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KILL PHIL
A rip-roaring tale of blood, death and fanfiction.
Chapter six:
"Know Your Enemy"
It was Tokyo, and it was night. A black limo cruised through streets. Her trip to Japan nearing it's end, Beloved Fool decided to head to a nice club she'd spotted on her first day in the country. It catered to all sorts, so no doubt it would cater to her unusual entourage.
Beloved Fool tapped the glass and notified the driver to head to a new location. The driver, eyes hidden behind a black Kato mask, nodded in silence. As far as can be ascertained, his eyes were a strangely unusual pale shade of brown. Actually… they were nearly completely white…
Now this was always going to be a fun nut to crack. The Beloved Fool enjoys, or enjoyed, heh, the protection of some of Phil's best guards.
Attached as her personal guard, and ultimately the head of security, is Garnet…
Sir Cerise Cranberry, the man now known as Lord Garnet, is descended from a noble order of European knights. He has a strong sense of honour, duty and history. Lord Garnet has searched the world over for opponents to battle, and eventually he somehow came under the employ of Phil. Lord Garnet is now extremely high-up in Phil's organisation.
Just what 'organisation' he's part of is a mystery to me, because oddly enough, I don't think a group of fan authors qualify as an organisation…
Lord Garnet is freakishly tall, and wears full plate mail. His greatsword is about the same size as a normal man.
Temporally in charge of Beloved Fool's group of bodyguards is Rubus…
Real name unknown. Rubus is fanatically dedicated to Phil and will gladly place himself in danger to fulfil the whims of his illustrious leader, whom he sees as a near-godlike figure. He is Lord Garnet's champion and ward, although the two don't always see eye to eye as Rubus, unlike Garnet, does not place as much importance into tradition. The only honour he feels compelled to follow is honour to his absolute master – Phil. Like Garnet he wears a full suit of knightly armour. He's also quite a psychotic fellow.
His weapon of choice for tonight is a morning star.
Documenting the great adventures, assignments and fanfic writing done by Beloved Fool during her Japanese trip is a wannabe member of the Fatal Cobra Fanfic Squad…
A girl that I'm gonna just call Sofie, since I don't know her real name. I think she's related to a Fatal Cobra or something. Who says nepotism is dead?
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SOFIE
WISHES SHE WAS A MEMBER OF:
THE FATAL COBRA FANFIC SQUAD
CODENAME: Trainee
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A protégé of Phil, she's been sent along with Beloved Fool in the hope that some of Beloved Fool's experience will rub off on her. Currently not even a qualified member of the Fatal Cobras, it's also possible that Phil wanted to warn her of the dangers inherited from the misuse of fanfiction.
The bulk of the bodyguard that was given to Helen for the trip to Japan come to mind…
Now, I didn't have much information on them before I came face to face with them.
But all is not what it seems…
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The limo pulled up next to a high-class restaurant. Two members of Helen's elite bodyguard climbed out of the front. One was wearing a black and white suit; his face covered by a Kato mask. The other was mostly hidden underneath a long red coat, orange glasses and a large red hat. Both – like all the bodyguards - had strangely pale skin and unusually long and dreamlike black hair…
More bodyguards, each dressed in stranger and stranger outfits, climbed out of the limo.
After five Power Rangers climbed out, so did the giant-sized warrior Lord Garnet. From underneath layers of heavy plate his piercing eyes scanned for any signs of hostiles. When he found none, Beloved Fool came out.
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HELEN
MEMBER OF:
THE FATAL COBRA FANFICTION SQUAD
CODENAME: Beloved Fool
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Helen - a pretty girl with long hair coming past her shoulders, which was currently coloured an artificial pale blonde. It was styled in such a way as to hide her ears, but not obscure her face in anyway. She had a fake pair glasses on as well, a slim and expensive make, but lens-less. She wore a simple dark suit with a white shirt underneath. The cigar packet in her breast pocket had only been to highlight the character she'd dressed as.
The five Power Rangers - red, blue, green, yellow and pink – formed a protective circle around her. The bodyguard, tall and handsome, in the red coat tapped the guard in the Kato mask gently.
"Park the car and get right back," he smiled. "And don't forget your costume."
The Kato-masked bodyguard turned a slight red colour and nodded curtly. He opened the limo door and sat in the drivers seat, then drove off to find a parking space
The bodyguard in the red coat approached the bubble, Helen, Garnet and the brightly coloured team of bodyguards.
"Your orders, Master?"
"If I didn't know better," said Beloved Fool. "I'd say that you were beginning to enjoy this."
"Oh but I am," said the red-coated bodyguard. "I fit in so well in Japan!"
Beloved Fool smiled.
"Let's go inside. Rubus, Trainee Girl and a few more of the Krazy's have already found us some seats," she started to grin, then remembered to stay in character and suppressed it. But it was too much a temptation not to grin before she said it.
"Your Lord and Master commands it."
Beloved Fool waved her hand and gracefully strode forwards. She was a girl who knew what she wanted, and nobody had better get in her way. She was a fan author, damnit!
As one of the Power Ranger bodyguard held open the door and Beloved Fool entered the restaurant, a motorcycle pulled up on the other side of the street. The owner, or at least, the rider, dismounted but kept her helmet on. Until Beloved Fool and her entourage were inside then she removed it.
Tcutla casually threw the bright yellow helmet aside. The ACROSS Blade was inside its sheath, which was clipped to her outfit. Her outfit, a bright yellow jumpsuit, would no doubt soon be turned a different colour altogether…
