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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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(( I gave up long ago on finding a faceclaim so just pretend these icons are of a teenage girl if necessary ))

No one's really messed about with Joker's city.

Frankly, she's glad. She doesn't really want to get into it with anyone with a conscience. It feels a little bit like purposefully throwing stones at a dog. It doesn't matter if the dog is the most vicious thing this side of the world. In the end, it's still a dog who makes those poor puppy eyes and yelps at every successful hit. Besides, a lot of do-gooders are rather cute, honestly, and it's a pity to pick a fight with cute people.

Of course, that doesn't mean there's no one in the city. The freeloading prick in her attic has whispered about a power opposing hers in the city for a while, now. Joker had kept an eye out, at first. You know. Played it safe, played it cautious, watched for anything stopping that careful gathering of energy for the bloated monsters in her deck. But no one had ever come to stop her, or them, or any of it. So, in the end, she'd told the thing to calm down. Relax. The city was still theirs, no competitors or obstacles.

It's made things good pickings. Joker isn't an idiot. She's known for a while that she can close her heart off to the death of strangers with what's probably alarming ease, so long as her own are taken care of... But that doesn't mean she's inclined to be sloppy. Killing people can help the energy a little, she guesses, and it's not really any skin off her back to do so... But why? It's so much easier to coax the creatures she's been given into doing things right to the edge, gathering energy until people might get sick, or injured, or traumatized... but they're still alive, in the end. They'll recover. If they can still do that, then it's fine. Besides, if there starts being a huge murder spree, then she's positive that it will only grab attention over to the city she's spent a good few years cultivating into a perfect harvesting grounds. Then a bunch of people will come over, she'll have to fight them off, and, well. It would be a mess.

This way? This way is much preferable. And it leaves a little bit of blood off her hands, too. She needs to be a little bit clean, at the very least, so that she can wrap her arms around her family and keep herself going. Not in this, exactly, just... in general.

Overall, it's been a success, she likes to think. It's been a success all the way up until tonight, when she's done tucking in her littlest sister to bed with a laugh and a cheek kiss, and has safely seen her eldest pair to the college where they struggle daily. Tonight, when she lets herself step up to the attic and into a place that is distinctly not that, her demanding houseguest whispers frantic worries. It's been doing that for probably a month, now, maybe over, of new powers in town. New powers awakening. Tonight, however, it's more demanding than ever.

It's been good while it's lasted, she supposes.

There's no calling in for this job, unfortunately, and there's something she's been trying to look for about a long as her dear higher power (literally, it's in her attic) has been bothering her about this whole new set of presences. But she's zeroed in on what she's looking for, she thinks. Unfortunate, that it's lead to so many people becoming sick in the office building.... Unfortunate, and not her problem.

What is her problem? The small group of people who've shown up, no doubt because of all the negative energy gathered around the place, sensitive most of all to other magical types outside the purview of mages.

For all her love of drama, of presenting herself in a way that feels more right than anything even if that means ten different kinds of glitter, Joker can be subtle. Her powers are more than just flash and glamour. It's easy enough to go invisible, to lurk lazily at a distance at the unlikely little group that's investigating why there's a shimmer of uneasy silver brightness over the windows which only appears in the dead of night.

Her Diamonds, unfortunately, are not always the most subtle of creatures when they've claimed a space to finally burrow into.

Joker can wait. She's the primary caretaker for a family of eight, after all. Waiting is a skill you learn in that kind of situation, whether you like it or not. She waits until they end up splitting up, and follows the one with pale shaggy hair like worn carpet and eyes too green to belong in a city like this. Well, she follows for a little bit, and then ends up slipping ahead.

Being the "antagonist", in her opinion, is all about the presentation.

And honestly? She couldn't really ask for a better stage. It's only the Seven of Diamonds that she's using tonight, but that's nothing to really sneeze at. Not exactly one of the higher ranking cards, fed fat and almost ready to use, but it's certainly not anything so lowly as a two, either. In its area of affect, where it's had a nice long while to make itself comfortable, the walls of what should be an ordinary office building are warped different, now. No boring plaster here, or eye-searingly dull white lights. Here, now, the walls are quietly tiled a deep sapphire, and neon pink lights stretch out long in the hallways. Steel- no, silver laces through the cracks, and frames the doors.

They guide the way to the wide set of stairs where an elevator should be, and there sits Joker, smiling sly and legs spread down the steps. First impressions are so important, after all, and her eyelids shimmer under brilliant pink. It matches the accents of her outfit, or at least the one she's illusioned onto her being for this particular show.

"So... What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

The last few weeks have been a lot to get used to. As exhausting as it was, the fact is, Ginko is simply more accustomed to working solo than in a team. She knows, of course, that she needs this, and so does the town - but it's still a hell of a change, adapting to working with three other girls, two of whom haven't even had their powers for a year yet.

As such, splitting up to search out the source of this place's recent anomalies comes as almost a relief. It might be risky, taking the chance of being separated when they come across... whatever it is. But they should be able to get back in contact pretty quickly, and she's confident that it's worth getting a few minutes to herself.

Apparently, she really will only be getting a few.

Ginko has been taking her time to begin with, each move measured and cautious as she searches the building - but she slows down further when she sees the girl on the stairs.

Clearly not a regular civilian, or she wouldn't be... here, looking like this. She's reluctant to assume immediately that this girl is somehow responsible for what's going on here, but... well. At a glance, the case for her innocence isn't looking good.

Ginko's hand twitches, adjusting her grip on the narrow needles held between her fingers, and she tilts her head. "...I could ask the same of you."

No innocent confusion, no just plain confusion- just wary caution. Yeah, this definitely isn't someone new to the job. Joker supposes she really does know how to pick 'em.

Well, that just works out for her, now doesn't it?

Feigning befuddlement herself, she points down at the girl. "Hey, hey, I asked first! Come on, now, that's not very fair at all, is it, ta turn a question around like that."

Yeah, that is, uh... not an encouraging response, re: this girl's innocence.

Ginko's brow sets and she casts a pointed glance around the hall. "I'd say it's perfectly fair. I assume you know how suspicious you look right now, sitting right in the middle of all this as if nothing is wrong."

"Well, I mean, there's no way to not look suspicious just by bein' here, right?" Laughing a little, she gestures around the place. Any regular person wandering around would be suspect. She's just owning the whole situation.

"How about we do some introductions, first?" Lowering her hands, she leans back on one and raises the other-

Snap!

Just like that, she's off the stairs and in front of the knight in shining armor, sweeping into a bow. "The name is Joker, and it's a pleasure ta meet such a pretty girl~."

Before Ginko can express how little she wants to introduce herself to someone she found just chilling in the middle of a clearly magic-caused anomaly like it's no big deal, Joker is right in front of her.

Ginko takes a quick step backward and lifts her needles slightly, her eye narrowing. Great, now she's making fun of her - or trying to mess with her, or both.

"--Watch it. You're in no position to be trying this crap."

Does she mean abruptly popping up right in front of her, or calling her pretty? Spoilers, it's both.

"What are you doing here?"

Edited 2018-09-24 20:49 (UTC)

"I mean..." Straightening up, Joker pushes back some of the hair which had slid over her shoulder before. "It seems like the best position ta me."

What better position than on a stage of her own making.

Still, there's no harm in being a little truthful, and she folds her hands behind her back so that she can stride about, back and forth. Under humming pink, she absolutely shines. "At any rate, I'm just looking for something. All signs pointed to this being the best place to look. That's not a crime or anything, right?"

That might actually be the most suspicious thing she's said yet. Incredible.

Ginko keeps a close eye on her as she paces back and forth, all shimmering, glowing confidence, and twists her needles idly between her fingers. "Looking for something? Like what?"

She can keep going, it's a talent of hers.

"Well, some extra pens, paper, the usual stuff you find in boring businesses..." Extending an arm, she lazily waves one hand through the air. "And magical stuff too, I suppose." With her back to her as of yet unnamed new friend, she glances over her shoulder.

"See? I'm bein' nice and explainin' myself! And I still don't know what ta call ya by. Should I come up with one for ya myself?"

Magical stuff. Well, that's pretty goddamn vague - and Ginko is running out of patience.

Ginko's lip curls, and she flips one of the needles between her fingers before pointing it at Joker. "You haven't explained crap. I don't have time for this; have you infested this place with monsters, or are you going to help me find whoever did - or at least get out of the way?"

She finally comes to a pause, one foot half raised with heel to air. "I mean," she drawls, "I technically was never in yer way in the first place. Yer the one who decided ta stop and talk ta me." Twisting around, body jerking to and fro like a half strung marionette, she smiles over at Ginko. Pink lighting really makes purple eyes pop, she must say.

"But yer never gonna get a proper answer if yer not at least a little bit polite, y'know. I mean, what will ya do if I don't answer properly?" She steps forward-

And one step takes her several, until she's right before Ginko and raising one hand to ghost along the other girl's outstretched hand where a needle is a hair away from Joker's own body. "Could ya really hurt another human with this?"

[Traumatized ghost possesses kid and turns into a super edgy Tuxedo Mask except with knives, AMA]

Ginko raises her eyebrows, seeing no need to dignify that with a response. As far as she's concerned, making a point of lounging on the mysteriously-appearing stairs and placing herself directly in Ginko's path qualifies as getting in the way.

And then the girl does that again, and, this time, Ginko reacts a little more strongly. She twists away, shoving Joker away in one movement and flinging the needle in her hand with a flick of her wrist in another. She doesn't aim to hit Joker's wrist - just to puncture her sleeve, knock back her hand with the momentum while Ginko herself takes a step back.

"Do you really want to find that out?"

"Whoa-!" Joker twists right along with the movement, hardly able to be felt as she tries to go along with it... Although it does get her back, that's for sure, and she raises her hands with a laugh. Feisty! But that's good, too. If there wasn't a little bit of energy to this, would it be nearly as fun?

"Not really, actually!" Turning away again, she swaggers to where the needle had landed, slow and steady. Bending down, she picks it up to turn it inbetween her fingers. "Tell ya what... Even if ya still won't give me yer name, Seelie girl, let me keep this-" She taps the butterfly design to her lips, gaze flickering back to the hero on stage.

"-and I'll tell ya what is responsible for makin' this place look like it is."

Man, she's really getting tired of this girl's attitude. Those pins aren't exactly cheap, and she considers telling her as much. But she can't keep going back and forth like this forever - and, even if Joker's answer is obviously bullshit, it'll be something.

"...Fine. What?"

"It's a peacock."

She knows; it sounds like obvious bullshit. But twirling the pin in her fingers before sticking it, with a flourish, into her jacket, Joker continues. "Made of metal, so it's not exactly hard ta miss if ya know where yer lookin'. The shiny jewels on it probably help there, too. A pair make up its eyes, and then there's five big ones on its tail."

Swinging her hand down to her hip, she winks. "There ya go! That's what's makin' this place look like it does. Is that enough ta get me a little more on yer good side now?"

A... peacock. From how she describes it, it does sound like the sort of thing that would be likely to carry some amount of magic, so there's a chance she could be telling the truth. Or, you know, she could easily be full of shit. Time will tell.

"Depends. How do you know that?"

"I mean, it is a metal peacock with shiny jewels," Joker points out, flicking one finger Ginko's way. "S'pretty hard ta miss that when yer around here long enough, innit?"

Also she technically brought it into existence, but that's fine. A minor detail that doesn't really need to be known about right now.

"Maybe," she replies, flatly. "Probably depends on who you are. What makes you so sure it's the source and not a decoy?"

"Do ya deal with a lot of decoys in yer work?" Joker inquires, quite honest although it might not look it. Everything has been so absurdly clean in her territory, after all. She's never left it, having never had reason to, so she has to say she's curious about what other people get up to.

Or is it juts her that's gotten the pushy sentient moth?

"Anyway, there's only one way ta be sure, right?"

"Enough of them." Enough to be very tired, and very suspicious. Then again, the former might have to do more to do with this work in and of itself, while the latter probably has to do with Joker's attitude.

She considers that, for a few moments. "...I suppose there is. But you're going to need to bring me to it in order to find out."

And maybe she can use that time to figure out what this girl's deal actually is.

"Well, it has legs, Seelie girl. It's probably moved on from where I've last seen it." Joker can hone in on its, of course. The Seven of Diamonds is from her deck, gifted to her by the light, and there's a connection that she suspects won't ever fade. And as a Diamond card, well... It definitely has to move around, if it obeys its purpose at all.

Still- "I'll take you ta where I last saw it, how about that?" Tilting her head to the side, she winks and taps one finger to her cheek. "And then we can go from there."

"So, you mean... an actual, walking metal peacock, then. Not a pin, or statue, or anything like that." Man, of course it is. The alternative would be too simple.

She sighs and sets a hand on her hip, fumbling for a moment for lack of any pockets to hide it in. She doesn't mind this costume, usually - it's comfortable, at least, if a little shorter than she would like. But the lack of pockets really does get to her sometimes. "Fine. Let's try that."

She's not thrilled about the prospect of being alone with this girl for an extended period, but she doesn't have time to hunt down her teammates right now. That lack of time is why they had to split up to begin with. She'll just hope that they happen to run into them on the way.

Time will tell whether she gets annoyed enough with that nickname to correct Joker, in the meantime.

Edited 2018-09-26 03:47 (UTC)

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Magical Girl Meme

Ginko

Hortense West (It's Herbert West! only he's a 14 year old cis girl)

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