What Happens in Weiss stays in Weiss. Part 5-ish
Please keep in mind Michiko is writing, and, being narcissistic, wants to take over.
I wrote two versions of this chapter. The omitted one will be coming as an extra scene in the last chapter. Be sure to check it out after the show.
The Last A/N: I have decided that, since only my friends are reading this, I will stop explaining inside jokes. If you are not a friend, and you are reading this, one review and I will resume my footnotes. Until I hear from you, I will assume that this story is posted solely for my friends' enjoyment. Thank you.
Bono was taking his sweet time finding the nose bleed pills for Cyrano. He was strolling happily down the street, enjoying the nice day. He figured, on the off chance that Aya was hiding in the playground, he would have brought some No Bleads® with him. That's just responsibility.
But, when Bono did finally get to the Flower Shop of the name no one remembers, he was surprised to find Aya, standing around as though he had been there the whole time.
"How did you get back here so fast? Is there a short cut I don't know about?"
"What are you talking about? Have I been somewhere?" Aya was puzzled, but not menacing. He was learning to accept that it is possible that Europeans with dark hair may occasionally require optical assistance in the form of glasses. Funny how life works, huh?
"Cyrano's nose was bleeding, so we thought you were nearby..." Bono, although apprehensive, was still hoping this was a complicated practical joke.
"Not I. I've been here the whole time." Aya raised his voice a bit so Yohji could hear. "Because I am reliable, and I don't shirk on the job."
"Aya, If I had a dollar for every time you didn't show up to work, I could afford my own island!"
Bono gave up and decided to check his email, live journal, and other internet related accounts, froze the computer, turned it off and ran out towards the playground before Omi could discover the crime.
The playground, however was empty of all angst ridden fangirls. Bono quickly searched the premises, but found only the drawing of a suicidal girl Rainbow had been working on. It was drenched with what smelled suspiciously like chloroform. Bono also found Michiko's Bling Bling Cross of DOOM lying in some blood soaked mulch near the swings. Something was wrong.
Rainbow was feeling not so goodly. She could hear fuzzy voices talking in the background, and her eyes weren't willing to function yet. There was something round and hairy on her left shoulder. Like a head.
"If...you...ever...want...to...see... I can't find any more vowels in this stupid magazine."
"Brad, why are you writing a cut-and-paste ransom note in the first place? We're just going to call them up."
"Anyone can make a phone call. Cut-and-Paste is an art."
Rainbow felt someone kick her as gently as one can be kicked and still call it a kick, which is to say, fairly hard.
"Shouldn't they be awake yet? It's been, like, ten hours."
"It's only been 45 minutes."
"That's still way too long. We only drugged them."
Rainbow closed her eyes tighter. She was too intelligent to turn fully into Super Smart Rainbow of DOOM, but she could still ask her clever other self for advice.
"Hmm. This is a pickle, Rainbow." Super Smart Rainbow of DOOM puzzled over the situation. "Have you ever had someone try to read your thoughts?"
"Yeah. A few times. But I knew how to stop them."
"Do you remember how?"
"No."
"Do you know the Pokemon theme song? It goes CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION" Rainbow cringed as the incredibly obnoxious music echoed though her brain.
"Thanks a bundle, Super Dumb. Now I'm going to be singing that to myself all day!" She thought sarcastically.
"You sassy little witch! See if I ever help you again!" And with that, the highly offended Super Smart Rainbow left the premises. The Nuances were on their own.
Rainbow was contemplating the Pokemon song, which of course drowns out all other thoughts, when the head resting on her shoulder apparently woke up.
"Where am I? Who are you people? How much did I drink last night?" Cyrano's voice sounded bewildered. Rainbow groaned inwardly as she decided she was going to have to open her eyes. She raised her eyelids about 1/1,000,000 of an inch, then closed them tightly. The light burns.
"My head hurts." Amaya's voice came from Rainbow's right. By the sound of it, she was still feeling dejected.
"My ribs are really sore." And that would be Michiko. I should open my eyes. Rainbow thought.
"Well, you shouldn't have struggled so much." A peevish voice Rainbow didn't recognize snapped.
"I didn't struggle! I was just there. Idiots. My grandmother can kidnap better than you." Amaya muttered to herself.
Ok, Rainbow really had to open her eyes now. And, with much will power, she did, blinking rapidly as she adjusted to the light. She was sitting against a wall, between Cyrano and Amaya, with her hands tied behind her back and her feet bound together. They were in a brightly lit room with white walls and a white card table opposite the tied Nuances. There were four guys standing near this table, one with dark hair and glasses was busy cutting up a copy of Cosmopolitan and pasting letters onto a sheet of paper; two, the teenager and the one sporting poofy red hair and a slightly bloody bandage on his head, were tinkering with a cell phone and some electronic apparatus, and a white-haired one with an eye patch was tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.
"Look, they're all up. Can I go now? I want to get a double espresso Grande Frappucino."
"Farferello, we need to talk about your Starbucks addiction." Brad looked up from the cut and paste.(A/N: Folks, you know it's Schwartz, I know it's Schwartz, therefore I will be referring to them by name. Who cares if the Nuances don't know?)
"IT'S NOT AN ADDICTION!"
"Let me guess. You can quit anytime you want."
"Yes, for your information, I can. I just choose not too."
Amaya leaned towards Michiko. "Great. Dysfunctional villains. This could get interesting."
"Do they look familiar to you?" Michiko asked nervously. She wasn't used to deja vu.
"Well, you did use to watch the show, so I would hope they look familiar." This was the end of the conversation, however, as the bad guys, mostly Brad, had stopped discussing Farferello's coffee habit and had turned back to the Nuances.
"All right. Routine question time. What are your names?"
"I give up. What are your names?" Rainbow asked with a perfectly straight face.
"Grr. Fine, what do you call yourselves?"
Rainbow smiled sweetly. "We call ourselves abducted, but you could call us captured if you really want to."
"I give up. Schul?" Poofy-hair turned to Rainbow and stared at her for a few seconds before jumping back violently and shuddering. Rainbow forced her unconcerned smile to stay in place.
"What's wrong?"
"She's singing the...the...the Pokemon song!" The entire room cringed with this shocking report of mental torture, which succeeded in alerting Amaya to the significance of the original question.
"What do you mean, you don't know our names? You kidnaped us and you don't even know our names? Why are we even here?"
"We know you're friends with Weiss. So we decided to use you as bait so we can get them. It's a pretty basic plot, but a good one, nonetheless."
"I can't believe this is happening to me! HEY! THOSE ARE MY THOUGHTS YOU'RE TRYING TO STEAL! MY SECRET MY SECRET!" Amaya screamed, trying to cover her head with her tied hands.
"Amaya! Hit Me Baby One More Time!" Rainbow threw up a barrier of psychological protection around her friend in the form of one of the most annoying pop songs ever, but accidentally mixed it with some information.
"Amaya, right? You're an angsty little monkey, aren't you? Are you going to tell me your friends' names?"
A large spark of electricity from the machine Nagi was still playing around with interrupted Schul. "Guys, I got the speaker phone working! We going to call up and ask for the ransom or what?"
Using this diversion, Michiko turned at an awkward angle to talk to Amaya "Are you still feeling depressed?"
"Yes. Omi's going to come to get us, and then he'll get killed, and then they'll probably kill us too, so we'll all die, and it will be my fault. And we'll never get back home, so our friends back there will never know what happened to us, and they'll be all worried. I can't stand it!"
"Cheer up! We've lived through worse, and we'll make it through this too. Everything is going to be all right. Girls, we need to be in top MST mode if we want to thwart these guys." The pep talk didn't work, as evidenced by the tears running down Amaya's cheek. Rainbow turned to her as well.
"Hey, Amaya. I wish you were my real father!" This had the desired effect and Amaya started to giggle helplessly. However, it was also anti-productive, because it caused Michiko to lapse into depressed mode and stare off into space as though trying to remember something. Fortuantely, this didn't last long.
Schul, sensing that the others were not paying attention, had taken the opportunity to kick the captive in the ribs again. His head was still smarting from the Attack of the Bling. "OOF! Hey, that hurt! Brad! The guy with the big orange hair kicked me! Make him stop!"
"How did you know my name?"
"A little bird told me." Kick "OOF. Will you stop that?"
Schul glanced at Brad. "I could find out how she knows your name, if you want."
"Fine, but I have Sk8er Boi stuck in my head right now, so it's your funeral." Michiko warned while the sound of a phone being dialed echoed from the speaker phone apparatus.
"Don't, it's not worth it. Hey, bring one of them up here to answer the phone." Michiko found herself being dragged painfully towards the card table.
"Hey, watch the shoulder! I just got it stitched up from the last time! And don't you point that gun at me!" Farferello fired this gun at the wall. "Ok, fine, point that gun at me, but don't destroy that beautiful dry wall."
"Ok, they're going to answer the phone, and you're going to tell them that we've kidnaped you and that they had better come get you, yadda yadda. And if you don't, I'll blow your head to tiny little pieces. And don't you dare warn them this is a trap. And hurry up, too, 'cause if I don't get some caffeine in my system soon, it's the end of the world."
Bono had sprinted back as fast as he could with the news that the female Nuances where missing, so Weiss happened to be sitting around speculating when the phone rang. Aya answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Aya! This is Michiko."
Somebody, possibly a man, muttered "Michiko?"in the background.
"Hi." Aya covered the mouthpiece with his hand to address the worried friends in the room. "It's Michiko. She sounds ok." Aya turned back to the phone. "Where did you go? Are the others with you? Who's that in the background?"
"Yeah, we're all here. These guys invited us down to Barbados for the weekend, and we thought you might want to come."
"What? Barbados?"
"Just kidding. But, seriously, we've been abducted by these guys. Could you put me on speaker phone?" Aya pressed the little button, and the Nuances' voices sounded in the room.
"Thanks. Hi everybody!" Rainbow called out.
"Hey. Michiko, what happen to you guys?" Yohji interrupted.
"We're having a little orgy. Don't come!" Michiko coughed nervously as the gun moved closer to her face. "I mean, come on down."
Ken ignored Michiko's odd behavior. "Hi, Rainbow. Where are you?"
"We're not allowed to tell you. Plus we don't know."
"Oh, and the guys who kidnaped us want me to tell you that Shorts sends their regards." Amaya conveyed the should-be-sinister message in a less than ominous tone.
"Not Shorts! Schwartz!" Some one exclaimed from the Nuance's phone.
Omi's eyes were getting very big. "Kidnaped? Are you ok? Don't worry! We'll save you! We won't abandon you! I promise."
"I take it this means you were definitely not dating Crawford?" Yohji carried on his conversation with Michiko oblivious to the teenager flopping on the floor like a fish.
"I'm dating someone?" asked a confused voice in the background.
Although Yohji couldn't tell, Michiko had turned crimson. "Nah. I just said that. Didn't mean for it to get so out of hand. But still, the look on Aya's face was priceless."
"Omi? Don't worry! We're fine. This kind of thing happens to us all the time. So don't have a heart attack, ok? Just stay at home, don't do anything rash. This does not bother us!" Amaya tried to sooth her friend, but, of course, this wasn't what Schwartz had in mind, and she soon found herself being thrown against the wall. "OOF! Ow."
"AMAYA! Are you ok? Did they hurt you? If they did, I'll kill them, I swear!" Omi freaked.
"She's fine, Omi. Tell him you're fine, Amaya." Rainbow remarked.
A faint groan made it to the telephone. "I...hurt."
"See, she's fine."
"Rainbow? Is Cyrano ok? We haven't heard from her..."
"Yeah, she's ok. She's just out of it."
Bono nodded sagely. "Is there an ace around?"
"Yeah. Her nose is bleeding, but not so badly."
Ken turned to Bono. "What's an ace?"
"A. C. E. boy. Angsty Cute Evil boy. Cyrano's personal favorite type of bishouen. Any amongst the Schwartz?"
"Not that I can think of..."
"Unless he means Nagi." Yohji had been listening in.
"The one who's always wearing his pajamas? Yeah, that could be..."
"It's a suit!" Screamed the telephone.
"Just keep telling yourself that, kid." Aya called towards the receiver.
"Whatever it is, at least it doesn't clash hideously with my hair, unlike that sweater you're always wearing."
"You have something to say about my sweater? Come on, say it! I dare you!"
Amaya was on the floor several feet away from the telephone. "Rainbow...tell them...come and bring some...black lilies." She gasped out, having remembered a summer class she had taken about flowers or code words or something related.
Rainbow turned back towards the phone. "Omi, Amaya says that OOF!" Rainbow found herself on the floor near Amaya. Farferello was glaring at them.
"You would think that everybody would naturally assume we knew something about code words, given how much spy work we do."
"Eh. It was worth a shot."
Unfortunately for Michiko, still-furious-about-the-bling Schul had taken over the position of threatening her, forcing her to jump around the table, shouting at the telephone and avoiding any direct contact with her guard. Given her ankles were still kinda tied up, this was quiet a feat. (Puns are your friends.)
"Um, I think I'm going to have to go soon. Listen, could you pick us up? Ow ow! And don't forget to return that MST with the cheating short on it. You know, with the student councilor. 'You've made yourself some powerful enemies, son.' Will you stop kicking me? Hey, get away from me! What do you think you're doing? Yohji, I need to go! Byeloveyou!"
"Ok! Try not to kill all of them before we get there. I would like a shot at which ever one keeps tormenting you."
Omi snapped back to reality. "Is Amaya ok? You won't let them hurt her, will you?"
"Ok, they're coming. Can I get some coffee now? There's a Starbucks right next door, it wouldn't take me long!" The phone responded
"Make sure Cyrano doesn't bleed to death! I'll bring some of those No Bleads®!" Bono cut in.
"Is Rainbow still there? Tell her Goodbye. I'll see you soon, k?" Ken called out.
"Schwartz, if you're listening..."
"Well, duh, Aya. We're listening. We've been in the room the whole time. And you're about to make a dramatic speech. Please, do us all a favor and save your breath." Brad hung up before Aya could begin.
"Hey! Don't talk to him like that!" Rainbow nudged Cyrano. "You going to take that from him, or are you going to stand up for Aya?"
"Who's Aya?" Cyrano asked absently before slipping back into her fangirl fantasy land.
"Grr. Well, she may not care, but I do! Aya's my home skillet, and he's ten times the dramatic speech maker you'll ever be, so shove it!" Rainbow protested.
"You're not exactly in a position to be protesting unfair treatment of Aya, Rainbow. It is Rainbow, right? And Amaya, and Michiko, so that makes the one with the nosebleed Cyrano?" Brad observed very astutely.
"How did you ever guess?" Amaya rolled her eyes impatiently. She was feeling cranky. All that angst made her hungry. "I take it you aren't going to be feeding us? I'm hungry."
"We can't, we ran out of... Son of a Motherless Goat! We forgot to ask for the ransom." Nagi rarely swears. But he has some creative alternatives, which I feel are better anyway.
"Ha ha! We made you screw up! We made you screw up!" Michiko chanted as she hobbled back to the other Nuances. Soon they were all singing along merrily while Nagi tried to turn the cell phone on, much to the annoyance of Schuldich.
"Look, you're kidnaped, could you act scared?"
"Hey, shut up! I'm on the phone!"
"You've reached --- ----. We're busy trying to organize a rescue mission, but if you leave your name and number after the tone, we'll get back to you as soon as we can."
"Hello. This is just Nagi. We forgot to mention to bring $10,863 and 76 cents with you. And you had better come up with the money, on account of we don't want to hack nobody's limbs off. Sorry for bothering you. Bye."
"On account of we don't want to hack off nobody's limbs, not hack nobody's limbs off." Michiko corrected. "You can't end a sentence with a preposition."
"Michiko, now is probably not the time to be lecturing proper grammar." Amaya hissed at her teacher.
"Shush. I'm trying to help the kid out. Nothing gets laughed at more than a grammatically incorrect threat. Or, even better, you could say 'on account of we don't want to hack off nobody's limbs with a chainsaw.'"
(This is were the extra scene will start once posted.)
"Yeah, Nagi. It isn't like you to make such a critical error. A mistake like that could bring the entire plan crashing down." Schuldich joked. Anybody but Michiko could have said that, and he wouldn't have said a word, and she knew it. But, hey, what can you do? "Why aren't you being as grammatically accurate as you so often are? Feeling distracted?"
"Sorry, what did you say?"
Now he was glancing at Cyrano pointedly. "Hmm. What could be causing this sudden lapse in attention? A girl, maybe?"
"Yeah, whatever." Nagi fiddled with the cell phone some more.
"Ha. That means it's true. Nagi has a girlfriend. Nagi has a girlfriend!" About .0001 second passed before Farf joined in.
"You two are just jealous because you've never had a fangirl in your sorry lives."
The chanters continued, undaunted by the teenager's accusation. "Nagi has a girlfriend. Nagi has a girlfriend. Nagi has a girlfriend!"
"Come on, guys, stop it."
"Nagi has a girlfriend. Nagi has a girlfriend!"
"Brad! Make them stop picking on me!"
Brad, apparently suffering from a serious headache, had removed his glasses so he could massage the bridge of his nose. "Will you all just shut up?"
Schul and Farferello made the same mistake Bono and Rainbow had made in the first chapter, namely, they didn't hear the malice in their friend's voice. "Nagi has a girlfriend, Nagi has a OOF!" In a beautifully choreographed way, both Brad and Nagi kicked one of their fellows in the stomach at exactly the same time.
"I ASKED YOU TO SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE!" Dead silence. "There. That's better. I'm going to go get some water. Do any of you want any?"
"I would, please." Cyrano had actually been paying attention, sort of.
"Some water would be lovely." Michiko kept the sarcasm in her voice to the absolute minimum, partly because she was thirsty, and partly because, for some unknown reason, Brad rubbing his nose had sent her off into depressive land. I know someone who does that...
"Oh, could I have some?" Amaya asked politely.
Rainbow shook her head in despair. We can't be polite to these guys! That's the opposite of everything the Nuances stand for!"Is it bottled water?"She inquired respectfully.
"Yes, there's a vending machine down the hall." Hmm. Maybe the starvation method did work for subduing prisoners. Brad would have to make a mental note of that when his brain didn't hurt so much.
"Sorry, I don't drink bottled water." Rainbow turned up her nose disdainfully.
"If you're thirsty, you don't have much choice, do you?" Brad pondered that this wasn't really the normal attitude, either. Actually, come to think of it, not much these girls had done had tallied with the average hostage's actions...
"I'd rather be thirsty than dead. I've been afraid of bottled water since Amaya told me this creepy story about... I don't really remember what it was about. But I don't drink bottled water because of it." Rainbow explained.
Amaya started. "Oh that's right, could you cancel my order, too? I don't drink bottled water, either."
"You might as well. Torturing yourself won't prove anything."
"No, I really don't drink bottled water. Tap is fine, though."
"I've never met anyone who's afraid of bottled water."
Schul raised his hand. "Actually, Brad, I haven't drunk bottled water since that one thing, remember?"
"What on earth is wrong with bottled water?"
Nagi wasn't siding with Dasani on this one. "Yeah, I don't drink it either. I value my skin."
"Not you, too!"
Cyrano never understood this phobia of processed water, and she was glad to be able to talk to a sympathizer. "I don't worry about water. It's the mineral supplement stuff I stay away from."
"Oh, is that what this is about? Because they shut down a long time ago. But, fine, suit yourselves. I'm getting something to drink. No, Farf, you can't go get Starbucks. It's not good for you." With that, Brad stormed out of the room to better attend to his migraine and get some nice, poisonous bottled water.
"I hate it when he does that!" Growled caffeine-withdrawal Farf.
"Does what?"
"Answers questions you haven't asked yet! It drives me nuts!"
"Hey, you should try learning to drive with him." (I'm very concerned about how Nagi is going to learn to drive, and I may be writing a story about it. You never know.)
"Point taken."
Michiko, though still thoroughly distressed by the glasses, was still sentient enough to realize Schul was giving her a very odd look. Sort of a malicious smirk. He didn't look up as he interrupted his friends' bashing of the Brad.
"Brad probably won't be back for a while, right?"
"Probably not, why do you ask?" Nagi checked his watch.
"And if a few of Weiss come, the rest will too, no matter what, right?"
"Undoubtably."
"So, it probably wouldn't matter if we killed, say, one of the ladies, right? Just one of them. Nobody would even know until it was too late."
Michiko was not in the best of humors. If she had been untied, Schwartz would not have lived to see the second season. "Wait a minute. I knocked you out with a cross to prevent you from hurting my friend. You've drugged and kidnaped me and my friends, kicked me whenever you've gotten a spare chance, forced me to lure my boyfriend and company into
a deadly trap, and we aren't even? You have to kill me to make us square? Do you have any sense of equality at all? OOF! Hey, stop kicking me! Your –!--+ head can't hurt that badly!"
"I don't need a sense of equality, I'm EVIL. I'm not supposed to have a sense of equality!"
After making sure he was out of kicking-range, Nagi spoke up. "Um, maybe you should stop kicking her, though. She might get hurt..."
"Well, that's kinda the point, don't you think?"
"Yeah, but we're not supposed to damage them until Weiss shows up..."
"There are four of them, Nagi! We can afford to lose one or two!"
"That's exactly the kind of attitude that got us in this mess in the first place! First you kill off one, just for kicks, then one of them gets mad, so you kill them too. Before you know it, they're all gone, and you've invoked the wrath of all of their friends, and then we've got a real problem."
"Schul, we're going to kill them eventually. Can't you wait for a little while?" Farf pointed out.
"But I want to kill her now!" Whined poofy hair.
Amaya rebelled."What do you mean, you're going to kill us? I refuse to be killed!"
"What did you think we were going to do to you? Let you go with a warning?"
Schul had reached a compromise. "Ok. I can wait to kill them. But only if I can torture her first."
Michiko rolled her eyes. "Sassy bastard. I laugh in your face. I teach high school, you can't scare me. Do your worst."
>I consider that a challenge.>
>If you have something to say, Schul (That is your name, right?), you can share it with the rest of the class.>
>You had better pray that Yohji gets lost on the way here and refuses to stop and ask for directions, because once they get here, you are so deceased.>
>Oh, Yohji won't be coming>.
>May I ask why not?>
>You may consider yourselves pretty code-savvy, but, you just don't speak fangirlese. Now, if it's not too much of a bother, could you please leave my mind alone?>
>If it annoys you, no. Let's take a look at your childhood memories, shall we?>
>I warned you earlier. He was boy, She was a girl. Can I make it any more obvious? He was a punk, she took ballet. What more can I say? >
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Schul, you ok?"
"NOT SK8TER BOI! I'm going to be singing that for the rest of my life!"
Amaya shuddered. "Michiko! I'm appalled. Torturing him like that... you're evil."
"Hey, who's side are you on, anyway? Rainbow, Amaya's jumped the fence!"
But Rainbow had a moral code as well. "Michiko, that was pretty low. You're a terrible person." She turned to address the victimized criminal. "You can go ahead and kill her. Weiss will still show up without her, and, well, she deserves it."
Michiko banged her head against the wall. No point in even asking Cyrano, with her hatred of pop and fetish for ACEs. "Thanks, Rainbow. I really appreciate it."
But Rainbow's retaliation backfired due to Schul's unfailing ability to figure out people's deepest anxieties. "No, I've changed my mind. We're going to kill her last. She's defiantly the type who's worst fear is having to watch helplessly as her friends die."
Now it was Rainbow and Amaya's turn to bang their heads against the wall. "Doh!"
"In the meantime, though, I'm going to leave, because the longer I stay in the same room with the harpy,"
"That's Michiko to you, you lackwit!"
"...the more I feel like giving in and killing her quickly. I'll go monitor the security cameras or something." Actually, Schul was going to get an aspirin, but he would have sooner died than admitted this to Farferello.
After he had left, the other two stuck around vigilantly guarding the Nuances for about thirty or forty seconds.
"Nagi, I'm going to go get some Starbucks. You stay here."
"But, Brad said you aren't allowed to get any more coffee."
"Do you see this face? Does it look like it cares what Brad said?" No, it looked more like the face of someone who hasn't slept in days, or needed to.
"But what if Weiss shows up while you're gone?"
"That's why I'm leaving you here. Have fun."
"Come on, don't leave me here alone! I ended up guarding the last one, too. It's not fair!"
"Well, sooner or later you're going to learn Life isn't fair. So sit down and shut up."
"I'll tell!"
"No you won't."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because even if you tell, no one's going to care. Tell you what, if you're real good, I'll buy you a mocha-latte-ccino."
"I don't do coffee. It destroys lives."
"Whatever. See ya, shrimp." The door slammed in a very prison-like way.
"Don't call me shrimp!" Nagi shouted at the closed door. "Stupid coffee addicted bastard." Deciding this was a lost cause, he sighed, sat down on the table, and pulled a manga out of his pocket. The Nuances looked at one another. Fangirls communicate in two languages, one of which is verbal.
"Cyrano? Relena?"
"Yes, please!" Cyrano beamed. She had been waiting for an opprotunity to use her talents. This was her element. She relaxed and set to work on a strategy.