Chapter 1- The Day Begins
High atop on the evil spires of the evil empire a sinister figure watches the screen with the coin as the two kids walk off. "Hmmm, very interesting. Seems as though we have a little problem here." He presses a comlink-button. "Minion, get over here!"
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Far away from that place, in one of the slightly more dangerous streets of MegaTokyo we find someone lounging in a couch just relaxing. Suddenly a shadow looms over him, cus we can't see who it is yet... that wouldn't be dramatic. But now that the shadow is there, we can show who it is."
"Spacy, how's the couch?"
"Fine milady, good for a nice nap. What brings you here?"
A young girl of about 13 is standing next to SpacyRicochet. About what you'd expect from a little girl that age, with long, messed up blond hair, normal, messy clothes (not a dress, she's the tomboyish type) a cap on backwards and a tooth knocked out from falling down a swing once. All this packed with this cute, innocent smile.
"Nothing in particular... seems the evil empire is plotting something again."
"Really and what are the forces of good going to do about it?"
"Nothing yet, so it's not our concern. As long as they leave people here to their normal lives, we can go on with those as well."
"Sounds good to me." And SpacyRicochet resumes his napping and lounging.
"You know, you may be a werewolf, but you should get out more. I mean, we can play at the playgrounds next to the school with the other kids and you wouldn't have to worry about turning and starting a rampage, cus I'd be there."
"Come on milady." Spacy responds, lazily with eyes closed. "I'd gladly play with you, but I'm tired now. Had a busy night before, taking care of 2 evils and 1 good. You know how hard it is to get those stains out of my clothes."
"I suppose so... I'll leave you to your lounging then. Be sure to wake up when I need you, or I'd have to send your significant other to wake you."
That is enough cause for a large sweatdrop on SpacyRicochet's face.
"Egh, I'd rather you not. I'd rather live a few more years."
"Okay, bye bye."
And the girl disappears in her own chaotic styled warphole.
*******
"Quinn!"
He sighs, they never do learn how to pronounce my name...
"Boss-sama?"
"The American enforcer will be docking in Yokohoma soon. Go meet him."
Boss-sama, I'm already here. Bah. Ed has no style. "Sure thing, boss-sama." Sinking container ships...
Quinn's ankle was doing okay now, and one of these days he'd find out how that whole thing at the Sega building ended. All of his usual gear is still in the shop, and he probably shouldn't scare the natives any more, so he grab a Sony 'corporate unity' windbreaker and head out in my civvies, with a .357 snub-nose under in his left armpit. It's a lot like a wallet, in case you're wondering: you stop noticing it's there, after a while.
The train ride to Yokohama was uneventful, though Quinn was glad they finally switched to all-female shadows for Nanasawa: she pulls this railcard out of her purse and looks at it like she's never seen it before, and isn't sure if she's going to laugh or cry... Quinn almost walked off the platform. I swear, I'm going to have leave this megacity if starts snowing, especially with all the K on the streets these days. It's just dangerous, if you don't have hammer-wielding girlfriend to knock you back to your senses.
So Quinn was sitting in a ramen place (can you say "Endless Cup'o'Noodles"?), because he forgot to grab something before he left, when this chick walks in and starts downing ramen bowls like there's no tomorrow... she gets through fifty in half an hour! And then runs out before she gets the prize money, saying something about her job. So then Quinn started thinking... she can move pretty fast, especially for someone who just downed her own body weight in noodles. So he followed her out, and opened his cell-phone (which plays hide-and-go-seek with .357 ammunition under his right armpit) to call 'home': "There supposed to be a Doll in Yokohama today?"
The SEVS at the desk answers after an artful -- and artificial -- pause: "No, why?"
"I thought I just saw one down fifty bowls of ramen... when is Ed's ship due in?" The Doll -- or not? -- was making tracks toward an apartment complex. "OK, then I've got time to look into this." The Kasumi Gardens, huh?
*******
The apartment is small and messy. Yep, you know what kind. The one that yells 'College Student'. A tall, impossibly balanced pile of unwashed dishes on the sink; dirty laundry atop the only couch of the room and a vile odor ('cuz you know kids, odors are visible!) coming out from what one supposes is the bathroom.
And amongst the chaos, someone is eating his breakfast. Black, messy hair; Lincoln-gone-poor kind of beard and glasses as big as one can found in any 3 buck anime. A typical example of a poor, geeky, college student (Bet you didn't saw THAT coming!). Just as he finishes the last noodles of his cup-o-ramen a knock is heard on the door.
"Oi! You no-good slacker! Phone for you!"
Our guy, lets call him 'Ramen', stands up and opens the aforementioned door. A groomed, well-dressed guy about his age is there.
"Hey! What up Jimmy?"
"James. And you got a call from that part-time job you got last week."
"Aw man... bet they gonna ask me to do something... no problem I gave 'em your phone, Jimmy?"
"James. And it would be nice to know WHEN are you gonna get your own line."
"Aw... I dunno about some days from now, you know I need to get some spare cash and well, you know..."
Ji--er, James rolls his eyes as Ramen picks up the phone.
"Y'ello!"
Muffled, mysterious voice.
"Hey Minion! How you doing man?"
Muffled voice, annoyed tone to it.
"Heh, I see... yeah The Boss can be quite the annoying itch sometimes."
Muffled voice, it sounds as if he's explaining something.
"What?! I got stuck with following some random teens for one of The Boss' Mysterious Plans(c)and(TM)? Maaan..."
Muffled, angry voice.
"I got College work to do... finals coming and all. You know, I think number #4 has some free time, maybe you could give him a call..."
Muffled, expression-less voice
"Wow. You mean 'THE' Quinn?" He whistles. "So this is kinda big then."
Muffled voice.
"Ed? Dunno the guy... some freshman I guess... but still, my Regression Analysis final is tomorrow..."
Muffled, conciliatory voice
"Hah! Then it's settled. But you buy the beers AND the nachos."
Muffled, sad voice
"Uh-huh. Names then. Sean. And MiMizu. Roger that, see ya' Friday night then Minion. Don't forget your promise! 'til then."
Ramen hangs up the phone.
"Well Jimmy, duty calls. Maybe I won't be here on time for dinner so be sure to save me some."
"JAMES. And I don't see why I have to share MY din--"
"See ya later!"
Ramen goes to his room, grabs his schoolbag and exits the apartment building in about two seconds flat. James sweatdrops.
"-ner?"
The pile of dishes falls. Several of them break. James blinks twice.
"Bad omen..."
Camera makes a slow zoom on the broken dishes and fades to black.
*******
A large silver blur streaks through the streets of MegaTokyo. Eventually it screeches to a halt just outside the steps of the MegaTokyo Police Station, and a large, silver-furred, sharp-fanged wolf pads carefully up the steps and into the door.
"May I help you?" asks the officer at the desk.
"Aroooooo!" replies the wolf, in a decidedly wolfish manner.
"Supernatural division, right, I should have guessed. Have a seat and I'll have someone come get you in just a few minutes, please."
The wolf shrugs and proceeds to lie on the floor just in front of the man's desk. The officer looks mildly chagrined, but accepts it since it's a slow day, and no harm is really done. After about 10 minutes, a detective comes out and motions the wolf into a nearby office.
"If you wouldn't mind, I prefer speaking in human tongues, easier on the ears. Might I have your name?" the detective said as he took a seat on one side of a table.
The wolf sighed briefly as he began glowing with white light. The wolf form melted and shifted, until a human with silver hair and clothes stood in his place. He took the remaining chair and spoke, "Tanetris. I'm here about the confiscation of my property."
"Right, Mr. Tanetris, let me just punch this up," the detective said as he keyed at a laptop. "Let's see... One enchanted katana, confiscated after you were seen rampaging through MegaTokyo cutting down various street structures and buildings, then resisted arrest by disemboweling a Cop-A-Zilla, is all that correct?"
"It's not an enchanted katana, it's a god-forged katana, infused with the spirit of Most Holy Pirogoeth. I was just testing it out, and the 'Zilla regenerated, didn't he?"
"Yes, well, regeneration or not, we still take assaults on our 'Zillas personally, and there is the property damage. Now what is the intended purpose of this enchan... I'm sorry, god-forged katana?"
"Just the usual: defend the Most Holy in body and name, serve her followers, keep Largo from overclocking my laptop, that sort of thing..."
"And how were any of those goals served by destroying 10 homes, 32 businesses, and several hundred telephone poles, lamp posts, statues, and fire hydrants?"
"Well, I wasn't... But I had to test it out! I mean, it was brand-new, how could I not give it a trial-run?"
The detective sighed, "Alright, well, test-run is over. Any further rampaging had better be strictly in self- or goddess-defense, is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Take this down to the property room and they'll give you back your sword. Keep your snout clean."
Tanetris smiled happily, shifted back into wolf form, grabbed the piece of paper in his teeth, and ran out. Just another day in MegaTokyo...
*******
MiMizu and Sean's random wanderings led them into a coffee shop, no neither of them were really even sure if MegaTokyo even had a coffee shop. Upon second look, it really wasn't a coffee shop at all, but a diner. Now, both thought this to be peculiar, a coffee shop becoming a diner in the middle of MegaTokyo hidden somewhere in Japan. As peculiar as it was, there was little they could do about it, as things are what they are.
"You there," the man at the counter said, "I'm short handed, take this apron and get to work."
Having an apron tossed at him found Sean in a rather confused position, but he wore the garment anyhow, and took his place behind the counter. MiMizu took his place on the other side, as said customer.
"Givith upon me Ramen!" MiMizu Ordered out.
"Err...Okay... HEY BOSS GUY! WHERE DO WE KEEP THE RAMEN!"
The store owner emerged once again, to give Sean a rather furious look.
"What are you doing behind my counter?? GET OUT OF HERE! HOODLIMS!"
This man was clearly insane. The two hurriedly ran out of the store, once again returning to the city streets.
"Well," MiMizu asked, "Where's my Ramen?"
"Shut up man."
Once again they find themselves at the bottom of this strange, evil building.
High atop on the evil spires of the evil empire a sinister figure watches the screen with the coin as the two kids walk off. "Hmmm, very interesting. Seems as though we have a little problem here." He presses a comlink-button. "Minion, get over here!"
"Spacy, how's the couch?"
"Fine milady, good for a nice nap. What brings you here?"
A young girl of about 13 is standing next to SpacyRicochet. About what you'd expect from a little girl that age, with long, messed up blond hair, normal, messy clothes (not a dress, she's the tomboyish type) a cap on backwards and a tooth knocked out from falling down a swing once. All this packed with this cute, innocent smile.
"Nothing in particular... seems the evil empire is plotting something again."
"Really and what are the forces of good going to do about it?"
"Nothing yet, so it's not our concern. As long as they leave people here to their normal lives, we can go on with those as well."
"Sounds good to me." And SpacyRicochet resumes his napping and lounging.
"You know, you may be a werewolf, but you should get out more. I mean, we can play at the playgrounds next to the school with the other kids and you wouldn't have to worry about turning and starting a rampage, cus I'd be there."
"Come on milady." Spacy responds, lazily with eyes closed. "I'd gladly play with you, but I'm tired now. Had a busy night before, taking care of 2 evils and 1 good. You know how hard it is to get those stains out of my clothes."
"I suppose so... I'll leave you to your lounging then. Be sure to wake up when I need you, or I'd have to send your significant other to wake you."
That is enough cause for a large sweatdrop on SpacyRicochet's face.
"Egh, I'd rather you not. I'd rather live a few more years."
"Okay, bye bye."
And the girl disappears in her own chaotic styled warphole.
He sighs, they never do learn how to pronounce my name...
"Boss-sama?"
"The American enforcer will be docking in Yokohoma soon. Go meet him."
Boss-sama, I'm already here. Bah. Ed has no style. "Sure thing, boss-sama." Sinking container ships...
Quinn's ankle was doing okay now, and one of these days he'd find out how that whole thing at the Sega building ended. All of his usual gear is still in the shop, and he probably shouldn't scare the natives any more, so he grab a Sony 'corporate unity' windbreaker and head out in my civvies, with a .357 snub-nose under in his left armpit. It's a lot like a wallet, in case you're wondering: you stop noticing it's there, after a while.
The train ride to Yokohama was uneventful, though Quinn was glad they finally switched to all-female shadows for Nanasawa: she pulls this railcard out of her purse and looks at it like she's never seen it before, and isn't sure if she's going to laugh or cry... Quinn almost walked off the platform. I swear, I'm going to have leave this megacity if starts snowing, especially with all the K on the streets these days. It's just dangerous, if you don't have hammer-wielding girlfriend to knock you back to your senses.
So Quinn was sitting in a ramen place (can you say "Endless Cup'o'Noodles"?), because he forgot to grab something before he left, when this chick walks in and starts downing ramen bowls like there's no tomorrow... she gets through fifty in half an hour! And then runs out before she gets the prize money, saying something about her job. So then Quinn started thinking... she can move pretty fast, especially for someone who just downed her own body weight in noodles. So he followed her out, and opened his cell-phone (which plays hide-and-go-seek with .357 ammunition under his right armpit) to call 'home': "There supposed to be a Doll in Yokohama today?"
The SEVS at the desk answers after an artful -- and artificial -- pause: "No, why?"
"I thought I just saw one down fifty bowls of ramen... when is Ed's ship due in?" The Doll -- or not? -- was making tracks toward an apartment complex. "OK, then I've got time to look into this." The Kasumi Gardens, huh?
And amongst the chaos, someone is eating his breakfast. Black, messy hair; Lincoln-gone-poor kind of beard and glasses as big as one can found in any 3 buck anime. A typical example of a poor, geeky, college student (Bet you didn't saw THAT coming!). Just as he finishes the last noodles of his cup-o-ramen a knock is heard on the door.
"Oi! You no-good slacker! Phone for you!"
Our guy, lets call him 'Ramen', stands up and opens the aforementioned door. A groomed, well-dressed guy about his age is there.
"Hey! What up Jimmy?"
"James. And you got a call from that part-time job you got last week."
"Aw man... bet they gonna ask me to do something... no problem I gave 'em your phone, Jimmy?"
"James. And it would be nice to know WHEN are you gonna get your own line."
"Aw... I dunno about some days from now, you know I need to get some spare cash and well, you know..."
Ji--er, James rolls his eyes as Ramen picks up the phone.
"Y'ello!"
Muffled, mysterious voice.
"Hey Minion! How you doing man?"
Muffled voice, annoyed tone to it.
"Heh, I see... yeah The Boss can be quite the annoying itch sometimes."
Muffled voice, it sounds as if he's explaining something.
"What?! I got stuck with following some random teens for one of The Boss' Mysterious Plans(c)and(TM)? Maaan..."
Muffled, angry voice.
"I got College work to do... finals coming and all. You know, I think number #4 has some free time, maybe you could give him a call..."
Muffled, expression-less voice
"Wow. You mean 'THE' Quinn?" He whistles. "So this is kinda big then."
Muffled voice.
"Ed? Dunno the guy... some freshman I guess... but still, my Regression Analysis final is tomorrow..."
Muffled, conciliatory voice
"Hah! Then it's settled. But you buy the beers AND the nachos."
Muffled, sad voice
"Uh-huh. Names then. Sean. And MiMizu. Roger that, see ya' Friday night then Minion. Don't forget your promise! 'til then."
Ramen hangs up the phone.
"Well Jimmy, duty calls. Maybe I won't be here on time for dinner so be sure to save me some."
"JAMES. And I don't see why I have to share MY din--"
"See ya later!"
Ramen goes to his room, grabs his schoolbag and exits the apartment building in about two seconds flat. James sweatdrops.
"-ner?"
The pile of dishes falls. Several of them break. James blinks twice.
"Bad omen..."
Camera makes a slow zoom on the broken dishes and fades to black.
"May I help you?" asks the officer at the desk.
"Aroooooo!" replies the wolf, in a decidedly wolfish manner.
"Supernatural division, right, I should have guessed. Have a seat and I'll have someone come get you in just a few minutes, please."
The wolf shrugs and proceeds to lie on the floor just in front of the man's desk. The officer looks mildly chagrined, but accepts it since it's a slow day, and no harm is really done. After about 10 minutes, a detective comes out and motions the wolf into a nearby office.
"If you wouldn't mind, I prefer speaking in human tongues, easier on the ears. Might I have your name?" the detective said as he took a seat on one side of a table.
The wolf sighed briefly as he began glowing with white light. The wolf form melted and shifted, until a human with silver hair and clothes stood in his place. He took the remaining chair and spoke, "Tanetris. I'm here about the confiscation of my property."
"Right, Mr. Tanetris, let me just punch this up," the detective said as he keyed at a laptop. "Let's see... One enchanted katana, confiscated after you were seen rampaging through MegaTokyo cutting down various street structures and buildings, then resisted arrest by disemboweling a Cop-A-Zilla, is all that correct?"
"It's not an enchanted katana, it's a god-forged katana, infused with the spirit of Most Holy Pirogoeth. I was just testing it out, and the 'Zilla regenerated, didn't he?"
"Yes, well, regeneration or not, we still take assaults on our 'Zillas personally, and there is the property damage. Now what is the intended purpose of this enchan... I'm sorry, god-forged katana?"
"Just the usual: defend the Most Holy in body and name, serve her followers, keep Largo from overclocking my laptop, that sort of thing..."
"And how were any of those goals served by destroying 10 homes, 32 businesses, and several hundred telephone poles, lamp posts, statues, and fire hydrants?"
"Well, I wasn't... But I had to test it out! I mean, it was brand-new, how could I not give it a trial-run?"
The detective sighed, "Alright, well, test-run is over. Any further rampaging had better be strictly in self- or goddess-defense, is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Take this down to the property room and they'll give you back your sword. Keep your snout clean."
Tanetris smiled happily, shifted back into wolf form, grabbed the piece of paper in his teeth, and ran out. Just another day in MegaTokyo...
"You there," the man at the counter said, "I'm short handed, take this apron and get to work."
Having an apron tossed at him found Sean in a rather confused position, but he wore the garment anyhow, and took his place behind the counter. MiMizu took his place on the other side, as said customer.
"Givith upon me Ramen!" MiMizu Ordered out.
"Err...Okay... HEY BOSS GUY! WHERE DO WE KEEP THE RAMEN!"
The store owner emerged once again, to give Sean a rather furious look.
"What are you doing behind my counter?? GET OUT OF HERE! HOODLIMS!"
This man was clearly insane. The two hurriedly ran out of the store, once again returning to the city streets.
"Well," MiMizu asked, "Where's my Ramen?"
"Shut up man."
Once again they find themselves at the bottom of this strange, evil building.