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[@Plank Sinatra] [@Crimmy][/center]

When standing in a hall of mirrors, how do you know which of the images is the real you? In a sea of facsimiles of varying quality, who is the original? The best? How are you supposed to know, surrounded by imitations, that [i]you[/i] are the best? The mold from which all of these impersonations have been cast? 

You know. You believe. It's a certainty, an unshakable belief, that you [i]are[/i] the prime. In this vast sea of knockoffs, Kawaguchi Umeko [i]was[/i] the best.

Except for the girl with the rocket engine.

That was fucking cheating.

It had been a long, long week. An unreasonable amount of inconveniences had come to pass in a time that should have been filled with marveling at the wonderful engineering of a 1/60 scale Perfect Grade GN-001 masterpiece. But despite these setbacks, nothing was hindering her excitement. For today, Kawaguchi Umeko had become the Super Mobile Girl of Love and Justice, Magical Powered Kanamin. Every stitch of her outfit done by hand, painstakingly researched frame by frame from the TV show. Her staff meticulously fabricated with the same care that she created components for the space probe, or her personal engineering projects. Nothing was missed. No seam or mark out of place. But the outfit was only as good as the person wearing it, and she was more than up to the task.

After poring over the show frame by frame, it was nothing to meticulously practice Yuka Iguchi's tone, delivery, and inflection for every catchphrase. 

And now her preparations had come to fruition, even if her plan of attack had not yet.

The dealer room would be very important, and had to be hit quickly in order to ensure that the best finds were not sold already. Rare merchandise only came out of the woodwork so often, and others would be seeking it. She had to get there first. But equally important was the Magi☆Mint Chip. It was only being sold here. She would need to obtain it for immediate consumption, and to take home. But how?

This called for a certain, ruthless cunning if her goals were to be met.

[color=4169e1]"Brennan,"[/color] She began, elbowing her captive slightly and stretching out the first syllable in a way that was uniquely Kawaguchi Umeko, and not Yuka Iguchi for the first time since they had boarded the train. [color=4169e1]"We need a plan, Brennan, or we shall be beaten to the spoils. What do you suggest?"[/color]