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Hellwarming Trio	EARLIER <B-anter> Utsuho says, "So... Does anyone know how commercials work?" NOW The coordinates given by Utsuho and Rin lead anyone willing to help (or point and laugh) to a busy city street lined with trailers and recording equipment bearing all sorts of logos for various companies looking to get some more attention from the passing public. Contractors and employees alike scurry about, getting merchandise arrange on tables while more clout-having people make last minute changes to documents undoubtedly covering everything that needs to be said for whatever it is they're trying to shill. Buffet-style trays are lined up on another row of tables to feed the crew middling-quality food, and big dispensers of mostly-cold drinks are all arranged on the end with plates set up to keep the drippage from staining the wooden tables holding everything. Instead of high profile actors handling today's ads, however, it's Elites that are expected to fill the parts. Why not? It's (technically) Utsuho's fault that one of their leads was injured, so of course the company is going to try and milk whatever they can out of the youkai and her friends(?). Thankfully, the Elites aren't expected to perform any high-flying stunts or do any real acting (unless they want to), just to lend their voices and appearances to selling these products they've never actually used or seen before. Utsuho: "I still don't get it." Rin: "Ah, don't worry about it, Okuu. We just gotta follow their directions and remember to do all this stuff on the paper!" If only they knew what they were actually looking at. The first commercial is for a shaving subscription kit, complete with disposable razors, shaving cream, soothing gel, and fancy carrying cases that can be combined with the razors into one use mountain climbing pickaxes. The bird and the cat seem to be having trouble just figuring out how to put the kit together, never mind actually remembering to speak just yet. Surely, somebody must have a use for this weirdly specific combination of things.
Hesinca	Utsuho calls for help. Help arrives. "Alright, Utsuho!" calls Hesinca, emerging from the glowing floor tile that just popped into existence. "I'm here to help, as a fellow Concord member!" "Oh, wait, no, I'm thinking of the other Utsuho." "... Whatever, I'm here anyway. What is it that we're shilling? This thing? Okay, got it." Hesinca takes center stage. "Now introducing... the three-in-one mountain assassin kit," says the demon centaur, holding it in her hands showcase style. "How many times have you said to yourself... I really need to make a trek into this or that mountain range in order to cross out a a secret hidden mountain hermit who has exclusive knowledge of my one true weakness. Too many times, am I right, fellow demon lords?"
Hibiki Tachibana	"How did I get myself into this...?" So Tachibana Hibiki murmurs to herself while stuffing her face with a mostly-okay biscuit from Ye Olde Foode Pile, to grant her the energy she's going to need for this most arduous of tasks. Helping save everybody's favorite hell raven from herself sounded all well and good in the moment, but now that she's here in the middle of all of these bodies moving about and fancy company logos slapped onto things, she realizes she doesn't know the first thing about doing a commercial either. And all these people filming everything they do...? But she /is/ already here, and thus she picks herself up right as she manages a massive gulp of breadstuff, smacking her cheeks a couple times to try and hype herself up. Utsuho and Rin will need all the help they can get, after all. Imagining them trying to do this themselves is a way scarier thought than anything else. How bad can it really be? LESS THAN ONE MINUTE LATER "They turn into /what/? Who in the..." Hibiki keeps her voice quiet while she also tries to figure out just how in the world she's supposed to put this thing together. Or how razors are even supposed to be that sturdy! "Wait, are we already on? Uh..." She clears her throat, opting to add on a less than archdemonic selling point after Hesinca. Her speech is very stiff and forced deep to sounds salesman-y. Or what she thinks sounds salesman-y. "A-And of course...! Even if you're not a demon lord, anyone going on a long hike will need to take care of their body! You don't want to come home looking like a real mountain man, right? Right?" Right? Cough. "A sharp cut and even sharper...picks..." Her attempt at some kind of catchy slogan kind of falls short when she can't make eye contact with the camera and has to look back at the box to remember the brand name.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	The set is disturbed by the steadily louder sound of some sort of chemical thruster, and the whine of an engine. The wash from the hoverbike rattles cars on the street as it passes by, the rock music from loudspeakers rattling their windows. You certainly hear the Green Knight before you see him. As he comes to a stop in the middle of the studio, papers, equipment and food alike are blown from their tables where the bike passes too close. He stops and dismounts once he's past the main food table, the bike powering down and disappearing in a tide of blue light. Besides tight grey jeans and motorcycle boots, he's wearing a black tank top which reads YOU BETTER BELIEVE IM (no apostrophe) Y A G GETTIN ALL THIS YARDWORK DONE ...over a totally rad skeleton in medieval fantasy half-plate with a halberd. There is nonetheless some fright when he reaches out and produces a high-tech axe which meets his considerable height inch for inch, with a head that seems heavy enough to dent any car in the lot with its sheer weight, to say nothing of how comfortably he lifts it. The haft is tapped gently into the ground. A virtual cornucopia of fruits from this world and several others grows from a rapid spread of greenery over the worst examples of 'middling-quality' food, spanning a breadth of flavor and texture profiles. Mild and savory fruits with meatlike textures here, sweet and crunchy beans there, other more spicy legumes with fibrous textures there.
Hellwarming Trio	Rin: "Other Uts...?" Utsuho: "Oh. Yeah. There's another me running around." Rin: "When did this happen?!" Utsuho: "About... Two months ago, I guess?" As Rin goes through a mild existential crisis, Hesinca is the first up to bat in pushing the shaving kit's weirdly specific extra feature. The cameraman looks utterly confused right from the get go, but the rep from the company who is totally named and will be edited in during post-production actually seems intrigued. "An assassin kit...? Unconventional, but that could be an untapped market right there." Hibiki guides things back onto course (sort of) by focusing more on the grooming aspects of the kit rather than its potential murderous functions, getting an approving nod from the rep. "Good, good... Very practical. Maybe if they see just how sharp these are..." Even with that flub at a slogan, the rep is unperturbed as they take one of the demo razors along with a patch of (probably) disposable carpet. The rep holds up the latter for the Elites to see, and shears off a huge chunk of that carpet just by dragging the razor over it. It's actually kind of dangerously sharp. No wonder the assassin thing from before didn't have them freaking out. With that off-camera demonstration concluded, the rep slides over a pre-assembled bag-and-razor pickaxe, almost as if they were expecting the Elites to demonstrate the power of this thing on-camera! What may be worrying or exciting, though, is the fact they've done without providing any immediately obvious objects to test it on. Perhaps detecting this issue as well, the rep slowly starts looking towards Utsuho and Rin (who have finally started coming back over to the group, but their attention is quickly grabbed by the arrival of... Food? Flying food, rather, along with a whole bunch of other stuff getting scattered around by the gusts of wind following Bercilak's hoverbike. The crew is looking considerably more freaked out by his appearance than the rep is, though, as said rep grins confidently underneath their director shades and gestures towards the skeletal beefknight. "That's perfect! Nothing says 'assassin-quality' climbing tools better than being able to crack through that kind of armor! Well? Get to it!" The rep shouts out excitedly, drawing confused looks from the youkai before they turn their gaze towards the skeleton, the centaur demon, and the sole human Elite.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	[Vicinity] Rep: That's perfect! Nothing says 'assassin-quality' climbing tools better than being able to crack through that kind of armor! Well? Get to it! Bercilak turns around, having helped himself to some middling-quality falafel. "Wel afin," he says between bites. "...yet if thou lest to fraist the constaunce of mine armer, I gate to fraist thine own." There's a mischievous grin on his face, as he finishes the falafel in one bite. The armor appears. Thick green plates over black synthetic fiber, in decidedly futuristic sppearance, their indentations the sign of computer-assisted design and machining rather than a smith's arm and mind. He's still smiling when the helmet, with its anachronistic up-swept horns and imposing T-visor, appears over his face. The axe is still out, too. "If thou'rt greed with that, thanne come at me, and durst thou not to forhold thy strength." He throws both arms wide and steps forward, strutting like a professional wrestler entering the ring.
Hesinca	"Hmm?" Hesinca looks over at the director, then over at the green knight... ... the green knight that is issuing a challenge. "... Alright. Okay." The centaur demon starts stretching. "You'll have to excuse me. I'm a little pissed off right now. Not at you, no, don't get me wrong." "It's just the belated realization..." she says, moving one arm and then the other in spirals, making sure she's warmed up. "That I've been out here doing this multiversal-wandering thing for, what, a year? And during all that time... not once. Not once has someone gone and issued me a capital C Challenge. If I could sue the multiverse, I would." "But, okay then. Proper form..." She moves over to stand a few meters away from Bercilak, facing towards him, gripping the razor in one hand and the shaving cream in the other hand. "Know this, Green Knight! You face Demon Lord Hesinca Disastre, Recurring Mid-Boss and Small Business Owner! Your challenge has been heard - and accepted!" And then she charges forward, swinging the razor for his armor while also trying to slam the can of shaving cream at him like a blunt object!
Hibiki Tachibana	With a relieved sigh as the rep apparently digs what they've managed thus far, Hibiki is back on track to thinking this isn't as bad as she was thinking...but /wow/ are those things sharp. Looking at it chewing apart that carpet like nothing, she's suddenly a lot more keen on how they could actually serve as pickaxes. This surprise is maintained when they're ushered towards a proper demonstration. She also looks towards Utsuho and Rin, who have just enough feathers and fur respectively to not need many guesses as to what might be going through the rep's head. She's really hoping that's not the case--when the towering BERCILAK in full 'ready to mow this godsdamned lawn like no tomorrow' gear roars in. She's still kind of more surprised by that then the bounty of delicious meals he produces. "If that's how we're testing it..." She'd rather not have to cut anyone or their belongings up for this, but if he's offering. And the shower of STUFF being whipped around the set from his appearance gives her a sudden burst of inspiration. Instead of going for the pre-made pickaxe, Hibiki swiftly scoops up a set of demo razors and fits them between her fingers like some makeshift knuckledusters. With assassin-quality sharpness quite literally in her grasp, she does what she does best; her awkward stance becomes a prepared one, feet distanced wide, and she shifts--kicking up something off the ground, right as her fist is thrown forward in a punch! It rips into a middling-quality pineapple and nearly splits it apart before a twist of her wrist turns it into four separate parts flying in different directions. Finding this satisfactory, and a lot more natural than trying to do a sales pitch, she faces down the green knight with a focused stare. "...Alright, you asked for it! Even if my arm is probably going to hurt after this one!" Though she's not transformed (yet??), she still packs quite the considerable punch for a teenage schoolgirl as she charges forward to jabcut as deeply into his plate as she can! Will fine quality razors win the day? Or will they fail the test!?
Hellwarming Trio	The rep could not look happier about how things are going. The skeletal knight, valiantly standing ready to test his mettle against their metal. The demonic centaur, liable to tear through anything in her path with nothing more but cream and irresponsibly sharp razors. The almost normal-looking teenager, wielding far more sharp objects at once than any parent would want to see their kids using in a lifetime. Truly, it's a battle set for the ages! The pineapple pieces go flying, the rest of crew is freaking out over getting more fragile equipment out of the way and more carpets carted forward, and the contest of razors against armor begins! Indeed, there's something particularly strange about these razors, and everyone can certainly feel it. A normal razor would be useless against anything denser than a chicken bone, but these seem to be made of some truly magnificent future-tech strong enough to withstand carving through even steel! Whether that's enough to actually do more than buff out some rough spots on Bercilak's armor is another story entirely. The handles on the razors, sturdy as they are, also aren't nearly as sturdy as the super metal itself and likely to break with how hard they're being brandished. The shaving cream is stock standard shaving cream, so it's all useless marketing crap. It smells pretty nice, though, like that light blue flavor with a hint of green, but without becoming overpoweringly minty. Utsuho and Rin aren't going to just stand idly by and watch, either. With their companions of the day already handling the durability and cutting tests, they finish gorging themselves on buffet-table and Bercilak-grown food to grab the PATENTED SOOTHING GEL and start flinging it all over: At Bercilak's armor, at Hesinca's hooves, at Hibiki's face, and some even at the razors themselves! The gel is actually quite good at making those razors glide like they were being swung with a water current (if their handles haven't shattered by then), and there's a distinctly fruit jelly-like smell to it.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	The Green Knight cracks his neck. With a few thoughts, he casts the readout normally provided by his implants to the screen of the helmet. "Hah! I like wel thy spirit, unk both--" is all he gets out before both Hesinca and Hibiki's blows strike him. The armor is tough, and attempts to mitigate their blows each in a different way. Hesinca, using the makeshift pick, a smaller striking surface with the advantage of leverage, is traditionally a Problem for 'guys in metal armor.' In her case, it attempts to 'sap' the momentum by partially allowing the pick through, slowing it down before hardening. The impact is still hard enough to momentarily kneel the knight. Just long enough for Hibiki, using several razors like punch daggers, to come in and stike his left shoulder, in an exposed position after that massive breastplate overlaid atop the plated bodysuit caught Hesinca's pick. For this, the armor attempts to spread out the point of impact by hardening like a ripple just as her strike connects. The armor protects him, and between its strength, hers, and Hesinca's grip, he is flung forcibly backwards, sparks flying from the ground as the thick plates dig gouges into the lot. As a result, a noticeable pit dug into that enormous cuirass when he rises, and a crack in his pauldron, too. When he rises, having struck a him-shaped dent in a trailer, he claps both gauntleted hands together hard enough to make sparks. "THAT WAS WHOLLI FUCKING ILLE!"
Hesinca	Shaving cream, razor blades, and craft services everywhere. And the prinnies aren't even out (yet). Hesinca, post razor-punch, has to shake off the tingling in her fist. "Whoa. That's some tough stuff..." "... And you're still alive," she observes, seeing Bercilak rising from the dented trailer. "So you're not just talk either." Whatever is going on with the actual commercial is utterly ignored at this point. "Usually, when I punch someone wearing armor like that, the shockwave and the resonant frequency stuff liquidates them like soup in a can," she says, exaggerating somewhat. The demon centaur grins, and plants all four hooves on the ground, crossing her arms. "So now - let it be known that Demon Lord Hesinca Disastre does not sally forth on such challenges without renumeration!" "... Which is to say, I issue you the same challenge in return!"
Hibiki Tachibana	A clash for the ages themselves, complete with gel being flung everywhere. And she has to admit, it does feel pretty soothing! Maybe they could duo-market this stuff for more than just these razors. Not that that matters to Hibiki right now, who is in full punch girl mode. But the cleaner cut will definitely help...! Because Bercilak is /sturdy/. Even with his shoulder wide open, she's surprised to see the way the armor reacts very much unlike normal metal, dispersing the force of her blow very neatly. Since she took the challenge to heart and didn't hold one bit of strength back, by the time the Green Knight is flying backwards, Hibiki is left with an arm that's sore all the way up to the shoulder--with her punch-razors' poor handles in various states of 'skewed' to 'where did all the pieces go'. With a huff of exertion, she straightens up and looks down at them, off to the side at Hesinca, and then to the man himself. Though his way of speaking is a little hard for her to get used to, it's also pretty hard to mistake that for anything else. "No kidding! You're pretty 'ille' yourself...sir knight." Is that proper? There's certainly a wry smile on her face. She's having fun. With a turn to the rep, Hibiki lifts up (the remains of) her knives and lets them clatter to the floor. "And these are worth the buy. You might wanna mess with the design a little though..." What's an assassin going to do if their handle breaks? Come on. "It /was/ a two-way challenge," she says as Hesinca stances up, and she also turns back towards Bercilak. This commercial shoot has gotten unexpectedly intense! She's almost forgotten it's one. And then, quietly to herself as she remembers the existence of the Green Knight's most weighty future-axe. "Wait, are we still testing the knives, or...?"
Hellwarming Trio	Somehow, Bercilak's enthusiasm is actually matched by that company's representative in watching these Elites at work, the damage to the trailer not even bothering them in the slightest. The actor inside the trailer might have something to say about that, but... Well. That person's not really relevant here. Besides, they're safe, so no harm no foul! Just as well, too, as that actor quickly hides inside again when Hesinca and Hibiki utter their own challenges to the green knight, complete with a dramatic name-declaration from the former and an incredibly relevant question from the latter. That's when the representative finds an opportunity for product #2. "Great question, kid! A little more name-declaration from you and Ye Jolly Green Giant here won't hurt one bit, buuuut only if you don't have parents or agents that might come after us. Before you all move on to round two..." They scurry around to trio of physical testers, handing over what looks like reversed vests/wearable chestpieces. Although they're lightweight, they feel quite sturdy and made of something designed to take a hit before collapsing, and there's something lightly shaking inside of the blindingly yellow and red target markers plastered on the front. The rep slides back out of the way, then hands some sheets of paper to Utsuho and Rin. It takes a moment for the youkai to read all that over, but then they clear their throats as they go into the dreaded AD READ in the most stilted tones they can muster while leaning into the camera. Utsuho: "'Hello. Have you ever been in a dangerous situuuaaaation where Elites are nowhere to be found?'" Rin: "'Or worse, somewhere Elites might not normally find you? And your life was ontheline?'" Utsuho: "'Never fear.' Uh. 'Fear! There is now. A solution.'" Rin: "'Watch in wonder as our team of experts demonstrate.'" Utsuho: "'But wait there's more. For only-'" Rin: "Not yet, Okuu!" Utsuho: "Oh." The pair move out of the way of the camera, and it's time to test... Whatever those chestpieces are! The representative doesn't actually say, of course, but there's small buttons on the inside of each chest piece. When pressed, the front target starts discharging a copious amount of sparks along with dramatic explosion noises that'll continue for a minute straight! Hitting the chestpieces, meanwhile, create an even bigger and potentially blinding explosion of sparks and noise, but for a somewhat shorter time. A particularly devestating blow, meanwhile, might just blow out some eardrums or shatter some windows with the noise and amount of (mostly) harmless sparks flying around. At least they're non-toxic and don't smell bad!
Hibiki Tachibana	"Well, I kind of have...both...?" Hibiki has the chance to respond to the 'parents or agents' bit for however much that's worth when they're being ushered to test the next thing already, taking the vest and looking over it. A few experimental tosses and turns have her weighing it and trying to figure out exactly how tough it is while Utsuho and Rin perform (UN)PAID ADVERTISEMENT. Wait, that didn't actually tell them anything! But she's better at 'doing' than dealing with explanations anyway. "If they're meant to hold out against that kind of danger, they must be something," she says while trying to work the thing on the right way and getting it to something resembling comfortable. It's backwards at first but she fixes that. It's actually by pure chance she brushes along one of the buttons. And turns herself into a mobile sparkler, at first to surprise and then to pursed lips when the sounds of cool explosions are brought right to her ears. Over and over and over again! "I see...I think! So they're meant to draw attention to you so you can be rescued!" By genre shifting you straight into tokusatsu. Honestly not a bad idea! And if those knives held up to the test... Hibiki brings her fists in and tenses her arms up at her sides, elbows up and legs spread some. A readied stance to recieve any blow, chest puffed out! ...After she's turned off the SFX, anyway. With a deep breath, she nods towards Bercilak. "Then let's see how tough it really is! Don't hold back on us...!" It's only right after he asked the same of them! Don't try asking knights in ultra-hi-tech armor to sock you really hard at home, kids.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	[Vicinity] Hesinca: Sorry, it sounds like you were saying that was sick? [Vicinity] Bercilak:, Verily. [Vicinity] Bercilak: That shit is governacious! [Vicinity] Hesinca: So now - let it be known that Demon Lord Hesinca Disastre does not sally forth on such challenges without renumeration! ...Which is to say, I issue you the same challenge in return! [Vicinity] Hibiki: It /was/ a two-way challenge. "Verily it was," says Bercilak with clear amusement, dusting a sizeable chunk of pavement from his pauldron and approaching further. [Vicinity] Hibiki: Then let's see how tough it really is! Don't hold back on us...! Oh, boy. Here it comes--he lifts the axe high--only to be interrupted. "Nay, the vibcraciouns are al unrighte," he says, waving the vest away. "Bisideforth, it goeth not with mine armer." And immeediately, he makes his first swing. Just as Hesinca had make a downward arc with the pick, he aims precisely with the flat of the axe's heel in a downward arc, at approximately the same spot. His spacing, gait, shoulders and the placement of his hands on the axe are all precisely adjusted to attempt this in as exacting a fashion as possible to be the 'same' as what was given. As soon as the blow lands, his whole body seems to shift gracefully into a new position to face Hibiki, to the right. Her attack had been a thrust, using the shoulder and elbow. His momentum fuels a surprisingly agile leap, knee forward, a thrust with the weapon's toe his attempt to mimic her attack. When it's made, there's no further attempt, and the axe vanishes in blue light, like his bike before it. Even if someone smashes his face after, he's taken his payment. "If thou art biloven of challaunge, thanne I bisaie we thri each shall thrice ifighte as allies--I with thee," he says, gesturing to Hibiki, "And thee and I," with the axe hand, gesturing to Hesinca. "Thou shalt unk bothe espy thy herts iheled faster thanne e'er bifore, ohwilse we ifighte togeder. But..." "If, owhils we art allied, I decide I lest to fighte thee, thanne thou must accept, for I am the Green Knight, and my blessing cometh not withoute the preving of one's mettle."
Hesinca	"Hmm? Yeah, yeah- screw the vests, we're busy!" Hesinca doesn't accept one. (They might not have one that'd fit the 10' tall demon centaur, anyway.) She braces against Bercilak's blow, taking it squarely, her armor denting a bit... but the rest of her barely moving from the blow. "Hmm? Oh, offering power at a price? Oh, that I definitely understand. You got it."
Hibiki Tachibana	Hesinca is struck first, and to Hibiki's somewhat-trained eye, she can discern that he's gone for the same point that he was struck at before. He took the terms of the challenge very literally, it seems. And it gives her a heads-up on what he may do when it comes time to spin her way, not that it changes what's going to happen--she stands tall, even with that heavy axe coming in upon her! The knight, for all his armor, is unexpectedly fast...! And the vest, which thankfully covers that part of her body, emits a shower of blindingly bright sparks on contact, followed immediately with a resounding roar! She placed as much force as she normally could behind her own punch, so the equivalent strike manages to offset her balance and sends her stumbling backwards several paces--holding the point of impact but unharmed, in true toku-smack fashion. After a brief look at it, and a chuckle, she straightens herself back up and faces the knife. The offer seems to catch her somewhat by surprise, after she takes a moment to both process and think it over, with a tilt of her head and a brief closing of her eyes. In the end though, she ends up staring him back down with a nod, and a small grin. "...So I'll have to prove myself for it, if you want to go a round. Alright. Since I don't think either of us got to see what the other could really do here, I'll accept. We'll fight together...and if it comes down to that, I'll think of it like training." Bercilak is...a flavorful fellow, which is easy to tell from their brief interactions here, but not a bad one. She thinks this might even be a chance to get to know him better.
Hellwarming Trio	"Hm. Yeah, nah. Just you showing up is enough, then. No names." The representative answers Hibiki with a curt shake of their head, adjusting their cool suit shades and squatting by the cameraman to keep the cameras rolling. They grin widely when Hibiki figures out the purpose of THE TOKU BUTTON, raising a hand in the briefest of thumbs ups before muttering to the cameraman to focus on all those sparks, both from the button use and from THE IMPACT. The chestpiece on Hibiki holds up admirably to the strikes from the flat of Bercilak's axe, letting loose an even greater array of spark-laden explosions than from merely pressing the button. They're still ultimately consumer-grade protective gear made on a budget, though, and it doesn't take long before they crack and release their massive payload of sparks right at Bercilak like a shotgun of fireworks. Luckily, they're no more dangerous than a big burst of fireworks to the face and certainly not as dangerous as an actual shotgun. Anyone behind Bercilak might be freaking out a bit, but that's the cost of doing a live test like this. The representative does seem a little disappointed by Hesinca's refusal of the chestpiece, but not too surprised because of the size difference between the centaur and the human-sized gear. They do, however, look rather intrigued by that agreement being formed by the three, but eventually signals to Utsuho and Rin as the sparks (finally) start to die down. Utsuho: "... Now?" Rin: "Now." Utsuho: "'But wait there's more. For only a small upgrade fee from our monthly sbupscription, you can get this vest ab-so-lutely free.'" Rin: "'That's right, doc. Would you put your safety at risk over thirty more credits a month? Week? Wwwweek?'" Utsuho and Rin: "'No, I don't th-'..." Utsuho: "..." Rin: "..." Utsuho: "'No, I don't think so. Order now.'" Rin: "'-now!'" "And that's a wrap! Good work here, everyone." The representative/director signals to the crew, clapping once while approaching the three. "You did way better than we expected. As promised, their role is done-" They gesture dismissively towards Utsuho and Rin, then signal towards the cameraman. "He'll bring your payment out soon." It takes a bit longer before the cameraman realizes that he's been conscripted to bring them anything: Each of the trio gets a fresh set of shaving supplies, weird carrying case/pickaxe combo, and one of those spark-generating chestpieces. They don't look quite like the pieces they were tasked with testing, though, feeling just a bit flimsier and a little less polished than the on-screen versions. Coming soon to a theatre near you! Or a local pharmacy's 'as seen on TV' section.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	With the challenge accepted, the Green Knight extends his hand, palm down. Urging Hibiki and Hesinca to do the same, there is a brief stirring in the air. The covenant is struck, and his armor disappears, revealing his grinning face. In the middle of the lot, his bike appears anew, constructed rapidly seemingly from thin air, in bit by molecular bit, as if being 'unerased.' He hops astride it, the wash from the engine starting to blow as soon as it's in the air. It's thickly plated in brutalist angles, the kind of construction that screams 'military surplus.' Naturally, it's green, too, with golden motifs of alien hounds in chase of prey. There's a roar from the chemical thruster at the back as he takes off, belching a sharp needle of blue flame, which becomes a light trail as it climbs higher into the sky. As the wind whips through his mohawk, he makes a pass over the lot, offering a wave to the both of them. There's no fear of battle in either Hibiki or Hesinca, but what draws them to fight? He's looking forward to the answer.