magical girl crossover time

[ripened]

[ Of all the things Setsuna had thought returning to Clover Town was going to give her, a chance to dance with the rest of Clover at an indie dance festival in Tokyo hadn't been on the list. But Miyuki had gotten them a spot after another group had to drop out, and Setsuna - and the rest of Clover - weren't about to turn such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Being an indie dance festival meant word of mouth advertising needed to be done, and word of mouth advertising in Tokyo meant fliers. The fliers had been divided between everyone participating, which puts Setsuna in Azabu-juban, smiling at passerby and holding out the colorful flier. ] Please come see the Annual Tokyo Dance Fest!

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[upturning]

[Her arm's been worse. She's seen worse damage. It would be insulting, if she already wasn't suspicious of these girls too much to indulge them. Uranus's brow clouds over. She glances briefly at the other three outsiders, but her attention is all on Passion when she speaks.]

Leave this place. If you come back, you will die.

[She jumps heavenward, and then she's gone.]

[*EYECATCH*

A short while later, Haruka srifts seamlessly into the disoriented crowd, dancers and attendees alike ambling around in slowly dissolving panic, looking instead for their separated loved ones and trying to piece back together the events of a disruption they can now longer fully remember. Not favoring her arm is the struggle; she holds a hand to her forehead instead, as though dizzy.

Those girls from Clover Town...She meant to make a beeline for her bike, but it doesn't stop her from trying to spot them.]

[ripened]

[ Her eyes follow the movement. ]

Thank you.

[ And then she's busy, helping right the worst of the heavy damages and getting hit by Peach's arms around her, followed shortly by twenty questions from Peach's mouth. With the very worst handled and the acid damage pointed out to Miyuki and the Festival director, all four of them fade out of sight.

Setsuna leaves inside to her friends, directing people in the lobby to try and keep the traffic moving. She looks up and fancies she feels the wind messing with her hair. (It's probably the A/C.) Still, she continues to look up, and spots the woman from before all of this. She falters, watching her move between people with grace. ]

[upturning]

[They make eye contact - and somehow it's different from when Uranus and Passion locked eyes in the theater. Haruka pauses, stops moving against the wave, and doubles back toward Setsuna. She presses her palm to her forehead, looking disarmed, then drops her hand.]

Ah. Clover, right? I didn't see you... [She pauses, haltingly.] Something terrible happened, right? You weren't hurt, were you?

[It might very well have been one of them who ended up targeted...but they were saved, this time, by nature of not being handsome boys. What a horrible time to visit...but then, there's darkness all over town.]

[ripened]

That's me. [ She shakes her head, face schooled into a carefully, precisely disturbed expression. She holds her wrist in her off-hand, squeezing. ] I got out okay... It was really confusing, I've never seen anything like that. You're all right?

[ Staring curiously. Her powers keep any permanent damage from lingering, but her collision with a seat still distantly aches, despite the fact there won't be any bruises if she looks. ]

[upturning]

I'm fine; don't worry. [She gives her best reassuring smile; it should do the trick, even if it's not quite warm enough.] You hear about strange things happening in town...never though I'd see it myself. You and your friends should be careful.

[What made her come over here? She's often content to leave unnoticed, a shadow on the rooftops. The throw must have shaken her. She's itching to open up a communication link. If there are more pieces on the board than they'd originally believed, the hunt for their target will only become more fervent.]

I would have liked to see you perform. Maybe next time?