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The sun has just run half its course of the day, and the girls are summoned to another room.
More walking space, less cramped with components and practice targets, trainning dummies, and cartridge cases are found in orderly arrangements. Higher up is some walkways with balustrades to connect into other parts of the homestead. It must be where Ririko hones her marksmanship daily.
The owner now leans on Raana’s shoulder. The cat-like girl, though not fully recovered, is now able to carry an injured personel. She puts Ririko onto a chair, near the cartridge cases, and the machinist starts to rummage,
“Told ya I can get you some sweet gadgets…”, says Ririko, “How’d you like some ranged firepower?”, as she presents a specialized flinklock pistol, loads it, and shoots at the bulls eye of a target on the other side. She spins it for one round, and the flinklock is able to shoot again, a new hole at another target. Firepower equal to Soyo’s pistol.
Seeing this, Soyo quickdraws her pistol, and fires 6 shots at all the targets within sight. She says: “And that’s not even half the magazine.”
Ririko directs Raana to locate some sooty houroku grenade, not something to be displayed indoors.
Soyo culls out a little proximity mine. “Portable, destructive, and can stick to almost every surfaces it needs to be.”
Ririko found herself another set of magic-attached shurikens, and throws one to a target. The shuriken glares with electricity upon hit.
Soyo shows her her magazine of electricution bullets.
Ririko points to a chain weapon hung on the wall across the room. It’s the prototype of her weapon’s kusari-fundo form.
And Soyo demonstrates her flexible and sturdy garrote wire, pulling it open and pantomiming the methods of strangling a foe.
Ririko asks, “What do you say about explosive rifles?”
“My pistol also got explosive rounds, and back home we got silenced sinper rifles. Big techie scopes for aiming, cracking skulls from streets away.”
“How do you silence a firearm? You gotta show me after this! Anyway, espionage crystals, whose surroundings can be displayed on a scry crystal?”
“Pinhole cameras, almost unnoticable if you put it in the right corner. Anything you say, I’ve got something a little bit better.”
Ririko takes out a film tape: “What about BanG Dream! ?”
“I’ve got Girls Band Cry.”
Anon blurts: “Hey Soyo! You are embarassing ourselves!”
“Seriously, you have to lend me some of these techs some day. They sound like an eye-opener. Oh, I still got this one little card where I believe no other weaponsmith can outmatch.”
Says Ririko as she tosses some little ball-shaped items to the girls.
“Smoke bombs, no fireworks this time, so just slam them around your feet. You’ll find out that there’s more than just smoke to them!”
Soyo follows. Puff! A smoke screen was made, and the next moment Soyo finds herself up on the walkways. Smokebomb, and teleporting, just like in cartoons!
Ririko explains: “It’s infused with some warping elements. Just focused on where you want to be, and if it’s within range, you’ll be there in a puff.”
Soyo throws it down again, and puff, she’s now back on the floor, with surprise and delight on her up-arching eyebrows.
Ririko continues: “Come to think of it, you all have quick-moving or teleporting abilities on your own, right? I’ve tasted how Raana uses hers, why don’t the rest of you show off your talents a bit?”
Tomori and Taki exchanges some glances. Then Tomori first tosses her hat toward the higher walkway at her left, and quick-moves to the shogi entrance door on the other side. A speed able to catch up with Raana!
Upon her arrival, she vanishes with a cerulean blink, and appeared on the walkway with her hat in hand. She has both quick-moving and teleporting!
Taki dashes on, everyone’s hair are made wafting up by her tailwind.When she was found, she is already standing on the walkway with her arms hugging.
It’s one aspect of her [FUURIN-KAZAN 風林火山]——[FORM OF WIND 風の型]. With her senses toned up, Taki becomes more sensible to her surroundings, and thus augmenting her reflexes. Meanwhile, her muscles and joints function with a higher power, granting her the speed equal to Tomori’s!
Upon this sight, Anon and Soyo turn to look at each other. Each wearing an awkward smile.
“Ladies first.”, “After you.”
Seconds later, Soyo reveals an evil smirk on her. “Hey Anon chan, come over here~”, as she takes Anon by the hand and into her embrace.
Says a startled Anon: “Wow wow, now isn’t really a good time for this. But I think I’ll be available tonight…”
Soyo looks up and speaks to Taki, “Hey Taki chan, catch!”
Neither Taki and Anon could realize what was going on.
A pink thing flys by.
It’s Anon being thrown at Taki, the latter barely able to catch Anon in a bride carry.
“Gosh I’m taking too much flights today…” Says Anon.
Soyo from beneath, “You just unlocked a new move. Would be good to get used to it. Think you can start with coming up with a signature line to yell when doing this move again.”
Anon descends Taki, and shoos off the three birds flying in circles above her. “Signature line… How about COWABUNGA!”
Tomori asks Taki: “ Cowabunga? What’s that supposed to mean?” Taki shakes her head.
“Cowabunga…Good one! It’s enough if you make impressions right?” Explains Soyo.
Raana offers to stay and look after Ririko, since she’s basically responsible for the machinist’s wounds. The rest bid them goodbye, and return to the hot spring inn. With a new allay and a new place available to them, this event is thus concluded.
With Raana away from their side, everyone is feeling a natural urge of eschewing merrymaking, for it is best held at time of a complete union, without even one absence. So they settle for a simple home cooking for the dinner.
Tomori exerts her amazing culinary skills. The sound of omelets sizzling in the pans are easy on the ears, and the scent of a brewing potful of suki-yaki redolent of everyone’s favorite tastes back in Earthrealm, including Taki.
Anon is the helping hand today. She delivers the seasonings and ingredients to the grey-haired chief and tastes the flavours while taking a slightly bigger bite than is needed. When the omelet dishes and the tableware sets are orderly arrayed, she starts to have her way with the empty bowls for suki-yaki: toss all four airborne in a circus-trick style, catch one on each shoulder, one on the head, and one on her lifted leg. Then she shakes her head, shrugs her shoulder, and flaps her feet, the bowls percisely landing at each person’s seat.
Soyo has been seated at her place, with an issue of Kombat Gazette in hand. She catches the bowl coming at her, and switches it with the one at Anon’s place: “It’s been on your feet, so it goes back to you.”
Taki kept sitting upright and her palms joined in meditation, until this motion disturbs her peace. She looks to Soyo’s side, and noticed something on her Kombat Gazette: at the bottom right of the front page is a column dedicated to a ranking of the “Rising Stars” of the week, kombatants who have had outstanding performances in kombat contests. And one of the names says “Signora LOCK”, the blood-raging demon with the win-streak of a whooping 15!
“Soyo, I would suggest you inspect this” Taki pokes the newspaper’s front page. Soyo flips it over, and saw LOCK’s name.
Soyo’s eyebrows flutuates, and these two gathering heads soon attracted over the other two, after the suki-yaki is served.
“Blood-raging? This could be our girl from the Black Dragon…” Says Soyo.
While Taki introduces LOCK to Tomori, Anon picks up the conversation: “Signora LOCK? That looks like a cool name.”
“I got five different styles of IDs from all my sec-accounts on social sites. Everyone looks like an inferior namer to me. But with that aside, LOCK’s one with both brawns and brains. She’s got that punches good enough to get a 15 win-streak in a fight club and I think the ‘blood’ keyword pretty much nails it… Lord Kasumi said I may find the Black Dragon here in Outworld. Seems she’s a reliable god after all.”
Taki noticed something: “It is at the front page. How did you leave that unnoticed the whole time?”
“I was looking at the only valuable part of a newspaper” Soyo presents the comedy section:
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In the Royal Palace, a couple of praetorian guards are having a chat.
“Hey you know what kind of widows are the most frightful?” Asks a guard
“Widows when their wife is out of town.” Says another guard.
“Widows when they are on a throne.” Says the question-asking guard.
“Widows when they are in this room with you.” Says Empress Yukina coming to see how they’re doing.
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Taki rolls her eyes, while Tomori and Anon chuckles.
Anounces Soyo: “Anyway, I’ll be going to town tomorrow to look into it. Anyone wants in?”
Tomori raises her hand slightly: “I do. The inn is running low on food, so we need a restock.” Soyo nods in agreement.
Taki seems eager for some actions too, but Anon goes to hold her by the wrist: “Nah-nah. You’re staying with me, rikki——”
“Hah?”
“I gotta design our outfits for the tournament, and I need a model at my side! You gotta help me——” Anon throwing puppy eyes again.
Without a choice, Taki concedes.
Then a satisfactory dinner, and a peaceful night.
Sol thro’ white curtains shot a tim’rous ray
And op’d those eyes that must eclipse the day
The next day is a warm, sunny one, where the saffron rays of Outworldian sun steals across the window, and urge people to have an outing before the rain of this Pluviosè month assails again.
On the verenda, Taki is training with a wooden katana, and in her room, Anon is doing Kasumi-knows-what, either cowering in her bed and sleep, or swiping through the endless feed of Instagram and Twitter against the ticking of clock and DM sex offenders.
In Tomori’s room, the room’s owner and Soyo are also up and dressed in their casual outfit.
Sitting on a chair with her companion combing her hair from behind is Tomori. She’s in a beige sleeveless crewneck with a indigo vest, baring her arms that tells a reserved toughness yet inclined more to beautiful fitness than agression, and a simplistic denim shorts with grey long stockings that gives off a feeling of vigor and lightness. A purple side-hanging cloth belt coils her waists, and flows near the floor.
And Soyo is wearing a brown cargo pants that matches her hair’s flaxen, and a light grey T shirt with black kanjis of “Futoukou不登校” written on it. Folded on the bed is her black leather motorcycle jacket which is already looking cool even when no one’s wearing it yet.
Now Soyo is doing Tomori’s hair with a brush comb. The room is given a bright ambiance by this hour, and some sprays of sunlight are leased into the room, brightening up a sliver of Tomori’s grey hair, and the mood of her stylist also, as of how satisfactory it feels to swipe a comb through the sunlight part of a headful of grey, and feel it gradually becoming smoother with each brush.
Soyo herself never thought about feeling out Tomori’s hair before. She only noticed Tomori’s hair stylishly hops up and around with her agile movement in kombat, and this sight of her hair, laden with the warm leaf-tincted sunlight and peacefully lying atop her adorable face, and tended by her comb, becoming ready for the day’s outing thanks to her delicate work, is verily an eye-opener.
The other hand of Soyo is on Tomori’s shoulder, and somehow gives off a sense of security. Large and strengthy, this hand of hers could exert enormous power, yet now it lies naturally on Tomori, treating the grey-haired girl like a pettable critter. And even disregarding this kind refrain of force, the physical contact from Soyo alone is making Tomori feel connected to this flaxen-tressed companion. The slight motions of her frame, and the heat of body, are soonest acknowledged by Soyo, thus telling her whether Tomori is stiff or relaxed, nervous or released.
It has been barely a week since they arrived at Outworld. Such a length of time is not enough for today’s event to not become their first body contact, but sufficed for Tomori’s trying eyes to capture the tenderness and caringness among Soyo’s sardonic surface. For this, Tomori gladly entrusts her body to Soyo.
Besides, now would be a good chance to become closer. Kasumi once told Tomori that a wise suitor grasps onto every moment of alone together, though she wasn’t sure what ‘suitor’ means. Perhaps it has something to do with ‘to suit’, ‘to fit’… Being like a suitor makes the team fit better… And she should be like that suitor!
She lies toward the chair’s back, wanting to gap the distance between them.
“Want me to do the front, Tomori chan?”
When, Soyo says: “Has anyone ever said you’re like a little critter? Have you wondered what kind of critter exactly?”
“Eh…I’m like…Billbugs… I think?”
“Heh heh. From the way I look at it, you are like a penguin. That would sound cuter~” Soyo stoops slightly as her brush comb begins to work on Tomori’s front fringes and side hair.
Onto the comb Soyo exacted her expert-level control, reaching a perfectly balanced degree of force that smoothly moves through Tomori’s grey hair and meanwhile feeling ever so tender and gentle.
Ever since Soyo moved into Tomori’s front, Tomori had avoided eye contact with Soyo, simply the reaction of her instincts in such a short distance. But as she feels her hair becoming tended better, as she sees the tool in Soyo’s hand go around her face, from above to the bangs at the side, and then back up and to the other side——Tomori doesn’t have to do anything, for Soyo Blade is taking care of her——she turned her face to Soyo in spite of herself.
The rosy-gold irises of the girl meets the sapphire ones of the woman, point-blank. Tomori can read into a person from their Ki, a perk where she outperforms her sister; And soyo can make up what she lacks in magic with maturity and experience as a super agent.
The duration of their eyes-meeting was short, but Soyo accomplished two things during this fleeting interval:
One, to capture into the most obdurate corners of her memories the image of Tomori when she looks up to herself with the innocence and lovability of an eye-upturned puppy imploring her owner to stay home and play. Slight, unconscious blush tincting her slick, chubby cheeks, her newly-done hair, done by Soyo’s own hands, fully revealing and adorning her cuteness, and her hands docily resting atop her laps, completely open and unalerted, welcoming everything Soyo would give her.
Two, to have her other hand reaching onto Tomori’s soft, warm jaw before Soyo realized it herself. Let’s pinch it a little and see how it feels…
No No No No! What am I doing! Tomori is indeed of age but Soyo’s already fancying the newspaper headlines of “SPECIAL FORCES EXPERT FOUND PEDOPHILE” and the journalist of that article being found suicided from multiple shots in the back the next day.
Soyo retracts her hand like pulling back a jab. Her pupils quickly bounced willy-nilly as she regathers her breath, and calms down for an apology:
“I’m sorry…Tomori chan… I didn’t mean to…”
“Soyo san… I like that, actually…”
When speaking, Tomori give Soyo a righteous gaze. These words are straight forward, and her rosy-gold eyes are trying to be as reassuring as they can be, pretty effective. And she’s just too cute.
“Well, Tomori chan. It’s your turn now.” Soyo hands the comb to the girl.
“I’ll do my best.” Tomori stands up, takes the comb with both hands, and cherishingly holds it in her embrace.
Now it’s Soyo in the chair, her hair being tended by Tomori with the same comb. Tomori’s rich expriences in tending Raana’s hair all those mornings are paying off.
With tender care, and lighted grip, the girl’s comb caresses through all the inches and slivers on the woman’s flaxen tress, which reminds her of a sun-strewen wheat field of Autumn. The girl’s touch leads the tress to dance, like the gentle zephyr whose petting every flaxen tress deserves.
“Tomori chan, I hope a little chatting won’t make a burden.”
“I’m most delighted when people share their voice with me.”
Soyo chuckles a bit, and rambles on: “Back in high school, me and my girlfriend used to brush each other’s hair like this.”
“We begin to hang out after I stuffed those football jerks picking on her into the lockers, with their limbs hogtied in their jerky. She’s your typical science nerd, designs little robots that goes into science fair, got a knack for anime and movie nights, and is totally worthy for Miss America when she showed up at the prom, arm in mine, wearing that gorgeous dress.”
“She says she adores my hair. It looks best when it’s undone, and laid over my back. Every time I crash at her place or she at mine, we do something like this the next morning.”
After some instinctive nods while working the comb, Tomori opens her mouth: “Romance in high school… Raana chan and I only had middle school… Sounds like some years to long for.”
Soyo, “I can tell you that. My high school only lasted for one year. At the expectation of my mom, I dropped school and entered the Special Forces, even cut my hair short for the recruitment trial. That was not long after the Homecoming Prom at first year. When we lay together that night, I felt like I didn’t want to do anything bigger than dating the girl on the science fair. Then all of a sudden I have to leave the campus and taking trainings in putting bullets into moving things, and artfully restore the memories of those we managed to invite over to our interrogation room.”
“Often I wonder, what if I refused Mon’s request and stayed in school. Of course that’s gonna be a different life, but how exactly would it be? Would I like it better or worse than my current one? And if I don’t like it, how much effort I’ll have to pay to change it?”
As Soyo’s flaxen tress is done smoother, Tomori ponders: “A different going of life…”
Soyo continues: “The day we bæd goodbye, I found she sold some of her hair, for buying the parting gift. It was an exquisite plushie of our favouritie anime. I keep this in a box where I can’t directly see it in my room, and only take it with us when we move out. Later I heard she became the valedictorian and made it into an Ivy League. But I was, somehow, perhaps, too old, to feel too elated, or fantasize her joining the team or something…”
“Sorry, I don’t mean to worry you with the concerns of age.”
“I’m so very glad with how much you are entrusting me with, Soyo chan.” Tomori takes up a new way of calling Soyo, and now that flaxen tress is done as well. And smiles of delight are shared by both.
Soyo puts on her motorbike jacket, the black top making a bridge between her flaxen hair and brown bottom, and highlighting the height and well-builtness of her figure.
“C’mon Tomori-chan, we have a day’s work to do.”
Following the directions given by Taki, a little research done beforehand by Soyo herself, and friendly inquires with the locals, in both Tomori’s style and Soyo’s style, like:
Palm in palm, heartfelt beady eyes, “Sir/Ma’am~ sorry to disrupt but we really need to know if there’s a fight club around her?”
Or pulling them over into a dark alley with unresistible force, coiling an arm around their shoulder, a voice-queraded “You do look like a local, and we would kindly urge you to share about any knowledge about that fight club in this area. Is that possible~” and patting their shoulder in the meantime.
And all these info led them here: An opera house in the Art District…
It’s of medium scale, a well-balanced size where one neither gets joy-killed by the scruffy sanitory condition and abashing operations of small ones or suffers the over-flowing pricing and crowds of despising high-hatters of the large ones. And giving it the decenct aethetics are the walls and pillars of last-century art styles, and comfortable-looking marquees with poster plates of what’s on the menu today.
At the front hall some watchmen in black are on duty, eyes skimming over the unlight exquisite candle stands and the sporadic groups of different people, the cultured and elegant in gentle-people attires, or the more rugged type in wilder outfits that bares their muscles and abs.
So they can act like either the cultivated or the unfettered. Facing this choice, Soyo naturally feels like being arm in arm with Tomori, and looking at people with her jaw——Taki once mentioned that it’s a formal etiquette in Outworld, and she thought they’d better look like the upperclass, like a haughty lady and her young mistress——Soyo just felt acting like lady and mistress with Tomori isn’t a bad thing.
But their casual outfits are just too vigorous for such a choice of disguise , so much so that some bodyguards at a distance even chuckled a little. Luckily, Tomori and Soyo entered the spacious double door up on the carpeted stairs without hindrance.
The venue is grander and more spectacular than they expected when looking at the opera house’s exterior. Precipitous and expansive auditorium, tended by the warm, diligent rays from these chandeliers above. If one observes closely, they should notice the artful designs of the carving pattern and structural symmetry of these chandeliers, few has done so, for each of them is giving off a dim but sufficient brightness to light up the sleek and fluffy curtains, the solumn stage, and the admirable box boothes up on the side, with out stealing the thunder.
Now alone on the stage is a tall, purple-haired female, with ponytail at back and forelocks of jaw-length, and cladded in a high-collared white shirt topped with a black vest with some formal, gilted, scribble-like, adornments on it, and black loose pants with grey vertical stripes. She is chanting in proficient rhythm a soliloquy:
“O, let us cipher to this great accompt
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
Whose high upreared and abutting fronts,
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide one man,
And make imaginary puissance;
For ‘tis your thoughts that now must deck our queens,
Carry them here and there; jumping o’er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into a cag’d-ring; as blood and spits glide
Admit me Waitor of this feast of eye.
Who prologue-like your pompous might invite,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, a fight!”
Amidst this lengthy soliloquy, a voice familiar to the two rang from the side, the voice of Kasumi, the Kirakira God: “That’s Seta Kaoru, pretty much the Number One of this establishment, and a virtuoso in theatre. I gifted her my own collection of Earthrealm’s Finest Playwrights, and seems she’s been learning much. Makes me quite glad.”
The two taken aback: “Lord Kasumi! What brought you here?”
“Well since both of you girls have other hobbies than stupid books, someone has to be the egghead~ Want a drink?” She hands over two glasses of wine.
“Eh…Thanks, Lord Kasumi.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back to my deity businesses again. If you need me, Tomori can summon me with a spell I taught her. See ya.” The Kirakira God vanished with a starry blur of mist.
They shrug at each other, and return to the show.
This is when Seta Kaoru finished the last line. As soon as the last syllable was spoken, Kaoru raised her hand, and the whole venue became astir:
The floor tumbled, threatening to debalance everyone on the auditorium, as the experienced visitors held on to their seat. The seats of the auditorium were divided into parts, each moving toward a consigned spot, as the stage also drifted toward the venue’s centre.
The lucent-warm chandeliers suddenly switched to a cold, eye-pelting white, and started to direct their rays like limelights, with all lights on the stage.
This done, the sleek scarlet curtains of the stage were rolled up, and disappeared into the ceiling’s machinery. Taking their stead are four sides of gridded cage, encircling what was just now an elegant ground of peaceful and wordy arts.
An extra spacious booth obtruded out, and morphed into a commentor’s platform. Seta Kaoru launched onto the cage wall’s top and lept onto this platform.
A couple of fancy-pants are leaving, while some more rakish ones enter. With beers, Outworldian・Whiskey’s, and grilled skewers in hand.
“Lords and commons, under this hour of the harsh sun, we shall hereby witness 2-hours-worth of magnificent battles!”
They noticed the two smaller entrances on the other side. That must be where the fighters enter. They would totally appreciate a good show, but they can’t sit around for two hours with their quest for the Black Dragon aide laid aside. They’ll have to seize the limelight and interupt for a little while.
A while later, as the lights gather on one of the entrance, and Kaoru announces with glee a list of descrption of some fighting style and a data of wins/losses, coming out first is…Tomori, and specially wearing her magic hat! And the other fighters registered for a match this day are following her. And spotlight resounds and lit up the other entrance. It’s Soyo leading the rest of the scheduled fighters out of the other entrance.
SIGNORA LOCK
MUSIC: Orchestra Musicians at the Site
LYRICS: Takamatsu Tomori, Soyo Blade, Seta Kaoru
CONDUCTOR: Seta Kaoru
FLURISH
ENTER TOMORI, SOYO, BULKY FIGHTER, SOPHISCATED FIGHTER, LITHE FIGHTER, FIT FIGHTER
Tomo. Dearie viewers, and fighters, and hostess
Allow us a little while
Me and my friend here are a little clueless
Our search is still futile
Soy. A special someone for whom we’re looking
With blue hair that in red flaring
When her magik’s all-the-more sanguine
I bet now you know who we’re talking
ENTER KAORU, CHORUS
Chorus. Who is she?
Tomo & Soy. Who is she?
Kaoru. What’s her name?
Tomo & Soy. What’s her name?
Soy. Her name is
Tomo. Signora LOOOOOOOCK~
Chorus & Kaoru. *Gasp one after one*
Four Fighters. *Gasp one after one*
Kaoru. Signora LOCK?
Soy. That’s the onnnnneee
Chorus. She’s the onnnnneee
Kaoru. How’s she matter to you?
Tom. We’ll teeelll you hoooowwww
Chorus. They’ll teeelll us hoooowwww
LIGHT TEMPO.
TOMORI DOFFS HAT. TOMORI AND SOYO ON ONE-AFTER-ONE TAP DANCE, FIGHTERS ENCIRCLE AND TAP DANCE.
Soy. She who in a fight club wins twice and thrice
Chorus. Is quite an able jock
Soy. And she whose trimph counts the seventh time
Chorus. Would strut up like a cock
Tomo. But the one who’s got a fifteen streak
Chorus. There’s just our Signora LOCK
Tomo. LOOK OUT! We talk of (With Soyo and Chorus) Signora LOCK!
Tomo. When you thought you’d win today
Goota put up your show today
Folks’re in for a gore display
Just don’t wanna wipe the floor today
You know it is not okay
Coming into the brawl today
When you hear the commentator saaaaayyyyy
Soy & Fighters. Signoooora LOOOOOCCCCK~
Kaoru. Signoooora LOOOOOCCCCK~
Tom. Your hair’s all bristling, goosebumps popping. You’re deep breath taking
At her charging and she had you in a choooooke
Joint locks clinching, ankle wreaking, eerie poking
Tentrils lashing and she keeps comin’. It ain’t stopping till you are broooooke
Soy. ‘Cause that’s Signora LOOOOOCCCK
Kaoru & Chorus. Signoooora LOOOOOCCCCK~
Tomo & Soy. Don’t mess with
Kaoru & Chorus & Fighters. Signoooora LOOOOOCCCCK~
Bul Fi. She curshed my fist when our punch collided
Tomo & Soy. That’s a LOOOOOCCCCK
Soph Fi. She twisted my arm. My skill’s so slighted
Kaoru. Yeah that’s our LOOOOOCCCCK
Lith Fi. She slammed me around and I was so blighted
Chorus. An acute LOOOOOCCCCK
Fit Fi. She watched me writhe like she’s delighted
Tomo & Soy & Kaoru & Chorus: And sadist LOOOOOCK
ALL. Signora LOOOCCK
DANCE BREAK. FIGHTERS CRISS-CROSS
TOMORI & SOYO DUET DANCE, TOMORI UNDERARM SPIN AND BACKBEND LIFT WITH SOYO PROPPING.
Tomo & Soy. So we’re here to make a little change,
A change of where the tides would go
To dock an anchor in her streaking shiiip
Niche as our name may sound
Daunted we have never beeeeen
To her reeking blood we hold no fear
So cheeeeeer and see LOCK humbled beeeeeeeee
Chorus: They’ll humble LOOOOCCCK
Tomo & Soyo: Hell yeah!
Chorus: Can she be stoooooopt?
Tomo & Soyo: You bet!
Chorus: Soon we shall knooooooowwwwww
FIGHTERS MAKES A PYRAMID BASE. TOMORI, SOYO LAUNCH THEREON
Tomo & Soyo: Soon you shall knoooowwwwwww——owwwwwwwww
Kaoru. Halt right there!
TOMORI SOYO DESCEND
Kaoru. You are but seeing the straited side
Clouded by the rumors blind
You see to Signora LOCK there’s more than (With Chorus) blood and bruise you’ll find
Kaoru. She is in fact quite kind and chill
Their wounds but proved her zeal
And when the fight is over she’ll help them onto their heels
Bul Fi. She carried me to my doc and bid me well
Kaoru & Chorus. Sweet-a-LOOOOCCCK
Soph Fi. Her cute looks had all my grudges quelled
Kaoru & Chorus. Adorable LOOOOCCCK
Lith Fi. Twice in a row she got me head over heels
Kaoru & Chorus. Belovèd LOOOOCCCK
Fit Fi. She gave me kind guidances during my drills
Tomo & Soy. Is this LOOOOCCCK
Kaoru & Chorus. That’s our LOOOOCCCK
Tomo & Soy & Kaoru & Chorus. Signora LOOOOCCCK
KAORU TAKES TOMORI’S, SOYO’S HAND. DANCE BREAK.
KAORU: And if someone’s coming looking for her she told us to say
Bul Fi. And if
Soph Fi. Someone’s coming
Lith Fi. Looking for her
Fit Fi. She told us to say
Kaoru & Fighters. She got squashed by a cyclop,
Bewitched by a siren,
Forgot to cut all the heads when battling a hydra
Stop it Stop it, she wanna reeeetiiiirrreee
She got shot by a hitman,
Maimed by a sharin-gan
Ran out of blood when using her magik to pick up a fish can
Stop it Stop it,
All. She wanna reeeetiiiirrreee————————
Tomo. iiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee.
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