Snow is falling across Tokyo. Tokyo often gets some snow in the winter, but usually only dustings, a light coating here and there. Full-on snowstorms like this one are unusual, although not entirely unheard of. Still, many people in Tokyo do not drive, and most of the public transport is underground in the form of the extensive subway system. So while there are people who choose to stay home, plenty of others venture out into the snow, and the Neon District is nearly as bustling as any other night, crowds of people moving between the clubs and shops, the neon lights shining through the falling snow.
This close to the holidays, that's no surprise. Unfortunately, holiday shoppers aren't the only people who have decided that the falling snow does not impact their plans. This becomes abundantly clear when, quite without warning, an explosion rocks the side of a tall building on one side of the road. The fireball blossoms out, sending chunks of masonry plummeting towards the street below. Luckily, the crowds are thinner than normal. Even as people begin to scream and run away from the blast without even fully understanding what is occuring, those chunks of debris impact the street, missing any fleeing shoppers.
But they don't get far before another explosion detonates, and then another, in a chain down the street. Windows shatter and car alarms start going off, and the crowd mills in confused panic as people aren't sure where to run. There will definitely be some injuries, though luckily the sparse crowds and the elevated level of the explosions seems to have curtailed any fatalities- at least so far.
The one responsible for the scene of mayhem can be seen hovering in the air, a good ten stories up. Dressed in her distinctive black-and-dark-red barrier jacket, ankle-length like an overcoat, Madison Perry grins a feral grin as she observess the chaos she has wrought simply by flying down the street and tossing a few home-made explosive devices at the walls.
Unlike the last time she appeared, pulling a very similar trick in a less-populated area, she appears in better health- no longer is her arm in a sling. She's still wearing an eyepatch over her left eye though. Black leather, like her coat. And of course, suspended on a chain and hanging around her neck- that strange Grief Seed with the white gem at its center that she stole from Homura's custody.
She's a Mid-childan mage. She is perfectly capable of putting up a barrier to prevent mundanes witnessing her acts or the buildings from being damaged.
But that would quite defeat the purpose.
Sakura Kinomoto was out shopping to Tomoyo when it happened. Why? They'd needed to get some shopping done. Well, Sakura did. Tomoyo was her fan girl and just HAD to see it. So of course, despite not needing any, sakura had found herself spending over two hours getting dressed up by her friend.
Fortunately, it was finally all done and she was on her way home. Unfortunately, suddenly as they were walking home, wreckage! She then raced forward, the key forming in her hand. "Little! Make it small!" She called, activating the little card as a fragment of debris fell towards her. It turned to the size of an ant, bouncing off to the side. She let out a sigh of relief, before looking around. What was going on? Was it an attack was it a... Then her eyes went wide. What? How was she... "Tomoyo, I need to--"
"Go ahead,' Tomoyo said. Already had her camera out, making sakura sigh.
"Of course..." Sakura muttered. She gulped and then grabbed the float card, activating it and then running up the side of the building towards the woman.
It had been a great day so far. Cocoa and marshmallows and snowmen building and the inevitable snowball fights that come alongside the building of snowmen. Now it is walking home in said snow, without the benefit of taking the subway, trudging through the snow. Which was, to be honest, more fun when it was play time and somewhat less fun to walk for any distance in.
Distraction from cold feet comes all at once when the first explosion hits, and Naru instinctively ducks before looking up and around as the screams and crashing starts.
As more explosions start, Naru spots the woman in the sky, soon to be two and she texts something quickly on her phone as she tries to start herding people out of danger. "That way, just run away from here.. go on.."
Let's face it: this is not the part of town that Kazuo Takeba would be expected to frequent these days. In fact, it's the part of town that Nephrite would probably take amiably malicious glee in badgering him into visiting, then pointing out all the best irritated expressions and putting extra effort into crafting taunts. But there is one thing that's driven him out all the same. Christmas is coming, and Usagi Tsukino exists. If he disappoints her sufficiently, doom will ensue.
Therefore he may be the only one besides Madison whose day improves when the explosions hit.
Kazuo stops dead where he is for a moment, scanning the chaos, then shoves his way through the crosscurrents of terrified people to reach an almost painfully narrow alley between stores. Taking shelter for a moment, he reaches for his phone first, following up Naru's announcement. Madison Perry in the Neon District is the important part. Civilian injuries.
There isn't time for more. A few seconds later, when he escapes the alley, he does it by going up - Kazuo's black wool coat replaced by Kunzite's uniform and cape, the phone vanished for the moment in favor of the sword at his side.
Pity that Perry's daggers could shatter the thing, in its base state. But the first rule of surviving a knife fight is not to get into a knife fight, anyway.
Madison remains hovering above the chaos she has caused, her bright blue eyes shining with a joy that is entirely unhinged at the sight of the people below her running and carrying-on. She does indeed carry her two daggers, long and curved, one in each hand- together they make up her Device, Heartrazor. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She sighs.. though it's unclear if she's talking to the Device, or to the Gem hanging around her neck. For the moment, neither answers.
Those with magican sensibilities can certainly sense... something, though. Something being drawn up, and out. Not quite visible, just the sense that energy is transferring in some manner... and the white gem at the center of Madison's impromptu necklace has taken on a faint luminescence.
It doesn't take her long to notice visitors though. A girl, running up the wall, and a young man in a military uniform, floating up as well. Him she recognizes from a few weeks past. A faint smirk touches her lips, and she flips one of her daggers casually in her hand. "Well, I shoulda known somebody would take exception to my fun."
She addresses them both in a louder tone. "Listen. Blood will be spilled here tonight one way or the other- but if you're smart, it won't be yours. Think twice before you get in my way."
Sakura Kinomoto made it up the side of the building and glowered up at her. Then eeped at the threat. "H-hey. You need to... you need to stop what you're doing!" She hadn't actually thought about what she was going to DO once she was up here. Just trying to stop it. "Ummm, please? It's not nice! You could really hurt somebody!" What kind of cards could she even use? Flower? Only if the girl was allergic. Little? Well, she supposed if she got close enough she could try to shrink the girl. Would that even affect her? She guessed her only real options were windy and little. She drew windy, eying the woman. If she prepared to launch an attack, then sakura would use it! "WINDY! Bind her up!" And then winds would surge out.
And float would stop working. She let out a scream as she started to fall DOWN the side of the building, her arms flailing. "AGH NO AHHHHH!"
"Oh dammit." Naru looks up from the fresh bing on her phone, to see Kunzite heading up a wall towards Madison, and then as civillians /mostly/ clear out generally. And then there's a girl. A familiar girl is who scolding the woman throwing bombs. And is now falling.
Naru races towards where Sakura is having her moment with gravity (hint: gravity is winning). "That is why I hope I NEVER FLY!" She mutters emphatically as she reaches for her sketchbook out of her jacket pocket.
The fact that she has changed herself into a mostly white outfit, with only highlights of black and colour which gives her a jacket pocket to pull a sketchbook out of has largely escaped her notice. Likely for the best, really. How wise trying to catch Sakura might be, questionable, but Naru aspires to try anyhow.
Unlike Madison Perry, Kunzite is not, at present, flying -- and unlike Sakura, he's not even floating; he leaped up out of the alley, up to the rooftop of the neighboring building, and another couple of impossible jumps (or, for many magical girls, standard everyday jumps) bring him to a decent height to address Madison. He lands in a flare of cape, snow-white and earth-brown, and glances between Madison and Sakura. Scanning in peripheral vision as well, hunting for extra surprises Madison might have bought --
Up until he glances heavenward for a moment, right about when Sakura's trying to explain to Madison that what she's doing isn't nice.
"I'll point out that whatever you're trying to do," he says, "there may be more effective ways to achieve your goals in the long run." The equivalent of Madison's warning, and about as likely to be listened to ...
... especially when there's a small girl highlighting the problem with effective. When Sakura screams and starts to fall, it pulls Kunzite's attention back to her sharply. Making another leap to her won't solve the problem: it'll land them both in the wall. He lifts both hands and makes a sign in the air, instead, and a sphere of darkness starts to form in the air around her -- consuming the energy of her fall, as much as any other kind. The same way he himself flies, when he does.
The problem, of course, is that she's already falling, making her an increasingly fast moving target -- and he's working remotely, which is never as good as working close. And she's not one of the people he has a bond to that might overcome that. He can't catch her.
But he can slow her, and that's not nothing.
Madison continues to hover there.. looking mildly disinterested as Sakura arrives in her vicinity and starts giving her some speech about her activities not being 'nice'. "Piss off, kid." Is her dismissive response.. just before Sakura summons a binding wind that whistles towards her, trying to restrain or contain her somehow.
"Heartrazor!" She snaps.
<<Yes, Mistress.>> Comes the emotionless baritone of the Device. Without needing further instruction, the gem on one of the daggers flares with light, and a circular magic shield expands in the direction of the incoming wind, forcing it to divert into flows around her instead of hitting her.
She watches with some amusement as Sakura begins to fall. Until Kunzite speaks anyway, at which point her attention shifts to him. "Maybe," She says, with an almost carless shrug. "But probably not as fun." Her eyes turn down, watching the rapidly emptying streets, and she heaves a sigh. "Though soon it won't be worth it to remain here anyway.. the ants are all scurrying away."
That sense of energy-flow continues.. up from the frightening crowds below, towards the gem around her neck. Fear, panic, confusion- the soft pulsing white light grows brighter as the moments pass.
Sakura Kinomoto shrieked, flailing, then dark energies slowing her fall. And then... she was caught by a woman. She eeped and looked up at her.
Hey, it was rollerskating girl! Naru knew her!
"Uhhhh, t-thank you," she said with a weak smile. "I was ummmm... not having the best... thank you," she said sheepishly. Once put down she grabbed her wand and bowed. "S-sorry, I'm still new to this magical girl thing. Thank you for helping me! I uhhh... I'll ummm... try to keep helping..."
"Sakura, you need to be careful!" Kero said as he flew over from Tomoyo. Apparently he'd been hiding in their bag.
"What happened?"
"You can only activate one card at a time, your magic isn't ready for maintaining two or more!"
She blinked and then sighed. "Well, now you tell me. Will windy work here?"
"I doubt it, and she's too high up for wood, too."
She nodded, before activating float, once again becoming light as a feather as windy died down. She then proceeded to start running up the roof again. She just had to get close enough to use little, then.
"Sakura, be careful!" Kero yelled.
"You and me both." Naru mutters as she sets Sakura down onto the ground and then watches as the small lion creature fly over and there's an arch of her brow as Sakura gets instructions. "Just try and be careful." She advises and then the girl runs off back up the building again. There's a sigh of expecting that she'll be catching Sakura again in the not so distant future.
She digs out her sketchbook, now that she has a hand free to do it with and flips through the pages almost absently as she looks for something in specific. Madison wants the people, the emotions of the people, and Naru seems determined to calm them, and send them on their way.
Emotions are not a kind of energy that Kunzite can manipulate -- not something he can deflect, or absorb, or consume. Not in and of themselves. He can't keep that gem at Madison's neck from absorbing the fear and despair of the crowds below.
He can, however, look directly at Madison herself, once Sakura is safe, and shift his weight on his chosen rooftop just enough that his stance echoes the distant, cold amusement in his tone. "What makes you think I was talking to you?" he says. "You're not the one calling the shots here."
It's not an insult. Not precisely. Not directly. After all, he's in service himself. Whether Madison will take it as one is another question altogether. But keeping her talking, keeping her busy, may be the best he can do; he doesn't have a good chance against her alone, and the girl who fell, whatever she can do, hasn't made it back up yet. Time to stall.
Sakura is saved and quickly begins her ascent for a second try, but Madison isn't looking at her any longer. Nor is she looking at Naru, who is seeking a way to help safely get people out of the area- probably a smart move, considering what the actual objective of this attack seems to be.
But Kunzite has her attention, especially as he flat-out states that Madison isn't here for her own sake. Her brows clench, and she opens her mouth to snap a retort even while raising one of her daggers into an offensive stance, but before she can actually say anything, she's interrupted by another voice- a faintly echoing, almost distant-sounding voice that seems to come from no particular direction.
Whether intentionally, or simply because it can't be controlled so precisely, everyone present with magic hears the voice at the same volume, regardless of their location. Those who have been dreaming of Hana Shiroi would undoubtedly recognize her ambivalent, almost dismissively cold voice. "Madison. This one is clearly smart enough to figure out what's going on. There's no need for posturing."
"I ain't a slave." Madison spits, glancing down at the gem on a chain around her neck.
"Indeed you are not. Madison is a treasured friend. She is helping me. Is that not what friends do, sir? There is no need to provoke her."
Well /that/ is a whole new flavour of unnerving, as that unreasonably familiar voice comes in Naru's head. Which is rarely a good sign all in all. She doesn't miss the glance to the gem pendant, nor the snarled snip of comment.
Naru does, however, work in emotion. Not terribly well in this sort of active scenario, but the shifting and edging of panic and fear down a couple notches, and the corresponding drop in energy acquisition is not only something Naru does well, but also is not hovering 10 stories in the air. Or on a rooftop. The drawing that her sketchbook has flipped open to almost radiates calm, zen, relaxation, by no means enough to stop panic, but enough to take the worst of the edge off and as Naru helps the civilians around the rubble and away from the worst of it, to direct them to where (hopefully) they'll be safe from further explosions.
Sakura Kinomoto raced up the building but... then hit a snag. She had to stop and look around. She couldn't really... do anything, could she? She'd have to get close to use little. But then she'd fall. And what if naru didn't catch her again?
She clutched her wand again, looking back to the ground. She really WAS high up. Maybe... maybe it was better if she just let the more experienced magical girls handle this. She moved to perch on the roof so she wouldn't fall anymore.
There had to be something she could-- Then it hit her. A distraction. She smiled and drew the flower card and then... "Flower, surround her in flower petals!"
And suddenly... madison would be surrounded in a swirl of cherry blossoms. This... this was downright mildly annoying! The nerve!
Summon roses, it seems, and you summon someone that has a certain mystical relationship with them, it seems. Kunzite will feel the presence of his prince on the field as Tuxedo Kamen essentially parkours in at low altitude rather than leaping tall buildings with a single bound: he'd had to extricate himself from an interview with the representative from the college he's been working on getting credits from in his advanced placement classes, and he'd been able to do it fairly quickly when the second notification came, underlining the urgency of whatever emergency he was lying about having.
Civilians down, though.
Well. Madison's not the first sociopath he's dealt with.
The boy in the cape and the mask stops in an alley facing the distruction and immediately strips off his gloves, crouching to dig his fingers into cracks in the pavement and search. Where are they? Where is there blood? Where is there pain? His senses extend through the ground, rippling outward, even as blue eyes scan the wreckage and the scene from behind the luminous white outline of his slender mask.
The answers aren't a ping-back, it's not like radar: his empathy picks up the pain, focused through his spread-out attention, and he has locations -- and triage. Decision-making comes as a reflex: he'll be more visible in his cape, but his cape is a shield, potentially useful in keeping someone else safe if his visibility gets him targeted--
--and then he hears that dismissive, cold voice in his head, and his attention snaps up to the battle raging above. No. It's an all-points broadcast, from the way the others are reacting to it, and they're still keeping Madison Perry busy. So Tuxedo Kamen darts out, headed for the only one of the unmoving injured civilians. Lots of blood and no pain is the worst. A magical girl he hasn't seen before -- bless her -- is rounding up the others; one or two of them are helping those who are too hurt to walk. A second or two later, and he's pulling a piece of wall off an unconscious man; part of his mind is observing, detachedly, that he looks a little like Usagi's dad.
The wall dealt with, Mamoru reaches to tear open the guy's shirt, then place one hand on his head and one on his partially-crushed shoulder. There's a golden glow as he works, first, on making sure that the guy is movable -- that moving him won't make anything worse; he pours his power in, stopping bleeding and reversing the concussion; both hands go to the shoulder and he works faster, hands pushing bone into place and energy knitting it, reattaching muscle and nerve...
It's just that the faster and harder he works, the less attention he pays to his surroundings.
Maybe he should get himself a Red Cross armband or something.
It'd be great if there were more experienced magical girls here, weren't there? Just one magical boy, so to speak. Who's already aware that he's outgunned.
Which is why Kunzite is still talking. Or, more importantly, still listening. "I am perhaps giving the least provocation, here, madame. I have caused no damage to others as of yet, nor was the wind mine or at my will. As for words -- I act under others' guidance at times as well; it is no insult."
-- there's a limit to how much he can elaborate on that, and he just hit it. And he doesn't have the information he needs to guess where to go next. And he's not one of the ones who can just talk and win people over.
"Still. You may wish to consider that you may be acting without complete information."
(Heaven knows that he is.)
Anything he might try to say further is interrupted by sudden flower petals; and his awareness of someone else's nearness suggests something about those petals' possible origin. Still, he holds back for an instant, doesn't strike -- watches Madison's daggers, instead, and the energy flows --
In the instant that he perceives her moving to attack, or issuing an order to Heartrazor, he'll strike. His own hands coming together, flaring bright with that valentine-pink energy, a beam striking outward at her hands. It's an attack that's wasteful of energy, but it's strong enough to burn through the flowers without deflection, to try to take some part of her use of Heartrazor away from her for a while at least. That she might actually drop one of the knives is just about beyond hope, but he needs to try.
If she moves to attack. There must always be remembered the miniscule chance that she might not. For form's sake, if nothing else.
Madison scowls at Kunzite as he tries to justify his words. "What ain't an insult to you might be to me, boy. I do what I want- just so happens the Flower promised to give me somethin' I want very much if I-"
"Madison." The word is sharp, and Madison's mouth shuts so abruptly the faint click of her teeth snapping together is audible. She looks even more pissed off at this, but not enough to openly talk back to the gem hanging around her neck- which speaks volumes in and of itself of the way she feels.
Then those flower petals arrive.. swirling around her in a storm. "What the-" Madison spits, batting at them.. unsure if this is an attack, or cover for an attack. She can't take the risk, her long experience in combat telling her to do so would be foolish.
"Heartrazor! Pulse-seeker!" She demands, tossing one of the knives up into the air- just as Kunzite's beam strikes her hand, causing her to hiss and spin around backwards, cursing. But the thing about Devices is once they have been given instructions, they don't actually need to be held in someone's hand to carry them out.
<<As you command, Mistress.>> The Device responds, spinning in the air.. then suddenly transforming into a beam of dark red energy, streaking in a series of harsh turns, unerringly towards Sakura- homing in on the origin of the suspected attack. (Kunzite's came after the order was given, so he escapes being the target for the moment).
Meanwhile, Tuxedo Kamen is helping the injured. This is commendable, but ultimately of little consequence. Naru, however, is calming people- robbing Hana of what she is here to gather. If she was hoping to escape notice, this was the wrong tactic to take.
The previous emanation of Hana's voice had gone to all equally. But Naru suddenly finds herself the focus- a weight descending on her, though not physical. The weight of unearthly attention. When the voice speaks in her mind, it's loud, intense- focused. No one else hears it.
"Little bird, why are you stealing my meal? Desist, or you will regret it." This last is delivered in a regretful tone itself, as is the fact that Naru may suffer as a result of her actions is unfortunate but unescapable in Hana's eyes.
Sakura Kinomoto was feeling pretty good about herself. There were flowers, a good distraction. Maybe it could--
There was a blast of energy coming her way. No no no no! She shrieked and dove down, the blast missing her. She quickly activated float, the flowers remained but they stopped swirling, now just drifting around her before slowly following. "Whew, that was--"
She caught sight of the attack. Her eyes went wide and she tried to lift her wand to defend herself. The blast slammed into her and then sent her skidding into the building.
Her wand fell from her grip first as her eyes drifted closed, then she fell a moment later, toppling towards the ground no longer aided by magic.
There's a battle going on above their heads, making the calm that Naru is trying to encourage just that little bit harder to bring about in the civilians that she's helping leave the scene. Reducing AND taking Hana's meals away, no wonder she gets a personalized message.
Naru startles a little as she hears Hana's voice louder, more directly at her and she stiffens a little. "Stealing?" Her reply appears to answer no one, nothing. She doesn't trust just thinking it, but she's hardly yelling. If Hana can't hear her from there, well it probably doesn't matter anyhow. "You're trying to gorge yourself on a buffet, and I'm keeping it to a more reasonable entree size. There is a much wider selection of emotions than just fear and panic."
Too many priorities. Kunzite's primary one is still out of the visible immediate danger. His secondary is too difficult to target right now. Tertiary -- he follows Heartrazor's energy signature, and the way it sparks back from Sakura after the impact to manifest in Madison's hand.
Good enough. He knows when and how to try against it, later. So this time, as Sakura falls, he does move, casting himself down, diving at an angle to intersect with hers. Physics says it's impossible for him to catch up with her, but he's calling on his power again, slowing her --
-- meeting with her falling body, weaving a sphere of shadow around them both, pulling them (and incidentally her wand) to a stop that, while perhaps too sharp for her injured state, won't break her bones or bruise anything she can't live without. Shielding himself and Sakura alike against Madison's next strike.
He can't, after all, hear what Hana is focusing on.
Mamoru doesn't so much 'come to' as refocus on his surroundings when he's got the guy movable and stable, but in the precious seconds his mind was embedded in someone else's blood and bone and tissue, everything's changed. He loads up his mental input buffer and notices the scream from a moment ago, and looks up to see Kunzite diving to catch a little girl falling from the sky -- and that means Madison's attention is either on them or on the girl herding civilians.
There is a brief impression sent over his psychic link with Kunzite -- ie, there will be CONSEQUENCES if you need help and don't say -- and Tuxedo Kamen scoops up the unconscious man ('hell, he could even be my dad' he's thinking in the background, somewhere, grimly amused with himself at the idea) and heads for the black-and-white magical girl and her gaggle of goslings, leaps and bounds. One, two, three--
"Here," the masked prince says to the strongest-looking uninjured member of the civilian party, and hands the unconscious man over. "I dug him out of some rubble, and his back and neck are fine, he's not bleeding anymore, he's stable, I checked, but he has some broken bones. EMS are a block and a half that way--" he points "--they can't get in because of road blockage."
He looks to the strangely familiar ('have we met before?' 'yes, in a dream' is not someplace that needs to be gone today) new magical girl. "You okay? If you've got attacks, Kunzite can use a hand up there-- up to you which of us goes upstairs."
There's a snarl of satisfaction from Madison as her attack strikes Sakura and sends the girl towards the ground- even if Kunzite does zoom down to catch her, and shield her from any further attacks. The cloud of sakura petals disperse, leaving her unhindered again.
"There are," Hana's voice whispers like a thunderstorm in Naru's mind, "But unfortunately, fear and panic are the ones I need. It is my nature." There's actual regret in her tone, if regret tinged by fatalistic acceptance. "You cannot ask the tiger to refrain from eating the lamb, even if you wish it so."
Still, most of the people have evacuated the immidiate area by now, save for the injured, of which there are only a small number. Police sirens can be heard in the distance, drawing closer though still several blocks away. Madison snorts, still hovering up above. "We get what we needed her, Flower? I don't feel like wasting my energy fighting when they won't even give me a challenge, and it seems like all the little ants have scurried away."
The query from Tuxedo Kamen is met with a hold up of one of not-quite-Naru's hands as if to say 'one sec', and her expression is exceptionally distracted, listening to something that clearly only she can hear.
The reply, as Naru speaks it aloud, is clearly not for Tuxedo Kamen. "Even tigers do not slaughter the whole flock for the sake of the slaughter. There is ample fear and pain in the world without the rampages that your .. companion plays with." She isn't watching the fight, her attention focused upon the voice in her head.
Little ants. Kunzite does not, quite, smile at that description. Not quite. He's still evaluating, but -- his own strength is still not what it could be. There's no further sign of Zoisite, and Madison striking at the girl he's caught suggests that Zoisite may not be there after all. Pity. He could use someone setting her hair on fire about now.
He could go on the attack. But it'd put the girl at risk, and net little; he can't both push her and counter her retreat. They need more firepower, more preparation.
Of course, Madison will be accumulating more, too. But they have old analyses of when and where people will be gathered in Tokyo in December, they can update those -- maybe they can catch her in more strength. Maybe.
He holds, then, waiting and watching. Mirroring Madison once again.
Madison is watching Kunzite warily, but he doesn't seem willing to attack her- probably wise, all things considered, although it disappoints her.
Naru gets a reply to her comment, the tone of the voice once again neutral, as if nothing really matters. "No one is slaughtered. No one here has died."
"And besides.. you do not understand the scope of my hunger."
With those ominous words, the presence that had been pressing upon Naru's awareness suddenly vanishes, withdrawn in an instant. Madison sighs, shaking her head.
"Well.. mission accomplished, I guess. Next time, try and make it a little more excitin' huh?" This last is addressed to Kunzite. She never noticed Tuxedo Mask down below, which is probably for the best- she's still pretty angry about that Smoking Bomber.
She turns without additional fanfare and streaks off through the buildings.
"... that grief seed was in your head?" blurts Tuxedo Kamen the second the henshined Naru looks less preoccupied, and then he lifts his hands and waves them around. "No, tell me later. The girl Kunzite's carrying isn't moving and Perry's leaving." He leans in toward Naru and whispers, "My name's Mamoru Chiba, I'm in the phone book, I have questions."
The irony, of course, is lost on him.
The civilians are honestly pretty much okay now, anyway, so Mamoru takes off-- toward home, actually. And he gets some use out of the very sparkly communicator Luna made for him and his guys, tapping it en route. "Kunzite~! Take her home, we'll sort out where she goes when she wakes up. I'm on my way."
It seems, to the guy who only surfaces once every couple months at this rate, that there are new magical girls everywhere all the time.
And they're all so little...
(He will never tell Naru.)