crime never sleeps

[muskettear]

WHO: Mami Tomoe (muskettear) and WHOEVER
WHERE: Around the City, patrolling
WHEN: Evening to late night
WARNINGS: nothing?
SUMMARY: Mami works off her feelings of frustration and guilt in the most productive way possible - which means vigilantism, which means fighting crime with a lot of muskets and ribbons because a magical girl's powers are not the most subtle thing.
FORMAT: Para or quick; I'll match you!


Mami Tomoe was...not angry, but at the very least frustrated. This was not an uncommon thing for girls her age.

What was uncommon, though, was that Mami Tomoe was a magical girl, and thus had an unusual outlet for stress - as well as unusual sources of stress. She had nobody to talk to, no mentor figure she could rely on; Kyoko wasn't even talking to her (not that she could blame the other girl) and Sayaka looked up to her.

So, instead, she went out, and practically looked for trouble - but that was okay. She could handle it. Magical girls were made to handle more dangerous foes than muggers, after all - and she hated it, knowing what Kyuubey had done; what he had made them into.

She had no way of politely venting, so instead she let her abilities do the talking - and she could be found wandering the streets alone untransformed, or bounding over rooftops in her outfit, patrolling.

Comments

[muskettear]

[ She is - but what choice did she have? It was become a magical girl or die.

She might as well do something useful with it, since there's no Witches to fight in the City.

The man gets up, attempting to charge her in his dazed state, and she summons a musket from nowhere - and deftly applies the blunt end between his eyes, which knocks him out.

That seems to be everything, and now they're left with six men in varying states of unconsciousness. ]

It's a good thing they didn't get to use their guns too much... [ It could have gone worse, but right now she's fairly happy with the results. ]

[futurebatwoman]

[ Summoning a - what is that? Some kind of gun, she guesses, but she doesn't recognize what type it is at all. It must be too old for her to know it, which is sort of weird.

But not too weird for her to think this whole exercise had gone quite well, in the end. Which was good considering where she'd started from. ]

Definitely a good thing. I'm armored, though. [ Looking her over more thoroughly and calmly now. The outfit looks almost familiar in some way. ] Thanks for the assist.

[muskettear]

[ She can't form anything more complex than a musket; she's tried. Then again, the guns serve her well enough when she can make unlimited amounts of them.

She curtsies, politely. ] It wasn't any trouble at all. I'm glad to help.

[ She does look politely curious, though, at the mention of armour - no superheroes or crimefighters in her world, after all, not really - but she doesn't say anything. ]

[futurebatwoman]

[ Unlimited amounts of anything sound vastly helpful.

The curtsy is at once kind of weird and kind of cute, and Max smiles just a little through the mask. ]

You're polite. I'm Batwoman. Good to meet you.

[muskettear]

[ She tries not to stare, but the costume is so different from the ones she's used to. It's sleek, black and obviously made for these kinds of outings. ]

Ah...I try to be. [ She smiles, suddenly feeling nervous in the face of this woman who seems much more experienced than her (she is older and she'd taken on those six men without really hesitating; she must have known what she was doing). ] It's nice to meet you. My name is Tomoe Mami.

[futurebatwoman]

[ Hand made for these kinds of outings, in fact. ]

No codename? [ No mask, either. She's not sure if that just means different set ups between worlds or someone who's just getting into vigilanteism. Either way, she doesn't really need to do the vanishing into the night thing. ]

[muskettear]

[ She looks startled. ] Am I supposed to have one? I didn't really know that... [ though she's like one step away from it what with the fancy attack names and everything

she looks a little embarrassed actually ] I'm sorry. I'm a little new to this, still.

[futurebatwoman]

It's not a supposed to thing. [ Considering. So new to this was the right guess after all. ] Most people just think it's safer. Nobody knows who you really are.

No need to apologize.

[muskettear]

Ah, I see...I'm just not used to fighting people, that's all. [ There's no point in having a 'secret identity' if you do all your work in secret anyway. Any civilian that stumbled into a Witch's barrier wouldn't really remember anything later, or write it off as a dream. ]

If I could ask -- how long have you been doing this..?

[futurebatwoman]

Over a year. [ Just barely, but her timeline to others still has to include imaginary time doing this at home. ]

But you're used to fighting, it looks kind of like.

[muskettear]

[ She looks down for a moment, shuffling her feet in apparent shyness before she masters her own nervousness and fear and looks up again. ]

...I have to be careful, though. I could easily kill someone with a shot... [ She summons a musket, to demonstrate, and fires it at a stack of crates.

When it hits, it splinters most of them effectively, leaving a smoking mark in the floor. ]

Back home, I used to fight monsters. 'Witches', that generated negative emotions in an area of influence. They could cause people to commit suicide.

They're much stronger than ordinary people. [ she's reminded, uncomfortably, of how strong Gisela was. ] So I have to be careful.

[futurebatwoman]

[ oh that was - effective, yes. wow. kind of really effective, no wonder she hadn't been shooting anyone. but she was clearly concerned about killing people, so that's good to know. ]

And you want to keep fighting criminals here?