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]

Dance Festival, huh? [Extremely handsome, extremely elegant, extremely accompanied by a fair and petal-laden breeze, Haruka waits until she's a mere two or three feet away to comment on the flier.

Large, public events are now inseparable from their consequences: A gathering of energy; bright minds coming together with others and growing brighter. These days, they're suspicious places. Dangerous ones.

She might as well have already committed to attending, but there's no harm in teasing a little information out of this innocent girl. Haruka's thoughts are stormy, but her expression stays aloofly curious.] Sounds exciting! I wonder who's performing.

coda; for michiru

[upturning]

[It's practically dark by the time Haruka pulls up on her bike. Her mood is stormy; that's obvious as soon as her helmet's off - and glaring as soon as she removes her jacket and shoes, rolls up her sleeves.]

We have a problem, [She says, her lack of greeting another indicator of the tumultuous winds.] A new interference may have revealed themselves to us today.

[She can't stay like this for long around her, but the dust needs time to settle. Given five minutes, she'll be standing over Michiru on the chaise lounge, admiring her patience.]