. “
SHTOPPEET NAO! The slurred commands ring with authority.
“I’M STILL BLIIIIIIIIND!” one of the stricken farmers adds. A bamboo cup zips through the air, smacking the complainer in the gob. He yelps, clutching his mouth and sitting down. Keine sways unsteadily, trying to return her throwing hand to the table for support, but she can’t seem to find it.
“QUIET. TIME,” Keine slurs. “STHOP. PUNCHIN.”
You notice Cirno off to one side, sitting atop Beard man’s chest, one hand tangled in his hair, the other drawn back in a fist. She sheepishly releases his hair, letting his skull
thunk the floorboards.
“Guhd. Guuuuh~” Keine mutters, and promptly joins the Trauma Trio on the floor.
“KEINE!” you shout. You rush towards your fallen benefactor –
- and go staggering back as a woman casually plants an elbow in your chest she walks by.
“Get lost,” she says dismissively, not even looking at you as she walks towards Keine. She’s got long white hair with ribbons in it, recycled red potato sacks for pants, and a date with your
fist.
“HEY!” you roar, taking long strides towards the strange woman. She twirls gracefully, a ball of fire blossoming in her hand. “I said get
loooAH!” she exclaims as you hoist her slender frame airborne by a handful of her blouse, your fist coming back for-
“STOP STOP STOP STOP” Cirno shrieks, rushing over. She grabs hold of your robe and the woman’s pants and begins hopping agitatedly. “STOP!”
“Put me down,” the white-haired girl commands, “or I’ll snap your wrist.” The painful pressure on your wrist from her iron grip supports the assertion.
“Get between me and Keine and I’ll stuff your flaming body into an otyugh den,” you snarl.
“Dummy!” Cirno declares. She leaps for your wrist, grabs it, then dangles mid-air, kicking uselessly. “Put Mokou
doooown~”
Mokou? The name rings a bell, but you’re still too pissed-off to much care. Still, it’s hard to stay angry when you’ve got Cirno dangling from your wrist like a howler monkey. And even magically-enhanced strength has its limits. You slowly lower the woman to the floor and release her blouse, and she releases your wrist.
“M-Mokou?” one of the blind farmers ventures from the far wall.
“You’re Mokou?” you ask.
“No shit, Kotohime,” Mokou sighs. “And why are you so interested in
Miss]/i] Kamishirasawa?
Either word hasn’t reached the bamboo forest yet, or you don’t look much the wizard minus a hat and plus a good scuffing.
She glances at the far wall. “And what’s with the bunch of blind dudes with glitter on ‘em?”
“I’m a friend.” You survey the destruction in the tavern, and the ten or so blind guys with glitter on ‘em. “You wanna get out of here before the watch arrives?”
Mokou concedes with a shrug, and together the three of you walk over to Keine. Mokou kneels and gently lifts the schoolteacher to an upright sitting position. “Keine? What’d you do?”
“Moh~KOOOU!” Keine wails, diving into her friends embrace. “I fuggid up I screwh’d all up so baaaahd~”
“Easy girl,” Mokou says softly. “Easy now. We’re going home.” Slipping an arm ‘round Keine’s shoulders and another under her knees, Mokou lifts the larger woman with no apparent effort. As your party heads for the back door, you take one last glance at the hastily evacuated tavern. A small group of witnesses is clustered by the front door and the cooks are peeking out from the kitchen door, but otherwise the only patrons remaining are the ones you immobilized.
As you stagger down the alley with Mokou leading the way, somebody hails you from the back doorway.
“Wizard!” Riku shouts, leaning against the doorframe. “This isn’t over, Wizard!”
Your trudging boots grind to a halt. Your head swivels slowly, bringing your piercing over-the-shoulder glare to bear on the battered farmer.
“[i]Heel,” you say with quiet malice.
Riku blinks, nonplussed.
A galloping
pattapattapattta within the tavern echoes down the alleyway before the Chest explodes out the doorway and through Riku’s legs, sending him ass-first to the threshhold.
“Good chest!” you say with delight, patting it on the lid. “Best chunk of change I ever spent.”
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You get Keine home without further incident, taking back alleys to escape the town center without undue attention. The schoolteacher is put to bed, Cirno goes hunting for victuals in the kitchen, and you sit on your bed in the main room, still jittery with adrenaline and feeling like punching things.
“Of all the scum-swilling meatwads in town, it had to be
him,” you mutter. “Don’t they have fieldwork!?”
“They plant the fields closest to the forest together. Safety in numbers,” Mokou answers as she walks in from Keine’s room. “They were probably grabbing a late lunch.”
You grunt disinterestedly. “How’s Keine?”
“Who are you, why were you fighting a pack of farmers with Cirno helping you, and why is Keine drunk?”
“How’s Keine?”
“Drunk. Answer the question.”
“The skinny one hates me and had his buddies with him. Cirno’s my friend. Keine...”
-is drunk because you yelled at her and made her cry- “You’ll have to ask her. She wasn’t at home, so I went looking for her.”
“The glitter? The box? Stop jerking me around.
Talk.”
“I just had my head bounced off every hard surface in that tavern, and it hurts like hell,” you point out.
“Boo hoo. Explain yourself or you’ll hurt more.”
A wand appears in your hand as if conjured. “Think you can take me, sweetheart?”
“Where you wanna go, stud? There’s a stand down the street that makes a great
knuckle sandw-”
“HEEEELP!” Cirno squeals from the kitchen. “IT’S GOT MEEEEEEE!”
You and Mokou freeze for a long second, then bolt as one for the door of the kitchen. With a hand on the doorframe you sling yourself around the corner, keeping your head low with your wand-hand at the ready.
Cirno has been devoured by the fell Breadbox, the roller-door pinning her torso in its wooden gullet by the waist. Legs kicking wildly as she tries to extricate herself, she continues wailing.
You lower your wand.
“Heh,” slips the first chuckle from your lips. “Hahahaha~” you continue, and then it’s too late. The laughter washes over you, involuntary, like a muscle spasm in your diaphragm instead of any conscious impulse. You collapse on the floor, laughing madly. Mokou herself is leaning against the doorframe and gigging madly.
“It’s not funny! Stoppit!” Cirno demands from within the breadbox. Mokou collects herself long enough to open the door and rescue Cirno from the cabinet’s maw, but you’re still helpless on the floor.
Eventually the gales subside, and you struggle upright with a stupid grin on your face.
Cirno blushes looks at the floor sheepishly, hearing the unasked question. She tucks her hands behind her back and kicks at the floor.
“I just wanted a bagel...”
Unbidden comes the memory of Cirno sitting astride Beard’s chest, fist raised for another blow.
a bagel That sets you off again, laying you breathless over the counter for long minutes until your sides ache worse then your cranium does.
“Are you quite done?” Mokou asks at length, though the edge is gone from her voice.
“Yeah,” you say, reclining against the counter and wiping a few tears from your eyes. The adrenaline jitters are gone, and the tension with them.
“After you clean up, you’re going to the pharmacy,” Mokou instructs, digging around in a pants pocket. She counts out some cash and slaps it into your hand. “Tell the clerk you want something to sober people up; this ought to be enough.”
“What about medicine for him?” Cirno asks.
“His fight, his money,” Mokou says, and quits the room.
“Oh Keine, you know how to pick’em,” you mutter. You pocket Mokou’s money and take a deep breath, trying to think.
[ ] Go to the pharmacy personally, to buy time to think. There’s a lot of things going on in Gensyoko, immediate and impersonal, and you need to go over them all.
[ ] Go to the pharmacy personally; swing by the clothiers and chat with Benson. The brawl is public knowledge by now; you should move quickly on the Society angle before Riku has a chance to complicate things further.
[ ] Send Cirno for the medicine; take an hour to rest and identify that crap you’ve been lugging around for three days.
[ ] Send Cirno for the medicine; take an hour to rest and explain everything to Mokou.
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Or not; she’s about as diplomatic as you and doesn’t trust you much. Let Keine handle that when she recovers. --
Or should you get her advice now, before Keine confronts you herself? [ ] Write-in?
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This is an interlude; so don’t feel obliged to go for anything “plotty.” If there’s some bit of long-neglected business (like the identifying) I’m forgetting, avail yourself of the write-in, please. I’m probably forgetting half of ‘em.