[h2][color=turquoise]Meteora Österreich[/color][/h2][hr][hr][color=turquoise][i]"I guess that's what I would call irony,"[/i][/color] Meteora Österreich, the Great Sage of the End of the World, thought as she adjusted her glasses and observed the commotion caused by a certain man in a Starbucks Store. Things were developing just as she expected, however, an explanation about how this situation got to the point it is now would be good; if only to make the narrative feel less contrived.

A few days ago...

Meteora had finished the manuscript for a follow-up novel in the critically acclaimed series she began writing as soon as the Military Uniform Princess incident was resolved. While her work was undoubtedly good, it still lacked mass-market appeal, or so her editor said. Perhaps, if they could convince some investor to back up an anime project, the series could reach new heights of recognition. 

There was only one problem with this idea, the domestic market was way too overcrowded. All major studios were booked full for the next two or three years and no media company wanted to back a project that didn't involve little sisters, parallel worlds, stupidly long titles, or all of these combined. In fact, Meteora's greatest nemesis in the editorial market was an obnoxious series named: "No way!? Are you saying that I got sent to a Parallel World where a frilly-dressed dragon is my little sister?"

Which such kind of low blow competition, there was no way that Meteora's work would get the eyes of the domestic industry. Her ray of hope came from the fact that the overseas sales of her series were growing exponentially in the past few months, which prompted Meteora's editor to arrange a trip to an anime convention in New York, where Meteora would be holding an autograph session for her newest novel and possibly try to convince some foreign backers, to invest in an anime adaptation.

Everything was well and good until Meteora's plane met an unexpected storm right before arriving in New York. The last thing she remembered from the flight was a blinding flash as the aircraft was hit by a lightning bolt.

Once Meteora woke up, she found herself sprawled on the roof of an unknown building somewhere in Manhattan. How she arrived there, or what happened to the remainder of the passengers where mysteries that she didn't have the answers for. However, she knew that at least something was out of order: She had her powers back, as was evidenced when she found the Book of a Thousand Miles right by her side, along with her hand baggage from the flight.

Whether this was the Hair Mop Princess' fault once again, or someone else's, the only sensible thing to do was to lay low and find a place where she could get information for free and something to eat. Considering that her phone didn't have any reception, but still worked in perfect order, what would be a better place to begin than a Starbucks store?

And so we get back to the present time and to Meteora's newest adventure, which was about to begin with she walking to the same barista that was currently dealing with mister not-celebrity and asking, [color=turquoise]"Excuse me for the interruption, could I have another one of these, please?"[/color] while pointing to what must have been her fifth or sixth breakfast order in the span of less than a half hour.

While Meteora waited for the woman's reply, she turned to mister not-celebrity and gave him a critical look from head to toes to ascertain that this armor wasn't a hoax. [color=turquoise]"That's a fine costume. Would you mind if I ask where you bought it?"[/color] Meteora asked in a casual way, to gauge 'Iron Man's' reaction.[hr]