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Kanbaru Otoko


The landing was a lot less graceful then she envisioned it. Her own meeting with the ground? Went flawlessly. The issue was the empty hood she held in one hand- Clair's, her brain unhelpfully offered- and that the pillar of ice meant to be crowned with a frozen motorcycle promptly had it's bulb of vehicle shatter, spraying them all with chips and chunks of ice she belatedly turned to steam after the fact. She had a suspicion they were all pretty durable and that a fall like that wouldn't kill Clair, assuming she didn't land on her neck, and it was with great relief the adventurer saved herself with a summoned Spirit.

A very charming fox girl who had so much Ara Ara energy the bluenette had a moment to fear for Takara's innocence before she was staggered back, the power of the Corpse Collector withdrawing from her, returning her to her default mage state as the last of the renegade motorcycle dispersed.

Then the cops arrived. Then Iona. All of whom were looking to her like she just attempted to assassinate the Student Council President. A bright spot was a plucky young girl she hadn't seen before whose cavalier attitude reminded Kanbaru of a less violent Chie and she greeted her with a grin in spite of the approaching law enforcement.

"Heh, would you believe me if I said the bike did that all itself? 'Cause I don't think the coppers will. I'm a totally safe driver when there isn't monsters about, but Hentai Tenshi over here seems to have pissed off my motorcycle into causing a few traffic accidents with her own reckless driving. Really, we're the victims here." Kanbaru said, blinking owlishly as Itsuko leaned in close...and promptly smacked Rose against her neck. "Oh, that wasn't a bug. That was another party member. You okay, Rose?"

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet


This Tomoko girl was alarmingly forthcoming, setting off the few alarms Yeshua had danger that she actually listened to. After all, a hero was the type to go head first into such matters, but in the present situation, she was starting to hear her heart hammering in her chest, expecting snipers or some sort of MFF mechanized ambush. Was it unfair to Tomoko? Perhaps, but she had just been assaulted in full force for rolling out of a hammock wrong.

So she felt entirely valid in breaking away from the huddle, air visibly swirling about her to redirect projectiles once she blinked and found herself in a new place. Her eyes took in clouds beneath her and a busy room, more people then she felt comfortable with hustling about like this was mundane for them.

"HART? Wow...that's....so....awesome!" Doing a full 180 of opinion, Yeshua leaped for joy, boots striking the glass as she took in the people who didn't fear her for her monstrous transformation. She reached out to the air currents, running across the Silencia and feeling the space beyond, noting that she'd have never felt this ship if she weren't already inside it. That, and it was indeed a ship, and not just a roose propogated with projectors in some kinda of high tech MFF bunker to lull us into compliance.

"Yes, yes yes! Every Hero dreams of having a secret organization supporting them behind the scenes, and this one has a mobile base too. Soooooo cool!" The human form of Terrorkeat crowed, abatting in her exuberant hopping to tackle Tomoko in a hug. "Why didn't you say so sooner? We could have done so much good already, Tomo-Chan!"
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Kanbaru Otoko


For once in the life of a motorist, threatening her vehicle with violence failed due it's own stubborn resolve to kill them rather then for being an inanimate object. Not that Kanbaru could really appreciate this when she had to forsake her gun to cling to the bike for dear life. Her heart hammered as she saw her life flash with every near swipe of a vehicle or attempt to buck them off at speeds that would render a normal human into ruptured balloon of meat and pulverized bone.

A part of her roared in the face of Corpse Collector's treachery, singing with a maddening desire to push this even further and see just how much she can squeeze out of the rampaging motorcycle, but she crushed such desires with a callous ruthlessness, smothering it with the constant reminder of Clair and Rose clinging to her. Keeping them alive took priority over the dark part that wanted to cut loose.

Huh, I half expected more of the student council to show up. Kanbaru thought, catching sight of sirens flashing as police converged on their trail of destruction, no doubt wanting to put a stop to the recklessness before they start running people over.

Speaking of, they were just about to do that as Corpse Collector turned into an alley and barreled them towards a familiar group.

"Enough." Ice was her voice, cutting through the engine's rumble as water formed and froze before the motorcycle's path, a ramp that launched them straight upwards to kill off their momentum in a precipitous flight to the heaven's. Grasping Clair by the collar, Kanbaru rose to squat on the seat before kicking off, launching the trio downwards as Corpse Collector began to bleed inertia and reach the apex of it's climb.

Her ice ramp extended, catching the ex-magical girl's feet and sliding her neatly to the asphalt as the rest rose higher, moving to encapsulate the motorcycle and end its rampage before it's wheels every struck the ground again.
Kanbaru Otoko


Kanbaru had known her fair share of murder hobos, completely delusional and up their own asses with their beliefs, but Iona was set to be crowned Queen of the Zealots with her actions here. Well, she'd just have to accept that and hope whoever Iona reported to was somewhat more sane so the bluenette could explain why grand theft auto was not an appropriate response to ignoring a schoolgirl.

That was a nice fantasy, and it died a grisly death that sounded uncannily like a motorcycle roaring out of her control. Most likely because it did.

"No no no!" Kanbaru screeched as they bounced off the asphalt, tearing up the pavement as it accelerated to speeds she reserved for delivering stolen take out back home and hunting the monsters that plagued Miso City. Hurtling down a road when the handlebars weren't responding to her control? That was just asking for karmic punishment for flagrant flipping the bird to Death, Morality, and Common Sense.

"This has to be the Corpse Collector acting out. Ugh, why do all my cards have egos the size of the pyramids?!" Kanbaru said, banging a fist against the speedometer. "Oi, you better have a good reason for this or I'm going to give your card to a pervert who masturbates with trading cards, you here?!"

"Rose. Clair. If this doesn't settle down, I'm going to have to decelerate us pretty fast. Not exactly a crash, but, you may want to think of a landing strategy just in case."
Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet


A fourth stranger came up, young, sprightly, and looking incongrous with the recent disaster area. The sort she'd expect to be just getting out of the shelters and heading home or to the stores, not scoping out some people near the battle. Unless she was one of those thrill junkies who chased news stories, but she seemed so young for it-

She had her arm around Yeshua's shoulder and spoke softly, almost jovial in how close she acted till she dropped the flagrant allusions to her- their- identities. That would explain why the drowsy girl was more annoyed then anything else at a building falling on her, though she had no way to judge if the other was really a GMG.

"You know, I don't go to school, heck, I don't even have a home. So I'm real curious how you got my name there, Tomoko-chan, or why you'd assert we could be GMGs. They are, you know, giants, after all. The only ones who'd know otherwise would have to be the GMGs themselves, am I right?" The avian pressed, the wind brushed around the gathered huddle to muddle their words to outside eavesdroppers. It wasn't overt enough to really claim she controlled the wind, not a hair blown out of place on any of them, but it was a subtle nod for Tomoko to answer correctly here. "That kind of talk is real dangerous for people with plenty to lose."
Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet


"Oh, sorry to hear about your snakey plush. Umm, maybe I can see about cleaning that for you? I know a few tricks to get dirt out. Lots 'ah camping experience to work with." Yeshua chirped, awash with relief as the building slid away behind them, leaving them standing before a ponderously deepening pit that would soon give way to a fresh building. A marvel of engineering, people had said, not to mention a boon to the construction work in the city. The constant GMG and MFF presence would ensure at least some people had employment even if they leveled most of the city.

The avian looked at the other girl, the one who'd been calling out to the eye patch wearing one, and perked up at the offer of shelter and a drink. Even as her insides knotted at the thought of sleeping underground without the sun, moon, and stars for company, she did have to admit that it would be harder to do whith the MFF so paranoid for aerial threats right now.

"Hey, that's awfully kind of you. Name's Yeshua, and I'd be real happy to accept that offer of yours." She flashed Seika a winning smile before offering a hand to Eris. "Come on it sounds like fun, and it'll be even easier to clean Tsuchi when we get there."
Kanbaru Otoko


With the weight of Clair at her back she willed the ice of the cart to revert to water, leaving the street clear of the large obstruction least they cause an accident. For a reprobate, she was consious of road laws when she wasn't in called to a higher purpose. It wasn't like she'd just shot out of the alley and blitzed into traffic, even with the hentai tenshi looming over them.

Speaking of....

"Waah!" The bluenette cried out amidst the screeching of tires, the magical steed shrieking in protest as they stopped before a very sudden and very illegally parked truck that took up the entire intersection before them. Then, because of course she was, the pervert was standing atop it gloating about the glory of the student council and it's ability to punish troublemakers.

Feeling rather cross about this, Kanbaru grasped the throttle and eased it forward, a ramp of ice forming to the top of the truck where she promptly parked it atop the container serving as Iona's stage to look down upon them while the ramp melted in their wake. Except now Kanbaru was the one looking down and she did so with a scowl concealed by her mask but made appearent by a disapproving tone.

"You just blocked a four way intersection! That's far more against the rules of any society. Did you steal this car to do it? Are you even old enough to operate a vehicle? What the Hell, shouldn't you be in class yourself? Sheesh, point us to this Student Council. I've got a mind to report you for moral depravation and illicit behavior!" Kanbaru ranted, the determination of the Detention Club Lore Keeper burning bright before this girl who acted so very much like the dreaded Light Magical Girls of her home city.
Kanbaru Otoko


"Student council? We're not even in your school, and here you are talking like it's a scholastic police state. Hah! As a proud member of the Detention Club, I can tell you that I'm fully authorized not to give a damn about your slightly bigger club, Ms. Hentai Tenshi." Kanbaru said between barks of laughter as she pulled onto the road, no worse for wear save a bump in the side walk costing them Elijah. Eh, she'd walk it off on her own, the bluenette was certain.

As she'd come to expect, Rose delighted in the chance to buck authority alongside her and took on the form of a fairy to nestle close where she could see the road ahead. It made driving a lot easier when she had a far lighter passanger, though casting a look into the rearview mirror had her seeing just Clair in an entire ice cart.

"You know, as crazy as I think that pervert is, if she chases us that cart won't last long. Clair, why don't you hop up and sit behind me at the next red light?" Kanbaru called back, hoping the more cautious member of their group would agree. It would really suck if the party split even further again if the bluenette had to seperate the construct of ice. That doing so would drop a sizeable chunk of ice into the street wasn't her problem.

"And Captain? You keep an eye out. It's a modern city with an angel. Who knows, they may have airships or something else cool. Heck, maybe more hot red heads. Now that would be worth crashing school, a good old panty raid!"
Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet


A green haired kaiju in human stumbled out of a building soon to descend beneath the earth, falling to her hands and knees as a hiker's backpack that rose over her head rose and fell in time with her ragged breathes. The weight was a comfort, however, as Yeshua was happy to find she hadn't lost all her belongings when she fell from her hammock and transformed. Having to storm up the stairs after the quake her transformation caused locked down the elevators would have been fine on it's own, but doing it both ways after crossing the city on foot?

Even the homeless bird could find herself a bit winded.

Her throat burned, parched as the sahara and just as desperately in need of refreshment as she hobbled to her feet. The best thing to do with herself was to get lost and see if she could find a nice cafe. She had a bit of money, but if she got lucky people would leave partially unfinished drinks out, and that was a win/win in the kaiju's books.

Yeshua would have gone off to do just that if she hadn't come across a dust caked young girl being approached by another, the rumble of shifting plates seperating them with glacial slowness. Realization struck her like a viper's curled around her chest, it's teeth insidiously sliding something vile and heavy that hastened her breath before she swallowed that bitter sensation.

"I did that." Yeshua murmurred, voice too ragged to be heard over the shifting surroundings. It would be easy to blame it all on the MFF, but she still transformed and that building could have collapsed at any point. The need to fix her mess arose and she clung to it, jogging down the street and hoping down without a thought for the long ride down and the even harsher walk back up.

"Hey, are you okay? You're legs not sprained or anything? Ribs hurting? I can carry you to a doctor if you need it." Yeshua offered, unable to smell any blood but not willing to rely on her dampened senses while in human shape.
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