OOC: Please note that whenever you start a new post, please quote the location and time as shown in this first post. Oh, and don't worry if you don't get what happens in this first post. It's supposed to be a mystery, and all will be made clear as you decipher the clues along the way.
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Day 1: Lost Sheep
The alleyway behind Zaraki's, the lower slums of TFFA City, Central Urban District, 18th of December, 02.22 AM
There was never much snow down in the lower slums. Most of it are usually lucky enough to not fall all the way down to the bottom of the Urban District. Snow that does usually don't last long and will degrade into a dirty slush within seconds.
The Bartender hummed the Grand Phantasm theme under his breath as he came out the back door of the bar, a crate of bottles in his huge beefy arms. A cat hissed up at him from the steps of the backdoor, angered at having been wokened up from its comfortable catnap. "Go on! Git!" The bartender yelled after the cat. "Doggone bit of furball..." He spat as he continued on down the steps.
He suddenly paused.
The alleyway was silent. It usually was, save the usual dripping of drainpipes and the melting snow from above. There was the occasional roar from the grates in the ground when subway trains pass by. But now it was....strangely silent....ominously so...
The Bartender's more primitive instincts kicked in as he felt a stare pierce the back of his head. He slowly reached into his crate and pulled out a nice, solid bottle, before he spun around, the bottle raised up high in a flash-like-move. Down here in the slums, you must learn, usually the hard way, to trust your gut instincts. Stupidity and ignorance will last you 1...maybe 2 minutes if you're lucky and they find you amusing enough to let live for a free show until they get bored.
The Bartender turned his face to one side, eyeing the strange object with one eye as he set down the crate of bottles on the ground and crept closer for a better look. It was round, with huge eyes...hence the stare. Nothing stared better than a Kirby Doll.
"No..." The Bartender shook his head slowly as he realized what it was. "No..." He said again, as he started to walk backwards, before he stumbled over the crate of bottles, upending it and causing the bottles to crash onto the ground, sending glass shards everywhere. "It can't be....you're....you're already..."
"Dead, Bartender?" A voice asked from behind him.
He gasped as he spun around quickly. "No....it can't be you..." He said, his eyes widening in shock as his gaze fell upon the dark figure that stood atop the fence at the end of the alleyway, silhouetted against a street lamp behind it.
A red glow flashed where the figure's eyes would be as it watched its prey stagger backwards in horror. "Nobody....defies me..." It said,
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9 years ago, Christmas Eve: Mayhem at TFF...
An evil plan to rid the infinitum of everything perverse and dirty had been attempted by an insider within the TFF by taking advantage of the ONE FANFIC, written by HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED. A series of rather pointless battles between TFFers and outsiders and between the TFFers themselves followed by a pedo-zombie-virus outbreak pretty much destroyed TFFA that night. Thankfully, the actions...and perhaps some inactions of a number of people, namely Zeni, Eterna, ArchMagister Magus, Mick, David, Lethum, Unknown, and Legacy prevented the loss of the treasures of the infinitum and brought peace, order, and injustice back to TFF once more.
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"Boss!" Two men ran out into the alleyway, having heard the gunshots.
"What have you done to the boss?!" One shouted, noticing the limp form of the Bartender under one arm of the figure standing atop the fence.
The dark figure raised levelled the tri-barrelled gun it was holding in its other hand at the first man and grinned as it squeezed the trigger. "Strike true...Cerberus..."
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7 years ago, beginning of the school year: TFF Academy...
A new school year begins and all seems to be well....at least by TFF Academy standards. But everything starts to go wrong when it was found that the very fabrics of space/time of the infinitum (internet) had become unstable thanks to the wish one Mereo Flere had made using the Holy Grail during the previous Holy Grail Wars. The Holy Grail Wars came to TFFA once more, attracting a whole host of invaders including Organization XIII and the darkness of the infinitum. But through a rather lucky and accidentaly intervention from the necronomnicon and a number of rather unlucky TFFers, TFFA was....err....sort of saved?
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"Hey, you guys, what happened?!" A large group of men (plus one loli and She-hulk) ran into the alleyway before stopping by the two men who were lying in puddles that were now slowly staining red as they clutched their injuries. The injuries weren't fatal, but serious enough to stop them from giving chase.
"The vampy-bitch, Zeni....she's back..." One of the men said, breathing hard as he heaved himself up into a sitting position. "And she took the boss and gave us a puncture each..."
"But she died 2 years ago." Yachiru said from her usual perch on Kenpachi's shoulder.
"It was her all right." The other man said, wincing as he tested his injured leg. "Oww...won't be using that one for a bit."
"People saw her die." One of the gathered men said. "Besides, what business does she have with the boss?"
"Hah! And this is why there's no room for females at TFF." Another man spat.
"What was that?" Yachiru and the She-Hulk asked, raising an eyebrow.
"....nothing..." The man said, in a much quieter voice.
"Hey, I heard people say that the bitch didn't die....that she's back and living under a new identity." Another man said.
"Her address...?" One of the men growled, punching a palm.
"Futakoihana Shrine."
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2 years ago, Halloween, TFF Rising: Halloween Havoc....
The Yaoist invaders, led by the Grand Master Fangirl, waged an unholy crusade upon TFF. Outnumbered and outgunned, the TFFA's resistance groups fought to survive before finally gathering together behind the TFFers in one final stand to preserve everything TFF stood for - Injustice, Crack fics, and Heterosexuality....well, ok, it was either that, or get yaoified.
Channeling the power of Crack Fics into herself, the Grand Master faced off against the TFFers who finally gathered to challenge her at her bastion, the Grand Spire, that had consumed and merged with TFF HQ. But the TFFers proved the more powerful and determined as they defeated the Grand Master and thwarted her plans....or did they? The darkness of yaoi, the incarnation of the evil of yaoi itself that had been possessing the Grand Master Fangirl, left her to die and found a new host, a host part of whose soul it had devoured earlier, Zeni.
Dark!Zeni proved far more powerful and cruel than the Grand Master. With the unlimited potential of her own crack fic powers unleashed, she caused the yaoist realm to come crashing down upon TFF in a phenomenon she calls the Grand Fall. All hope seemed lost as everything the TFFers threw at her rebounded....until in one last ditch effort, Eterna, Zeni's twin sister, kills her using an ancient pact, killing herself in the process.
And yet the yaoi darkness still managed to unleash itself and take on a new form, one pure and unrestrained by the constraints of flesh and sanity. It ripped apart space/time and attempted to absorb everything in the infinitum (internet).
The TFFers mounted one last desperate stand as they fought a would-be hopeless fight against the demon of demons. This is Halloween at TFF....when things go bump in the night, the TFFers bump BACK!
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A dorm down the street from Futakoihana Shrine Hill, TFFA City outskirts, 18th December, 07.07 AM....
"Mine's bigger!"
"No! Mine's much bigger!"
"Look! Mine's at least 7 inches taller than yours!"
"What?! Are you blind?!"
Epsilon opened a pair of bleary eyes as the noise roughly woke him out of his deep slumber. He groaned as he saw the alarm clock by his bed. "Not at this time of the morning...."
He slowly got up and wearily went to the window. He was a DITE agent...why on earth did he need any sleep anyway?
Behind him, his futon closet door slowly slid open of its own accord to reveal a sleepy-looking eye. "Onii-san..." A small voice came from inside the futon cabinet.
"I'm sure it's nothing, Len-chan, Barusuishou-chan." Epsilon sighed as he pulled his curtains apart to reveal the snow capped hill and the little shrine sitting on top hugged by the now barren trees.
....but something else caught his eye. Two giant snow Kirby dolls towered above the shrine's courtyard, standing proud at at least 10 meters each. But the most eye-catching bit was the two small figures standing atop the snow Kirbys.
"I didn't know you even had a sense of height, sis!"
"I knew your brain had stopped functioning millenias ago, but I didn't know your eyes did as well!"
"Was that an insult?! You dare?!"
"Bring it on!"
Epsilon sighed as he watched the two figures start picking up snow from their own Kirby dolls and start hurling it at each other at a vigorous pace. "Heh....who are they kidding?" He said quietly to himself.
"Hey, Epsilon! You'd better hurry down quick before we miss the show!" Legacy shouted from the street outside the dorm.
"10 dollars on Ei-chan!" Locke shouted, pointing at one of the figures atop one of the snow Kirbys.
"15 on Zen." Nikolaus chuckled.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a m-m-minute!" Epsilon shouted back, failing a little at stifling a yawn. Seriously, they've even become accustomed to it to the point where they can casually bet on it.
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Futakoihana Shrine, TFFA City outskirts, 18th December, 07.10 AM....
"DIE DIE DIE DIE!" Zen shouted, hurling snowballs at demonic speed while neatly dodging any that came her way.
"What're you aiming at, Sis?!" Ei-chan laughed, her arms spinning windmill-like as she scooped and tossed snowballs in one neat sweeping motion.
"To kill you!" Zen shouted back.
On the ground below, a few sets of eyes watched with amused fascination as Zen and Ei-chan brought snowball-fighting to a whole new level of mass-destruction. The war-orphans who lived at the shrine orphanage were assured boredom-free lives...what, with caretakes like Zen and Ei-chan, it was rather difficult to get bored.
"What happened this time?" Legacy asked one of the children who were gathered at the base of the snow Kirbys.
"Zen-neetan and Ei-neetan wants to bakes the cakes today...but theys are fightings over who shoulds do its." A little girl in a hakama and gi said, holding her teddy tightly.
"Then they decided to fight it out with a snowman contest!" A boy in a similar hakama and gi added. "But now they can't decide whose snowman is taller, so they've decided to fight it out with a snowball contest."
"....ah..." Locke nodded sagely.
"Come, children, follow Epsilon-niisan." Epsilon said, pushing the children along towards the shrine as the two gigantic snowmen started to shake slightly.
"....I think we should move as well..." Nikolaus observed.
"....too late..." Legacy sighed. "AVALANCHE!"
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"We're here." One of the slummers, a rough-looking man name of Mark, said. "Come on, you slowpokes, put your back into it!" He shouted down at the other slummers who were lugging their beer bellies up the flight of stairs up the hill to the shrine. "Even my dead mother could climb faster than....than..." He looked around as a shadow fell over him. "Uhhh..AVALANCHE!"
The panting slummers on the stairs all stepped aside as they watched Mark get swept down the stairs in a wave of snow.
They looked at one another and grinned, agreeing that divine punishment had been dealt.
"Huff....that wasn't good..." Zen sighed as she walked up to the top of the stairs to survey the damage. "Oh....worshippers? This early?"
"That's her!" The frontmost slummer, name of Eddie, shouted.
"Hmm? Is there something I can help you with?" Zen asked, stepping back as the slummers reached the top of the flight of stairs.
"Hand back the bartender, Vampy-bitch." Another slummer, name of Stan, shouted.
"What? Vampy-what? How dare you!" Zen gasped, taken aback. "What in Kami's name are you talking about? We're in a shrine, a holy place, for Kami's sake."
"Shut up, we know you're Zeni!" Another slummer named Zack shouted. "And rumours have it you went mad two years ago on Halloween and nearly destroyed all of TFFA! Now you're up to no good again, but we'll put a stop to that!"
"We know vampires are weakest in daylight." Eddie smirked, whipping out a pocket knife. "Have at her, boys!"
OOC: Anyone want to suggest a cheerful battle theme for this fight? :lol:
"I don't know about 'weakest in daylight'" Zen smiled confidently as Eddie charged at her. "But I do know where you boys are weakest." She said, slipping downwards out of the way of the blade's slash while raising one leg upwards towards Eddie's....
"Ouch..." The children all winced collectively as they watched from the safety of the shrine. Epsilon had taken care to shield Len and Barusuishou's eyes.
"Go! Go Zen-neechan!" The children cheered. They didn't really understand what was going on, but it was obvious that the good guys just scored one.
"Zen, uuuh...." Locke skidded to a stop by the stairs just as Zen followed through with the kick as she spun backwards, sending Eddie flying up into the Torii (shrine gate) above the stairs. "...looks like the snow removal can wait for later..." He said, watching as more of the slummers ran up the stairs towards them.
Zen landed back on her feet just in time as Zack aimed a spin-kick straight at her. She caught his leg in one hand....and kept it there.
"Whoah....whoah...WHOAAAH! LET ME GO!" Zack screamed, his arms spinning around wildly as he fought to regain his balance. "NO! PLEASE! STOP THAT!" He pleaded, noticing that the stairs were right behind him as Zen lifted his outstretched leg further upwards.
"...ok, I'll let go." Zen said sweetly, letting go, causing Zack to lose balance and tumble down the stairs, straight into Mark who had just managed to reclimb half the stairs.
"YAY!" The children exploded with cheers as Zeni did a Neo impression as she flicked her palm as she taunted her opponents. "Anymore?"
OOC: Go on, join in
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Day 1: Lost Sheep
The alleyway behind Zaraki's, the lower slums of TFFA City, Central Urban District, 18th of December, 02.22 AM
There was never much snow down in the lower slums. Most of it are usually lucky enough to not fall all the way down to the bottom of the Urban District. Snow that does usually don't last long and will degrade into a dirty slush within seconds.
The Bartender hummed the Grand Phantasm theme under his breath as he came out the back door of the bar, a crate of bottles in his huge beefy arms. A cat hissed up at him from the steps of the backdoor, angered at having been wokened up from its comfortable catnap. "Go on! Git!" The bartender yelled after the cat. "Doggone bit of furball..." He spat as he continued on down the steps.
He suddenly paused.
The alleyway was silent. It usually was, save the usual dripping of drainpipes and the melting snow from above. There was the occasional roar from the grates in the ground when subway trains pass by. But now it was....strangely silent....ominously so...
The Bartender's more primitive instincts kicked in as he felt a stare pierce the back of his head. He slowly reached into his crate and pulled out a nice, solid bottle, before he spun around, the bottle raised up high in a flash-like-move. Down here in the slums, you must learn, usually the hard way, to trust your gut instincts. Stupidity and ignorance will last you 1...maybe 2 minutes if you're lucky and they find you amusing enough to let live for a free show until they get bored.
The Bartender turned his face to one side, eyeing the strange object with one eye as he set down the crate of bottles on the ground and crept closer for a better look. It was round, with huge eyes...hence the stare. Nothing stared better than a Kirby Doll.
"No..." The Bartender shook his head slowly as he realized what it was. "No..." He said again, as he started to walk backwards, before he stumbled over the crate of bottles, upending it and causing the bottles to crash onto the ground, sending glass shards everywhere. "It can't be....you're....you're already..."
"Dead, Bartender?" A voice asked from behind him.
He gasped as he spun around quickly. "No....it can't be you..." He said, his eyes widening in shock as his gaze fell upon the dark figure that stood atop the fence at the end of the alleyway, silhouetted against a street lamp behind it.
A red glow flashed where the figure's eyes would be as it watched its prey stagger backwards in horror. "Nobody....defies me..." It said,
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9 years ago, Christmas Eve: Mayhem at TFF...
An evil plan to rid the infinitum of everything perverse and dirty had been attempted by an insider within the TFF by taking advantage of the ONE FANFIC, written by HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED. A series of rather pointless battles between TFFers and outsiders and between the TFFers themselves followed by a pedo-zombie-virus outbreak pretty much destroyed TFFA that night. Thankfully, the actions...and perhaps some inactions of a number of people, namely Zeni, Eterna, ArchMagister Magus, Mick, David, Lethum, Unknown, and Legacy prevented the loss of the treasures of the infinitum and brought peace, order, and injustice back to TFF once more.
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"Boss!" Two men ran out into the alleyway, having heard the gunshots.
"What have you done to the boss?!" One shouted, noticing the limp form of the Bartender under one arm of the figure standing atop the fence.
The dark figure raised levelled the tri-barrelled gun it was holding in its other hand at the first man and grinned as it squeezed the trigger. "Strike true...Cerberus..."
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7 years ago, beginning of the school year: TFF Academy...
A new school year begins and all seems to be well....at least by TFF Academy standards. But everything starts to go wrong when it was found that the very fabrics of space/time of the infinitum (internet) had become unstable thanks to the wish one Mereo Flere had made using the Holy Grail during the previous Holy Grail Wars. The Holy Grail Wars came to TFFA once more, attracting a whole host of invaders including Organization XIII and the darkness of the infinitum. But through a rather lucky and accidentaly intervention from the necronomnicon and a number of rather unlucky TFFers, TFFA was....err....sort of saved?
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"Hey, you guys, what happened?!" A large group of men (plus one loli and She-hulk) ran into the alleyway before stopping by the two men who were lying in puddles that were now slowly staining red as they clutched their injuries. The injuries weren't fatal, but serious enough to stop them from giving chase.
"The vampy-bitch, Zeni....she's back..." One of the men said, breathing hard as he heaved himself up into a sitting position. "And she took the boss and gave us a puncture each..."
"But she died 2 years ago." Yachiru said from her usual perch on Kenpachi's shoulder.
"It was her all right." The other man said, wincing as he tested his injured leg. "Oww...won't be using that one for a bit."
"People saw her die." One of the gathered men said. "Besides, what business does she have with the boss?"
"Hah! And this is why there's no room for females at TFF." Another man spat.
"What was that?" Yachiru and the She-Hulk asked, raising an eyebrow.
"....nothing..." The man said, in a much quieter voice.
"Hey, I heard people say that the bitch didn't die....that she's back and living under a new identity." Another man said.
"Her address...?" One of the men growled, punching a palm.
"Futakoihana Shrine."
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2 years ago, Halloween, TFF Rising: Halloween Havoc....
The Yaoist invaders, led by the Grand Master Fangirl, waged an unholy crusade upon TFF. Outnumbered and outgunned, the TFFA's resistance groups fought to survive before finally gathering together behind the TFFers in one final stand to preserve everything TFF stood for - Injustice, Crack fics, and Heterosexuality....well, ok, it was either that, or get yaoified.
Channeling the power of Crack Fics into herself, the Grand Master faced off against the TFFers who finally gathered to challenge her at her bastion, the Grand Spire, that had consumed and merged with TFF HQ. But the TFFers proved the more powerful and determined as they defeated the Grand Master and thwarted her plans....or did they? The darkness of yaoi, the incarnation of the evil of yaoi itself that had been possessing the Grand Master Fangirl, left her to die and found a new host, a host part of whose soul it had devoured earlier, Zeni.
Dark!Zeni proved far more powerful and cruel than the Grand Master. With the unlimited potential of her own crack fic powers unleashed, she caused the yaoist realm to come crashing down upon TFF in a phenomenon she calls the Grand Fall. All hope seemed lost as everything the TFFers threw at her rebounded....until in one last ditch effort, Eterna, Zeni's twin sister, kills her using an ancient pact, killing herself in the process.
And yet the yaoi darkness still managed to unleash itself and take on a new form, one pure and unrestrained by the constraints of flesh and sanity. It ripped apart space/time and attempted to absorb everything in the infinitum (internet).
The TFFers mounted one last desperate stand as they fought a would-be hopeless fight against the demon of demons. This is Halloween at TFF....when things go bump in the night, the TFFers bump BACK!
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A dorm down the street from Futakoihana Shrine Hill, TFFA City outskirts, 18th December, 07.07 AM....
"Mine's bigger!"
"No! Mine's much bigger!"
"Look! Mine's at least 7 inches taller than yours!"
"What?! Are you blind?!"
Epsilon opened a pair of bleary eyes as the noise roughly woke him out of his deep slumber. He groaned as he saw the alarm clock by his bed. "Not at this time of the morning...."
He slowly got up and wearily went to the window. He was a DITE agent...why on earth did he need any sleep anyway?
Behind him, his futon closet door slowly slid open of its own accord to reveal a sleepy-looking eye. "Onii-san..." A small voice came from inside the futon cabinet.
"I'm sure it's nothing, Len-chan, Barusuishou-chan." Epsilon sighed as he pulled his curtains apart to reveal the snow capped hill and the little shrine sitting on top hugged by the now barren trees.
....but something else caught his eye. Two giant snow Kirby dolls towered above the shrine's courtyard, standing proud at at least 10 meters each. But the most eye-catching bit was the two small figures standing atop the snow Kirbys.
"I didn't know you even had a sense of height, sis!"
"I knew your brain had stopped functioning millenias ago, but I didn't know your eyes did as well!"
"Was that an insult?! You dare?!"
"Bring it on!"
Epsilon sighed as he watched the two figures start picking up snow from their own Kirby dolls and start hurling it at each other at a vigorous pace. "Heh....who are they kidding?" He said quietly to himself.
"Hey, Epsilon! You'd better hurry down quick before we miss the show!" Legacy shouted from the street outside the dorm.
"10 dollars on Ei-chan!" Locke shouted, pointing at one of the figures atop one of the snow Kirbys.
"15 on Zen." Nikolaus chuckled.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a m-m-minute!" Epsilon shouted back, failing a little at stifling a yawn. Seriously, they've even become accustomed to it to the point where they can casually bet on it.
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Futakoihana Shrine, TFFA City outskirts, 18th December, 07.10 AM....
"DIE DIE DIE DIE!" Zen shouted, hurling snowballs at demonic speed while neatly dodging any that came her way.
"What're you aiming at, Sis?!" Ei-chan laughed, her arms spinning windmill-like as she scooped and tossed snowballs in one neat sweeping motion.
"To kill you!" Zen shouted back.
On the ground below, a few sets of eyes watched with amused fascination as Zen and Ei-chan brought snowball-fighting to a whole new level of mass-destruction. The war-orphans who lived at the shrine orphanage were assured boredom-free lives...what, with caretakes like Zen and Ei-chan, it was rather difficult to get bored.
"What happened this time?" Legacy asked one of the children who were gathered at the base of the snow Kirbys.
"Zen-neetan and Ei-neetan wants to bakes the cakes today...but theys are fightings over who shoulds do its." A little girl in a hakama and gi said, holding her teddy tightly.
"Then they decided to fight it out with a snowman contest!" A boy in a similar hakama and gi added. "But now they can't decide whose snowman is taller, so they've decided to fight it out with a snowball contest."
"....ah..." Locke nodded sagely.
"Come, children, follow Epsilon-niisan." Epsilon said, pushing the children along towards the shrine as the two gigantic snowmen started to shake slightly.
"....I think we should move as well..." Nikolaus observed.
"....too late..." Legacy sighed. "AVALANCHE!"
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"We're here." One of the slummers, a rough-looking man name of Mark, said. "Come on, you slowpokes, put your back into it!" He shouted down at the other slummers who were lugging their beer bellies up the flight of stairs up the hill to the shrine. "Even my dead mother could climb faster than....than..." He looked around as a shadow fell over him. "Uhhh..AVALANCHE!"
The panting slummers on the stairs all stepped aside as they watched Mark get swept down the stairs in a wave of snow.
They looked at one another and grinned, agreeing that divine punishment had been dealt.
"Huff....that wasn't good..." Zen sighed as she walked up to the top of the stairs to survey the damage. "Oh....worshippers? This early?"
"That's her!" The frontmost slummer, name of Eddie, shouted.
"Hmm? Is there something I can help you with?" Zen asked, stepping back as the slummers reached the top of the flight of stairs.
"Hand back the bartender, Vampy-bitch." Another slummer, name of Stan, shouted.
"What? Vampy-what? How dare you!" Zen gasped, taken aback. "What in Kami's name are you talking about? We're in a shrine, a holy place, for Kami's sake."
"Shut up, we know you're Zeni!" Another slummer named Zack shouted. "And rumours have it you went mad two years ago on Halloween and nearly destroyed all of TFFA! Now you're up to no good again, but we'll put a stop to that!"
"We know vampires are weakest in daylight." Eddie smirked, whipping out a pocket knife. "Have at her, boys!"
OOC: Anyone want to suggest a cheerful battle theme for this fight? :lol:
"I don't know about 'weakest in daylight'" Zen smiled confidently as Eddie charged at her. "But I do know where you boys are weakest." She said, slipping downwards out of the way of the blade's slash while raising one leg upwards towards Eddie's....
"Ouch..." The children all winced collectively as they watched from the safety of the shrine. Epsilon had taken care to shield Len and Barusuishou's eyes.
"Go! Go Zen-neechan!" The children cheered. They didn't really understand what was going on, but it was obvious that the good guys just scored one.
"Zen, uuuh...." Locke skidded to a stop by the stairs just as Zen followed through with the kick as she spun backwards, sending Eddie flying up into the Torii (shrine gate) above the stairs. "...looks like the snow removal can wait for later..." He said, watching as more of the slummers ran up the stairs towards them.
Zen landed back on her feet just in time as Zack aimed a spin-kick straight at her. She caught his leg in one hand....and kept it there.
"Whoah....whoah...WHOAAAH! LET ME GO!" Zack screamed, his arms spinning around wildly as he fought to regain his balance. "NO! PLEASE! STOP THAT!" He pleaded, noticing that the stairs were right behind him as Zen lifted his outstretched leg further upwards.
"...ok, I'll let go." Zen said sweetly, letting go, causing Zack to lose balance and tumble down the stairs, straight into Mark who had just managed to reclimb half the stairs.
"YAY!" The children exploded with cheers as Zeni did a Neo impression as she flicked her palm as she taunted her opponents. "Anymore?"
OOC: Go on, join in