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Magical Girl Meme

Pretty basic concept here, sometimes teenage girls have magic powers for fighting evil (or doing evil if that's how they roll) and that's just how it is. Usually it's a secret but maybe it's not?? Maybe there are also ways to get magic that don't require you to be a girl.

Who knows, it's up to you, this is a loose-concept/AU meme! Just warn for your violence/existential horror/embarrassing teenage sexual tension in the subject lines.

1. First Transformation: Surprise, you've got magic powers! And they come with a costume that you… probably like? Maybe you don't, I don't know your life.

2. Into Battle: Possibly connected to that last prompt, oh dang, there’s some kind of monster or something. Whether you’re new at this or not, you might wanna fight that before it wreaks too much havoc.

3. Confrontation: Those monsters (or disasters, or brainwashed minions, or whatever) have to be coming from somewhere. Whether it's the first time or the fiftieth, it's time for the hero(es) to come face to face with their nemesis.

4. Prep Time: Teams, whether they're good or evil, tend to work better if they have some kind of a game plan. Or maybe you can't predict your opponent's next move so you're just doing some team-building exercises, who knows.

5. Hostage Situation: Someone's been captured! Maybe the villains have taken a heroic magical girl prisoner, maybe the good guys have siccessfully captured one of their opponents, or maybe you're just a bystander/non-magical ally/love interest who… may or may not know why you've been kidnapped. It's a little awkward, but maybe this could be a good chance to talk.

6. Slice of Life: Not even magical girls can fight all the time, alright - but there's always a risk of worlds colliding. Maybe you're getting some well-deserved downtime, trying to go on a date, or just going to school like a normal teen. And… well, time will tell if it stays normal.

7. The Secret Come Out: You probably hoped this day wouldn't come (unless you were actually kind of hoping it would, like a weirdo), but here it is. Someone's found out who you are. Is it worse if they're a loved one or just some rando, who knows!

8. Wildcard: I can't tell you how to live your life, do what you want!

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She will absolutely be judged.

Ginko gives a startled yelp, but she was already tensed to react; she makes a grab for where she's guessing Joker's shoulder is, fired up to pull out a handful of life force. It won't be much; just enough to try and slow her down, hopefully get her powers to flicker. She would rather not risk accidentally... you know, sending Joker into a coma or something.

Yeee-ikes! It's not the shoulder, but close enough, considering the fistful of jacket sleeve that Ginko gets. Joker grits her teeth, still stubbornly grinning throughout it all even as she dismisses the illusion outright. Ginko might, for a brief second, see a glimmer of deep colors beneath the brilliant white suit Joker has been wearing up until this point, but then it's gone in the blink of an eye.

And maybe a kick Joker tries to lodge right into Ginko's stomach to get her off of her, but who's counting. All Joker knows is that she needs to do is get off real quick. She's seen the kind of things that Ginko can do with those threads of hers, and she's nowhere near as tough as some of her beasties.

The kick is at least enough to knock the wind out of Ginko, and her grip falters as she gasps and stumbles. The instant she's had even a moment to recover, though, she flings a pin at Joker, aiming for her hand.

She must be here after something, and Ginko wants to find out what.

A yelp hops out of her when the pin digs into her hand, fingers spasming and the medicine bottle dropping through the air. Immediately, she ducks forward to snap it up again, juggling it frantically. "Hey hey hey hey-!"

To avoid getting caught, she knows she should just make a run for it while she can... But after the mess tonight has become, then getting this is the absolute least she can do. There's no way she can just ditch it behind.

That got a reaction - and Ginko tackles her again, making another grab for her life force. If she can weaken her just a little, maybe she can get some goddamn answers... starting with what's in that bottle.

Well. Joker can't say she wasn't expecting that, or something worse. She hits the ground with a grunt, already feeling herself getting drained. This is really the worst situation she could get in-

"So rough, Ginko! Ya gotta be gentle with a girl's first time!"

-and yet, she's really, truly incapable of not saying shit.

That doesn't mean she's not desperate, and she tries to snake her arm up to grab a fistful of Ginko's hair. Anything to distract her, loosen her grip.

Fortunately, Ginko isn't interested in knocking Joker out - she just pulls away a fistful of energy, twisting her hand so that the thread of life-force snaps before she takes too much.

Joker is, however, really making her wish that she could knock her out without fearing for her safety. She's halfway to getting a reply out to that bullshit when Joker grabs her hair, and she hisses through her teeth, twisting out another sliver of energy. She's more cautious this time, though; she can only risk taking so much.

So she'll just make a grab for that bottle with her other hand.

"No!"

For a brief second, the usual casual and taunting mask seems to slip off in response to Ginko snatching away the bottle. Joker is exhausted at this point, both from summoning her Club to what Ginko has pulled out... But adrenaline boosts can do a lot for a person, and magical girls aren't exempt from their existence. She tries to drive a knee up into Ginko's abdomen, frantic to get her to drop it.

Ginko grunts at the knee to her gut, rolling off Joker - but that reaction makes her all the more determined to hold onto this bottle, if that's what it'll take to figure out what the hell is going on.

She stumbles to her feet, teeth gritted, and points another pin at Joker, stealing a brief glance at the bottle of pills. Just what is so important to her? "What, exactly, is all this about?"

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Balls and fuck.

There's no slipping out of this now. Or, if there is, it would come at a cost, and it's not one that she's willing to pay. So Joker goes still down on the ground where she got dumped after not being able to get one up over Ginko, hair falling messily over her face. For once, not picture perfect.

If she's going to be pulling in on all her power... She can ease up on some of the stuff she's done just for fun.

"Wotcha think it is, Ginko?" she asks, struggling to pule a smile onto her face. But it's strained, dark, pulled tight as her brain races to think of what she can possibly do in this situation. What can she even say? What lie would be good enough? It's Ginko, ever cautious and wary and who hardly ever believed her even when she was telling the truth. There's no good answer, but maybe something that will incline Ginko to decide it's not worth fighting her over. "Just a lil' pain medication, somethin' ta sell on the side. All of ya are really makin' it hard for a decent girl like me ta make a livin'."

It's not true from the first word, with Joker's mind just running a mile a minute with whatever she can come up with. But all she can hope is that Ginko lets it slide, doesn't look too or think too hard or know the medication's name.

Because of course it's not painkillers. Those... They can live without, her and her family. Pain isn't anything new, and they make do with over the counter shit. Most of the time, it's nothing big - just her, or Dagger, or Beast, their missing limbs aching. They can survive that. And Doll, when her injured face aches, she claims the same, although they all fuss regardless.

But sometimes... Sometimes there's infection, to worry about. Stuff where it's a coin toss on if it'll get better or worse, and, if it's the latter, they can't afford to go to the hospital to get it treated. Hell, Doll is such a bleeding heart, she'd no doubt hold it in for as long as possible, and it'd be even worse.

So... Joker takes things into her own hands. She's been taking things into her own hands for years, and, the last three, it's just been a little different. The lie she spins is that she's found a nurse willing to sell her things on the side. A bleeding heart with an empty wallet that needs filling.

But this is the truth, and she doesn't now how she's going to snatch it out of Ginko's hands again. Not yet. Just - give her a couple of seconds.

It just... doesn't ring true. Granted, a lot of what Joker says doesn't ring true, even things she has no reason to be lying about; it's just something about how she talks, Ginko is pretty sure. Everything is a performance, everything is a show, everything is fake even if it's technically true.

But. This is odd. It's not like Joker to drop appearances like this, even a little. And while Ginko can't quite pinpoint it just yet, there's something almost frantic about the way she reacts. It's not quite the same as her usual bullshit.

So why?

"Seems like an awful lot of effort to shill some painkillers." She holds carefully still, only allowing herself the briefest glance to see if she can read the label. She's no pharmacist, of course; she doesn't expect to have any idea what the long-ass string of chemical words mean.

But, hey, maybe she'll pick something up. Like a warning that these are super strong painkillers, do not sell if you're a teenage criminal. That'd at least lend Joker's story some credence.

That at least makes Joker laugh a little more honestly. "Ta be fair, there wasn't a lotta effort until ya showed up."

Just a simple little night out. Something vaguely enjoyable while she finished an errand. How was she to know that her lucky stars weren't shining in the sky tonight?

Still, she hopes she can get away with at least getting her feet back underneath her...

"Well, maybe you should have thought about that beforehand." There's a kind of flat not-quite-patience to her voice, now that she seems to have the upper hand for even a second. Like a teacher who has had Enough Of Your Shit.

No big ol' warnings that might make the contents look like an appealing product for drug dealing, and she only gets a glimpse at the name--

The name. Hang on.

Ginko's brow creases, just a slight twitch in her expression. "...the hell?"

Wow! She sure doesn't like that as a reaction!

Joker freezes, wondering if Ginko has noticed what she's trying to do, or if she's seen something she hasn't... but then she realizes where Ginko is looking, and feels her stomach do some absolute bullshit.

"Somethin' up, love?" she asks, getting her feet in position. Okay. Okay. She just has to wait for the right moment, and she can jump her, maybe, get it out of her hand, and once that's it... Well, Joker guesses she tries this whole "frantically scrambling around like an arsehold" bit again. Maybe a little more successfuly.

Ginko examines the bottle another moment longer. She didn't fully recognize the drug name, not right away - it just seemed familiar.

But now it's clicked.

She looks back to Joker and holds up the bottle, pointedly facing the label toward her. "These aren't painkillers."

The unsaid second statement is implied in her tone: And you know that. Joker's fumbling for this bottle has been too directed, to purposeful for her to have simply grabbed some pills without knowing what they are. And, frankly, if the desperation weren't suspicious enough, Ginko is pretty sure nobody is out there using antibiotics recreationally, even really strong ones.

So, seriously, what the fuck.

"What do you actually want these for?"

Ffffffffffffffffffuck-

Joker's smile twitches. She wasn't expecting Ginko to recognize the name on that bottle, or at least recognize what it isn't. Still, she has to try pushing forward, because she really doesn't have anything better right now.

"Now what makes ya say that?"

"Just the fact that this is an antibiotic." Pretty straightforward, she figures. Not that she's got any plans to explain how she knows that. "But it's not like you grabbed the wrong bottle, is it?"

Her brow creases, just slightly, as she talks - this time less out of irritation than, believe it or not, concern. Joker really wanted this, and that amount of drive to get hold of a bottle of antibiotics is a little worrying.

Joker lets loose a breath that sends her bangs fluttering, hands clenching and relaxing near her legs where she's not quite stood up yet. There goes any chances of her lying further about this, when part of the truth is right there in the open. That doesn't mean she's particularly eager to let anymore of it slip from between her fingers.

"Well, ya can do a lot with antibiotics, can't ya?" she says, tapdancing around an answer to the previous question. Maybe if she just keeps talking, Ginko will forget she ever asked it. It's a tactic that Joker's used before, and she hopes it'll keep her going this time. "But I'm rather impressed, Ginko! So many complicated medical names, most folks don't care about learnin' the proper names even if they've been on 'em. Yer folks doctors or the like? Or is there another reason ya know it?"

There she goes again. Never a single goddamn straightforward answer.

Not that Ginko is interested in giving any straightforward answers of her own about herself, but at least she doesn't plan on lying outright, either. Even if the pestering about herself, her folks, makes her grit her teeth for a moment.

"I try to remember that kind of thing." No mention of why she'd know to begin with. "You haven't answered me. What do you think you have to lose?"

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