Junes deparment store, 11.00 AM, Day 2,
"We've got them! They're cornered in the confectionary aisle!" One of the gangsters shouted back to his group, earning him cheers and whoops of encouragement.
"It's a narrow corridor. They won't be going anywhere." The lead goon said. "They've been picking us off one by one, but it ends here! you have nowhere left to run!"
"Oh really?" Yoh stood in the middle of the corridor, feet apart, as if ready to take them all on by himself. "Question, are you all feeling lucky today?"
"Euh...?" The goons looked around at their boss for answers. Prey weren't supposed to stand up and chat to them and ask them difficult questions. They were supposed to run off in fear and allow themselves to be used as doormats.
"Because we're havings a huge offers on KABOOMS!" Marisa shouted from atop a nearby shelf, making sure the goons looked up to meet their doom...in the form of cute frilly egg-shaped projectiles....
....which, upon collision with their faces, caused explosions of epic (and very colourful) proportions, promptly knocking them out. Those who escaped the explosions didn't manage to escape the huge sticky goo that came with the explosions. It stuck to them with the stubborness of a vampire and the maddening sticky sliminess of Rinnosuke's business smile. They stuck to the ground, stumbled, fell on top of one another, stuck to each other, and groaned.
"Death by chocolates ze!" Marisa laughed heartily as the rest of the yakuza tried to climb over their sticky-chocolate-tar-covered comrades, only to get caught in the tar trap and become one with the mess.
"Throw your jackets and stuff over the fallen and cross!" The leader roared mercilessly, ordering his mean to use the fallen as stepping stones. But just as the first of the men climbed over the heap of bodies, they were thrown back by the impact force of a fast, sleek projectile, before being pinned into the ground by a shuddering knife. The next person in line has his collar impaled by a huge camping pike.
"More where that came from." Sakuya said, holding a knife between each finger.
"And next I'll aim for something that will be more difficult and painful to stitch up..." Reimu added, fingering a camping pike between each finger. "Demon sealing needle!" She cried, running forwards and throwing another set at another wave of yakuza. "Taka-kun, now!"
"Let's go! Shock and awe, people!" Mitaka shouted as Meira and Taihou leapt ouf ot he gloom above the shelves, downing two yakuza with their landing, before proceeding to bring down more with sheer brute force.
One of the yakuza barely had time to overcome the shock as the maid girl before him fired a rocket punch at him. Before he knew it, he was keeling over from the punch. The leader, seeing another rocket punch coming, managed to dodge it and catch it with one hand. He smiled a victorious smile at the maid as he began to pull on the metal wire connecting the fist to the girl's arm.....only to find that the maid girl wouldn't budge. Did she really weigh a ton?!
"Mitaka-san!" Ruukoto shouted, giving the metal wire a sharp tug, causing the unfortunate yakuza to fly towards her.
"Yes, Ruukoto-chan?" Mitaka turned around just in time for the butt of his shinai to come into intimate contact with the flying yakuza's face. "Oh? He was in a hurry, wasn't he?"
"Keep up the pressure!" Sakuya shouted as she, Reimu, Taihou, and Meira charged forwards at the faltering ranks of the yakuza.
"think again!" The frontmost Yakuza shouted. "Men, we've got orders! Firearms are go!"
With a flurry of clicks of cocking guns, the team found themselves running at a shooting gallery with assorted brandished barrels.
"HYAAH!" A voice came from behind. Reimu, Sakuya, Taihou, and Meira ducked just in time as four small, frilly little dolls flew over them on silver lines....
...before exploding in the faces of the line of yakuza in a huge ball of smoke, throwing them into pained confusion.
The silver lines didn't stop there. They were flying all over the place, snapping guns right ouf the yakuza's hands. When they finally recovered while still nursing their burnt faces, they found themselves weaponless, their former weapons falling clattering at the feet of Alice, wielding fine fishing lines flowing gracefully from each finger.
But before they could take in more, a blur of red and white was already dashing low towards them. Before they knew it, they had been swept off their feet by a low sweeping kick.
Reimu Hakurei never fights fair.
The next line of yakuza, still shocked by how fast their comrades were falling before them, were awestruck like deers in a headlight as an even smaller figure sailed down towards them, its face contorted into a furious, dangerous grin of delight.
Suika was as good as her promise. Her flail struck true, awfully true, crushing down anyone in her way. The flails came around time and time again, striking down any foolish mortal stupid enough to remain standing or attempt trying to get back up after the first insult.
The next wave of yakuza stared dumbstruck at the little girl who was slowly piling up bodies in a neat circle around her. They were so absorbed that they failed to notice a madman waving a shinai over his head charging towards them from one flank, and a young girl in black with a broomstick coming from the other. They never did, really. Because a set of fishing lines tripped their feet up from under them, and before they knew it, they were being pummeled in the face with the business-end of a shinai and a broom.
Needless to say, they folded like a deck of cards under the pincer-assault.
"Phew...." Mitaka wiped his sweat as they surveyed the madhouse around them. They had brought the fight to the center of the store. Taihou, Sakuya, Reimu, and Meira were cleaning their respective sides while Yoh was attempting to calm Suika down. "Is that everything?"
"Think again." There were clicks as guns cocked in their direction. Small pinpricks of red light dotted the group, giving them what looked like a case of mobile measles. The laser pointers were a rather pointless addition. It was rather difficult to miss when you've got your gun an inch away from the target's teeth.
"Err....can we talk this out, nicely...?" Mitaka ventured, grinning nervously.
"MAKE WAY FOR THE BADASS FREAKIN' OVERLOOOORDD!" A voice roared over the sound of a revving engine. The yakuza turned around just in time to be blinded by a pair of xenon headlights. Above it, standing proud with his arms crossed behind the driver's seat, was Owlbear, cape flying, mad grin shining, makai harem holding onto him for dear life.
"YEAAAAAAAAH!" ThirtyFour roared as the buggy leapt over an upturned cart, sailed through the air, before bowling over the yakuza gathered in the store's center.
"Mitaka, now!" A voice came from above as Iku swept over the group, carrying a fire-extinguisher-totting Hiroko. She emptied the contents over the yakuza, creating a convenient smokescreen, before dumping the empty canister on the head of a yakuza who was stupid enough to stick his head out of the fray.
"GIVE US BACK OUR BUGGY!" A woman shouted from atop a pursuing buggy. "By my name, the great pirate RIA, I will make you pay!" She shouted, ploughing over a few more unfortunate yakuza as Mitaka and the group escaped under the cover of the extinguisher spray.
"What on earth...?!" Another wave of yakuza had entered, only for their jaws to drop at the fray before them.
"Oh, look, a moe girl in a santa costume!" A voice within their ranks pointed out. The yakuza immediately followed the outstretched finger. "Where?!"
"In your dirty minds, morons." Sho muttered as he snuck away.
"Ruukoto!" Mitaka shouted.
"Yes!" Ruukoto held out a hand in the way of the buggy bearing the great pirate Ria.....
...causing the buggy to come to painfully abrupt stop, crunching the metal like cornflakes. The inertia of the buggy caused it to twist painfully while flying over the outstretched arm before bouncing violently across the store, shedding nuts and bolts and the odd tire towards the group of yakuza, while sending its occupants flying into the confectionary stand...
...thereby disturbing the hungry ghost occupying said stand, much to her great annoyance. And Yuyuko Saigyouji didn't like being annoyed, especially when she was stuffing her face. She made that clear to the offending pirates by giving them a very withering look of maternal wrath before lecturing them, in the disapproving voice of a very dissapointed mother, on common manners regarding interrupting others when they are in the middle of appraising the variety of eclairs of a new world.
Meanwhile, the bouncing buggy had crushed the amassed Yakuza and left a trail of limp bodies in the wake of its flight.
"We're heading out!" Mitaka shouted to the others. "Ruukoto!"
"Hai!" Ruukoto grabbed the overturned buggy, heaved, and spun it round and round before tossing it towards the open entrance. It crashed with an overwhelming screech of twisted tortured metal before cruising forwards, kicking up a wave of sparks as it made its way towards the waiting gangsters outside.
With a deft leap Ruukoto landed atop the buggy, before reaching out and grabbing Mitaka's hand. With a running jump and a little help from Ruukoto and Mitaka team FUBAR, team Combat Butler, and team Akasaki managed to climb onboard the wrecked-buggy's final cruise. They bowled over yakuza members left and right and trampled any unfortunate enough to stand in their way. Marisa, Mokou, Meira, and Suika whooped in excitement, swinging their respective weapons about at anything still standing, like war goddesses riding down with an apocalyptic storm. Any survivors were quickly stomped over by the stampede of the angry beave, otherwise known as team 'Badass Freakin' Overlord', team Ghostbuster, team Tank, and team Jealousy Fever that followed in the buggy's destructive wake.
Outside the store....
"Ryoji-san..." An enforcer whispered in big boss Ryoji's ear. "...about those shrine people..."
"Got them, have you? You didn't kill all of them, did you? Are they on their way out?" Ryoji asked from where he lay in his convertible, lowering his shades with an expectant grin.
"They are on their way out, but...." The enforcer murmured, looking around worriedly. The other yakuza, having been given orders to stand their ground and watch the store, were starting to question said orders seriously in favour of their immediate health. There was an unspoken concensus that a wrecked buggy speeding towards them, spitting sparks, bearing a mad group of girls, followed by an even madder group of girls, might not be conducive to their health.
...getting trampled by girls was definitely not covered by their health plan, that's for sure...
"...but now the way we expected them to come out...err...you might want to get out of the convertible, sir..." The enforcer gulped nervously. "....as soon as you can..."
"What on earth are you babbling about, man? Spit it...." Ryoji looked over his sunglasses at the approaching buggy and its mad-looking passengers. "...oh..." Realization and horror dawned on his face.
"Where were you Mokou, Keine?!" Taihou shouted over the excited whoops and the screams of terror.
"Getting this ready." Mokou said, showing Taihou the two huge sacks of flour they had with them.
"What is this...?" Taihou began, before shock and horror drained the blood from his face. Any reasonable butler knew how much destruction could be wrought with a good sack of flour and an open flame....
"Ruukoto, toss this, please." Mokou said to the maid, who merely complied without question.
The two bags of flour trailed a puffy trail of flour as it sailed towards the center of the amassed group of yakuza. Eyes followed it as it flew....
"Flying Phoenix, Burning Flour Mill version..." Mokou murmured, before tossing a well aimed ball of fire at the sacks of flour...
....
Meanwhile....onboard a passing train...
"H-huh, wha...?!" Sanasan was shaken awake by a dull kaboom that rattled the train's windows. He blinked blearily, wondering what on earth happened as his eyes scanned over the confused looks of his fellow passengers.
"Hey, I think we missed our stop." Sanasan said, yawning. It seems everyone had fallen asleep from the exhaustion from the previous bout of excitement. "...Renko? What happaned to your GPS?" He asked, shaking Renko.
"Huh, wha...?!" Renko gasped, looking around in panic. "Uhh....sorry, I was dreaming about Maribel...uhh...what happened?"
"Uhuh..." Sanasan nodded, looking up at where the train would be stopping next. "Nothing for it. We'll have to take a train back at the next station."
"Psst, did you hear? I heard there was a commotion at the mall." One passenger whispered to another.
"Yes, I heard there was a shootout. The Yakuza were involved."
"Tough, isn't it. The police won't stand up to them either. I wonder who they're terrorizing this time.'
"Probably the manager of Junes. They said he's been trying to gather the community to stand up against the yakuza. Poor man."
"Something's going on at the department store." Sanasan said.
"Wait, weren't those people from this morning going shopping there?" Renko asked.
"Oh yes....hmm...trouble seems to follow that strange group for some strange reason..." Sanasan said.
"Huh, whatata...?!" Jeremy snapped awake. Chen, who had been snoozing on his head, leapt awake and clawed into his head for support, causing Jeremy to yelp in a brief pang of pain.
"...is it breakfast time yet...?" Yukari murmured, blinking blearily.
"So it applies to partners too, huh? Birds of a feather flock together." Sanasan sighed. "Well...it's just that..."
His words were interrupted by the sudden bang of something landing atop the train's roof. It was accompanied by the abrupt appearance of a huge dent in the ceiling...followed by another loud bang with an even bigger dent.
"What one earth?!" Jeremy muttered as the passengers in the train scrambled in panic.
...up above the train...
"You're all dead, you hear me?!" Ryoji shouted, his broken glasses hanging askew on his face as he climbed out of his battered convertible which had been thrown high into the air, only to land, by pure chance, atop a train passing under a nearby bridge. The wrecked buggy had been thrown into the air too, along with its company of madmen, only to land right behind the battered convertible. He brandished a golden gun at the crew.
Meanwhile, behind them, the rest of team Gensokyo had leapt off the bridge and down onto the train in pursuit, with team Jealousy Fever flying a short way behind them, only to stop short at the sight of the gun.
"That's right...." Ryoji muttered. "this is where it ends. Enough fun and games. You mess with Yakuza, you mess with...."
"Oy, whenever I open my eyes, it's you people again..." Jeremy shouted up at the group from an open window.
"Jeremy! Pull the emergency brakes!" Mitaka shouted down at their only hope.
"What?" Jeremy looked around at Ryoji...and understanding dawned. "Oh, ok. Chen?"
Chen leapt onto the emergency brakes pulley and pulled.
"Everyone, hang onto something!" Everyone atop the buggy held tightly onto the buggy while Ruukoto safely anchored it to the train with her rocket punch. Everyone else fell flat onto the roof and found a handhold.
The train jerked to an abrupt halt, just as it was passing atop a bridge spanning a large river that fed Lake Suwa.
"Wh-wh-WHOAH!" Ryoji was thrown off balance as his convertible flew forwards off the train, toppling over in midair, trapping him underneath it, before falling with a heavy splash in the river.
"YEAH!" Everyone cheered. But a little too soon....
...as everyone too lost their hold and slipped head first into the cold, icy deeps...
Later, at Amarillo's at around 4.00 PM, just before Amarillo left for her groceries...
(OOC: I skimmed over Nemoma's posts and found nothing that suggests that Amarillo may NOT have had visitors, so bear with me here, it's a forced insertion...)
"And you all swam up here?" Amarillo blinked at the recounting of the bizarre adventure.
"Yeah." Taihou muttered darkly, his bangs matted against his forehead, though the rest of him had dried off in the last 4 hours...
"How did you find us?" Amarillo asked. "I don't think I've told you..."
"Found that spring fairy in the backyard, sitting on the pier by the lake..." ThirtyFour supplied. "Rocket Science." He said, tapping his temple.
"And what happened to that Ryoji person?" Amarillo asked.
"He didn't die, did he?" Shinki asked, worried.
"No, no..." Owlbear muttered, pressing an icepack he found in Amarillo's freezer to his head. "Unfortunately, I saw him swim ashore a bit further upstream. Would have gone to throttle him...if the rest of his goons didn't come pick him up..."
"I'm going to buy some groceries then..." Amarillo said, rather uncertainly. "Umm...can I get you all anything?"
"Food." Sho said, looking over at Yuyuko. "Lots and lots of food. As much food as you can get."
"And painkillers. Lots and lots of painkillers." Owlbear muttered. "You don't want an angry bear with a headache for a badass freakin' overlord."
"And booze. Lots and lots of booze." ThirtyFour added. "I need to forget how cold that lake was..."
"Where's Mitaka?" Jeremy, who had come over with Sanasan as soon as they could get off the train, asked.
"Gone off to get some clothes for us. We can't continue wearing this stuff, right?" Yoh raised his arms to show them the 'I <3 Karuisuwa' tourist T-shirt he was wearing, one he had gotten from the front of the store. "Sorry, that Jason guy and Lily White said we could wear them while we wait for our clothes to dry." He added nervously to Amarillo.
Amarillo nodded in understanding. "Where is Jason?" She asked, suddenly.
"That Jason guy left when we arrived." Taihou said. "Left a note for you."
"..oh, ok..." Amarillo nodded, before leaving in search of the aforementioned note.
(OOC: ...what an anticlimatic ending...)
