The Magical Guardians of Yamashima

[Crow]

"I... I..." Akira was shocked to view her surroundings. Yamashima Square was obliterated by a humongous pixel turtle beast. She clearly noted the ones like her - four others representing four basic elements, while she was pure electricity. A bizzare day indeed, but she knew that such days would soon be an everyday thing.

With that, her body turned into plasma, before it morphed into a lightning bolt and struck the ground, causing her to reappear in the same spot. Turning to the man who claimed to be responsible, she speaks, "I have a lot of questions. A lot, a lot of questions, starting with, what are these things?"

Her microphone disappeared into lightning sparks. She now looked at her palms, wondering about the odd circumstances. These circumstances were beyond odd. These circumstances were out of fiction. The beast was literally out of fiction. She had a bad feeling about this in the long run...

 

[Flame]

The giant-ass turtle had finally disappeared. With it, so had his bansho get-up. He had never really thought of himself as the type to wear such clothing, but, when he had, it had felt fitting, and he had felt full of power. He certainly wouldn't discredit it, seeing as how it was so awesome. He closed his eyes as he was engulfed in a billion little cross shaped stars that sparkled up from his feet to his head, effectively taking the costume with it. Just like the other people who had gotten them. "This must be some crazy dream...", he muttered. The square was decimated, and a boy told them to follow him to figure out what was going on. "I'll bite. Do you have any clue what this all is?", he stared at the rather normal-looking one who hadn't transformed with the group. "Whatever the case, I don't want to be around when the emergency services come.", he shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked along behind the group of other heroes. So they were the other heroes? They mostly seemed to be girls. He wondered what he had in common with them to get picked.

 

[Coca-Korra]

Kyoko was still in a daze as she shuffled over to the rest of the costumed heroes congregating around a civilian who seemed to know more about what was going on than they did. A common trope in many of the magical girl mangas she read featured a guide, but usually it was an animal or creature. Not some brown-haired guy who looked like he was about to keel over any second. However she remained silent as the other heroes spoke to him (mostly about eating), only showing surprise when those around her began to make portions to their entire costume disappear in the blink of an eye. Kyoko stared at them, wondering if she should speak up and ask how they did it or to just keep her mouth shut. The place they were going to sounded like they wouldn't care about how the group dressed any how.

Tatsuo hadn't expected to be bombarded with restaurant suggestions when the heroes encircled him after the battle. Weren't they at all curious about how they got their powers? A buzzing from his pocket interrupted Tatsuo's train of thought and he dug into his jeans to pull out his phone. He was momentarily surprised that it wasn't destroyed or at least cracked in the explosion but he ignored that and opened up the screen to see that he had two new texts. Tatsuo's eyes widened when he read through them the first time. Someone knew who these people were already, but who? He didn't recognize the number and his first instinct was to delete it. It could have been an enemy reaching out to them under the guise of friendship and knowledge...

Yet, Tatsuo felt compelled to reply. That whoever was on the other end of this conversation could be trusted. So, against his better judgement, he shot the person a quick text as the sirens began to get louder.

We're going to a shwarma place near the decimated square. Meet us there.

Once the text was sent, Tatsuo turned back to the heroes. "Alright, let's get going to that place you mentioned." He said, glancing over to the cyan-armored teen. "We'll be meeting someone who will hopefully answer all our questions so please, lead the way."

 

[tinfoil_fedora]

Alec was slightly surprised to see his suggestion go heeded, thinking that with all of the eccentricities of the people around him, he would be construed as touched in the head to want to dine right now, in the face of all that they had encountered. Fighting against digitized invaders from fictional independent properties stirred up a mean appetite in the teen, though. Man, he could seriously go for some cous-cous... maybe with pita and hummus, mmm. "Awesome. As long as we don't use any abilities, I think we can get away with walking around looking like this." Everything was coming up Alec; answers to his myriad of questions and the promise of shwarma? It almost made it worth it to risk his bacon in the coming days, as he knew in his gut that whatever spawned King Koopah was only going to step up the amount of fodder thrown at Yamashima. They had to be ready, and that involved being in the know about what they were fighting against. "Alright, follow me." Alec asked of the group, setting out on a quick walk to the Levantine gastropub, sirens wailing in the distance...

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Mai shot upright out of her bed as a distant, roaring explosion rocked the very foundation of the building that she was in. It almost sounded like a roaring jet engine, like somebody spontaneously decided to launch a space shuttle from Shihosu square. Mai herself slept the sleep of the dead, but this was enough to shake her out of her daze, long black locks frizzy with bedhead. Her dad slammed the door to her room open, his bearded countenance endemic with worry. "Mai, are you okay? Did you hear that?" His daughter could only nod sleepily, not looking so cheery as she was currently fighting a head cold, in bed practically all day. Who wanted to drink in the company of a sniffles-wracked hostess, anyway? "Yeah, Dad. They're probably just tearing down that ugly seahorse statue..." she rationalized, trying to curl up to catch some more merciful REM's. Her Dad's patriarchal instinct was in overdrive, however, having just seen the news. "Promise me you'll stay indoors, Bug?"

Mai, on the surface, hated that nickname her Dad gave her since she was only a tyke, but secretly she found it endearing. Not like she would ever tell her dad that, but still. "I promise, Dad..." she muttered. He blew her a kiss, then shut her door, content that she was safe. For now, at least.

 

[Flame]

She received the text, and sighed. Partly of relief. She wouldn't have to bring anyone into her house... but a restaurant was not the place to discuss these kinds of things without receiving odd looks. And she had already had her breakfast. At any rate, She'd meet them there and get to know them before finding a place to tell it to them. She pulled out of her drive, and drove off past the square to the only place she knew sold such food. She pulled into a parking lot outside the restaurant, and walked in, purse hung over her arm, parasol over her shoulder, and in her hand. She sat down by the window. They were walking from the square, so they'd probably be here some time soon. She relaxed in the chair, and looked out the window to see if the group was close yet.