The inspiration of this 'shitpost':
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Just to remind you just the type of costumes Falcoon designed back in the day. It's just the cherry on top in this Maximum Impact-centric snippet.


For a little while now, Lien Neville had grown accustomed to dangers that came with Southtown, and that her shadow was always followed not far after by a certain 'ninja-bee'.

Today wasn't much different, but she had yet to encounter her unwanted rival in some capacity...

It was still the start of the afternoon, and a nameless thug in the cluster of Southtown gangs had freshly fallen at Lien's hands. No one knew it was her but herself, and the blood of the used knife needed a little cleansing.

Convenience welcomed her, as she was not too far off from the deep lake that scaled across from Southtown to another region of the American Southwest. However, there was something else that welcomed her – a lonely amphibian perched, platformed atop the water a slight distance from the surface.

The little chubby frog sitting in the water stared out at Lien with a gaze that seemed artificial. Even on a surface level, she could tell by the shine of the frog's skin that it was simply not real.

A smarmy, clever grin met Lien's face. "Hmph... is this another one of your ploys, Nagase?"

With a flick of the wrist, she defied the plush-frog by throwing the dirty knife at it, nailing it between the eyes, before turning away and taking a few steps away – knowing fully what was going to ensue...

BWOOOSH!
There was the sound of water jetting up like an explosion from underneath the blue – and Lien met halfway, knowing what was coming down on her. Her metal gauntlet was the easiest source of defense on her body, blocking out the sharp blade that tried to stab down towards something vital.

"What's the matter? Upset that I keep reading you out?"

Lien swung her gauntlet-clad arm across to send her opponent into a backwards leap – but as soon as she took that first look at the ninja-twerp once she landed, she realized she was faced with the rival looking quite different from the norm.

Come to think of it: there was much explaining needed for just what in God's green earth Nagase was wearing...
Frog hat, frog gloves, frog color-scheme, frog everything was what Nagase chose to wear – and it looked hilariously disgusting in a fashion sense. Her usual honeybee theme was not by any means a reasonable outfit in the world, but this frog number makes other oddjobs like Mignon Beart seem normal by comparison.

Lien's guard lowered as a result of her being less able to take Nagase seriously. "Kid, just be frank with me – what the hell is that?"

"Excuse me, bitch?" Nagase's expression soured further, as she pulled the knife out of the stuffed frog that was her tacky-as-hell hat.
"You already dissed the hat when you tried to headshot me – I'm not gonna let you disrespect 'The Gallant Jiraiya' right to my face!"

Lien snorted, baffled. "Beg pardon?"

Nagase's frog-head-mittens clenched. "Y'know, Jiraiya? Embodies the toad, fights snakes? Like you, you... b-big-tittied snake!"

"Spewing ridiculousness, as usual. What 'anime' did you get that from?"

"It's not an anime thing!" Nagase groaned and face-frog-palmed... "Ugh, of course you don't know shit about Japanese lore – it's not like you know much else except 'kill' and 'be sexy'...!"

Regardless of ridiculous fashion sense, Nagase again pursued Lien with slashing strikes, but her opposition out-maneuvered and blocked out the ninjato strikes, shutting off the speed of the action seconds after it picked up.

After hooking around Nagase's blade-wielding arm, Lien tied in around the ninja's back with a hammerlock.
"I know the difference between a toad and a frog – clearly you don't."

"There's not that much of a difference – you can't fool me with that know-it-all crap~"

The position refreshed again, as Lien wrapped herself even tighter around the frog-costumed rival, in a headlock.
"Toads are warty, ugly and would rather crawl like they're pathetic. Frogs are leggy, slimy and prone to jumping around – something that I'd say more resembles you. Though I'm partial to making you really feel like a toad when I'm done with you..."

Nagase growled with discomfort as Lien's arm crunched against her neck... "Urgh...! For your information... enngh—it was Hyena who put this stuff together – if there's anyone here who really doesn't know the difference, it's him!"

"Likely story from a slimy tongue." Quite suddenly after that, Lien started to shove her hand against Nagase's mouth. "Not like you really deserve one, anyways..." She pulled the hand back, her index and thumb pinched around Nagase's tongue.

"Hey~! Le' go of meh'!" Nagase half-eligibly shouted as Lien pulled harshly on her tongue. The leather forced against her taste buds didn't help matters, either...

The tussle only had the prospect of escalating into actual blood-spilling action, based on how previous encounters between the buxom yellowjacket and the (usually) orange stinger had gone, in less public / even tighter sceneries.

"Croak for me, you little geek!"
"Fuck you, you big slut~!"

What those two saw as another odd chapter in a bitter rivalry in the underground plots of the town, bystanders would see as a well-endowed assassin bullying this weirdo in a frog costume.

Such was life in Southtown.


Never forget Frogase.