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Rowdyruff Boys	The CITY OF TOWNSVILLE... Has a HYPER RANGERS (tm) problem! Three minutes ago a trio of eerily expressionless teenagers, recognizable to some as former classmates of the Powerpuff Girls, walked into the local Denny's to BUY A CHEAP BREAKFAST! Oh, the horror! After staring at the menus in their booth for a little too long to be natural, they stood up in coordination and put on belt buckles made out of off-brand Lego blocks (I can't be bothered to learn what all of them are called!) and transformed into lightly armored costumes of Red, Green, and Blue! Normally these sorts of costumes would be richly detailed and be accompanied by a variety of gadgets and special weapons, some of which may or may not actually be present on the body of the "Ranger". In this case though, these particular Hyper Rangers look a little... washed out and detail-less. They have a shapeless face-covering visor that is opaque but has a sharp, dark reddish tint that makes it especially look bad on the Red Hyper Ranger. Their suits also have more the look of dyed work jumpsuits, though at least they have attached gloves. On the whole they end up looking more like very goofy janitorial staff, except that they leap over the back of the adjacent booth and slap extra crappy, lego-adjacent "transformation devices" on people's wrists or waists, transforming them into monochrome versions of themselves. The mediocrity of the presentation is almost a brand unto itself, and would be nonthreatening except for the assimilative nature of the ongoing problem! At least two sets of tables have already been transformed before anybody realizes anything is wrong and bolts. A little slow on the uptake for this city, actually... Most of the Monochrome Hyper Rangers don't seem to be spreading the transformation, though. They fan out and start... actually, nobody is really sure. They must be looking for something, but it's not clear what it is based on the almost total absence of context.
Ishirou	Ishirou responds to the call, from the city of Townsville, with only very little overwhelming inflation.  He was in town to try and find a reason to meet up with one of the groups of superheroes that reside there, to share information he had about a situation developing.  What he didn't expect was to get a call for aid from a Denny's. "Goshdarn it, if this is Morebucks and Petra deciding to have it out in a parking lot brawl I am just going to go eat at Sbarro's again.  Ugh..." he complains.   Landing, he has no idea what on Budda's green earth he's watching.  Instead, he decides to use OPTIONS to help move people trapped in the building out of it so they can run away. Meanwhile, he lets his scanners try to make sense of the three obviously fake rangers and the really fake rangers.   "Why are there all these fake Kamen Riders..?"
Remee Halcyon	"No, look, the online library system said you had it in stock - no, not the modern printing. I have the modern printing already. I have half a dozen copies of the modern printing already because of - nevermind, but it's the *classic* printing, the - no, not the original, I have one of those two, but about ten years before world war two, there was another printing that added some text that wasn't in later versions-" What brings Remee to the CITY OF TOWNSVILLE? The local library! Specifically a specific rare copy of a book she's trying to find. "Look. I can bring up the online system, it says you have-" she says, pulling out her phone - just as the alert goes off. "... Oh, dang. Um. Look, just don't let anyone else borrow that book, okay?" Oh, hey! It's Riders! Or... Rangers? Remee's not up on her toku taxonomy enough to tell. She starts tracking some of them from the shadows, trying to figure them out - where they're going, what they're looking for, and if she can maybe get the drop on whatever it is they are trying to find.
Futaba Nuki	There's just something special about shitty diner food that has Futaba's cravings going into overdrive. It's not even that she really likes it, and it's not the cheapest stuff she could get for the price, and it's definitely not in a convenient location for her to get to, but... It's still different enough from the stuff at home in both locale and quality that the excuse to go back for peacekeeping purposes is just the thing she needs to get her hurrying over to Townsville once again. By the time she gets there, though, she's not really sure what's in front of her. "I don't think this is them. Morebucks would be way more flashy with her presentation." She responds to Ishirou as she arrives next to him in a quick burst of wind from landing nearby, clad in red and black as a proper ninja should with her scarf billowing out behind her. "They're not even fancy enough to be discount Riders, either... Hmn. No, their style looks more like..." Futaba scrunches her face up a bit. "Ranger minions.But... Those don't eat, do they?" She scratches her head lightly, then shrugs and just heads towards the center mass of the crowd of costumed strangers. She's moving towards them deliberately, too, as if trying to get their attention. "Hey! Are you Riders, Rangers, or something else?" Futaba doesn't sound worried about what she's walking right into, but she does tighten her gloves idly as she looks for what might be the leaders of this whole thing. "Or... Ooh. Is this a flash mob kinda thing?" She actually sounds a little more excited at that last part.
Kuroto Dan	Perhaps Kuroto is feeling benevolent today. Perhaps he's just bored. Or perhaps, simply, the announcement of what sound to be bootleg masked heroes just rubs him the wrong way. Maybe it's a mix of all three, but whatever the case, he arrives at the Denny's, or rather, Kamen Rider Genm does.      Though, perhaps fitting for such an outlandish situation, his current appearance seems to match, as he currently looks like some sort of theme park mascot, what with his giant head and large body with stubby limbs. Despite the silly outfit however, he enters the scene with a surprising amount of seriousness, his short legs carrying him across the parking lot while his tiny arms push away a couple of fleeing civilians to the side callously as he makes his way towards the inside of the diner.
Powerpuff Girls	Upon returning from Tahoe, where the Professor had a home by the lake, the Powerpuff girls were ready for fighting hard to protect their city - and also get back to their lives. Time off was important! In the morning on their return, though... Blossom steps down the stairs at a bounce, humming to herself. In the living room, she finds the rest of her family. At the table, "Girls, it's tax season." Professor Utonium announces, wearily, from a mountain of papers in his fortress of actuarial despair. Bubbles is also at the table, has a slight eyeshadow run about her eyes because she's blubbering into streaming on three platforms, having a Patreon, and having random acts of charitible giving she kept the receipts but didn't itemize for yet. Super speed didn't do the accounting faster, just the dishes. At least... Bubbles' speed didn't. Buttercup, stymied by aggressive numbers and clearly printed instructions by the government, has managed ot open an Excel spreadsheet to assist her with using a calculator. Hunched over in her chair, crouched gargoyle-like in the bucket of her seat and with her knees up at her chin, she taks away slowly at the keyboard, takes notes, and tries to understand. Unfortunately, she thought she was complex filing herself - her label has already had her manager hire an accountant. Hers are done! It is that kind of day. Blossom, perfect in every way, glides cheerily to the table. "Oh! This is why I suggested to do it before the trip! I've had mine done since March" She encourage-reminds, dropping to the back of her dark-haired sister's chair, and leanin in. Supportive! Loving! She's so nice. Her ruby eyes drop behind the green Puff's ear, and she looks over the efforts. "This looks like a skill issue." She whispers, and pulls back, and grins. Buttercup vibrates at a frequency to alert dogs. Bubbles looks up, blearily and watery-eyed, doesn't see what she's looking for, and goes back to crying at her itemized deduction. All three of the Puff's cellphones ring. BZZT BZZT BZZT Blossom grins. "Sounds like a job for the Puff with her filings done. Tell me when you're accepted by both state and federal!" SKRR! goes the speed-blur of Blossom, out the door with a lingering door-bang. Buttercup grunts. "Skill issue? I'll show her." And gets out her own phone. ON THE SCENE: Blossom snaps out of hyperaccelleration in the air over the Dennys, thirty feet off the ground. She wears a pink, wide-necked shirt-sleeved top, and wine red pants with an ankle cuff and a bright draw at the waist she has tied into a bow. Atop her head, tying her hair, is a red ribbon, and her floating feet dangle slightly in white shoes and black ankle-socks. She raises her voice: "I think you could pick a better location to shoot the next season, whoever you are! Release the people!" Blossom Utonium booms out, setting her volume slider to the first notch of Loud to be heard over the chaos.
Petra Soroka	Petra has been keeping an eye on Townsville lately. For obvious reasons.     Honestly, it's not like she's got anything better to do other than monitor news broadcasts from a city she doesn't live in to obsessively check for any signs of her body doubles. Between her limited collection of games, her *severely* limited collection of friends, and all the nothing else she's got going on, the Townsville alert comes as an eagerly welcome break to Petra's day. The prospect of having an enemy to unequivocally hate and go fight floods her brain with furious chemicals that were all but absent in the earlier monotony of her day.     While flying en route, Petra has two thoughts in quick succession: Would saving the Dennys get her a free meal? And more worrying, would her, um, ill-advised attempt at leveling the city with nuclear fire disqualify her from that free meal?     Petra parks the Kana a few blocks away from the site of the attack, and pulls her triangle scarf up to cover her jaw a little, like a bandana. It probably won't help with whatever reputation she has in the city, but maybe Townsville is threatened by enough villains that she wasn't particularly notable.     Seeing Remee, Ishirou, and Futaba all standing together outside of the restaurant is almost enough to get Petra to turn around and go home. Resisting that instinctual thought, though, replaces that urge with spiteful, angry confidence, and Petra instead walks straight up behind the group, stepping between them. Her shotgun-blade is shamelessly brandished, and she pokes it into the ground to obnoxiously lean on the hilt and glance around.     "Well. Who are these losers?"
Rowdyruff Boys	Escorting people out of the building mostly isn't hard. Mostly. Ishirou finds that citizens of Townsville are a little... dumb and distractable, and the biggest problem is the occasional idiot who will leave a bag, double back and grab it, and hear nothing to the contrary. It's possible that the frequency of mayhem in this city is simply too high for people to care about the danger they're putting themselves in doing things like this. Scanning the HYPER RANGERS (tm) reveals a lot of conspicuously blank information about them as individuals (though the converted people can be identified as whoever they are in Townsville) and some sort of magical core within the transformation devices. As cheap-looking as they are, some entity or another has made these and they're credible objects of power. The relative amount of power in most of them is low. The original trio have a little less power than would be expected of a Kamen Rider, but not by a whole lot-- one suspects that if they were in a big CROSSOVER MOVIE that there wouldn't be an observable difference between the two. Not coincidentally, this is basically a big crossover episode, so the reading is mostly negligible. As far as weaknesses go, Ishirou's scanners are pretty certain that these guys are just not very smart or creative. They do rely on the transformation devices but they're about as predictably difficult to remove as you'd imagine-- which is to say, you'll definitely need a belt-out at minimum to even try to steal them. Remee arrives at the conclusion that the MONOCHROME RANGERS must be looking for a person. They only look in places plausibly big enough for an adult human, are scoping out nearby vehicles, and only really depart from this pattern to snatch random people and drag them back to their obvious commanders to convert them into more MONOCHROME RANGERS. You can be fairly certain they're not finding what they're looking for, unless they just intend to turn everyone into them, but they're not snatching EVERYONE that wanders past them. //Are you Riders, Rangers, or something else?// Hyper Ranger Red (tm) looks at Futaba. When he replies, the other two are speaking at the same time-- though none of the monochrome rangers answer: "We're looking for somebody. Don't worry about it. We'll pay our bill in full." Blue wanders over and attempts to slap one of the transforming gadgets on Futaba. This is probably best averted. Green starts eyeballing Kamen Rider Genm suspiciously. She doesn't seem to know what to make of him. Red glances at Blossom and sighs in exasperation. "As I was saying, we'll pay our bill in full. There is nothing to be concerned about." He either doesn't get the problem or doesn't care. It's 50/50 with these Townsville villains. Given that Blue tries to THROW one of the transformation devices at Blossom, it probably doesn't matter much. Green's attention is drawn from Kamen Rider Genm to Petra. "Is that Incredible Petra?" "No," says Blue, "that's the other one." "The other one is terribly impolite. Tag her," Red says. "Isn't it terribly impolite to call somebody 'the other one', though?" Green wonders. "Miss Petra is terribly impolite. Tag her," Red corrects himself. All of them continue to speak simultaneously, but there is an emphasis on which one is speaking, now that you've heard all three. At any rate, Green and Blue advance on Petra-- it looks like Blue is the one who expects to be applying the transformation devices. Speaking of which, at this point the Monochrome Ranger Minions have MOSTLY turned their attention back inwards and start attempting to try to restrain the gathering of supers fairly indiscriminately for conversion. It's not actually all that rough handling as these things go, but it is still obviously bad and best to just put a stop to. The Monochromes are also just not very strong.
Ishirou	Ishirou, already in the RESCUE but not connected to any of his mobility modules is grabbed by one of the chrome rangers.  His arm is snapped up as he's dragged and he looks concerned by this.  "Hey...hey let go!  Hey!  I don't consent to this!" he says, frowning.   This stops when he finally uses his Electromagnetic control to try and blast the chrome ranger off of him.  This is followed up by a barrage, trying to do just enough damage to force a debelt.  For him, this is easier, but for others, it might not be so. Two options fly off from Ishirou.  One landed on Futaba to connect to her, providing her telemetry data, and another hovered over her right shoulder and firing at whatever she was targeting as an assist action.  Meanwhile, Ishirou shares his finding with the rest of the group. Were these guys made out of the same stuff Betra was..?  The Hyper Rangers, that is.  To Petra's arrival, he makes a face, not hiding at all his disdain for her, but not really engaging with her on the street.
Remee Halcyon	Petra gets a glance. Remee doesn't say anything to her. At least not yet. Remee backs up as the Duplo Rangers try to slap her with a belt. "Oh! Um, no thank you," she says, staying as clear as she can. "I've already got one," she says as she pulls hers out of her gear bag and slaps it on herself. Gachon! goes the belt. "And, uh, I don't think it's compatible?" she says as she fishes the other part out next. Gotta remember the little cartridge thingy that plugs in. BUGGLE UP! Right, and the... pose. What was hers? Right. Remee holds the cartridge out and sights down it as if it were a gun, and squeezes the imaginary trigger on it. "Henshin." Then she slams it into the belt. Walking Away!? What Did You Say!? GENOCIDE! Why Don't You Don't Go-Go-Go Mighty Action X! Mighty Action X (pronounced key) does some quick warmup stretches. "Right! I think you all need to get a little sense beaten into you... and I'm the X to doing it!" Pronounced key. She pushes a button on her belt, and the weapon select wheel forms. She snatches her weapon of choice out of it - Gashacon Sparrow! - and aims, and fires!
Powerpuff Girls	Blossom, air-hovering, calls down to Hyper Red. What she gets back only makes her eyebrow quirk. People are being tagged and turned into Monochrome Hyper Rangers in the distance. The Puff's jaw clenches, as she hears the sore spot on the city, the itch on the skin, what wasn't Nice, what very much concerned her. "Does looking for someone involve conscripting innocent people? Just because people are used to being pushed around by the powerful in Townsville doesn't make it beneath notice!" Blossom announces back, clearly sharply displeased at having to explain herself. Her arms cross, mid-air, as the crossover movie on the ground starts in earnest. Blossom's arms cross, ponytail wavering behind her as she stares down, incensed white and ruby eyes softly aglow. "You'--" A belt is flung at Blossom, as she talks all that Red talk back at the sighing Hyper Ranger, and instead of simply accellerating away, Blossom catches the flung device in a hand, uncurling from her judging-tight cross to snap out and receive the greeblized device. "No. I won't be a party to it. And you're--" SKRR! zips Blossom, a blur of cardinal as a red tornado of zip-punches and step-kicked waistbelts clear the Monochromes around Petra, Blossom standing before the distressed Yellow (whom she can't quite get a read on, but clearly isn't screaming out for help -- right?) with her fists up. "--not going to tag her."
Futaba Nuki	When the Rangers finally speak, Futaba's able to confirm her suspicions: They're Rangers! Or Ranger-adjacent, at least, since she has a direct comparison point between them and Genm, mascoty as the latter looks. "Hunting downa  target, huh? Sorry, but they're not for sale!" Blue approaches with that transforming gadget, and there's a brief pause in Futaba's movements as she weighs the pros and cons of taking a free transforming thing. On one hand, she gets to be a Ranger! On the other hand, these look kind of awful. Her thinking starts and ends with that, and she does several unnecessary backflips to get out of the way before stopping with a dramatic slide of her foot on the ground around herself to draw a circle on the ground with it. "Nice try, but I'll have to turn that down. Besides, we've got plenty to be concerned about with this, and your devices aren't even that cool!" Clapping her hands together with her index and middle fingers extended, Futaba draws a nonsensical shape across her forearm on one side before striking a more ninja-y while her scarf continues flapping behind her. "Besides, I've got a few transformations of my own. Get a load of this!" Feeling Ishirou's options connecting to her, she takes a cue from that to grab onto it with her tail, transforming her tail into a mechanical-looking version of itself thatsplits in half to start firing even more shots at Blue. Futaba herself does an unecessary forward flip through the air to get in on the action as well, launching into jump kick towards the Blue Hyper Ranger before drawing out her flaming katana. She follows the kick with a diagonal slash from the right, from the left, and then a diving slash that somehow looks way bigger than the first two (because she opts to enlarge her arms into the sword itself to make it massive).
Petra Soroka	"That's the other one."     Petra's demeanor changes immediately. Her disaffected smirk at the Rangers contorts into a sneer, baring her teeth. She twists her blade into the ground and rips it out, asphalt squealing and crunching under the completely unnecessary strain.     "There is no *other one*. I'm Petra, and I gutted that thing you're looking for already. If you think I'm impolite for *that*, then I'll show you how fucking impolite I can be." Petra growls at the approaching Rangers, swinging her gunblade out (barrel-side, not blade-side) to bat the swarming Monochromes away, then takes a step forwards towards Blue.     Petra braces one hand on the underside of the barrel, and the other on the back of the grip, and when Blue's arms open up to try to belt her, Petra slams the bayonet into his gut and pulls the trigger at point-blank. The showering sparks are followed by an explosion, and Petra uses the recoil to swing the blade around in a wide arc towards Green, knocking him away. The surrounding Monochromes are only spared from the vicious strike by Blossom's efforts clearing them out, and to avoid catching Blossom herself with the swing, Petra has to twist her shoulders to direct the blade into the ground, carving up a spray of debris and dust.     "Blossom!" Petra hasn't spoken to her before, but the sudden pressure of fighting alongside one of her heroes from TV briefly quells Petra's immediate instinct to murder. "These guys are looking for a clone of me! That showed up here recently! Do you, do you... know anything..." Petra pauses and purses her lips in embarrassment. "Oh. Um. I'm Petra, by the way. We haven't-- I've met your-- I'm, uh. Yeah."     Petra, sweating more from that fumble than from the exertion of the attack, feels the need to show off a little bit. She swings her blade out behind her and fires, launching herself into the air, and flips forwards to combine rotational and gravitational force into a single downwards combustion-enhanced swing at the offending Red.
Kuroto Dan	The swarm of converted minions easily swarm on top of Genm, especially since the Kamen Rider doesn't seem to be actively trying to escape. Instead, he grips the lever on his oversized belt buckle tightly, waiting until he's barely visible under a pile of people before finally pulling the lever on his belt and flinging it open. "Grade two."      Gachan! LEVEL UP!      Mighty Jump! Mighty Kick! Miiighty Actiooon X!      There's a burst of light as the newly revealed Genm Level 2 reveals himself, leaving behind most of his bulky shell to reveal a much more lithe and sleek purple and black suit.      "Disgusting. I never gave you permission to look at me. "      Still airborne, Genm begins his descent towards the real Rangers, a primarily white hammer materializing in his hand as he brings it down against Green's head, creating a cartoonish HIT! SFX.
Rowdyruff Boys	//I don't consent to this!// The Chrome Rangers actually pause and look towards Red. "You will be well-compensated for your time," says Red, who absolutely believes this. The Chromes resume pulling Ishirou around. They seem to have SOME sort of weird sense of politeness dictating pauses and check-ins, even though they keep repeatedly disregarding objections after the fact. The Chrome on Ishirou's left is blasted away in a shower of sparks, flipping dramatically in excess of the actual inflicted damage and rolling across the ground. The one on his right gets in the way of the follow-up shot, but ALSO gets blasted to the ground with excess theatrics relative to actual damage sustained. The pair stir vaguely on the ground; it'll take them a minute to get back up at all. Blue produces what is very definitely a recolored nerf rifle and fires what is very definitely not foam darts at Ishirou's chest. This is much less of a conversion attempt and much more of a 'alright that's enough' swat. Although painful, it won't produce more damage than the sparks experienced by the Chromes. Their violence is family-friendly. Mostly. Hyper Ranger Red sighs exasperatedly into his helmet. He looks up at Blossom, "Ma'am, we're in a Denny's parking lot. No one is innocent here." As the Chromes around her get swatted down he draws an equally plastic, heavy axe-- and immediately flips it around to fire it at her like a gun. It can do both. Very popular with children. Similar to Blue's weapon, the damage it hypothetically inflicts is inherently stylized. He glances towards Remee's device, then towards Kamen Rider Genm, and back again. "So it would seem. I've no say in the design, however, and it works well enough." Several de-belts happen along the path of Remee's attack, prompting Red to reach out a hand and -- telekinetically? -- draw their transformation devices back into his hand, where they simply disappear. He spins his axe about and hurls it at her; like all the other attacks it isn't even a quarter as lethal as it looks. It does, however, vanish on contact (or non-contact) and return to his hand immediately. Several Chrome Rangers leap in the way of Blue when Futaba moves to engage, pulling a very effective but silent MISTER PRESIDEEEEEENT as they're bowled over one after the other. Green actually interposes themselves at the end of the line, bearing some kind of glaive. It looks less toyetic and more like it was picked up from a mall knife store. They swing it at Futaba, and though it LOOKS normal, it still emanates a green arc of energy that races out towards and past Futaba, de-belting the Chromes on the ground but also threatening several other people along the way. Petra discovers something battering her assailants: They're not made of the things that Petra "b" was. They feel too solid for it, and they don't fall apart on contact. It sticks to sparks -- big sparks, but sparks -- and dramatic hurling-themselves-off-to-the-side only to get up again with a stagger and aggravated noises. Green and Blue rise. "We're not looking for you," says Green. "We're looking for Bellamy," says Blue. "But it's still our city. Anybody here will think badly of you," Red concludes. Green and Blue toss Red their weapons, which mount awkwardly to his-axe gun and gets turned into a triple-gun that fires a nasty volley of tri-colored energy towards Petra. The weapons get disassembled and re-distributed immediately afterwards. Around this time, Green looks up. There is a newly-leveled-up Kamen Rider Genm there. "Actually," Green says, "that looks pretty c--" Green gets hit in the head with a hammer. There is no shower of sparks, they just fall over. They're probably fine. Still looking blearily at Dan through the concussion, though. This may or may not be an affront.
Remee Halcyon	"It works great, thank you," says Mighty Action X (pronounced key). She bolsters through the attack, going to close in on Red. "And I think you need to learn some X facts here!" Pronounced key. "So to start with, true or false!" she calls as she does a weapon switch. Gashacon Breaker! "Will you find who you're looking for by forcefully belting and attacking everyone?" The hammer swings for Red's head. "The answer is KEY!" Pronounced X.
Futaba Nuki	There's too many of these Chrome Rangers to deal with for Futaba to get a clean shot at Blue. It's not entirely unexpected, but it's irritating nonetheless when she ends up wasting her big cool finisher on the chaff rather than one of the heads. After punting one of the Chromes away, Futaba does a slight lean back with a smug-looking grin on her face as the weapon passes right over her. "You'll need to aim better than-" Wait, it's glowing. Heeding that little voice in the back of her head, the ninja follows through on that lean into a full on bridge with her hands on the ground behind her head, yelping briefly as she just narrowly avoids that green debelting wave. "Whoa! Where'd you get that thing? It's almost like what someone back home woulda used..." Springing back to her feet, Futaba squints at the trio as they explain their purpose for being here. "Who the heck is Bellamy? Not that we're gonna let you find them, but still!" She demands, pausing to look over at both Genm Level 2 and Remee's Mighty Action ~~Key~~ X right before Green gets whacked. Sadly, she has to admit that the Green one might have some taste there. "Yeah... But we can gawk at 'em later. If you want to do that, too, then quit what you're doing so we can hang out instead! And you two!" Futaba's attention shifts to Ishirou and Petra next. "Can you two fight this out later? We've already got guys to fight now, and Blossom's watching!" Despite her intent to show off in front of a/the Powerpuff Girl, though, Futaba's next maneuver is considerably shadier than her initial attacks. Seeing what Blue's glaive did to the Chrome Rangers, she enlarges her hands as she rushes at the Blue Hyper Ranger, throwing wide sweeping hooks at them that might as well be body-sized blows rather than body blows. The real strategy comes not in striking directly, though, but in being ready to pull one of the Chromes in the way of that glaive, as though Futaba's expecting it to be a key to disrupting their power!
Powerpuff Girls	Blossom, in stance, glances over her shoulder at Petra. A single ruby eye turns back, and the corner of her mouth starts at a smile -- or a smirk, it is hard to say with a quarter of a face -- and a little knowing nod. She senses Petra's 'distress' in other ways, and knows exactly the sorts who fumble over their words and um-yeah at her arrival. "Okay, Petra. And relax!" With her left hand still closed around the greeble, Blossom's sweeping swing cracks a Chrome across the face and sends them flying back in a shower of sparks, tumbling across the quarry of the over-paved city: the parking lot. "We can take this one thing at a time." Blossom wordlessly affirms Petra's use of the Blunt Side of her weapon even as she goes wild on the Chrome Rangers, though the hanging question of her dis-affirmation is put on pause while she turns back to the Hyper Rangers. "They're looking for someone else. And talking about the town while you take advantage of it is--" She announces, her eyes glowing yet brighter for a moment, before heat beams VEEEEEEEEEM out, scalding a line across the Denny's lot before tracing over Hyper Red with bursts of thermal energy! "--a *bad look*!"
Petra Soroka	Petra, having relocated herself into a dense cluster of Chromes, grips her shotgun on either end of its length and shoves it into the crowd like a slightly dangerous bar, pushing them back to give herself space. The cleared space opened up between herself and the Rangers is promptly utilized to open a lane for the tri-color combo gun to fire down, and Petra only has a moment to decide how to react to it.     It's simple! The lane was opened by Chromes, and can be closed by them, too. Petra withdraws her crowd-controlling bludgeon back up into being held like a sword, and the Monochrome civilians flood into the gap, body-blocking the path that the colorful energy ray was shot down. Sparks fly and Chromes tumble, and Petra is shielded completely.     They're attacking us, so it's probably okay to use civilians as shields, just this once, right? I can't tell if that was really bad or if I'm just being overly self-conscious about this. Well, Blossom's reaction will probably let her know which it is.     Petra repeatedly fires above the Chromes' heads, swinging her blade down each time to batter them around, and slowly advances to where the tumbled ones lay, belts free for the taking. <J-IC-Scene> Ishirou says, "Also, let me know if you need any assistance. I can grant you some of my abilities, or increase to yours. Except for Petra." <J-IC-Scene> Ishirou says, "Very specifically, except her." <J-IC-Scene> Ishirou says, "Yes yes, we know, Petra is useless but lets focus!" <J-IC-Scene> Petra Soroka says, "If you keep opening your mouth unnecessarily like that, I'm going to end up shoving something in it." <J-IC-Scene> Petra Soroka says, "Like my-- my gun-- as in--"     It shouldn't get to Petra at all. She *really* knows it shouldn't. But Ishirou's incessant playground needling, clogging up comms whenever she tries to talk, crude insults and threats, are so, *so* annoying, specifically because there's no class behind them. She absolutely can't stand it, and riled up and bloodthirsty, she has exactly one response to it.     Petra rips the most functional looking greeble off of a downed Chrome, and scans the sky for Ishirou. She lances her gunblade into the ground to set a stable angle, then fires and rockets towards the twink, belt outstretched and blade trailing behind.     "I fucking told you. To give me some *peace and quiet*! Shut *up*, Ishirou!"
Ishirou	The Nerf gun fired at Ishirou forces him to try and turn just in time, but the arrow still grazes his chest and causes Toku sparks to fly from where it hits.  Though it's not enough to floor him, it does stagger him for a moment.  Attempting to recover, he produces a rapier from his dimensional pocket, aiming it toward Blue.   At this time, OPTIONS fly around again, the targeting one stays on Futaba, but the firing one, flies towards Blossom, aiming to assist her in shooting rangers, to keep them from turning more people into Chrome Rangers. Then he turns to Blue.  He crosses the distance between them, aiming to throw the Rapier first.  While that might SEEM like a terrible idea, what happens is the Rapier flies back once it either hits or soars passed him, back into his hands as he moves into a series of thrusts.  He keeps nothing in his other hand but uses an electromagnetic blast to try and keep Blue on the back ropes.   Of course, that is until Petra comes crashing in and slams a belt into him.   Oh no!
Powerpuff Girls	Blossom, supported by Ishirou, doesn't need to pay as much attention to the Chrome Rangers about her, the helpful option giving her all the attention she needs to focus the beam. She meant what she said, and was taking the current threat to the city as a priority over having it out with Petra right there and then. On some level, Blossom wants to impress someone that clearly looked up to her. On another, forcing transformations on others was no good. "Hey! Action Key! Watch out for yourself!" Blossom calls in support of Remee, as several Chromes sneak up behind her for a clever sneak attack! Thankfully, she's warned!
Kuroto Dan	"Cool."      Genm finishes Green's finish as he bends down to pick up the concussed Ranger by the collar. He stares at them, visor to visor, his head tilting to a bit to the side as he speaks to them in a condescending tone.      "What were you expecting to accomplish with a poorly thought out planned and half baked equipment? Don't tell me you think any of this looks good. Why am I even asking? You're probably just going to tell me you all 'put your heart into this'."      Genm scoffs as he pulls the Gashat sticking out of Gamer Driver and loads it into a holster that hangs off the side of his belt. It shouts Gashat! loudly as an obnoxious siren-like sound begins to loop, a pool of purple and black pixels now pooling at the Rider's feet.      Genm lets go of Green, letting them drop back down to the floor, but not before he pushes a button on his holster.      Kimewaza! Mighty Critical Strike!      All hell breaks loose. The particles charging around his foot become full blown streaks as he spins around to deliver a roundhouse kick to the Ranger's face, creating a cascade of various explosions as his Tokusatsu Finisher Energy vents out through them.
Rowdyruff Boys	"We're not attacking everyone, we're attacking you. Barring rapid interference, eventual exponential conversion would result in us finding who we were looking for within several hours," Red replies to Remee, matter-of-factly. He tilts his head a little, and adds, "Wasn't my plan, though. That's what Father said to do, so we're doing it. I would prefer not to disappoint Father, of course..." A good dozen Chrome Rangers interpose themselves between Red and the incoming hammer, having seen what happened to Blue. They all belt-out immediately, their janky "transformation devices" skittering to the asphault to leave behind awful lego mines. Red retrieves those too, re-absorbing them into himself or... something. It's hard to tell what's going on there. He might just be sending them elsewhere. He looks down at the people on the ground, and at all the various other belted out chromes. He holds up a hand as if waiting for a moment to talk on the phone. Then he takes out a calculator, does some math, and puts it away again before extending a hand and depositing $16.11 on every one of the belted out chrome rangers. Townsville, CA has had a minimum wage of $16.11/hr for a little while now. Nearby, GREEN gets back up and is tricked into doing more belt-outs, which prompts RED to sigh and dispense more minimum wage payouts to the unconscious people on the ground. He mumbles, "Father is going to rant about California labor laws again." Blue nods gravely and switches to a side-arm blaster, laying down what might be covering fire for Red and Green. It's hard to say, it's not a very precise sort of maneuver-- but Green DOES retreat to the roof of the Denny's in response, shouldering their mall ninja glaive. "Bellamy is--" Green begins to explain, but Red shakes his head. Red is focused on Blossom for obvious reasons. He makes an agitated noise when her eyes start to gleam, but doesn't get out of the way-- whether because of disinclination or inability, is harder to say. The shower of sparks that result from the impact are a lot more violent than those that have come before, and in the aftermath Red is on the ground, de-transforming. He pushes to his feet unsteadily. Billy is recognizable from their kindergarten days, but only just. His hair is shorter-- in a boring-as-sin bowl cut. Underneath the suit he's been wearing something closely resembling some awful private school uniform in red-and-brown. His expression is a little too blank to feel quite human, but he doesn't seem to have been one of the copies either. These Rangers were probably brainwashed too. He re-sets his transformation device and clears his throat. "It seems to me that you have plenty of internal problems to deal with. Blue, Green, let's go." Blue takes a few grazing blows from Ishirou but retreats as Petra steps in to harass him, using the interjection to get some distance. Billy extends a hand, drawing Blue into it in a fashion similar to how he had simply dispensed money while transformed. Hyper Ranger Green, however, makes a 'pfffft' noise and waves him off even as Genm snatches him up into a firm grip. "I'm not going to run away while I'm only this hurt! Come on!" He sounds a little less hive mind-y right now. Weird. He actually backs it up a little by mostly getting out of the way of the direct path of Genm's attack, being caught instead by the sheer strength of its passing with a middling shower of sparks more representative of early damage in the fight. There is a crackle of energy at Green's wrist as he comes about and attempts to strike Genm in the chest before he's fully recovered, a twist of energy trying to snake its way from the point of contact and into Genm's transformation device.
Ishirou	The belt hits Ishirou.   Oh no!  No no no noooo! And then Ishirou, in a desperate last move ejects POD from him, canceling the RESCUE transformation.  "POD, command override to Futaba until I'm fre-" Gone.  Ishirou gets up, as a Chrome ranger.  His sword turned into a foam longsword-looking thing, and his own Nerf blaster.  POD itself floats towards Futaba, though it's likely to do its own thing, like continuing to shoot other Chrome Rangers. Chromeshiro, on the other hand, rapidly attacks Petra with coordinated slashes from the sword, aiming blaster shots at her if she gets out of range.
Remee Halcyon	There's something going on with Petra, and Ishirou, but Remee doesn't have the situational awareness to really understand what's going on. Later, once she understands what's happened, she'll be even more upset, of course. Right now, she's still focused on Red. "Well, if you're going to have your minions get in the way..." She pauses as Red dishes out minimum wage(s). It's only polite to pause for the bookkeeping to be done, after all. "... Then we'll see how you stand up to the Rider Kick!" CRITICAL END! "Riiiider... KICK!" Remee swings the hammer hard at Red again. That's... not a rider kick.
Powerpuff Girls	Blossom had said all those things. She was ready to let last episode be last episode - she hadn't even been there! - and be in Petra's corner again. Bubbles and Buttercup had been fairly glowing, in their own ways, at talking with the mysterious new 'Yellow'... But they had also been happy to make a friend over nothing but burgers. There hadn't been a huge crashing reason to be thrown together, no contrivance! They had met like people did. Normal people, you know, over the internet (and underground radio network of the Watch, but that's close enough)). Blossom had a way to sense things from people, an understanding of how nice they were. The idea that Petra really was a blank spot to her was a coincidence -- a trick of the surroundings. Surely she wasn't simply completely lacking in everything nice? "Billy!" Blossom calls, still looking forward as her furious eyes dim in their laser-intensity after belting Hyper Red. "Even if that's expedient, does that make it right? If you had just asked people to work as Rangers for an afternoon, plenty of people would have said yes! You needed to ask!" She's firm, like she's talking to an equal. Her stance drops the martial aspect, hands falling to her sides as she continues to entreat him. "Just because it makes someone important to you happy, doesn't make it--" She hadn't turned around. Behind her, Petra assembled a belt of her own, stolen off the ground and fired upward. Turning, hearing something Wrong going on and not wishing to turn her back on a foe, Blossom tries to catch what's going on in her periphery. "Petra? Petra! What are you *doing*?!" Blossom gasps, turning away from the Hyper Rangers and fully rounding on the rogue 'Yellow'. The interception fire sprays around her. Billy and his crew probably don't even expect to harm Blossom, but the bursts of toku pyrotechnics and sparks and cloth-embers at her back while she's shot and continues to face towards the threat. Invulnerable unlike the terrain around her, a shower of embers and sparks and asphalt erupts that she just walks through, to grab a hold of Petra like she grabbed a hold of the belt, and firmly hold the 'Yellow' back from whatever she's doing. She doesn't even address *Ishirou*, despite the Monochrome'd boy clearly about to join them with his sword! Blossom's back and shoulder gets in the way, critically. "Petra. I'm asking you to stop this." Blossom demands, as she interposes between the problems that have been created on purpose.
Futaba Nuki	"Hey, don't leave us hanging!" Futaba makes more demands of Green when that little bit of info is dangled right in front of her, scrunching up her face in annoyance while her armsgrow even bigger than before. Slamming them into the ground to launch her forward, she gives chase to try and catch up with Blue, weaving through that covering fire and preparing to launch herself forward when Petra slaps a belt on Ishirou, and things get considerably worse in an incredibly short amount of time. <J-IC-Scene> Futaba Nuki says, "What the heck, Petra?! You couldn't have waited until after we beat off those other guys first?" <J-IC-Scene> Petra Soroka says, "Why does it have to be on *me* to deescalate! He couldn't wait until the battle was over to start insulting me!" Skidding to a stop, Futaba stares at them in disbelief and only then realizes that Ishirou's POD is with her, reaching up reflexively to... She's not actually sure why she reached for it anymore. After giving it an awkward sort of pat on the bottom side, she hooks her still-mechanical raccoon tail to it before glancing around rapidly in confusion. "Where'd that Blue one go?" Having missed the suction of Blue into Billy outstretched hand, Futaba scopes out the area a few more times before giving up on that and turning her attention towards Genm and Green. Tempting as it is to just watch the contest of Rider and Ranger, though, there's still a credible threat to the safety of the people here as long as there's still Chrome Rangers running around. "We'll... Gah, we'll figure it out later!" Still visibly and audibly frustrated at PEtra, Futaba closes her eyes for a moment as she slaps her hands across her cheeks, then takes on a firm pose with her fists turned upwards at her sides not unlike a martial artist. She crosses her arms over her head, raises one foot, then stomps into the ground before thrusting one hand into the air with her fingers splayed out. "You get what you pay for, Billy! If all you're paying these people is minimum wage, then you're not going to get anything close to what these people are worth. Now... Satellite Power!" The air around Futaba darkens as she recalls what she had seen just one week ago and recreates what she can from memory: A beam of light coming down to engulf her, a burst of sun-yellow energy, and transforming herself into a yellow and black armored version of herself with red streaks that look like they might've been recently painted on. She's pretty sure that's what Morbucks' armor looked like, at least. With her (probably accurate) transformation complete, Futaba slams a fist against a ruby on the chestplate of her imitated armor, creating several hardlight copies of herself in that same armor that rush out to start subduing the remaining Chrome Rangers with flaming fists and icy blasts from their faceplates.
Kuroto Dan	There's an audible grunt as Green's strike hits Genm square in the chest, causing a moderately sized flurry of sparks to appear as he takes a few surprised steps back. The visible health bar on his chest lets out a shrill noise as a couple of bars suddenly disappear, letting everyone know that he did, in fact, take damage.      "Tch. Perhaps I'm playing around a bit too much."      He hides just how bothered he is that the Hyper Ranger landed a clean hit on him with an air of coolness, regaining his posture as he slots the Mighty Action Gashat back into the Gamer Driver, along with a new Gashat that announces itself as Shakariki Sports! when he pushes a button on the cartridge's side.      "Grade three."      He opens and closes the lever on his driver again, this time producing a whole new set of aggressively loud noises as a green and bright purple BMX bike appears behind him and just sort of... Contorts on top of him into some sort of armor.      Gachan! LEVEL UP!      Shakariki! Shakariki! Bad! Bad! Shaka to Riki to Shakariki Sports!      With this new form, Genm jumps right back towards Green, a bike wheel that was forming on of his shoulder pads now detaching to become a hand held weapon (it's literally just a bike tire) which he puts to good use by throwing it into the young man's gut with all the force of someone who is probably a bit too good at frisbee.
Petra Soroka	It's like those tacky shirts always say. Silence is golden. Unsettlingly silent and featureless forced transformations are silver.     Petra only has a brief moment of satisfaction when Ishirou's voice cuts out as the monochrome suit projects onto his body. By the time she hits the ground, she's already cringing in anticipation of getting yelled at. Her recovering battle stance is stiff and awkward, and her face is tinged pink, and when she gestures her shotgun at the remaining rangers, it's clear that her attention is split between her enemies and increasingly dubious allies.     It's especially clear that she's distracted when one of Chromeshirou's blaster shots strikes her in the shoulder, her head fractionally angled towards Blossom rather than him. She hisses and stumbles back, pulling up her blade to match his with renewed irritation. She twists a dial on the grip of her gun, snapping its grip in position as a hilt, preparing to fully engage the flimsy twink in melee and stomp him into the ground for momentary catharsis, before her harness is firmly tugged. "What are you *doing*?!"     Petra makes a frustrated noise deep in her throat, crackling with the lingering damage. "*God*! I *know* this isn't a good time! But he just keeps talking, and talking, and insulting me like some fucking child, every time he's around. He does this *constantly*, it's not just today!"     Stomping the ground and whining as she is, the Once-Yellow can't completely reject the Red. Petra hisses and deflates, lowering her sword. The idea that she should be worried about Blossom getting hurt by Chromeshirou's flailing attacks doesn't even cross her mind; there never really was a threat, just messy feelings and arguments.     Sullenly and hoarsely, Petra glances to the side and mumbles a response. "...I'm sorry. I just, it's been...." A hopeful note enters her voice, "One thing at a time? I-I'll, I'm sorry, we can just...."     Petra shifts in place uncomfortably until given a signal that she should be attacking, and then tepidly twists her shotgun around to bludgeon anyone but Chromeshirou with gunpowder-fueled blunt strikes.
Rowdyruff Boys	"This is what Father wanted," Billy says, in an unusually dull tone even for him. Yeah, he's definitely operating under some brainwashing. He observes Green insistently remaining in the fight for a moment, sweeps his eyes over towards Ishirou -- who has been BELTED unwillingly by an enemy -- and in particular by not-Incredible-Petra. He taps his own transformation device in Ishirou's direction, causing the transformation to come undone and the satellite device to disappear into Billy's hand as the others had. "I'll not be swallowing your poisoned pill, thank you," he says, coolly. He may be aware that they're at odds at the moment, but he's assuming anything Petra does that would benefit him is secretly awful in some way. "I'm gonna leave you hanging," Green says to Futaba, simply. He shrugs, and adds, "And Blue is fine. Just went back home. All good. "I don't determine our budget," mumbles Billy. "Okay, we've got to get better suits, everybody here has one. Though that one looks familiar," Green says, pointing at Futaba. They don't move to stop the remaining Chrome Rangers from being dealt with. It's a good enough distraction. "In fact-- I'm gonna leave you ALL hanging! I don't have to take this!" Green declares, before ALSO leaping into Billy's hand-- helped along the way by being WHANGED in the back by a bicycle wheel (?). By this point the clean-up is more-or-less complete, though there's plenty of stirring former Chrome Rangers to attend to; they're not seriously hurt but they're a little bruised and annoyed. One in particular is more aggravated that their phone screen is cracked than that they got hijacked by self-replicating supervillains. Billy clears his throat, deposits a tip on the ground, and... gets sucked into his own right hand. Weird.     MEANWHILE... A young woman in purple walks out of the kitchen fridge, glances around cautiously, listens for a moment, and then quietly leaves out the back.
Ishirou	Ishirou's belt disappears, and Ishirou stumbles out of the transformation and tips over.  Hitting the ground knees first and sits there for a moment trying to make sense of what just happened. Was this what it was like to feel like a real robot?  No...no it was not, this was something else, and he didn't like it.   His eyes snap up, remembering that it was Petra that did this to him, but before he could do anything he realized that he was swinging at the person in front of her.   Oh. Oh no.   "I'm..." he says looking at Blossom... "I'm sorry.." more aghast at hurting someone than mad at Petra for putting him into this situation.  His hands are shaking, even as POD returns to him, floating around him concerned.   -Current mental state is instable.  Recommendation: consume nutrition and hydration before making any critical decisions.- POD recommends to him.
Remee Halcyon	Nice Ride! Wait, no. Gashun! Yeah, that's better. Remee shakes her hair out, and then looks around. "Well, we... ah..." She trails off. "... Why's everyone so... um, out of it?" Left unsaid: did something happen? Someone's complaining about their phone screen being cracked. Remee passes them a couple hundreds just on the off chance she was the one who caused that.
Powerpuff Girls	Ishirou's dangerous Chrome Strash strikes with sparking power! For a moment his borrowed belt (which he's automatically being paid for! How kind! Townsville had a very particular way of taking control of your day at times...) grants him the glowing instrument of plastic justice! And Blossom just takes the hits like a post, all across shoulder and back and arm, so that Petra doesn't have to. Petra can see the strong, lip-biting winces out of Blossom as she tenses the strikes because to react would be to shift what she was doing. And she had committed to one thing at a time. Petra makes an effort to help, and Blossom's hand falls away so she can. The Powerpuff watches Petra for a moment longer, then rocks back to roll off painedly the carbon scoring and burn-in across her bicep and ruined top. She doesn't turn fully to Ishirou, still facing Petra, but she does crouch down, since Ishirou is down low. "If you're sorry, replace my shirt." Blossom declares simply, directly. "That's all the damage you did. Okay? In this town, sometimes things happen, but everyone tries their best to keep the worst from happening. We all live here, you know?" Her gaze, ruby red, flicks back to Ishirou, and he can't tell if it's a smirk or a full smile from the one cheek he can see. (POD, on the other hand, knows the truth: Blossom doesn't really smirk at hurt people.) "Take deep breaths. Things are fine, okay? The day is saved," Blossom sighs. "Thanks to everyone."
Futaba Nuki	"Gr... Fine, but you better come back with real answers next time!" Futaba snaps at Green with another irritated grunt, not quite de-transforming yet while there's still Chrome Rangers about. She leaves the cleanup to the clones, though, partially wondering how they even know how to move despite her clear lack of knowledge in how they work, but... Details details. All she knows is that it worked for the Satellite Armor, so it's good enough for her! Besides, she does manage to get a little money out of this. Even if it's not really needed, getting a free... Wait. This isn't real money at all! Anyone close enough to the ninja-in-a-suit can hear her exhaling sharply through her nose as some kind slight rage takes overe for a moment, but it passes enough that there's no immediate danger of her beating the shit out of anyone nearby. Instead, she rejoins the crew over by the boy formerly known as Chromeshirou to check on everyone. "Looks like we cleared out the... Whatever that was finally. And Ishirou's back to normal-" She has a brief questioning inflection in her tone, but seems persuaded by his apology and Blossom's announcement. "-so... Good enough! What say we get something to eat and-" Futaba doesn't actually remember how Morbucks turned off her armor, so she just shoves the ruby deeper into her chest until the rest of the armor follows. It is definitely not the same way it happened last time, but Futaba's back in her civilian clothes moments later. "-call it a day, eh? Maybe put our heads together about what all that business with Billy was? And..." She glances over at Ishirou and Petra. "... Anything else after we get some crappy food in us."
Petra Soroka	The battle is over, and Petra lets the parting words of the villains slide past her as she dazedly takes a breath, discorporates her weapon into revolvers, then slides them into her pockets, all without looking back at Blossom. She glassily looks out over the bruised civilians, and hesitates for a moment before reacting out a hand to help them up. It used to come naturally, at least sometimes. It's conscious, effortful motions now, following through on a performance that's expected of her, driven by the weight of ruby red eyes pressing on her back.     Petra is silent until the last civilian in her vicinity is helped to their feet. Facing away from the Elites and down the sparsely-populated street briefly urges her to just leave--isn't it just pathetic that she always thinks that?--but instead she lights up a cigarette and turns back around. She trudges back over to Blossom and Ishirou, hands shoved in her pockets.     Petra talks diagonally between the pair, looking at neither of them. "Hey. Ishirou. I really did mean that threat, and I don't want to. So shut up. Leave me alone. Give me a break." Petra's voice cracks, "Please."     "So, um. Blossom. I, uh. Thanks." Petra takes a deep breath and looks around, desperately searching for something else to do other than be scolded. "...Food? That sounds, good. Yeah, we don't know what his deal was, or what their connection was to... the clone, or who Bellamy was."     Petra doesn't even check the tip. She's still hoping to exchange heroism for a burger and cheap civilian respect.
Kuroto Dan	The fight is over, and there's no longer a reason for Genm to be here. Especially since he's not really keen on talking with the rest of the party. He slides the Shakariki Sports Gashat from out of his driver, loading it into the same slot he used to produce a finisher earlier. This time however, it doesn't, and instead the bike armor he was wearing removes itself from his body to just become a garish looking BMX bike.      He takes a brief moment to overlook the damage done to the Denny's, before mounting his bike, pedaling with full force as he makes his escape and jumps through a window that somehow hasn't been broken already while doing an extremely sick barspin.
Ishirou	Ishirou stands up, wiping his eyes, and nods once to Blossom.  He can...he can do that.  He starts to take a breath, but then Petra has to speak.  His blood runs cold again, her words...the callousness in them.  "You're threatening someone I love as family, you had a hand in making my home a worse place.." "You tried to kill someone just because they /dared/ have the same face as yours as if they had any control over it, and then nearly destroyed the town to just /spitefully/ kill them.  You did...THIS today..." "I won't do any of these things.  I am going to make sure you get put into a cell, and the key is thrown away.  Maybe then you won't be a fucking disaster to everyone and yourself.  God knows the /Watch/ won't do anything about you, so I guess it's up to us to stop you." Obviously not today, Ishirou's pretty hurt and just went through something harrowing as being forced to acknowledge Christian values, if only for like ten minutes.  "You are cancer, Petra.  There is nothing you bring to anything except pain and suffering..." he says, turning finally.  He's absolutely done with her.
Petra Soroka	Anger stirs in Petra's stomach, molten and ice cold, bubbling and freezing in sharp, broken fractals. He doesn't *get* it. He doesn't hear a fucking word she's saying.     "Fucking kill me then." Petra shrugs, the words slipping out of her with frigid ease. "Do it yourself, or wait until Lilian does it. Letting me rot in jail is the same thing, it's just pathetic. And cowardly."     Rather than intensifying, Petra's voice takes on a hollow echo as she gets angrier, slowing to enunciate every word. "You don't imprison a cancer. You carve it out."     Petra trembles, fist clutching at the hem of her jacket, skin bruised, clothes falling apart, unkempt with bags under her eyes, scorchingly aware of Blossom's presence. Hoarse with disdain, she spits out parting words at Ishirou before leaving herself, abandoning the Denny's.     "You're talking a lot of big fucking Paladin dick for someone who hasn't done *shit* for retribution other than whine and beg for sympathy in the radio. You're *worse* than me, Inspector Unit Four. If you had the fucking balls to follow through on anything you've said, I'd have a bullet lodged in my brain. Go fuck yourself and cry until your competent friends take care of me for you."
Powerpuff Girls	Blossom, in a heat haze generated by the embers of tokusatsu punchclock danger, rises when Ishirou rises, arms crossing slowly. Her hair, unlike her outfit, had remained in a perfect ponytail, unblemished as if nothing had even happened. Her ruby eyes are narrowed because something certainly did, her well-chewed bottom lip flattening as Ishirou talks. "It's not yours to be angry on behalf of all of Townsville. I'm not happy she did what she did, Ishirou, but if you're going to go in at each other, like this, you'll lose even the possibility of just living near her. You're not used to living close to people dangerous to you and just existing, are you?" The red Puff explains slowly, methodically. Extra emphasis is placed on 'not yours' and 'all of' and 'are you'. She wants to know, or, at least, wants Ishirou to think about it. He said his piece -- he got to express himself. Blossom walks past him, no longer smiling or looking at the bionic boy to step towards Futaba and Petra both. "Sure. Let's get something to eat. I can hear the kitchen still running, so we can get a Grand Slam." Suddenly, triumphantly, to a groaning populace and no threat left, Buttercup Utonium appears in a SKRR! of green hyperaccelleration. "Ha! I called my manager! He already hired an accountant for me! I don't have to do my taxes after all!" "Oh, perfect. We can just let Buttercup order then." Blossom decides with a serene smile and a knowing nod, eyes closed. This is nice. They'll get food together, and-- --then Petra Also Declares Her Truth-- --and leaves. Blossom hangs with her eyes closed and her head at the bottom of a nod. Buttercup, floating off the ground, looks awkwardly about with one hand on the back of her neck and the other jammed into a pocket of her distressed black jean shorts. "I guess Petra isn't joining us for fried chicken then."
Rowdyruff Boys	Tap. Brick arrives on the scene too late for the fight, but well ahead of the ambulances that are mostly going to be manned by psych workers for an incident of this particular type. The red trail behind him zigzags through the sky, suggestive that he had come from the coast. Although he doesn't arrive in time to participate in the conversation, he DOES hear it. Red eyes flick from Ishirou, to Petra, and then to Blossom. He is holding a pair of white paper cups, each has Té on them in black marker and in completely different spots. Rather than letters, one has a scribbled representation of a bow and the other a scribbled representation of a cap. "Couldn't rise to the occasion, then?" He needles Buttercup in what IS a friendly way for them, but probably doesn't look at it from the outside. Brick passes Blossom the paper cup with the bow on it, and sips from the one with a cap on it. "Are we actually eating here?" He wonders, skeptically. A trail of blue heralds Boomer's appearance. He looks stressed out. "C'mooooon, can't you just--" "We both know you have the money to get it dealt with." Boomer sighs and crouches down as if in pain. "This isn't even the GOOD Denny's..." Brick looks intensely unimpressed at the entire concept of a good Denny's.
Ishirou	Ishirou seethes a little, both because of Petra using /that name again/ but also because of what Blossom was saying.  "Oh sorry, let's drop that one thing, and the others are /more than enough/.  But hey, it's okay, let's ignore all that because she's Watch, right?" "I'm not used to being betrayed and being the reason people are put in harm's way because of that," he says, finally.   To Petra, he sneers, "No, you want that, don't you?  To shatter on someone, and bring them down.  To make everything around you worse because of whatever /messed up/ thought you have in your brain.  You won't ruin /her/ dream, and you won't drag /her/ down with you.  Containing you is the only way.." He walks away, despite the fact that Boomer and Brick have arrived, people, he wanted to share information with.  He's just /so absolutely/ disgusted with both himself and the tribalism that he perceives.
Futaba Nuki	Genm's sick tricks get a cheer from Futaba. So what if he's breaking more stuff for no reason? It looks cool, and it's loud! Plus, it's a momentary distraction from what's going on with Petra and Ishirou again. On one hand, her friends(?) are already trying to kill each other despite her '''best''' efforts. Again. On the other hand, she's about to grab some food with (two of) THE Powerpuff Girls. Futaba's mind desperately wants to focus on the latter, but her gut keeps forcing her focus into the former. It's probably for the best, then, that Petra steps away, giving the tanuki time to just calm herself before smiling excitedly at Blossom. "Great! I could polish off two of those after all that." She lets out a hearty laugh, but it's just loud enough to suggest she's trying a too hard to sound like she's not still thinking about what just happened. She's totally thinking about what just happened, but there's still the matter of the mysterious Hyper Rangers and Billy to consider. "Refills..." Is all Futaba's able to really mutter as her mind drifts right back to shitty food when (two of) THE Rowdyruff Boys show up. "Eh? Oh, yeah! Wait, is there a good one?" A beat, then she shakes her head. "Nah, I want the bad one."
Rowdyruff Boys	"No, that's not why at all," Brick wastes no time saying to Ishirou. He hasn't really acted publicly in the capacity of a Watch member to begin with, but he's largely uninterested in denying it. He takes another sip of his drink, glancing in the direction Petra took off in. Then he continues, "I was made for the purpose of murdering the Powerpuff Girls. In the end, I haven't done that. There is no one else in this world that is like me besides them. Not even that jingoistic hack, Major Glory." He makes a sour face. "We're in the Watch because the Watch offers discretionary latitude that no one else does. That includes being welcomed to target Watch members whose ideals are a mismatch from ours. If Blossom wants to try things this way, it's fine. Even if it's more than she deserves, that is the sort of prerogative we wanted. It has nothing to do with Petra being a member of the Watch." Brick takes a deep breath, eyes flicking from Blossom to Ishirou. "She's made of nice. It's her thing." Boomer stands up, nodding enthusiastically at Futaba. "Yeah ,of course! There's always a good one somewhere. There's a good McDonalds too. But why do you want the bad one? Do you know something I don't?" He sincerely believes that there is some conspiracy going on here that's worth listening to.
Powerpuff Girls	Petra is gone, fled from the scene. Blossom turns, back to Ishirou, addressed directly. Buttercup continues to wince and not make eye contact as her moment of ironic triumph got shot down, and then dribbled on a little. "Didn't need to. It's different." Buttercup complains lightly back, not quite capable of full fond ribbing back because of the situation. It's really bad, actually, and even she can tell, close enough to feel the heat. Blossom takes a moment to return to her own serenity, accept a paper cup from Brick with a bow on it with an automatic relief from a habituated favorite, and takes a steadying sip. Ishirou's comments rattle in her, and her ruby eyes fall as she considers. She doesn't speak while she does this, and Brick is quick to come to her words. But she's the leader, and she's been challenged. Even if Ishirou walks away, Blossom's voice can reach him. She'll just raise it. As loud as she needs to. She's not afraid of speaking what she's feeling. "Ishirou. If you don't think I feel strongly about someone endangering my city, you're wrong. If you don't think I don't have feelings about a friend" She hits this word hard, fierce and direct. Morbucks is who she is talking about and there isn't a shred of shame in the words. "having to hand-deliver a fusion bomb out of atmosphere because of something someone did, you're wrong. Don't go thinking you're allowed to hurt people in my city and because it's words, get away with it. I don't stand for it. I won't." By the end, her voice booms to those near to her, and her eyes glow too-white, too ruby-red, she coughs, and clears her throat, and takes a sip of her tea. Buttercup claps her hands. "Yeah that's sounding like this Dennys right here actually, I'm starved from taxes."
Futaba Nuki	So awkward. Futaba has to deliberately avoid looking towards Brick and Ishirou at this point, and even the heat from Blossom on Ishirou is somewhat awkward to look at. Thankfully, Buttercup helps pivot things in a less awkward direction, and Boomer makes it even easier for Futaba since she can just nod right at him when he asks about THE SECRETS. "Mhm! You ever get tired of eating the same stuff every day? It's always good stuff, high quality, tastes great, you know it's organic... But it's always the same. You don't get the fun surprises and fi-" Wait. There was a fight here literally just a few minutes ago. "... Food hazards from the good places. It's that kinda thing." She's not completely lying, at least. She really does get bored of the artisinal stuff. "Big portions, too. Shapeshifting takes a lotta energy."
Ishirou	Ishirou keeps walking, not answering Brick at first.  It's what they all say, but right now... From where he's standing Petra's gotten away with so much.  She's done so much evil and /nobody/ in their group is doing anything but standing around and looking awkward.   "She's made of nice. It's her thing." This causes him to stop.   "...Don't go thinking you're allowed to hurt people in my city and because it's words, get away with it. I don't stand for it. I won't." So many emotions bubble up in him at once.  Anger, pain, sadness, hurt...they well up until he can't hold back anymore, tears streaming down his face because he's tried too hard to keep it together.  To not break down in public the best that he can.  But that's pushed him to the edge. "REALLY!?  THEN WHAT ABOUT ME?  SHE GETS AWAY WITH DOING THIS, WITH HURTING A INNOCENT PERSON, WITH CALLING ME /THAT NAME/, BECAUSE SHE KNOWS IT /HURTS/ ME.  SURE DOES SOUND LIKE THE RULES ARE DIFFERENT FOR THE WATCH AND EVERYONE ELSE, HUH?" He runs a hand across his face.  "Don't give me that crap.  Don't give me that crap when YOUR city is fine and MINE is in shambles...and..." He just breaks down finally, everything /finally/ crashing on him at once.  He just sinks to his knees, unable to even scream anymore, unable to be angry anymore.  He just sobs into his knees.
Powerpuff Girls	Blossom doesn't waver in the face of someone raising their voice back at her. This layer of volume is whispering. "You struck at me, and fell at my knees begging for it to be okay." The Red Powerpuff blinks her ruby eyes slowly. "You got the same." Blossom doesn't waver in the face of someone trembling and collapsing to their knees before. This layer of feeling is usual. "I'm not your striking-post or sand-bag either, Ishirou. If you didn't believe me, and you didn't believe Brick, are you going to cry while calling me a liar? Or are you going to eat hash browns and wipe your face with napkins like an adult?"
Ishirou	Ishirou doesn't say anything initially.  His throat is raw and he's tired... Everything sucks, and he just made an ass out of himself because he let her get into his head.  Finally, he sighs... "I want to actually try a grand slam.." he finally says, standing up shakily.  POD is probably helping with that.
Rowdyruff Boys	"My current evaluation of the situation," Brick says, sipping on his drink and surveying Futaba awkwardly avoiding things, "Is that the Paladins have been more reasonable in Townsville than almost any member of the Watch besides ourselves. I'm not sure what I want to do with that information yet. I'm not made of nice, though. I'm made of puppy dog tails." "And I don't go to work out of some vague sense of justice. Usually I do it because the only people like me in the world asked me to or need it, and that's all. I don't care for expectations of heroism," he admits, shrugging. Boomer moves over to help Ishirou, if desired. He fishes something out of his pocket that turns out to be a mint-chocolate, which he unwraps and offers him. He seems to have thought better of actually talking, not really believing that he's qualified to talk this out with Ishirou or... anyone, really. Butch turns up once everything has quieted down and wanders right by people getting settled to join Buttercup. He looks baffled at what he describes as 'an incredible absence' of food, and orders even more. There's a hilarious excess of food by the time he's had his say.
Futaba Nuki	"Really? I mean, that's expected, but..." Futaba can't help but feel a small swell of pride at what Brick tells her regarding the Paladins in Townsville, and she snickers briefly when he mentions his origins. "Yeah, I remember hearing about that. Puppies aren't too bad, but when they get big..." She peers at Brick a little too long, realizes she's doing it, then coughs into her hand. "... It depends on how they grow up. But... Well, I'm glad you're working with the Girls and us rather than against us, at least. Just leave the idealistic stuff to us." She replies with a confident grin, finding some of her usual confidence returning. "Ninjas and tanuki get bad reps sometimes, but I'll fix both of those things by the time I'm done here!" Of course, that confidence wavers once she has to start clenching her jaw and focusing on not letting out any kind of noise or showing any kind of specific emotion on her face when Ishirou has a breakdown in front of Blossom. It takes her several moments before she finally remembers to order herself a milkshake (cookies and cream) and a soda (orange cream) so she has something to sip on, too. "Ishirou... Come on. Miss Blossom's not the person to get mad at. Nobody here is. Just..." She sighs, then smiles weakly when he finally brings up food, too. "That's the spirit! They got a sandwich version of it, too, so let's get one of those and see how it compares to the full thing, huh?" That's assuming any of the Grand Slams are left by the time the Grand Slamwich shows up. Futaba's most certainly going to reveal herself as a big eater today, although she'll (probably) have enough sense not eat herself into a food-induced nap by the end of it. Not unless the food is REALLY bad or REALLY good.