[because frills would just make this more traumatic than it needs to be.]


[a human sniffle. concerned growling.] -What's that, boy? [clatter. more soft growling.]

...a 'Gear or somethin'...Ruby? Ya ninny ya're in this mess too, right?

...


Chief? Papa? There's something real screwy goin' on...we're just as real as real gets, what kinda nut would even think up somethin' like...

[growwwwwwl :c.]

Where is this island, anyways? Is it another one "outside a' time"? That's gotta be it.

Question.

Did the island turn into a Japanese animation, or am I dreaming again?

[Kate is sitting at Sheska's desk at the precinct. Yes, she serving as the temporary dispatcher/secretary while the current one is, you know, a mouse.]

You know what? You all have officially lost it.

[She pops a M&M in her mouth. Judgmentally.]

WHO: Pretty Magical Girl Aisling and The Once-ler (Others can have their own threads, but may not interfere with those two.)
WHEN: Mid-afternoon to evening of Nov, 29
WHERE: A blighted clearing in the middle of the forest
WHAT: A showdown between enemies to decide the fate of the forest
WARNINGS: Violence, deforestation, self-sacrifice, language?? That's enough to be going on with. More may be added.

( The Scene )



( The Action )

... since some people seem to require it, it's probably best to indulge their whims.

Phantom Thief Magical Brigade Chief!  This is Kowa-Kaito-Kyon, and I'm officially calling you out!

Whatever it is that that means, in any case.  Regardless, I won't let you confiscate what I have rightfully stolen.  I'll be taking into 'protective custody' every magic wand, power gem, soul sword, or other transformative item on this island, if that's what it takes to keep them out of your hands.

As of this moment, you may consider it... a race.

...your days of peace and relaxation have now just come to an end.  Unless I, the Master of Magnetism, get what I want, your days will end in chaos.

Return what has been taken from me no later than noon tomorrow, or I will alter the magnetic fields of this island and turn every skyscraper in the city into a magnetic superconductor.  Your computers will be wiped.  Your cars, your change, even your fillings pulled away from you to make a monument to my greatness.  The streets will become a whirlwind of shrapnel.  Your power systems disrupted.  And, of course, when a large enough electrical charge has been built up... you will all, ultimately, be destroyed by the largest bolt of lightning the world has ever seen.

Cease your petty squabbles and pay heed... pay tribute... or you will all die.

[ Miss Romanoff has a peculiar expression on her face, holding an empty box of Waitress So So's upside down, shaking it slightly. She looks almost... calm.

Too calm. ] I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for Twinkles, I can tell you I don't have any. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you buy me more snack cakes, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

So uh, maybe this is a dumb question but. Is it just me or have things been particularly... sparkly... around here lately?