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DoubleSakura Level 9: 06/90
Karin Level 4: 26/40
Location: Kunad Highway
Word Count: 5535
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Sakura Level 9: 13/90 (pending)
Karin Level 4: 26/40
Location: Kunad Highway
Word Count: 5535
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Sakura Level 9: 13/90 (pending)
Karin Level 4: 31/40
wordcount: 5535 (+7)
Midna: level 8 EXP: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(122/80)
Location: Kunad Highway
Warp Charges: 0
As she suppressed the Trumpeter, Sakura let out a sharp bark of a laugh as Blazermate blasted it backwards and away. They passed by it quickly, hopefully leaving it in the dust. Sakura let up the trigger on her machine gun. ”Buh-bye!” She taunted cheerily as they passed the powerful demon.
”Eat my sand!” Midan shouted, almost but not quite replicating the fitting term of phrase, back at the terrible tooter as she proceeded to dump an entire sandstorm behind them in an attempt to make sure it would not be able to get back up and cause a nuisance.
The smile was almost immediately wiped off Sakura’s face as she realized what was coming. The trucks were going to crash. ”Wuh…Midna-san? If you have any magic that can help us not crash, please do it now!” She said. She traversed from the machinegun to the passenger’s seat, sitting down next to Midna and holding on tight to a handle grip on the Warthog’s chassis. Despite everything, she afforded herself enough time to do a double take at Midna’s booster seat.
”I’m cursed, it’s technically a disability aid!” Midna retorted to the glance, as if her keeping her dignity was more of a big deal than the incoming trucks.
Sakura turned bright red and stared even harder at the oncoming trucks. ”S-sorry-!”
Midna’s lack of fear was a combination of bravado and ignorance, but she did have some magic that could help. It was just that most of her magic was a hammer, and so she was going to be treating the trucks as nails.
As the carnage began (carnage that they, at the back of the pack, had an excellent view of before it actually hit them) they hung back. Sakura was quiet, biting her lower lip. Midna weaved their vehicle around tipped over or crashing transport trucks that fell out the back of the pack.
Waiting.
Waiting.
And then the inevitable happened. One of the feral trucks breached through the back of the convoy unscathed, and broke out into the open road, only to spot a new target, the titan of steel blaring its horn at the much smaller machine.
”Alright, bring it!” Midna practically screamed over the sound of engine roaring and metal grinding … as she smashed her warthog’s horn in retaliation, gunned the engine and sent them racing right at the thing. The truck would have risen to this challenge … if it hadn't already been blazing a trail right at them anyway
Sakura flattened herself against the back of seat, limbs braced. If she was funnier, she might have said something like “I said not crash!” but all that came out was a genuine little: ”Nooo!”
Tires screamed as they raced towards each other, and then orange light flared as Midna summoned a massive shadow hand from her helm and then lunged it out of where the driver’s side window would have been if the warthog had had any, before bringing it around in a powerful left hook, while at the same time also swearing to the left.
The massive fist slammed into the side of the truck’s cab, and while it was as near indestructible as they had seen when one had survived an explosion earlier, it was not immune to physics. The cab was slammed to its left (their right), forcing it to turn while the warthog swerved to its left (the truck’s right). Thus, what had been a head on collision became an incredibly close pass, the white painted metal screaming within hair’s breadth of the passenger side of the car as the two machines raced by each other.
Sakura literally felt the vacuum of the truck pull her slightly towards it as it went past, her trailing handband following the wake of the truck. For a moment she thought Midna had accidentally punched the truck right towards her seat! Breathing heavily, her feet braced against the dash, her head sunk in her shoulders and arms spread across the seats of the warthog, Sakura was otherwise still as a statue. In a shocked silence, she slowly reached up and grabbed the seatbelt. She buckled herself in, realizing that none of that bracing would have done any good because she would have just flown right out through the non-existent window! Doubly embarrassed, she held onto the interior handle of the Warthog.
Which was most certainly for the best, because things only got worse from there. The front runner of the feral truck swarm had been seen off, but behind it was, well, almost every single other truck. Said trucks were in the midst of engaging in a massive pile up, and it was all Midna could do to put the shadow hand to work, punching, slapping and woman handling machines out of the way.
Sakura saw it before Midna could- as she shunted a car aside and avoided another, the back end of a tipped wild truck slid towards them like a tail whip. ”Oh, darn it!” Sakura grunted.
Unbuckling her seat belt she put her face on the line and stood up, planting one foot on her seat and the other on the dash. ”Yaaah!” She launched the fireball at the back end of the truck and bounced it upwards with a fiery, dusty explosion. She did it too early, and the container threatened to land on the back of the Warthog. Wrapping one hand around the windshield, she clenched her fist and use her regular ol’ non-shadow hand to punch upward. ”Sha!” Steel dented, the container bounced up for one necessary moment longer before slamming down behind them. Sakura held her wrist and shook her hand as she dropped back into the seat, smiling stupidly.
By a mix of chance and intent, Midna managed to maneuver them into the tailwind of Pit’s truck for the last stretch and from there it wasn't exactly plain sailing, but the corridor he cleared let the two ladies gain ground on the rest of the party and then, after what had felt both like an eternity and a single run together moment of heart-stopping terror, they burst free of the pileup and back onto the open road.
”YATTA! WOOHOO! YEAAH!” Sakura cheered loudly, throwing her weight against her seat several times. She grabbed Midna’s shoulder and shook her around.
”Yeeeesssss ahahahaha we made it!” Midna cheered, pumping a fist, before coughing and insisting on a forcibly reserved tone ”I mean, uh, easy. Piece of cake, had it all under control”
Sakura continued to celebrate wildly. She ended up in a handstand, before falling to rest on the front window frame of the Warthog, her shoulders, head and arm laying where she had just been seated. Fists clenched, she raised them. ”That was incredible, Midna-san!!”
The princess looked a fair bit chuffed by this, but she couldn't take all the credit, replying ”So where you. I mean you punched one. With your human fist. That is ridiculous!” with a tone which made it clear that she ment ridiculously amazing. Sakura just grinned, tilting her head back, shutting her eyes and flexing her arm.
After they were done celebrating, somewhat anyway, Midna would likely be riding the high of their survival for days (or until their next bout of death defying insanity), she glanced behind them at the pile of crashed trucks, and was amazed that they seemed to basically all be intact, only unable to keep going due to being either tipped over, or, in one or two cases, stuck in between other trucks.
”Goddesses, those things are ridiculous as well, kinda wish we had …” Midna was saying, but before she said the wish her mind raced ahead and she had a stupid idea. A really stupid idea. But the adrenaline was still coursing through her veins.
”Sakura take the wheel” she requested with a calm touched by just a hit of madness before she leapt out of her seat, declared, ”be right back” and vanished into a shadow.
Sakura was upside down in her seat. ”Na-auh?” She made a perplexed noise and fumbled from her spot. The Warthog coasted a considerable distance before she leaned over and grabbed the wheel with one hand to steer it. She glanced at the approaching evac helicopter and whipped her head over her shoulder a couple times, but Midna was already out of her line of sight. ”Midna-san!”
The princess, meanwhile, lurked in the shadows of the pile up, quickly scouting around to get a feel for the situation.
By now, it looked like the dust had settled somewhat. Like spooked cattle the wild trucks had tired themselves out, and with the excitement at its end, the pileup was slowly starting to sort themselves out. The marauders flipped themselves onto their tires, wafting steam from rattled radiators as they rolled away to lick their metaphoric wounds. Those that pushed their extreme durability too far, meanwhile, lay where they fell belching smoke. Cursing and bemoaning their incredible misfortune, the battered and bruised but persevering Bridges personnel righted their trucks as well. Once restored by the generous application of emergency med-kits and repair kits, both vehicles and drivers could push through the mess of metal and rubber to totter up the remainder of the ravine slope and cross the bridge that paved the way back to Midgar.
Of course, one of the vehicles present didn’t receive such treatment. The school bus, beaten up and buckled like a soda can, lay on its side toward the back of the wreckage. With a loud hiss its doors opened, and a moment later the G-man who’d been driving it climbed out. As he set foot on the road, Atropos jumped down beside him, and after a moment spent examining his surroundings the unscrupulous agent reached up for his hat. “Let us search the scene for stragglers,” he told the shadow just before he morphed into the rainbow-bodied snake Yurlungur. It wove through the air, the pearlescent white eyes of its two heads searching in tandem as it floated over the pileup, keeping one eye on Atropos as she stalked through the aftermath below.
All that, Midna noted, was going to make this looting attempt a bit more awkward. Still, it was nice to see that the drivers were ok after all that carnage, but them being up and about was kind of a problem. After all, all it took was one of them spotting her and calling out the alarm and the big weirdly tasty looking rainbow snake would be on her. Logic dictated that the one left behind to drive would be the weakest one …. But she decided it best not to leave that to chance. She wouldn’t put it past the not exactly genius demons to leave one of their better fighters behind.
So. Sneaking it was. But how. She didn’t have much time, so the princess used what she had at her disposal and came up with a plan…
The problem was that the trucks were very big, so it was going to be incredibly obvious when one dropped away into the twilight realm. That, and she had to make sure it didn’t have a driver inside when she nabbed it. Well, technically she didn’t have to do that, but while she might be happy to steal from them, she wasn’t callus enough that she’d let one be transformed irrevocably into a beast in the name of this little endeavor.
So. Distractions.
A few moments later, two were set up. First, a (formerly empty) crate Midna had borrowed from the back of a truck tipped over, spilling 1000 individual gold coins out through the convoy, the little disks rolling and bouncing across the tarmac oh so attractively. Second, a high pitched whining, strong only enough to be annoying, swept through the convoy from a far off Vibrava who was attacking from well out of its effective range from atop a random outcropping in the wastelands beyond the roadway.
From its bird’s-eye view above the jumble of vehicular debris, Yurlungur watched the scattered coins spread out noisily, but it found no apparent reasons why. It could have easily been happenstance, but the off chance that someone was attempting to loot said coins from the chaos crossed its mind, as well. The same occurred to Atropos, and unlike the airborne serpent, she wasn’t planning to take chances. She cast Mazionga, manifesting a rain of lightning bolts around the scene to target all enemies, but her widespread magic only struck wild trucks. Yurlungur peered down at her for any sign of her findings, but Atropos shook her head and resumed her search.
Her multicolored comrade, meanwhile, turned its attention to a strange bug away from the scene making an irksome racket. It acutely remembered seeing the Vibrava before while driving, when the creature perched on the back of the truck in front of it to pester its allies with Bug Buzz. Moreover, it recalled it shrugging off the lightning Atropos attempted to punish it with. While the Pokemon wasn’t accomplishing anything from there, Yurlungur knew it to be an enemy. “Thy botheration is at an end.” Rather than cast its own Mazionga, Yurlungur unleashed Megido. A terrific white explosion erupted on the outcropping, consuming it in its entirety in typeless Almighty damage.
Down below, a wild truck -disturbed by Atropos lightning’ suddenly lunged at her like a crocodile. It slammed its front into her, flooring the shadow with a pained cry. Yurlungur turned its attention back to the mayhem and found the leftover wild trucks incensed, ready to fight with what little strength they still possessed. “Let us cut to the chase,” it murmured. After an undulating sky dance it cast Brain Jack, and a mind-numbing wave swept through the area to brainwash its enemies. It worked on about half of the wild trucks, and without hesitation they turned on their former kin. As Atropos pulled back to heal, the Bridges drivers scrambled to get in their own trucks and drive away, for the situation was quickly devolving into chaos again.
Sat upon an entirely different outcrop Midna flicked a finger, opening a portal under the Vibrava as soon as it the big worm started doing something magic looking, and good thing too, because it turned out her guess about the demons not being smart enough to leave their weakest member driving the bus proved right as her pokemon narrowly avoided vaporization. She was incredibly glad the rainbow worm had not joined in on the truck battle, because if it had they’d likely all be dead. Information on its capabilities was likely worth this entire expedition but as for the actual objective, well, her odds were: incredibly slim chance of success, incredibly high likelihood of exploding.
She’d have to teleport into a truck, grab the driver, get out of the truck, touch it, start sending it away, and then also deposit the driver somewhere at a safe velocity before she could bail. Considering that at any point, the snake could just spawn and explode on top of her… ”yeah that’s not happening”
”Drat … well, whatever was in those other crates will have to do” the princess decided, having, while stealing the crate and putting all the gold into it for the part of her plan that didn’t do much other than get a bunch of trucks killed and cost her 1000 gold, just taken everything else in there. Which wasn't much, as it looked like the college town was an export destination rather than an import one. Indeed, as it turned out, all she had gotten out of it were crates. Empty crates. With not a thing inside. But she would not find out about that till later.
For now, Midna left behind the mess she’d caused and shadow hopped back to the warthog right as it pulled up next to the helicopter, the princess pulling herself out from the shadow and apologizing to Sakura ”Sorry about that. Wanted to steal a truck and it did noooooot work”
Sakura had managed to guide the warthog to its destination. As Midna reappeared, she let out a sigh of relief. ”Phew! Midna-san, you made it back.” She stepped out of the Warthog, shutting the door behind her. She grabbed Midna’s forearm and pulled her in for a quick hug and a pat on the back. ”Let’s get the heck outta here already!”
”Oh wow um ok” Midna said, not at all used to this kind of physical affection. It was unbecoming of royalty. It was also kind of nice.
”Sorry to worry you” she apologized, this apology having a lot more heart behind it, while awkwardly returning the hug and back pat before being put down.
”It’s okay! I’m just happy we all made it.” Sakura said, retracting and hopping onto the helicopter. There, she spotted Karin and latched onto her with a hug as well.
Karin pat Sakura on the back and then pushed her away, smiling gently. ”A pleasure to see you well, Miss Sakura.” She said.
”That was crazy!” Sakura exclaimed cheerfully, pulling up her goggles and resting them on her forehead. Her bangs were pushed upwards. ”I was so scared- but man, that was awesome! Those demons never knew what him ‘em! And that uptight guy-
Karin subtly nodded her head towards Benedict, who had since been brought onto the helicopter. Sakura kept talking. ”He wasn’t so tough- if he really wanted to win he shouldn’t have worked with a bunch of rowdy, evil demons.” She said confidently. Karin nodded much less subtly this time, and Sakura spotted Benedict and the unconscious Roxas.
”Oh, hey, he’s here! Welcome, Misteeer…” She trailed off, not knowing his name. She glanced at Geralt. ”…what happened to Roxas?”
Karin shook her head and focused on Midna. ”I wanted to thank you for helping to guide Sakura through all that mess. Next time, I shall have to remove her from her motorcycle by force, lest she get stuck on it for half the fight again.”
Midna had paused briefly to pat the Warthog (and quietly apologize for even considering replacing it with a massive indestructible truck) and then sent it home before floating aboard and ceasing to hold up the whole operation.
”In hindsight, we’re lucky no one else decided to take one. Those things need, I don’t know, stirrups or something if you wanna use them as cavalry mounts” Midna said, before adding ”But she was a big help on the warthog’s turret, so it worked out in the end. Kinda. I don’t think we actually got the trumpet thing”
”That would probably be the first time she has ever used a real gun. Outside of, perhaps a water gun.” Karin said, amused by the thought of Sakura using a machine gun.
”Did you have any more luck up on the trucks? I see everyone made it, but those things were nasty. The way they can just create magic ontop of everyone without even aiming is really unfair. I’m pretty sure it breaks a bunch of arcane laws too” she said. Midna wasn’t the biggest expert on the theoretical side of magic, but she was pretty sure that kind of thing was cheating.
”Indeed, quite troublesome for my allies. But they traded not needing to aim for power, and the Trumpeter’s magic simply failed to work on me for no discernible reason. As for the demon mage I went up against, he was insultingly weak and arrogant. She said dismissively. ”Perhaps if he knew his place, he could have survived by staying in the backline where he belonged. Oh, well.” Karin said.
”Definitely had a better time of it than I did. All those strikers just made me an easy target I think” Midna replied, a little embarrassed to have been shown up, but simultaneously glad that the team had at least one person whose fighting style/powers did well against the demons. She expected that they had not seen the last of their kind ”eugh, don't even want to think about what it would have been like if that worm had gotten out of the bus. Made a whole load of the trucks attack each other which would have been a real piece of work. If we see it again, it should be up there with the trumpet when it comes to things to take down fast”
”Pardon me? Worm? What makes it as dangerous as the Trumpeter? I can’t imagine we’ll be fighting on trucks again anytime soon.” Karin asked. ”...I imagine it is an oversized worm. The monstrous kind that someone might mount on a wall, for example.”
”It was huuuuuuuge, and all the colors of the rainbow and could fly and make all its enemies go insane and fight each other and vaporize stuff with big explosions as well” Minda replied, her tone exactly like someone describing a big fish they totally saw.
”I see.” Karin said, rubbing her chin, one eyebrow raised. ”I think I would have noticed such a thing. When did this happen?”
”Oh, uh, well, when I went back to try and steal a truck …. It didn’t work. But I got some boxes” she said, suddenly a bit embarrassed by the impulsive bit of attempted thievery.
”You…went back?” Karin asked, unimpressed and incredulous. ”For a truck. My goodness, woman, how many vehicles do you need?”
”Well I mean I did lose two so I kinda felt like I needed to make up for that … and it’s also alive? So imagine, for a moment, that I am facing someone … and then I summon a truck and it rams them for me. Think about that” Midna said, trying to explain her impulse decision retroactively.
”I think I’m the only one here that is.” Karin narrowed her eyes. ”Your recklessness endangers not only you, but others around you. If you had gotten into trouble-” Karin pauses and lowers her voice. ”Don’t you think someone like Sakura would dive in after you, no matter what?”
”Geez, lighten up, would you? I can see your glowering from across the room.” Sakura said, skipping over.
”Well, we are in a helicopter, so it’s not a particularly large room.”
Karin said, closing her eyes tilting her nose up. Sakura reached up and put her index fingers against Karin’s lips, forcing a smile onto her face. ”What on-” Karin smacked the fingers away, but Sakura rebounded, going to tap Karin’s nose. The heiress grabbed Sakura’s wrist and twisted it, looking to put her in an arm lock, but Sakura countered with a front flip and a jab. Karin deflected it and jabbed back, and it looked like they were about to get into a fist fight. Karin grabbed Sakura’s arm and Sakura pushed against Karin’s face, and the two fighters remained locked in their grapple, their limbs all intertwined with each other.
Midna had been about to retort about how she’d actually been careful, thought things through and backed off when it became clear that the risks were too big, but instead she got to watch in bemusement as Sakura came over and then the two devolved into a childish fight. Minda sat there for a few moments, and then decided this was hilarious, especially the tangled mess they ended up in.
The princess’s laughter, an odd combination of impish giggling and royal haughtiness, chimed through the cramped interior of the helicopter before she asked ”Are you two always like this? Because it's great. Keep it up and never change”
Sakura looked at Midna and grinned. ”Always like what?”
With an indignant flailing of her arms, Karin disentangled. She cleared her throat. ”No.” Was all she said, at a loss for words. Then she brought the back of her hand down, and with a heavy impact Sakura crossed her arms and caught it, knees bending. Slinging her fist back towards Karin, Sakura’s blow was blocked but the blonde slid backwards. Then she threw her arms up. ”Not in a crowded helicopter!” She commanded.
”You sure?” Sakura asked, bouncing from foot to foot.
”You’re incorrigible.”
Sakura glanced at Midna. ”I only know what that word means because I heard her say it a bunch.”
Midna suppressed a snort of a laugh at that.
Karin huffed and switched gears, pointing at Midna. ”Don’t do anything silly like that again! Now I have to train, so do not disturb me.” She went into a corner of the helicopter and went to balance on her fingers.
Sakura set her hands on her hips, at Midna’s side again. An idea occurred to her. ”...Hey, Midna-san, you and me should throw down some time!” She suggested cheerfully.
The princess raised her exposed eyebrow at the confusing combo of being asked to fight in such a cheery voice, but then after a moment seemed to get it. ”Like a spar?” she asked ”We could do that, though preferably not inside a flying metal box”
Sakura bent her knees, clenching her fists. ”Yeah!” She said excitedly. ”I wish we spent more time back at Alcamoth so I could fight everyone. I’d love to test myself against a powerful wizard like you!”
”Do you mind if I asked how you got so strong?” She asked. ”Like- that shadow thing you did. That was crazy. I wouldn’t have been worried at all if I knew you could do that.”
”So some of my magic is me, some of it is spirits, but the hand, that is all thanks to this” the princess said as he pulled off her crested helmet, fully exposing her face to Sakura, including the fully crimson eye (no white or black, just red) that had been hidden beneath it. She popped it down in her lap and explained it
”This is the fused shadow, or one fourth of it anyway. An ancient artifact made by my ancestors’ dark powers, all of it fused into a single artifact that they tried to use to conquer the Sacred Realm and claim the Triforce” she said, and then simplified ”They fought to claim the power of the goddesses, only just barely lost, and this is a fourth of the magic they tried to use to do it. If I had the full thing, there’d be no stopping me. Well. Next to no stopping me. Even when I did manage to assemble the full thing it wasn't enough to … well, that’s a whole other story” she trailed off, realizing she had gotten off topic and not really wanting to talk about her biggest failure. Or her death.
A lot of that went over Sakura’s head, but she got the gist. As Midna trailed off, she set a reassuring hand on her shoulder. ”That’s okay, Midna-san. We all lose sometimes.”
Then Sakura looked at the helmet, tilting her head to the side. ”That is a pretty powerful hat. I guess the trade-off is that you don’t have any, uh, depth perception.” A thought occurred to her, and she gasped. ”If I put it on, would I get to use a shadow hand?” She asked. ”One fourth of the power that almost won!” She said, excited, though if that had come out of someone else’s mouth it might have sounded sarcastic.
”Hey, thanks, but uh, that would not be a good idea. Anyone who doesn't have the training and natural resistance to dark magic I have will, well, get corrupted by it” Midna said, not wanting the charming street fighter to go the way of Darbus the Goron patriarch, who had been transformed into the monstrous Fyrus by only a brief exposure. ”My ancestors were not good people, and they more than deserve to be banished to the Twilight realm” she summarized.
”Oh.” Sakura said, glancing at the helmet, which now seemed much more dangerous than before. ”Well, you seem to be putting it to good use, right? ”
”No safer hands than mine” Midna agreed, as she picked the helm up and popped it back on her head, a perch it rarely if ever left these days.
There might have been more talk, but there was shortly after a distinct lack of breath available, as the view presented to them as the helicopter climbed up and headed towards Midgar took it all away.
Beautiful rosy trees, including one so massive it was a landscape onto itself, where the first things they saw, nature breaching its way out of the sprawling mess of roads that no sane road engineer would ever have planned.
”Wow…” Sakura said, pressing her face against the glass of one of the windows. She stared at the mind boggling city in the distance, but it was the large tree that had her eagerly tapping against the glass. ”Hey, it’s a sakura tree! I’m named after those!” She said excitedly. ”They’re waaay smaller where I’m from, though.”
”A pretty thing to be named after. Fitting too” Midna teased
”Oh, um…thank you?” Sakura smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. Karin rolled her eyes and wondered if Sakura got this excited every time she saw a cherry tree back home.
Beyond that urban jungle that was their destination, one that boggled Midna’s mind, for a single district of the city surely held more people than all the towns and cities the princess herself had ever set foot in. She had, as a result, only one question: ”What are they growing at Meridian Farms to feed that many people?”
None of the seekers had any answers to that but, hopefully, their new hosts would be the kind of people who knew about that sort of thing, as after an uninterrupted flight and a not so clandestine landing, they met with the leaders of the clear eyed government defectors and were offered the opportunity to ask some questions.
There was a lot of personality in the room, and Sakura found herself a little gobsmacked as the big american man encouraged them to ask a question about any part of the city. The city that was more like a country. Karin, however, was more used to superstructures, and while Midgar’s size was impressive, the entire thing was so packed together it lost all of its splendor. ”An upper half of the city…could the upper class be any less responsible? They may as well walk around with a stickied note on their backs that says ‘Overthrow me’.” She muttered to herself, peering through the windows.
Karin turned and approached Goldlewis. ”Mister Goldlewis.” She began. ”I am Kanzuki Karin. Tell me about how things are run around here. Is it a democracy, monarchy, oligarchy? How is the political climate? I want to know what factions, if any, can be trusted. Or which ones will get in our way. The most powerful faction has the highest chance of harboring the Guardian, is my hypothesis. It’s disappointing that you don’t know anything about the Guardian, considering it is our primary objective…” Karin noted. Though she said it aloud, she mostly meant it for herself. Without her own intelligence network, finding any clue at all would be hard work.
”And of course, as Mister Geralt said, don’t leave anything out you think might be relevant. We’re going to be combing this city over for this Guardian, but we need leads or we’ll never find it. If there’s any other cells of this group within the city, I’d like to know how to contact them as well. ” Karin said.
Sakura tapped her chin. She slowly formulated and asked her question. ”Are there any bad guys around here that need punching…like, right now?” She asked.
”I guess following on from that, kinda, is the question of who does the punching around here, and how do they punch?” Midna asked, deciding she’d pick up the military situation ”We’ve met the city’s covert forces, but what about their army, their town, or I guess, city guards and so on. How big are those forces? How hard is it going to be to just, well, move around in the city under their noses? Where are their bases of power? Their command structure?”
”Perhaps we could disguise ourselves, if there is an abundance of inconspicuous cloaks or something of that nature around here.” Karin commented.
”Sounds like a plan” Midna agreed, before asking ”know where we can get any of those? Or other disguises? If we need em”
”Oh, and are there any, I don’t know, rebel groups and if so, how strong are they? Or you, for that matter? What you all got up your sleeves power wise?” she added, hoping that if there were anti-government forces, they weren't all pawns like the last bunch, before boiling it all down to ”Basically, if things go incredibly badly, and it does come down to a straight up war for the city, how bad is our situation? Because we’ve already had to console sick an entire town on us twice, and if they know we’re here and have the influence to do the same here …” well, she wanted to know just how bad that would be for them.
