PMMM Rebellion - Portents 8
| PMMM Rebellion - Portents 8 | |
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| Date of Cutscene: | 18 February 2014 |
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| Synopsis: | Homura, Oriko and Kirika have a talk. |
| Cast of Characters: | 2 |
| Tinyplot: | PMMM Rebellion |
Homura closes the door of the loft behind her; she's dressed in a fancy suit today, the one she took from Jack Noir's closet a few weeks back. Evidently she's going somewhere important, she just needs to get something outside the house real fast. Food, mostly, so nobody whines while she's gone.
"Akemi Homura~," comes the voice of ORIKO MIKUNI, whose poofy white dress flutters on the roof above. Homura's immediate reaction is to pull out a firearm, even in broad daylight like this, though in the time it takes her, the other girl has already moved down behind her, now accompanied by KIRIKA KURE, whose eyepatch and large axe-claws make her as hostile as ever.
"Mikuni Oriko. Kure Kirika. One reason I shouldn't kill you right now?"
"For one you can't take us both on," Kirika spits out with venom.
"For two we only came to say hello," Oriko smiles.
"Armed and transformed?" Homura does not seem to be buying it.
Oriko frowns, as a result. "You'd shoot us on sight, so we have to be careful, right? Anyway, I wasn't lying. I just have a message for now."
"Is your message that you're going far away never to show up again? I'd like that," Homura says with a dry smile.
"Ah, no~. The message is that... I think I know what you're up to." Oriko's voice and face turns extremely serious. Homura seems angered by this.
"You don't know anything. I know this because I haven't even decided what I'm going to do yet, so there's no way you can be sure." She says.
"You're correct, I can't be sure. I can't even be sure it's you. But, if it is, Akemi Homura... isn't it ironic we'd be fighting over this again, with reversed roles? I'll protect this city, though. No matter the cost."
Homura snaps. A gunshot echoes through the district, but the bullet never makes it to its mark. Kirika's form has lunged forward, and then past the girl, coming to a rest behind her. The bullet falls onto the floor in three chunks of metal, and Homura's suit has three claw marks on one shoulder.
Oriko sighs. "Let's leave, Kirika. We said hello~."
Then they're gone. Homura clicks her tongue and glances at the injury on her shoulder. She heads back inside to take care of that. Someone else can handle grocery shopping, she's going to be late at this rate.
