In the Streets of Fandom, Saturday Late Afternoon

[angelo_wings]

It was a very cranky Rinoa who emerged from the dorms late on Saturday afternoon.

She had tried to catch a spikey thing, and had been sent back to the dorms. And so she had been pissed off, and had gone back to tell the cloud-thing exactly what she thought of his nonsense, and he had dropped yet another spikey thing on her head.

So now, she was pissed. She stopped at the weapons locker to pick up her Cardinal, which was strapped onto her arm. And she had no qualms about using it, this time.

Although she was maybe gonna avoid the cloud-thing in the park. Just on general principles.

(will be summoning DAS BOOT but is so so so open zomg!)

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[fh-goombaland.livejournal.com]

What was that? Up there in the sky? Why, it was a bird! It was a plane! It was a...

... A grumpy-looking brown mushroom in a large, green, wind-up boot, coming in for a landing after a particularly enthusiastic hop. Which was completely normal, thank you very much. There was absolutely nothing odd about the way it was bopping along, trying to stomp on whatever silly thing was unfortunate enough to get in its way.

[angelo_wings]

"Okay," Rinoa said, holding her arm out and lining up the ... mushroom in a boot (seriously?) in her sights. "You have three seconds to show me you're not one of the evil bad types, or I am totally going to ..."

What was a good verb? She did not really know what verb went well with an arm-mounted boomerang projectile weapon.

Fuck it.

"You'll be sorry," she said, ominously. She hoped.

[fh-goombaland.livejournal.com]

Oh, the Goomba was terrified. You could tell. It was totally shaking in its... boot.

No, it really wasn't.

What it was doing was making a bit of a detour, though. There was a very talky person down there. A girl, no less. Was she a princess? She wasn't holding a frying pan or a parasol, and the Goomba had no idea what that thing in her hand was, so she probably wasn't a threat, right? All the better for hopping on!

Incoming!

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was totally a princess. At least, the kind that spent Daddy's money and whined about how entitled she was. That counted, right?

She was going to fire at the mushroom part, first, and see if that stopped the boot. It might just be an inanimate boot. If not, she could deal with it, next.

So she aimed her Cardinal at the Goomba, right between those beady little ... actually, no, it had large and expressive eyes. Right between its large, expressive eyes, then.

She was going to feel bad later if the growly mushroom was actually one of the good guys or something.

[fh-goombaland.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh, its large, expressive eyes! The Goomba had not been anticipating this! What was that thing that was flying its way, anyhow?

Whatever it was, Rinoa had managed to land a headshot. Not that doing so was a particularly difficult task, really. After all, most of a Goomba was head.

When the boot landed on the ground, it was completely empty, puttering up and down in place, like some sort of antsy... boot. It was just itching for somebody to drive it! Somebody, think of the boot!

[angelo_wings]

The boot was still going? Rinoa hadn't expected that. She wandered over, glancing at it carefully. There was probably another one of those mushroom-things inside.

It was hopping, and the hop made her abruptly lose her balance.

Which was how Rinoa ended up falling into the boot, face first.

[angelo_wings]

The bad news was that, as soon as Rinoa fell in, the boot decided that was its cue to take off.

The good news was that it only took her a few minutes to be able to turn around enough that she was no longer a pair of feet sticking out of the top of the boot.

The back-to-bad-again news was that she had no idea how to steer this thing ...

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy so did not want to go back to the dorm lobby this weekend. When her crossbow hadn't worked on the mushroom things and the turtleducks she'd gone to try throwing knives, and when that hadn't worked she'd decided 'screw it.'

It was a total gyp not being able to make with the stabby on these guys, as far as she was concerned, and she'd been venting her frustration by jumping on mushrooms, and god was she going to need to buy new boots after this.

On one mushroom-stomping trip through town (and trying not to think about how stupid this looked) she happened to spot Rinoa, and waved.

"You look about how I feel," she called.

[angelo_wings]

"They looked cute," Rinoa said, a touch huffily. "I thought we were playing catch and they just dropped a spiky thing on me. How is that fair!?"

The monsters were not following the proper Rules, apparently. The ones Rinoa had just invented. Because she said so.

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy snorted. "So not," she complained. "I can't shoot these things, and I totally got taken out by a stupid turtle shell, and this is completely unfair."

She was right on board with Rinoa there. Why was 'because I said so' not a thing? It should be, dammit.

[angelo_wings]

"A turtle shell?" Rinoa asked. "So ... anything can send you back to the dorms? They're just magic teleporting fake-cute things that lure you in by being cute and are really evil?"

Cute and Evil should be separate entities. That was another "because I said so" for the rulebook.

[brat_inslayage]

"I jumped on the turtle," Kennedy recounted with a slightly bored-slash-exasperated tone, "only the shell got left behind, and I kicked it so it sort of went sliding, and bounced off a wall and hit me, and poof. Seriously. What a ripoff, right?"

As if to back up Rinoa's narrative:

"It's so cheating for cute things to be evil."

[angelo_wings]

"It is," Rinoa agreed emphatically. "Cute, cuddly things should be forced to -- you know. Grow evil-looking fangs and hiss at you before they're allowed to just attack."