Scene #7599: GUDAGUDA Bancho Brawl ~interlude; like a summer whirlwind~

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Muramasa	With a popsicle left skewering a challenge aimed at every contender of the Bancho Beach Brawl, the mysterious hero of summer, Summer Island Mask, has declared his intent to defeat them all in one fell swoop loud and clear. The setting is, of course, the very same beach that they were given their introduction to this year's summer celebration at by Nobunaga, placed conspicuously in front of a Japanese high-school; nevermind why there'd be a school on the beach, of course. A sudden shadow is cast, as standing upon the flagpole extending from the schoolground and high into the sky, is the man himself bedecked in his signature golden mask and his new Summer apparel, most notably his bright blue ARTS shirt flapping in the wind. "I am Summer Island Mask!" "Have...at...you........." He'd expected more opponents, truthfully, but what could you do? Actually, from this distance and through his mask, he couldn't really tell who it was that'd shown up with Hibiki and Staren. Ah, well, did it really matter? Banchos didn't care who got caught up in their business, after all. Leaping off of his perch, a wave of summer snacks, poolside toys, and other various nic nacs and souvenirs rain upon them like bright and childish mortars, "SUMMER ATTAAAAAAACK!"
Ioanna Langstrom	You don't really question things like 'high schools on the beach' as a Multiversal native. That just happens sometimes. It's like asking the teacher why they have tentacles coming out of their face - you just don't do it, because the answer is either going to be obvious, or make no sense. So Ioanna Langstrom hasn't really been questioning it. On the contrary, she's been having a lovely day. She's stretched out on a beach chair under a pleasant sky. Next to her is a cooler with a bunch of mixed drinks in metal containers - you don't put that sort of thing in a thermos like a barbarian. Sitting on the thermos is a music player in the style of a mid-2000s Earth CD player; what sounds like a mix of birdsong, accordian, and drums has been playing across the beach since she set it up. On top of that CD player is a large book of mythopoetry bookmarked with a nice little slightly-girly pink tuft of fur. Sitting next to the CD player is the wrapping of an ice cream sandwich, crunched up so it won't easily blow away in the beach wind. A folded-up umbrella lays in the sand behind her. There's a fishing rod stuck in the sand in front of her with a little bell on it. For the past two hours or so she's been napping in her chair. It's warm, it's quiet - curiously quiet, though she chalked that up to the hour of the day - and it's just so relaxing. Eventually she might even take a dip. She did say she wanted to test the late-stage prototype's adaptation features underwater, and she did requisition it so she didn't have to wash a swimsuit. And then her nap is completely obliterated by the sound of high-impact objects whistling through the air. In a single motion she whirls to her feet, grabbing the fishing rod and the umbrella out of the sand. In the second motion she kicks her beach chair up, slamming it down with one foot as an impromptu barricade. The pool toys rain down like bombs. What she doesn't deflect hits the sand around her in an unpleasantly familiar bombardment, crashing sand all over her. The music from her CD player cuts out. There is a chance that her cooler has been blown open, and that her book is ruined. She stands up. Ioanna Langstrom is a woman with very generous curves. The difference between her and the Altrias - Rhongomyniad, Saber, Saber Alter, and so on - is obvious in more than one way. But the chiefest among them is her outfit. None of the actual Sabers would ever wear such a revealing black two-piece with green stripes to highlight her eyes and contrast her hair. Hell, none of them are stylish enough to pull it off. The umbrella is slung over her shoulder. The fishing rod is brandished like a sword. A look of irritation disappears in an instant as she starts walking forward, glancing at the ruined CD player. She strides. Part of requisitioning the Alter Gear prototype, of course, is that it also comes with the OmniCannon. The fishing rod is the OmniCannon. Ioanna slings the fishing rod to the side. The hook crackles with electricity. It goes right past Summer Island Mask. He might think she missed. Until she jerks the hook backwards. She's trying to grab him by the collar and drag him forward so she can beat the shit out of him. She's not happy right now, Muramasa.
Hibiki Tachibana	EARLIER: Breaking the somewhat heavy atmosphere that some recent events have left, Tachibana Hibiki is reminded of the BANCHO BEACH BRAWL courtesy of one very skillfully placed challenge. Remembering the fire in her chest during that very first encounter, her summer spirit is reignited--and Miku has been wanting to take her back there anyway. Seriously, it really is the perfect season getaway. NOW: "He really is a lot more fired up when it comes to this alter ego of his, huh...? It's honestly kind of impressive." The blonde notes to herself more than anyone as she stares up towards their foe for the day as he towers dramatically over the scene. With her jacket-as-waistcoat and hands in her pockets, plus the addition of a piece of straw in her mouth, she fits the 'delinquent appearance' quota again, she's pretty sure. This, too, was a suggestion from a certain someone else. That said, this initial attack might look childish, but that doesn't make it any less painful. Hibiki learned her lesson after the kind of crap Nobunaga pulled. Still, even untransformed, she manages to dash forward through the storm while battering delicious treats and summertime items away with swipes of her forearms as she advances, more of them battering the sands around her. Once she picks up where Summer Island Mask is going to drop--or rather, be pulled down to... "Miku, now!" This one was Hibiki's idea. Conveniently offscreen from the themed barrage from above, a black-haired girl keeping their future spot on the beach occupied tips up her sunhat, all too happy to chuck a beachball with surprising throwing power and accuracy straight for her. Hibiki jumps for it. And whirls into a rising kick that almost threatens to break the poor thing right open. But it barely doesn't, instead getting launched up to meet Summer Island Mask and smash him in the face harder than something made of plastic has any right to, complete with an immensely satisfying 'bonk'.
Staren	Two 'delinquents' walk in from the hub, smiling: Staren is dressed as some kind of SCIENCE DELINQUENT, with her signature calf-length labcoat worn over a dark-blue serafuku with sea-green neckerchief and extra-long skirt; She's wearing a compact gasmask over her nose and mouth that somehow doesn't muffle her voice, and her usual scarf is tied in her hair at shoulder-height to keep it out of her face. Black tights and sneakers complete the 'I'm so rebellious I break the school dress code but not rebellious enough to ditch the uniform and wear whatever' look. The blue messenger bag hangs at her side, with what appears to be a wooden bad covered in high-tech greebles sticking out of it. And next to her... is also Staren, a male one, 5'8" and dressed in a black gakuran... well, sort of. His hair is dark red and floats around as if in invisible water, with the ends sort of grouping into tendrils, his eyes have undifferentiated red sclera and irises, his skin is pale, almost grey, and the 'gakuran''s jacket is actually a long coat with ragged ends, split in back for the tail, worn open to bare his chest. His own scarf is bright red like his eyes and he's got a belt buckle with a skull on it to complete the 'delinquent' look. She walks up with the others while he hangs behind. Staren points dramatically: "The true bancho is I, Staren Wiremu! And I'll prove it with the power of SCIENCE, Summer Island Mask!" The Ghost cheers from the sidelines, "Woo! Go me!" And then... DESTRUCTION RAINS FROM THE HEAVENS! In the form of... supersonic candy?! The sand around Staren is kicked up... but as it falls, Staren is unscathed, standing in a defensive posture while activating something in her coat... but in front of her floats the ghost, projecting some kind of forcefield! "Alright, you know what? How often do I get the chance to be full of psychic power? I gotta use it, just once, you know?" Staren nods, eyes smiling, and a double-barreled shotgun with bits of wire and jewel and jade on it warps into her hand. She holds it up in the air and the ghost spins, slapping it with his hand and causing a high-pitched whining sound like charging electronics as the device glows blue-white, overloading energy arcing over it. Staren takes aim and fires one barrel, then the other, supercharged blasts of ice magic flying out to try and freeze Summer Island Mask and make it a bit easier for everyone else to beat on him... 'Everyone else' including the ghost, which charges up some kind of electrical attack and then holds his hands forward, palm out, releasing a bolt of lightning! "How's this?! Is this the show you wanted? Let's make it a big fight!"
Muramasa	" -- ?!" Hibiki's two-prong attack leads to a volleyball rocketing at his face with such force and speed that it splits the air. How was that thing not busting apart at the seams? What a silly question; because of her summer spirit, of course. Summer Island Mask responds in kind, "Spiiiiike!" and thrusts his palm up in an attempt to fire it back at her, successfully pushing it back up into the air after a tense moment where it looked like he might lose the battle with the spinning ball. "U....uooooh!" It left visible burn marks on his hand, and from the limp look of his arm, it might not have been his best idea -- but never fear, for Summer Island Mask is always prepared for any adversity that comes his way, as he leaps up, spinning like a whirlwind as he fires it straight back at Hibiki with his knee! "SUMMER SHOT!" But, his flaring summer heat is dampened as he finds himself being chilled in the air in such a way that snow and frost visibly begins forming on his body, "Wah?!" He falls flat in the sand and rolls around for several moments to try and warm himself up, but, the ice now irregularly coating his body just wouldn't thaw fast enough, and he didn't have time to sit around like this. He'd just have to keep up the fight as is. "B...brrrr....this is way too cold? Is this what being a bancho is all about?" Feeling the ominous change in the air, Summer Island Mask turns his head to the side; and from this range, it was no question who was approaching him. After all ... Rhongomyniad would never wear something like that. She also didn't have an eyepatch. Nor was she quite so ... well. Those thoughts weren't very summer-like, or perhaps, they were the essence of summertime youth? "Wait, why are you here too? Oh no. I didn't pre-emptively cast evasion on myself. Is this it for Summer Island Mask..?" Don't ask where the smoke cloud comes from, as the Power Line hooks into something and reels it in. Although ... the figure it reels in, isn't it way too small? "...Nobu!" It's one of Nobunaga's homunculi, only, it seems to have dressed itself in a fascmile of Summer Island Mask's garb, aside from its green shirt with the emblem of QUICK splayed across its back. "I see ... so in the end, even you all got fired up?" There's another four, two of them with red BUSTER shirts and two in ARTS shirts, standing in dynamic pose formation in front of Summer Island Mask. Clenching his fist, he nods, acknowledging their determination, "Then ... let's show them our combined summer spirit!" The Summer Island Nobu team all whip out what appear to be color coded super-soakers, and let loose jet-streams way too powerful for mere toys, as Muramasa withdraws the ukulele that his projection of Nobunaga's guitar had taken the form of, throwing in with a typhoon of water to add the coup de gras to the combined attack.
Ioanna Langstrom	Feel a great deal of sympathy for that Nobu. The instant it was dragged, electrified, into Ioanna Langstrom's grasp, it was slammed into the ground and stomped on in a most unpleasant way. That was very narrowly Summer Island Mask. In fact he gets a very good view of the poor little thing getting slammed into the sand hard enough to leave a crater. Granted, it's sand, so that's not that hard, but she is very clearly pissed, despite the neutral look on her face. It's actually probably a little frightening that she can keep such a professional face. As the jetstreams start pouring in, they meet a great deal of resistance from the umbrella. Water splatters everywhere around Ioanna, soaking the sand. The umbrella collapses. Ioanna gets a face full of water. Yes, the MCM protects her face. Yes, it's environment-sealed. But it doesn't actually stop water from splashing her. The invisible shielding might be cracking but the harmless part of the water still goes through. So when she discards the umbrella, leaving it stuck upside-down in the sand, she's dripping wet, her hair has come loose, and her eyepatch is soggy. That is probably not great (although it is also probably safely sealed somehow). "It was my day off, sir." That neutral tone is absolutely goddamn chilling. She doesn't say anything else. This, after all, is not a fight against a demigod. It's not a fight against titans in the middle of a city. There's nothing terrifying here. Even if she doesn't belong amongst giants, she can at least knock one of them down to size. She moves slowly. It is ominous. She is probably going to scare the hell out of at least one Nobu, considering what happened to the other one. She flicks the fishing rod sideways. The end of it bursts into flames. The line bursts into flames. EMIYA just said it wasn't a beach visit without a grilling, didn't he? The fishing rod goes shooting past the crowd of Nobus and Summer Island Mask. The hook sticks itself against the school gate. A palpable sense of dread. She yanks the fishing rod backwards with both hands. The heated school gate comes free with a catastrophic crash. It is dragged, with the superhuman strength of the MCM, like a cowcatcher on a train, directly from behind the enemy lines.
Hibiki Tachibana	"He spiked it!?" Both girls call in unison as the former of the two is left falling back down through the air after her leaping kick, leaving her wide-eyed and totally open to the return serve as it spirals back down at terrifying speeds. There's no time to think about a defense, and her body reacts naturally--throwing her arm out for it. The high-speed ball impacts and burns into her forearm as it accelerates her fall back down to the ground, but with grit teeth becoming a roar, she manages to push back against it hard enough to send it away with a visible shockwave before she eats sand. Fortunately, Hibiki isn't fighting alone on this summer day, and Miku dives as it goes in her direction. "I got it--!" There's an impressive skid across the beachfront as both of her hands clasp together to knock it back where it came, giving the blonde plenty of time to pick herself back up and get beneath it. "Nice catch, Miku! Hah!" Rather than kicking this one, the ball is unfortunately at the mercy of Hibiki's full force swing as her palm comes up to smash into it and return fire back at Summer Island Mask and his new ensemble with a second fierce hit. Added to the mix however, is something nobody would see coming. A second ball flung towards Hibiki. Yes, they brought two, just in case the first one accidentally broke. But the magic of summer and extremely well constructed beach equipment has prevented that, and allowed for a vicious dual attack instead. She catches herself and digs her heels into the sand, sharply inhaling. "This almost feels like bullying after he got frozen and really pissed that woman off, but--!" That mercy does not stay her hand, as it sends the matching ball screaming towards Summer Island Mask fast enough to displace the sand beneath it as it goes. It's not on the trail of the first one, but instead following a wide arc around to crash into him from another angle completely!
Staren	Seeing the Mask's reaction, Staren gives Ioanna a curious look. "You know this guy...?" The ghost meanwhile hovers laughing evilly, floating in the air with hands held out to his sides, palms up. "Oh, you brought friends after all? That makes this a more fair fight!" And then... it's water. It's a LOT OF WATER. Hitting harder than any super soaker has a right to! Both Starens look shocked as the onslaught begins to break through their respective forcefields, Staren letting out a grunt and staggering back... and then the ghost is shielding her, the hyper-pressured water blasting his gakuran apart...! Staren looks up at him, blushing slightly, and then rolls her eyes. "I could've taken it. Lilian's not right about you being my 'boy' side, right?" "Everything I did was to keep us safe. But I only hurt us... Today, even if it just a symbol, let me try to make up for it..." "Oh my god she /is/. Haha... sorry, yes. Get it out of our system while you can, right?" The ghost blushes slightly in turn, and then turns to face Mask and the Nobbus and poses dramatically, shredded coat and pants falling away to reveal black swim trunks. He floats into the air. "I am Staren Wiremu, The Ghost... no, the Delinquent of Maslow Peak! And I am BURNING with summer spirit!" He tries to sound intimidating but can't help cracking a good-natured smirk after the words. He holds out his hand and Staren warps something weaponlike into it, roughly the shape of a longarm but ending in a nozzle, the whole thing having those bits of wire and magic gems on it. He charges it with psychic power and begins to sweep it back and forth at the nobbus, superheated magic flames spewing forth! Staren, meanwhile, pulls a laser rifle out of her bag and attempts to snipe any nobbus, or the Mask himself, that attempt to escape the flames!
Muramasa	Her day off, huh. She sure picked a terrible beach to come to, but since she's so new, I doubt she's even aware of our yearly nonsense. He thinks to himself, making sure that the frown he felt inside didn't make its way to Summer Island Mask's serene visage. If he had pride in anything, it was this indulgance he gave himself to once or twice a year. The Nobu, cratered into the ground, with its mask half-shattered lolls its head backwards to look at its comrades, face scuffed by the abuse; "N...Nobu." The remaining ones visibly shake in their summer boots, gazes flitting to the left and right as they try and figure out what to do about the approaching Ioanna; their Island Cannons hadn't been refilled yet, after all. The gate is yanked down with a severe ferocity, as Summer Island Mask looks back -- he, hismelf, might have been able to get out of the way ... but what about the Nobu, scared into being rooted to the ground? They were supposed to just be homunculi .. but, would really mindless things take the time to play dress up and indulge in something like this? The gate crashes down onto Summer Island Mask's raised arms, his body buckling under the weight of the impact. "Gh...!" This thing was way too heavy, if not for his summer spirit, it really would have flattened him. As it was, it kept him pinned in place, though, and unable to move; he couldn't muster the strength to throw it off, only to keep it where it was. "Hn...!" One of the four Nobu still standing lets out a teary, "N...Nobu..!" as Summer Island Mask smiles, "You guys are alright?" His body is pelted at full force by Hibiki's viciously but wonderfully executed, merciless yet admirable Double Quick return shot, nearly making him collapse between it and trying to hold up the gate. The severe heat of Staren's building inferno can be felt even here, but with the second one taking potshots at them, it's not like the Nobu could exactly move -- "N..Nobuuuu..!!" One of the red clad ones throws down its Island Cannon and starts pushing at the gate. "You..?!" Pausing, the rest seemed to come to an understanding and frantically nodded, their heads bobbling like bobbleheads before they joined in. "...H...huoooooooooh!!!" With the combined pushing power of all five of them, they're able to flip the gate in front of them just in time to act as a barrier against Staren's intense, fiery assault. "We did it...thank you, all of you .. I'm truly grateful." "Nobu." Summer Island Mask staggers -- the beating he just took shattered a lot of the ice on his body, but he was feeling the exhaustion of pushing himself too hard set in. " ... alright, then, let's give them a really good finale. Are you ready, guys?!" "NOBU!" Using all his strength to leap over the battlefield, the Nobus follow suit, even the green shirted one which had crawled out of its crater, so that they could line up on the shore. While for the Mask, it only came up to his knees, the Nobu were neck-deep, with their ...instruments .. raised over their heads. Triangles, Maraccas, simple things like that. Except for one, who had a harmonica. Ukulele in hand, Summer Island Mask gives a hard riff, and as a result ... "This .. is a Summer Festival! So cutting loose and being as summer as you want to be is how it should go!" The weird cacaphony of instruments somehow made a catchy jingle together in time for the summoned tidal wave to appear, sweeping them up, before hitting the beach and getting everyone caught up in a wild, watery wash-out. "Woooo!" "NOOOOOOOBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
Ioanna Langstrom	It is as she's reeling the gate in that Ioanna actually notices the other two (three?) combatants. Staren, she recognizes - well, one of them, but she's a smart woman. She can figure it out. She says, "Yes, ma'am. I am fairly sure that I know him." That single green eye turns back on Summer Island Mask. Hibiki and Miku, on the other hand, she does not know. As they smash the beach balls into Summer Island Mask she takes note of them and moves the impromptu grill to assist with their shot. She's good at moving tactically; she's ready to assist without even having to hear the plan. The same thing happens with Staren. As she and her ghost(???) pull out the laser and the fire, Ioanna is already ready, kicking a shot of sand towards the Nobus. Just enough to stumble them before they get hit. Man, this woman fights mean. And she's durable. Or, well, the MCM is. Which is great for her. Because, when the shadow of the tidal wave rises, she just looks up and opens her eye wide. Her hands go up to protect her face. Kaboom. The tidal wave crashes into her full-force. She vanishes under the waves. When the wave recedes, she's ass-up in the sand, kicking at the sky. Her CD player has crashed near one of the Nobus. It's sparking and squealing as it dies. Her book has more or less disintegrated - the soggy, empty cover rolling up next to Hibiki and Miku. The umbrella has been ripped in half. The cooler is nowhere to be seen. She pulls herself out of the sand, sits down, and spits a mouthful of it onto the ground. She also keeps one hand over her top, because she knows how this sort of thing is supposed to go, and with her free hand just ties the back on in case some lonely nerd installed that sort of functionality in the MCM. She doesn't think so, but she's not going to take the risk. When she pulls herself to her feet, she flicks the fishing rod over her shoulder and stands up. Her eye goes from the ruined CD player to the empty cover to the missing cooler to the scattered umbrella. There's a quiet sigh. She breaks into a run. Her feet leave imprints in the soggy sand as she goes. Arms pumping, she powers her way towards Summer Island Mask, probably plowing straight through the Nobus in the process. She's actually grabbed one of the Nobus in her free hand. She runs straight past Summer Island Mask, leans forward, and says something quietly in the Nobu's ear. Then she hooks it onto the end of her fishing line. And then the Nobu is cast directly at Summer Island Mask to just bop him on the back of the head, latch on, and drag him into the sand.
Hibiki Tachibana	Summer Island Mask's dedication to his allies is truly something else. Launching another attack isn't even in Hibiki's mind, and she's simply stuck watching him valiantly fight to keep his Nobu's safe. Not only that, but instead of just being the one saved, they all work together...and through it, they make it through the storm. "Banchos are delinquents...but they also watch out for each other, huh...?" She nods to herself in instant understanding, a small grin she doesn't even realize she has on her face. Muramas--no, Summer Island Mask really is something special. Regardless of how much Ioanna might want to (justifiably?) maul him. The heartwarming sight isn't able to be enjoyed forever though, as that summer spirit is transformed into music, and then a roaring tidal wave that eclipses the beach. "Wait, we didn't bring anything for--" Hibiki's eyes go wide before she sprints off to the side, grabbing and sweeping up Miku off her feet right before it crashes down. They come out of it washing up not only with what remains of Ioanna's book, but also with their own beachside setup scattered absolutely everywhere and utterly soaked. Despite that, the equally soaked pair come out of it holding onto each other and blinking a few times in 'that really just happened' fashion, pause, and then simultaneously break out into a giggling fit together. Hibiki's sounds like she's trying to stop herself from doing it but can't help it, and it gets more natural the more she does. It takes quite a bit for it to die down. "...Alright. Time for some payback. "Go get him, Hibiki!" After a nod to one another, Hibiki leaps back to her feet, and then she's off on a dead sprint towards Summer Island Mask. Ioanna is ahead of her, and she calls forward on her approach, "Good catch! Now I'll...!" There's a displaced bucket that she snatches off the ground as she passes by it. Crouching low as she keeps moving, she drags it through the soggy sand and fills it up to the very brim, tucking it under an arm as she picks up speed before putting her momentum into a massive jump. "Hah!" Briefly contrasted against the sun high above, Hibiki raises the bucket high overhead and comes down on Summer Island Mask while he's helpless, to bring the bucket down right on top of him and trap his head inside of it. He made them eat beach, and now the favor is being returned.
Staren	The Ghost of Maslow Peak lets up on the fire to see if it did anything. He looks... concerned. "Those mini-Nobunagas... are they... alive?" Staren blinks and looks up from the scope of her rifle. "We're in--" "--the Shrine, right. Still, I feel kinda bad. Is it just because they're cute?" He looks down at Staren and jokes, "Hey, if you're my girl half, can you weaponize cuteness right back at them?" Staren scoffs and folds her arms, rolling her eyes. It might be a little bit cute, but the mask kind of detracts from it. And then ANOTHER tidal wave rises. "Oh come on, how is he DOING that?!" The Ghost shrugs, "You're looking at the same sensor data I am! Maybe it's boss fight shenanigans?" (Well, he means, maybe the Shrine is programmed to provide this attack. He doesn't have to explain out loud to himself, of course.) "Or he's just a master of the elements... Recharge my armor!" The ghost flies down and stands next to her, another forcefield surrounding both of them and bleeding off that blue-white energy... The wave crashes into the field and it begins to crack as water continuously slams into it... they hit the deck just before it breaks, the Ghost covering her protectively before the wave washes over them, but they get washed away all the same, tumbling with the wave, slamming into the ground, obstacles, and whatever else is caught up in the wave! Eventually, the water recedes. The two of them are laid out flat on the sand. Staren coughs and sputters a bit before gasping for air. "GAAAASP ugh... sand is EVERYWHERE..." she whines, "why do people like the beach so much?" -- 'Dark' Staren, the Ghost of Maslow Peak, is inhabiting a body that doesn't need to breathe and kips up before extending a hand to her, which she takes as he easily pulls her to her feet with robot strength. They're both badly battered. Staren's clothes have frayed bits and there are scratches and scrapes on her hands, and the Ghost is also covered in scratches and scrapes, and a few nasty cuts, bleeding some dark fluid instead of blood and exposing metal underneath. "Summer as we want it to be, huh? I like that idea. Let's show him!" The ghost starts to shoot her a curious look and then gets it a half-second later, nodding. "Take us closer!" The ghost grabs her under the arms and flies back over to Summer Island Mask and the Nobus. Staren pulls a device with a clear flip-screen out of her bag and pushes buttons dramatically. The ghost sets her down and lands, the two of them standing back to back with arms folded. "Let us show you our summer!" Each holds up a hand as sunglasses warp to their fingers and put them on, then turn their heads to face Mask. "A summer... of staying inside in the air conditioning, playing video games!" A wall of air conditioning units warps in behind them, connected in back by wires and gems. Dark Staren steps over to touch-supercharge them while Staren tosses him her coat and sits in a suddenly-there chair, picking up a suddenly-there controller connected to the entertainment center that ALSO just warped in, accompanied by beach umbrellas shading her chair and another empty one for the Ghost, who puts on the coat and quickly takes a seat and picks up his own controller. "Ahh... This is how summer should be!" "Ahh... This is how summer should be!" Staren leans back in her chair and kicks up her feet on a footrest, while her double makes a silent finger-snapping motion and the AC comes on far, far beyond full blast, freezing cold energy blasting AROUND the two Starens and towards Summer Island Mask and the Nobus!
Muramasa	Having been caught in their own tidal wade, the Summer Squad washes up like driftwood along the shoreline, one of the Nobu sputtering a weak and wet, "N...o...b...u..." as Summer Island Mask, washes up alongside them, face first in the dirt. Rolling him over, CPR is applied; although, their training is clearly lacking, as all they do is hop up and down on his chest until he starts coughing and gagging. Eventually, a mouthful of water and even a prawn is expelled as they hop off of him in time for Summer Island Mask to roll over, "Ugh..." "Eh..?" The Nobu are charged through with the might of an angry earthquake, before Ioanna grasps one of the blue-garbed ones by its head and lifts it up to whisper things that shall not be repeated in its ear, causing its face to scrunch up in an unknowable way before it is utilized as a cannonball that beans Summer Island Mask directly in the head. "Ack!" The rest of the Nobu are very clearly out of comission, their eyes swirling from their various places on the ground, scattered to the four winds by Ioanna's stampede. Summer Island Mask himself falls back first into the sand, spread out. Ah ... I don't think I can fight back anymore. This is bad, isn't it? Conspicuously, he notices and grasps onto the remnants of a CD Player. Well, it's pretty understandable that she's mad at her day off getting interrupted, even if it's not really anyone's fault. Moments afterwards, Hibiki has her revenge, his golden Mask getting knocked into his lap and his head trapped in a bright red, plastic bucket full of sand. "PFtfffhfhf?!" And, as he struggles with it on his head, a wave of chilly air washes over him, seeming to freeze the hero of summer into a solid, shapeless statue of ice. There's an uncomfortable moment fo silence before the ice cracks, and then shatters, exploding outwards and leaving behind a tattered, silky blue ARTS shirt, a variety of treats and other rewards spilling out of it, as if they were "drops" from a video game, including a mysteriously repaired CD Player. Slicing through the air as it spins, Summer Island Mask's signature golden mask lands tip-first into the shoreline several meters away, the water lapping at it, with the man himself having seemingly vanished. The Nobu, also, are assuredly down for the count. And that, as it would seem, concludes this bombastic interjection in the beach brawl.
Ioanna Langstrom	Ioanna crouches down, picks up the CD Player under one arm, the umbrella over her shoulder, the cooler under the other, the book on top of that, and hooks the beach chair to her fishing pole. She kicks a set of the shirts up - one of each - onto her bustline and starts walking back to her spot with an offhanded nod at Staren, Staren, Hibiki, and Miku, a brief, "Sir. Ma'ams," and then a determined stare. She pops the chair back out, stabs the umbrella into the ground, lays back down on the chair with her arms behind her back, stretches out, hits the music, and closes her eye. The sound of birdsong, drums, and accordian fills the beach. Ah. Now this is Summer.
Staren	Dark Staren lifts up his sunglasses. "Oh, huh, it really WAS a boss fight, he even dropped loot! Feels like ALO, huh?" He turns to look at Staren, who... has her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The serafuku blouse under her coat was short-sleeved. The Ghost drapes the coat over her like a blanket, eliciting an annoyed grunt, and goes to collect their collective share of the loot. (They're one person, so it's still only divided three ways.) "Hey, everybody okay?" He looks around. After a moment, Staren mutters, "Thanks..." And both of them nod at Ioanna's curt greeting. "So, uh... Did that look cool? Or is there no way to make staying inside playing videogames seem cool?" The Ghost asks of Hibiki and Miku, as he closes Staren's beach umbrella so she can warm up in the sun.
Hibiki Tachibana	Bucketdunking Summer Island Mask was actually a lot more satisfying than Hibiki would ever admit. Fortunately, she backed off to a safe distance after Staren & Staren's cold wave comes in and freezes their foe solid. "Ah." As he explodes, Hibiki catches the remains of his ARTS-emblazoned shirt as it floats back down, glancing between it and his fallen mask as it rests amidsts the waves. There's a sigh, and another small can't-help-it smile. "He really knows how to make it dramatic..." It's not long before Miku joins her under the shower of Literal Boss Drops, where they both notice a few of their missing things among everything coming down. "Thanks for everything! Enjoy the rest of your day!" Ioanna gets an animated return wave and sendoff from Miku while Hibiki picks up a crimson shirt and turns it over a few times, glancing to the pair of Starens after a moment. "Pretty tired...but that was fun," she admits. To their question, she thinks for a moment. Eyes closed and deep consideration and everything. Then she opens them back up and nods seriously. "It was cool enough to freeze him solid, so I'd say so." Thumbs up.