#rin01

 Talking with young people is not his forte, at all. It is not his idea of a good time, at all. In other words its something he has no experience in, at all. 

 “...”

 “.....” 

“...As kind spirited as this festival is, I can’t help but to get a really strange feeling from it.” 

“Y’get what I mean? I don’t know. Maybe it’s the paranoia talking. But I can’t really bring myself to trust anything that sounds nice.” With a shrug of his shoulders, Mike turns his attention down to the plate he grabbed. He had thrown just about every kind of foot item on it, not really stopping to think about what it was until he saw it. He grabs the first thing he sees, and holds it up to Rin, tilting his head curiously at her.

The drone staggered back, slice marks visible and sparking across it’s body from Gai’s onslaught. Good. The Silver Ranger pulled back his Gokai Spear, producing his Ranger Key and plugging into the slot on his weapon’s neck. A twist of the key sent power surging through the trident.

“FIIIIIINAL WAAAAAAVE!!!!” screamed a voice from within the Gokai Spear. Loud and excitable, announcing to the world the oncoming attack. The drone, for it’s part, could only shudder as it tried to move from it’s spot. There wasn’t enough time for that.

“Gokai-!” Gai began, bending doing to take a LEAP into the sky, “-SHOOTING STAR!!!” Mid-air, Gai’s body pulled back, tensing before hurling the Gokai Spear.  The energy around the trident’s tips spun around the weapon, turning it into a spinning drill of destruction. The drone had only a moment to witness the power of Gai’s finishing move as it flew closer, before exploding in a fabulous array of light and electricity.

herukyatto liked for a starter!

The entrance to District Alpha probably would have intimidated most people, but Hajime only possessed a deep curiosity as she stared at the ominous grating that led into the darkness below. There were a few electric lights to be seen in that long stretch of shadow, but she was also pretty sure there were a few bones scattered about...hmm...

Well, it’d be exciting, that much was guaranteed.

Hajime whirled around to face the girl beside her--who most certainly had a feline-esque appearance--but to comment on that might be rude. Besides, she thought she was the cutest thing!

“Hey...!”

“Your timing is excellent, I was hoping to speak to a magus about this.”

Something about the girl struck him as familiar. As if somewhere in the back of his mind he had seen her before, but it was impossible. In the event that he had been summoned somewhere where she was present, he would recognize her, he trusted his memory enough. And yet..

No, there were more pressing matters. As he eyed the magus trying to separate recollection from the matter at hand, he made a slight gesture to the sky above with a moon having been frozen high in he air for far longer than it should have been normally along with the rest of the residence.

“Are you aware of any magecraft or thaumaturgy that could cause something like this?”

“Now, don’t ask why I was up there in the first place, but the thing that fell on your head was my lunch.”

Reaching into the ripped bag, he pulled out a mustard covered fry and plopped it into his mouth like it was no big deal.

“Holy shit!!” 

There was no way that that was who he thought he was. Rin Hoshizora? THE Rin Hoshizora of μ's?! What was she doing in a place like this? Yosuke had to stop himself from running up to her frantically.  Play it cool.  Don’t freak out.

If there is one thing Perona does well, it’s throw tantrums.

The one she threw upon exiting onto the streets was loud and obnoxious, as one would expect of someone so childish. She has probably stood in front of that door for an hour, kicking it with platform boots and demanding to be sent home...or whichever place she could truly call home at this point. Moria’s ship, Mihawk’s castle, anywhere that wasn’t this dirty, smelly city full of filth and no familiar faces as far as the eye can see.

After her feet had grown sore and lungs had followed, only one course of action could be taken. She needed something to calm her nerves, and nothing would be more acceptable than sugary sweets. She considered herself fortunate to have beli in her pocket and a cake shop around the corner, but she would not consider herself fortunate for the bout of luck that followed. One clumsy foot stomping on her own, and there was a mess of white cream and strawberry on the sidewalk. Precious pastry pieces lay in disaster, never to touch her lips again.

Wait for it.

“You big dunce!! Idiot! Moron!” Perona balls her fists accompanying a teary-eyed look of frustration, shoulders shaking at the combined sources of unhappiness that had managed to gather up in the past hour. She didn’t deserve this, dammit.