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!

Comments

your harp is dumb but i still haven't figured out i can stab things with my heart sword, so

[upturning]

[There's about to be far less theater floor. If the Daimon goes free much longer, there'll be no more Sakazaki to return a Heart Crystal to.

Uranus's gaze flicks down to the floor in front of her as acid roils like magma mere meters from her boots. It has to be now. Her fist overflows with power.]

WORLD SHAKING! [Sending out more than one attack in one battle is taxing; it drains her in body and spirit. But she's unerringly dedicated to fighting until she goes down, and that determination gives her strength to do it again. Her fingers are inches from the acid-ade flow when they come down to the ground.

The attack rips through the acid and the floor, and she makes a sprint for the stage.]

'what's a sword for? magic attacks, right?' - haruka, probably

[ripened]

[ Passion's purifying pink light surrounds the energy Uranus sends toward U-Torade, and she leaps backwards to hold higher ground, twisting her wrist to take her spell to its end. Even combined with Uranus' attack, it doesn't seem to quite finish the creature. Probably because she's not a pink by herself - or her powers are a mismatch to this creature's origins. If it doesn't feed on bad feelings, then alone she won't be enough.

Thankfully for her, Uranus', and Sakazaki, she feels rather than hears her teammates return, darkening the doorway of the theater. ]

Peach, Berry, Pine! We have to finish it!

[ Peach summons the Clover Box, and in a display of light and combination of their four powers, the creature finally, finally is destroyed. The Heart Crystal she had stolen from Sakazaki hovers in midair, and Passion moves to cross the fading remains of the acid to take it in her hands. ]

'buy our toys' - toei, absolutely

[upturning]

[Uranus kneels for a moment by the unconscious boy's side. At the soft click of Passion's approaching heels, she rises.]

Here. Will you feel better if you return it to him yourself? [They've just worked together to defeat the Daimon, but there's something challenging in her voice. It stops short of mockery; she seems content to see the heart returned. Better that such a talented dancer can live in peace now.

The other girls lived, so she assumes the witch escaped. They're no closer to finding the answers they need, and that, more than anything, lights an angry fuse in her chest.]

the only real truth of toei properties

[ripened]

I... [ The crystal shines between her palms.

She looks at Sakazaki's face for a moment, then looks up at Uranus. Whatever challenge, whatever question she's really asking, Passion answers it with a stiffening of her spine, squaring her shoulders. ]

It's not about me. [ But she kneels to gently press the crystal into Sakazaki's chest. She returns her gaze to Uranus, expression serious. ] I assume he'll be fine... what about you?

[ At least, if there were something more to this, she has a feeling Uranus would have said. And whatever attitude it is that keeps her at arms' length, there's a shade of warm contentment. She rises to her feet, stepping back to let Berry kneel and check on him. (Fanclub privileges.) ]

[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?