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Magical Detective Ayase Yue; Someone had to write it
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Topic Started: May 28 2012, 11:34 PM (1,775 Views)
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Nov 3 2014, 01:04 AM
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“Right. They've gone after a pacifist and a loner, so those folks will have found some way to make themselves harder targets by now. Finding a protector or at least traveling in packs, that'd probably be enough against this type. So who's left who'd be vul-” Torako stopped mid-word, staring at me in horrified realization. I suspect I was supposed to arrive at that horrified realization simultaneously so that we could dash off together after we processed it, but since I hadn't matched her logical leap I just made a “go on” gesture.
“How well defended is that lunatic manning the nurse's office? By herself? Because that sounds like the sort of place everyone knows you just don't attack,” she asked. I started scrabbling for my battle gear before she finished speaking.
“Kamiya's something of a pacifist herself,” I said, grabbing my For Getting Serious potion. “Yes, and a military otaku. Which ensures she won't leave her post if actual bombs start falling. Given how long my investigation at the prop room took, the actual nurse should be leaving right about now. We'd better hurry.”
Hurry we did, though we slowed when we neared the nurse's office so that we wouldn't be seen coming. Peering through a window, I noticed Kamiya still upright. About time something went right in this case.
Torako and I split up to watch opposite sides of the building, while I tried to ignore the nagging suggestion that maybe we'd completely misjudged where our perp would strike next. It was thus an immeasurable relief when Torako triumphantly sent that she'd found a skulker.
My relief decayed back into frustration when I saw who my partner had nabbed. Sunada Reira, bedecked in recording gear and with the heart of a vulture. “Newspaper Club snoop. Bit early to the actionnn...” I slowly raised my hand to touch my own face, ignoring Sunada's struggles and Torako's confused look. The wheels were spinning, the dominoes were toppling, the pieces were falling into place, and above all the metaphors were mixing. “Blood on their faces. In the photos. Fresh blood. Bit early to the action, eh? No wonder you could always get a picture.”
“Any time you're ready to start speaking in actual sentences, Yue?” said Torako, who looked to be running low on patience.
“It's her. She's the perp. And the rest of her club, it's gotta be.”
“Oh really,” said Sunada. She seemed discomfortingly calm about having been nicked. “Let's put that up to the jury, shall we?” She held up her phone, finger pressed firmly to the Send button.
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Nov 9 2014, 11:35 PM
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I tensed, ready to react to the...nothing, for a moment. And then the first of them started appearing.
Mahora students. Which would generally not be a surprise on the Mahora campus, but at this hour there shouldn't have been so many out. Nor should so many have been club champions, nor of such grim or wrathful mien, nor all headed straight for me.
“Okay,” said Torako once a goodly number had gathered. “Would anyone like to explain why we are suddenly reenacting Zekado's Children?”
“I have been summoned,” said Kitsu, “and I assume this applies to the others, by a text claiming that I could find proof that our beloved local detective and her lackey were behind the recent attacks if I came here.”
“And here it is!” crowed Sunada, hefting an old-fashioned dictation machine aloft. “I managed to record them talking before they caught me, listen.”
When she hit play, it produced a fairly good imitation of Torako saying, “You're certain this next one will cement our hold on the school?”
“Oh yes,” another voice, which I assumed resembled how I sound to other people, agreed. “They'll flock to our office in terror afte- What's that?” At this point the recording cut off.
“You see?” cried Sunada. “This outsider in our midst has been attacking innocent students to try and create a climate of fear in which she'll thrive, but now she's been found out.” Her smirk may have been the single most punchable expression I've seen off the face of Governor-General Godel.
The crowd was getting ugly, an impressive feat from Mahora's unusually photogenic student body. “Am I not to be allowed a chance to defend myself?” I asked. There was a general subsiding among the mob that I took for assent, but it looked less than inclined to actually listen to anything I had to say. Better surprise it, then. “Let me prove my innocence with the truth of battle!”
Yep, that surprised the assemblage. Even Torako simply dropped her captive, and she should be used to my ways by now. “Are you seriously offering to prove you didn't beat up a couple people by beating up a person in front of us?” asked Kitsu, who seemed to have been designated unofficial mob spokesperson.
“Of course not,” I replied. “I'm proposing to duel a champion of your choosing to help make my case. If after I've presented my defense you still don't believe me, you're free to engage in vigilante justice as normal. All that changes is that one of you gets a chance to attack me before the rest.”
I doubt there were any present who didn't realize there was a trick. There had to be a trick. People didn't say the sort of things that I just had without there being a trick. But what were they supposed to do about it? They couldn't simply deny me what sounded like a reasonable request on the grounds that they were pretty sure that I was doing something unspecified but underhanded. Not and still feel like the good guys. So the assemblage spent some time futilely attempting to discern what I was playing at, and some more time selecting Shirogami as their champion, and yet more time after that girding her in the finest accoutrements they could provide. All the while, I was leaning against the wall, drinking my For Getting Serious potion and preparing to cast a single spell.
At last, they deemed their chosen ready. I felt a sudden burst of school pride as I beheld Shirogami standing there before me. She had talismans to protect her from magic, engineering club gear to keep her safe from electricity, and she'd even let herself be injected with some mysterious glowing fluid, the brave girl. It was almost a shame how badly I was about to trounce her.
“Any last words?” she asked as Kitsu declared battle joined.
“Can you hear me?” I returned.
“Of course.”
“Your mistake,” I said, and slammed my staff into the ground. The spell I cast was technically the thunderclap trick I used to get people's attention. After I'd pumped all the juice my potion and native form could provide into into boosting its power and focusing it where Shirogami was standing, it bore as much resemblance to its normal form as a flamethrower does a lighter. That wasn't a battlefield trick, not unless I found a battlefield where I was going to have plenty of time unmolested to focus my energies on hitting an enemy located at a spot known to me from when I started focusing and without any allies who could take advantage of my mana-depleted state afterwards. Which, what do you know, were just the circumstances that had been provided.
Shirogami's talismans didn't protect her against the perfectly mundane, albeit magically generated, noise. None of her armament did. Anything that could have defended her against that blast of sound greater than the inner ear was meant to withstand would have prevented her from hearing me. Shirogami collapsed to her hands and knees, vomiting from the vertigo. Sonic weaponry may be less lethal than most conventional alternatives, but it's no picnic being on the receiving end.
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Nov 27 2014, 03:18 AM
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“Do you yield, or shall I make a second attack?” I asked. Shirogami made a rude hand gesture that I chose to interpret as surrender. “Now then,” I continued to the crowd at large, “I think you will be receptive to my explanation as to why your suspicions of me are misguided. If I felt myself in desperate need of money, I could simply contact Konoe Konoka, Yukihiro Ayaka, or Naba Chizuru. If I wanted to frighten you, I could call in a favor from Ku Fei, Tatsumiya Mana, or Evangeline A. K. McDowell. I take it from the murmuring I do not have to explain who those former classmates and old friends of mine are. Your skills do Mahora proud, but when I am truly motivated I am on an entirely different level. I have no need for petty scheming. This school is not my world, and my aim is far higher than increasing my power here.”
“That sounds...plausible,” said Rei. I hadn't even noticed he-, him join the throng. “My information says she showed no interest in some potentially valuable blackmail material.” Brave boy, considering everyone present would, accurately, assume the dirt was on him.
“Did talk like she had bigger fish to fry,” said Shirogami. “What? I want the bastard taken down whether it's you or not.”
Kitsu sniffed. “She certainly seems to care about test scores for someone so far above us.”
“I care about your test scores because I don't like you,” I said. “You tried to bribe me. That tends to get my full attention.
“If I were really trying to frighten prospective clients into wanting my services, why have the only people attacked been middle schoolers? Money from St. Ursula or the University spends the same. And speaking of money, doesn't it seem like there are more newspapers being bought in these troubled times? The newspaper club is limited to the middle school.”
Sunada shrank from the scrutiny that had just turned on her, her smirk well and truly vanished from her face. “I-I've still got the recording! A smoking gun!”
“I bet you've got a good vocal mimic in the club, too,” I said.
“You can't prove anything!”
“The perp's right,” said Torako, looking as satisfied as, well, a cat. As seen by a mouse in its last moments. “We can't prove anything, as the guilty always say. We'd better head out and leave her here. I'm sure everyone can think of something to do with her.”
I gave Torako a Look. We'd talk later about encouraging mob justice. “We can't let her leave yet. I still need to ask her about the photographs.”
“The photographs?” asked Sunada, with that wondering-where-the-trick-was expression I'd seen so much of recently.
“Oh yes. The photographs of the victims of the attacks. I was wondering when you'd taken them. The subjects had fresh blood on them, and I couldn't work out why. They were cleaned up when they were brought to the infirmary, and the only people who would have seen them bloodied before then were the people who found them. And the attacker, of course. Funny thing is, I don't recall either of them being found by anyone from the Newspaper Club.”
Sunada had turned an absolutely fascinating shade of grey during my musings. “I think I would like to talk to a teacher now.”
“I'll go ahead and call one up. And I'm sure they won't have to deal with a large collection of curfew violations, will they?” At those magic words the multitude dispersed, while I called someone up to let them know I'd finally made sense of the whole tangled mess. Once Sunada had been collected and officially designated Not My Problem, Kamiya sidled up to me with a mien that reminded me strongly of Nodoka at around her age.
“You said you know Tatsumiya Mana? The Tatsumiya Mana?” she asked.
“There's only one, to the best of my knowledge.”
“Do you...would she...” she said, her face looking like eggs would fry on it.
I took pity. “I'll see if I can put you in contact with her. In exchange, I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention to anyone that I'm about to go in the infirmary and collapse from exhaustion.” Kamiya's a quick kid, and had me to a bed before I gave an involuntary demonstration of what I meant.
Perhaps I'd overdone it in the duel. Just a little bit.
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Dec 28 2014, 03:19 AM
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I've started to feel a disquieting amount of satisfaction on waking up in a hospital bed with the twinges of recent healing or the headache of mana exhaustion. It's a Pavlovian reaction to the way such awakenings tend to correlate with a job well done. Surely there must be a way to accomplish my objectives without collapsing afterwards. Maybe I need to consider a quieter line of work.
“You ever think you need to consider a quieter line of work?” asked Torako as my eyes opened.
“I'm afraid I've been unable to find any terrorist organizations currently taking applications.”
“You joke, but I didn't have to spend all this time convalescing when I worked with Master Fate.”
“I didn't convalesce when you worked with Fate either. It was a different time. At least if the established pattern holds we can expect simple, easy tasks for the near future.” It looked like Torako wanted to respond to that, but I had words that needed saying, the sooner the better. “I'm aware of your rather loose acquaintanceship with the rule of law, but advocating mob justice, Torako?”
She gave me a good look at her gritted teeth as she spat out, “Better mob justice than no justice! It's great when rules and justice go together, but you know, I don't remember any of your team turning themselves in when you were wanted criminals back on my world. You know why that kid and her club were attacking people? Because the big, scary news story sold more papers. They were beating up civilians so more kids would plunk down their allowances! I don't care what makes scum like that pay!”
“Well I do! I was hired to care!” I said, wrenching myself upright. “There are times and places where your ears or my spells would have marked us abominations for the mob to expunge. What makes what you tried to do better than that?”
“Because I'm right- Yue!”
The sudden interjection must have been triggered by my equally sudden attack of vertigo being apparent to any cat-eared observers that might be present. Mana exhaustion can make a hangover seem relaxing, and provides less excuse to drink. Anger gone as swiftly as it had appeared, Torako gently laid me back down as I tried for a reassuring smile. Silence reigned for a moment as I waited for the ceiling to return to its customary stationary arrangement.
“So,” said Torako. “You were saying that you think we won't have any excitement for a while?”
“I assume from the fact that you brought it up that I am in error.”
“I went and looked through your mail, because someone has to, and I found something you'll want to see. That tends to happen when someone checks their mail, you know.” Torako tossed an opened envelop at me. I began perusing the contents, feeling the tempo of the pounding in my head increase as she continued. “But hey, you might have been right the first time. Maybe nobody will be fool enough to attack the wedding of Springfield and Helladias.”
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Aug 11 2015, 01:36 AM
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And a new arc begins. Haven't decided on a chapter title yet. - Quote:
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The Royal Wedding, as the Important Capital Letters suggested, was clearly going to be the sort of event that passed into legend by its first anniversary. Anybody who was anybody would be in attendance, and those who did not fit that tautology would be jealous of those who did. Negi's union with Theodora Basileia Helladis de Vesperisszimia – whose full name I had taken the trouble to memorize beforehand, just in case – was a weighty political statement as well as the wedding of two beloved celebrities. Bored students might be required to memorize this date one day, and here I was a close and longstanding friend of the groom.
Naturally, I was working security.
My disengagement from the festivities was Chisame's fault. By her authority as some manner of advisor to Negi, she'd entrusted me with keeping, quote, “the horribleness down a dull roar. I'm not asking for everything to go perfectly, because weddings are bad enough without magical world crap or that idiot getting involved, but I can at least trust you not to make things worse. You have no idea how rare that is,” unquote. I suspected that being required to interact with other people face to scowling face had left her less gruntled than usual.
Of course, I wasn't expected to do this alone, or with just Torako to help. Hellas had its own crack security team, as befit royalty. Chisame just had trouble with the concept of trusting someone she hadn't personally vetted to be able to do their jobs. For my part, I saw no reason to doubt that the tall, scar-faced Hellas man introduced to me as Lenaris, chief of security, was anything less than the stern professional he appeared.
“So you're the one from Negi's Girls,” he said by way of greeting. Well, I've been wrong before.
I favored him with a look that would make a polar bear shiver. “And you're one of Theo's Boys.”
His only retort was a grunt, whether because bickering was beneath him or witty repartee beyond him I couldn't say. “I've been informed you're here to supplement the security team. My team doesn't actually need any supplementing, but I hope I can at least trust you not to make things any worse.”
My look lost a few Kelvins. “As it happens, I was selected for ability in that very area.”
“...Great. Just stay out of the way of anyone in a grey coat like this and we'll be fine.” From his general demeanor I gathered this should be taken as a dismissal.
Well, this Lenaris fellow might consider me less than indispensable, but I dared say I had an eye for trouble that would have slipped right under his upraised nose.
“Hello Fuuka. Hello Fumika,” I said, clapping a hand on the shoulder of each half of the first trouble I'd sussed out. “With what exciting manner of chaos do you propose to enliven the proceedings today?”
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Aug 11 2015, 10:02 AM
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This should be good. Of course, Yue is certainly not upset over the whole thing where Negi is marrying someone else. Certainly not.
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"Hello! I'm Rurin, the Magical Mouse! My favorite food is cheese! My favorite pastimes are tormenting cats and facilitating romance! I have the power to bind the souls of guys who mistreat women to the depths of hell and subject them to everlasting karmic suffering! Isn't that cute? Pleased to meet you!" -- Rurin, the Magical Mouse, Magical Patissiere Kosaki-chan.
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Aug 11 2015, 05:48 PM
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She's had a while to get used the idea that it's not gonna happen. I'm sure she's completely and totally over it.
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Aug 19 2015, 12:54 AM
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“What are you talking about?” asked Fuuka, as innocent as a babe trying too hard to hide its guilt. “We weren't going to do anything like that, were we Fumika?”
“Our long years in schooling together provides me with quite the store of stories about your youth,” I noted idly. “Some of which might be considered rather embarrassing. I wonder if any of these very important people that I, unlike you, will probably never see again might concur with that assessment.”
Fuuka was in the middle of doubling down on their utter blamelessness when Fumika, the twin with a firm grasp of the concept of actions having consequences, sighed and fished out a stoppered bottle to drop in my waiting palm. “Trust us. These state weddings are very long and very, very boring. We'd have been doing everyone a favor.”
“And what exactly is this?” I asked, peering suspiciously at the bottle and running through the long list of liquids that could make an event less boring.
Fuuka huffed. “Love potion to spike the drinks with, okay? The fall-in-love-with-the-next-person-you-see kind. It would have been funny and you know it.”
Torako made a noise like she'd gone cat enough to cough up a hairball. “What is wrong with you people? These are illegal for a reason!”
“It's not the creepy kind!” said Fumika.
“We wouldn't use the creepy kind!” said Fuuka.
“It's that kind that also mellows you out so you won't do worse than hug kinda hard and recite bad poetry.”
“And is actually legal in some places because of that.”
“Including where we bought it.”
“So we haven't done anything wrong and want our stuff back.”
“As an alternative,” I said, “you can give me your backup as well and I'll leave you be without listing all the ways I can think that dosing random guests with it at a meeting of nations could go appallingly wrong.”
Fuuka rolled her eyes even as she acquiesced. “Look, we're the ones who've been up to our necks in geopolitics since before graduation, okay? Nobody is going to start a war no matter what happens here, nobody is going to get blamed for what a love potion has them do, and nobody would have fallen asleep halfway through the ceremony this time. All we had to do was not get caught.”
“I've heard that before,” murmured Fumika.
“Hush. Know this, Ayase Yue. I'm not even going to bother getting you back, because when the boredom comes and you know, heart and soul, that it's your fault for interfering with some harmless fun, that will be punishment enough. Are we done here?”
I smiled the smile of one who has brought a book for the dull bits and waved them off.
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Aug 19 2015, 08:40 AM
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“As an alternative,” I said, “you can give me your backup as well and I'll leave you be without listing all the ways I can think that dosing random guests with it at a meeting of nations could go appalling wrong.”
appallingly wrong.
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"Hello! I'm Rurin, the Magical Mouse! My favorite food is cheese! My favorite pastimes are tormenting cats and facilitating romance! I have the power to bind the souls of guys who mistreat women to the depths of hell and subject them to everlasting karmic suffering! Isn't that cute? Pleased to meet you!" -- Rurin, the Magical Mouse, Magical Patissiere Kosaki-chan.
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Aug 19 2015, 12:03 PM
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Gah. Thanks.
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Jul 13 2016, 07:38 PM
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At long last, it lives again.
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Having exhausted the “go bother my former classmates” method of chaos prevention – since Haruna was elsewhere lest she be arrested again and Misora had her own people to keep her leashed – I fell back on the old standby of “wander around aimlessly and keep an eye out.” It's a method I have quite a lot of practice with, which probably explains why it soon paid off.
It was an apparently unassuming tile on an inconspicuous bit of wall that tripped the instincts I'd honed over long years of sorting through chicanery. I poked it and was gratified to find my finger going right through it. The old illusionary surface trick. A classic.
When I dispelled the illusion I found myself looking at, well, a contraption was about as much as I could figure out. Judging from the hiss of indrawn breath from Torako, she knew what it was.
“I know what that is,” she said. See? “Adeat,” she added, throwing up a bubble of slow time around it. “It's a bomb, one that'll throw out a cloud of something awful when it goes off. Find the security asshole, he can probably get you a specialist to disarm it.”
The reaction to my going to do just that was somewhat less grave than I anticipated. “Found one, did you?” he said, in a tone indicating that perhaps I wasn't entirely useless after all. Relax, they're harmless. Come on, I'll show you.”
So we returned to where Torako was keeping the apparently harmless device contained. Lenaris waved her to the side and took out a knife. “See, when we started spotting these we had one of ours go over them with a spell to see what the payload was. Turned out to be nothing but aluminum.” He paused. I suspect that one of us was supposed to parrot back, “Aluminum?” but that seemed like a rather inane response and I still didn't like him very much so I just waved for him to continue. He snorted a bit and sliced out a section of the bomb, letting silvery dust spill out. “Looks like someone was trying to make a glitter shower. We get a lot of that sort of thing, people trying to liven up these long ceremonies.”
“Dosing the refreshments with love potion, and such,” I said.
“Exactly. Surprised we haven't had to swap out the drinks yet. Anyway, we've gone through and disabled all the bombs, but removing them before the ceremony might cause a stir. Despite whoever's best efforts, we're going to keep things nice and boring.”
“A perspective I'm unused to,” I said. “Traditionally I've worked with colleagues dedicated to the maximization of chaos and excitement. Colleagues who would often prepare a backup in case their first effort was thwarted. I'm going to investigate more thoroughly to identify any hidden surprises.” I stepped forward and began rummaging through the payload as I finished speaking.
Lenaris shrugged. “Suit yourself, but you aren't going to find anythi-”
“I've found something. There's some sort of spike with a scoop around it, and a spring behind it. All made of aluminum, I presume. It looks like when it gets triggered, it'll cut a hole in the bomb and then push the aluminum dust out. Not possibly with enough force to propel the dust an appreciable distance, though. So why?”
Lenaris harrumphed and touched a finger to his temple for a moment. “Damned if I know, but I can tell you that if my lot found a bunch of bags of aluminum dust just lying around somewhere for no clear reason, we'd get them out pronto and work out what they were for later. Don't see any reason to change that policy now, so I've sent a message out,” he said, already grabbing handfuls of the stuff and secreting them in inside pockets.
Maybe there was a mole in the greycoats. Maybe the sudden hustle from the security team showed the jig was up. Maybe it was simply unhappy chance. Whatever the reason, before the aluminum dust could be packed away the scoops went off, shoving the dust out into the open where a mighty wind picked it up and tossed it into the air to fill the hall. Now, this was a vast space, worthy of the momentous occasion scheduled to take place. Anyone with the control and power to pull off a wind spell to disseminate all that dust throughout it had me very concerned.
“Thtay calm, worthieth,” proclaimed a voice from near the entrance. Its source was dressed in something crisply militaristic and resembled Quasimodo after back surgery. The misshapen face that had evidently been assembled by a shaky-handed drunk didn't seem to inconvenience him much, judging from the palpable smugness of his demeanor. A globe of windborn dust swirled above his outstretched hand. “If thparkth fly with all thith dutht in the air, the reacthion could be, ah,” he twitched a finger and a tiny bolt of lightning lanced towards the globe of dust, which exploded on contact.
I swore I could smell the fear in the room as the gathered dignitaries processed the fact that we were standing in the world's largest and grandest bomb.
The stranger's smile grew even smugger as he finished, quite unnecessarily, “eckthplothive.''
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Jul 14 2016, 08:41 AM
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Yaaaaayy! <waves arms a la Kermit the Frog>
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“Thtay calm, worthieth,” proclaimed a voice from near the entrance. Its source was dressed in something crisply militaristic and resembled Quasmodo after back surgery.
Quasimodo after back surgery.
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"Hello! I'm Rurin, the Magical Mouse! My favorite food is cheese! My favorite pastimes are tormenting cats and facilitating romance! I have the power to bind the souls of guys who mistreat women to the depths of hell and subject them to everlasting karmic suffering! Isn't that cute? Pleased to meet you!" -- Rurin, the Magical Mouse, Magical Patissiere Kosaki-chan.
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Jul 14 2016, 12:28 PM
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Ah, thank you very much.
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