danse_etoile | [Closed Journal & Event Post]

::... You encounter three masked men with 'TactiCool' Gear. i.e. people who bought surplus JSDF equipment but don't know how to use it all properly.

One has duct taped his rifle to his head.

Another has a tutu around his waist.

The third has three 'Top Gun' logo hats and pink-green flippers on their feet.::

*oh, no, this is much worse than Asuka led him to believe.

once he feels he's close enough, he gently taps a foot against the floor. how about a little ice to make sure they can't get too close to him after this? And then again, harder, to make sound to catch their attention, even as he stays under cover.*

::They swivel around and you hear a "!". One of them fires a pistol, incompetently.::

*the bullet goes off into the distance and hopefully doesn't actually hit anything.

Tap, Tap, Tap. They may hear the cracking of something freezing, as the area seems to grow cold.*

::They're surprised, but turn their heads, noting it must be the act of a Spirit, and then there's a bunch of words inappropriate for your niece to hear. And cock their guns, and slowly move, enough to not notice the slipperiness.::

*well, I can see I'm not going to feel bad about whatever I do to them after this.

... hmm. It's getting cold enough to see one's breath despite the warmer weather, recently. Crick, crack, tap, tap. He touches a finger to the wall to let some ice run up it to the rafters, causing ice to form from there with cracking sounds above.*

::They turn around and swing their heads... and... they slip REAL bad, as a gun shot from Mr. Rifle-Head goes off and Asuka sneaks past.

They're now struggling to get up and firing bullets.::

*staying under cover, obviously not keen on making himself into a target just yet, but as long as he can keep the focus anywhere that Asuka isn't, it's mission accomplished, in this case.

And if he can do this without anyone being directly hurt, then even better. The ice spreads to the other side of the wall, crack, crack, as large ice formations appear as though growing from the surface itself.*

::As it's moving into the warehouse proper?::

*either inside, or jutting out, outside. Whatever leads them further away from the kidnapped student, after all.*

::They've been outside, so there's probably a guy inside...

But they're increasing the rude words and trying to shoot at the growing ice formations.::

*well, all they manage to do is shoot at ice, which does... nothing but chip away at it a bit.

Tap, tap. Hey, that looks like a figure of a person, you guys, out of the corner of your eyes. You should retaliate accordingly. ignore that it isn't moving.*

::Mr. Riflehead fires. And then yells about the heat and kickback. These guys are not very smart.

You do hear Duel Disks whirring on inside. And possibly a Freudian Excuse rant from a male voice. Oh geez.::

*oh no, did Asuka get noticed? well, as long as he manages to keep distracting these guys, it's worth it.

obviously, these guys end up missing the ice statue he made, since they can't aim if they try.*

::If they do hit it, it's by the most comedic of knacks and chips.

That's definitely a Fusion chant she's saying, it sounds nice. Her Duel Disk is playing the most baroque theme possible.::

Edited 2024-05-15 18:51 (UTC)

*what a shame indeed. He has confidence she can handle herself on her end, but he has to make sure the attention is kept out here by these bozos.

Anyway, they manage to hit the ice sculpture, barely, causing ice to shoot off. ... and grow into more sculptures in the shape of people. If they feel like they might be surrounded...*

::They're screaming, trying to shoot. And it's... how are they this bad firing these guns.

Not that it matters much as minutes later, the doors to the warehouse explode out, with a masked man in expensive clothes is sent flying, with "Trishula, the Dragon of Icy Imprisonment" roaring from inside, its heads pressing out of the entrance.::

*oh that works.

He keeps up the Army of Ice that's going on here to make them especially feel cornered between that and the Trishula, but he's going to try to move to see if he can tell where Asuka and the student are. He's lucky he's so quiet otherwise.*

::You hear a car revving up and bolting away from the building, and Asuka and a young girl talking, and slowly walking, canisters and barrel scattered.

The student is short, but she's floating, and eating small cakes and bacon.::

Edited 2024-05-15 19:22 (UTC)

*I question if they actually fed her anything.

But it sounds like they all bailed, so he's going to let out a breath and approach.*

Looks like you handled yourself pretty well.

::Stepping a heel on the guy she was dueling.::

Fortunately, they didn't know much about Duel Monsters, and were running a badly under-optimized Sky Striker Deck.

Ms. Fukaizumi ate the ropes holding her while I did.

They taste like sawdust and wood.

That's definitely what rope would taste like, yes. *he turns his more direct attention to Fukaizumi*

Are you alright? Did they try to hurt you at all?

I'm okay. Hungry.

::Pops in a tiny cake, her stomach growling.::

They pointed guns at me, and said rude words that Kamala got grounded for once when she said them in front of her mom while I was with her.

Bullets taste kinda funny, and I don't think they liked how I bled.

... You're bleeding?

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