[h3]Dianoid, District 15[/h3] Magical Powered Kanamin. The official English title of the multimedia franchise known more commonly in its native country by the name: 超機動少女カナミン (Chō Kidō Shōjo Kanamin). Its protagonist, the titular Kanamin, was a certain ordinary high school girl, except for the fact that she was actually a magician in disguise as a schoolgirl in order to avoid the Albigensian Crusaders of the Roman Catholic Church. This unique situation of hers was a never-ending source of trouble, and the misadventures she found herself wrapped up in were the focus of a TV anime (and its critically acclaimed sequel, Magical Powered Kanamin Integral). Every denizen of Academy City knew her name. How could they not? To many, Kanamin was their heroic idol, and thus it was no surprise to know that on this day, the Dianoid would be hosting the greatest Kanamin convention in the world. Kanacon. Not only was it a place for fans, but the corporations and creators behind Magical Powered Kanamin's success were present too. Voice actress Yuka Iguchi, whose famous early roles included Nitros Oxide in Crash Twinsanity and Toristein in Jewelpet Twinkle before she became Kanamin herself, had arrived early to greet the fans and promote the new song produced by her collaboration with the Orbit Portal Company: Shining Star ☆ LOVE Letter. The main scenario writer of Integral, the rumoured cyborg who went by the pen name "Kamachi.EXE", could be spotted near the artist stalls where he was buying every print of Kanamin he could find. And even SEGA had set up their own tent where convention-goers could play nearly-finalised builds of the highly-anticipated upcoming Kanamin fighting game: The Second Magical Powered Kanamin Fighting ☆ Climax!!. Anything a Kana-lover wanted could be found within this floor of the Dianoid. —— The stage where concerts would be held. —— The hall where autographs would be signed. —— The dealer rooms for merchandise. —— The cosplay areas. The art exhibits. —— The food court filled with con-exclusive stores. —— The many, many stalls that dabbled in everything Kanamin. —— Even investor booths for those who were of a more financial mindset. All one needed to do was simply look around. Here, in the great diamond building that was the very jewel of Academy City's District 15, Kanamin had descended. [hr][h3]MgRonald's, District 7[/h3] "Why do they call them MgNuggs, chief?" "All about the brandin', ya see? When Ronnie the Mime's on your chicken, folks'd be linin' up for that MgRonald's quality." "But why? Nuggs are all the same everywhere!" "Nah ya see, these are special 'cos they be [i]MgRonald's[/i] nuggets." "That can't be it, chief. Who goes bananas for Ronnie's? That just ain't logical." "Logical schmogical, that's just how adversit-adver-[sub][i]fuck[/i][/sub]-advertisin' rolls." Standing in front of the MgRonald's counter were two men (young adults) dressed in thick leather jackets. For the last ten minutes, they had been staring up at the menu, faces scrunched up in thought as they tried to decide on what to order. On any other day, taking so long to deliberate on fast food would have earned them the ire of other customers seeking the comfort and warm embrace of a Big Mg, particularly with their tendency to get sidetracked onto the most inane conversations. However, they were lucky enough at this moment to not be impeding any other customers. The line was empty except for them, and the short, hatted girl taking their order was patient enough to wait for them to finish. "Sounds like mumbo jumbo to me, chief." "Don't ask me, 'cos the rules of capit-capiche-capital[i]ism[/i]-[sub][i]fuck yes![/i][/sub] ain't mine." "Still wack, chief. Gotta abolish those someday." "Nah, then we'd none of Ronnie's MgChickens - two meals to go thanks lass." "[color=3f00ff]That'll be twelve-twenty yen.[/color]" said the cashier politely as she rung up their order. "Isami, sure you ain't hungry?" called out the mulleted one of the duo to the front of the restaurant. "Chief's paying!" The girl in a frilled white dress sitting at a table looked up from her smartphone. "No. Ronnie's vegan options are disgusting." "Whatever, suit yourself!" "But," she continued, gesturing at the crowd of visibly-frightened customers that had huddled up near her. "Think one of these dweebs called Judgement and Anti-Skill, so get snappy with those cardboard burgers." The sound of sirens drew closer outside the restaurant. The two men at the counter glanced silently at each other for a second. The mulleted man's gaze slowly travelled towards the large, wrapped object hanging from his companion's back. "Chief, you really shoulda left the bazooka at home."