[h1][color=d68498]✾[/color] [color=84d6cf]CHANCE MEETINGS[/color] [color=d68498]✾[/color][/h1]
[quote][indent][indent][@GreenGoat][@RedDusk][@January][@PapiTan][/indent][/indent][/quote][quote][indent][indent][right][h3][color=d68498]》[/color] [color=84d6cf]CAKE CAFE[/color] [color=d68498]||[/color] [color=84d6cf]1 AUGUST 2019[/color] [color=d68498]||[/color] [color=84d6cf]~3:00 PM[/color][/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr]
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The Elegies were small and numerous this time, the damn things shaped like scuttling rats and spiders coated with a surface of smooth, black ink. They were too defined to be the ephemeral, shapeless masses that were normal Elegies, but it was something to think about later for Micah as he mowed down the critters. They seemed to just keep coming and he was getting tired. The area he covered seemed deserted of any other Crowns so he decided to hang in there a bit longer until he really couldn’t hold out anymore.

The roar of a powerful engine was heard first before the rapid hollow booming of her blasters. The veritable rain of fire left the familiar ozone smell in her nostrils as she perched precariously on top of the bike trying to finish her canned tuna. 

She looked bedraggled and dirty, but as she stood up, putting her weight behind the bike as she swung it in mob clearing wide arcs around the lone Crown, her dull crimson hood and her transformed look all but conformed her identity. 

[color=GREEN]"Pretty reckless fighting them solo."[/color]

[color=FC9B8B]“I didn’t really know anyone was around here,”[/color] Micah said, backing away from her car’s movements. [color=FC9B8B]“But right now there’s still a ton of them! Can you take them out? My offensive capabilities are, uh, yeah.”[/color]

He didn’t wait for her to respond before a golden, ethereal ribbon beelined through the monsters and wrapped onto Nanami’s ankle. Nothing felt particularly different, but a tingling flitted through her body as the energy that she had recently depleted regenerated at breakneck pace.

The Crown of Potential wasn’t the type of person that lingered with a regular group—it was something that anyone that had the opportunity to work with the woman was likely to say. That was why, when the chimes had sounded, she’d simply left her gardening half-finished.

That was why, when she noticed two other Crowns present in the Grayspace before she arrived, Tyjha couldn’t help but be surprised. The Crown traced a path in the air with her armament, two shimmering gerberas the size of saucers following the baton’s movements as she moved her way through the crowd with an elegance only found in comfort. Two others meant Scatter wouldn’t be the easiest option to handle the sheer numbers—a disappointment, but not an issue.

The gerberas cut another line through the Elegies, their forms returning to Tyjha’s side with a sweep of her baton, the third of seven Blossoming behind her from its ethereal form. Its form grew in response to will and magic, trailing behind her until it had grown to Tyjha’s satisfaction.

Unable to announce her presence with her voice, the Crown instead used action, the largest of her flowers following instruction from her baton. It landed in close proximity to the horned crown, brambles immediately growing outward in a line to slow the approach of Elegies from one side.

[color=FC9B8B]“Wow, lucky me,”[/color] Micah greeted, the statement genuine. [color=FC9B8B]“Someone else with better powers.”[/color]

[color=green]"Don't lose focus."[/color] Energized, with what little energy she had used returned, she transformed the bike entirely, forming it around her left arm. A large combine appeared, roaring like a demonic beast, the blades in front a maelstrom of sharp metal. 

[color=green]"Fall like chaff in the wind."[/color]

The combine roared forwards, moving with the speeds of a hungry beast. The black specks of rat-like Elegies vanished beneath the deadly attack, its power shredding through the immediate horde like paper. Dismembered rats dissipated back into the air of the Greyspace as if they had never existed. The remaining Elegies scampered away, too numerous to chase, but held at bay for now.

Micah released the spell on Nanami, breaths rapid. [color=FC9B8B]“It’s always been rats lately,”[/color] he muttered, still looking around in case more appeared.

Another Crown chose that exact moment to step into the Grayspace. Well, he didn’t exactly step so much as stumbled into the magical dimension, cursing and swaying all the while. Under the black garb his Crown gave him, it was difficult to tell who he was. But surprise was plain enough in his voice when he looked up and noticed Micah.

[color=cyan]“C-Catherine!?”[/color] He called out, caught off-guard. 

Micah recognized that voice, but he was having trouble remembering who it was. One of the customers who frequented the cafe. Mark…Michael…something with an M.

[color=FC9B8B]“Wait…Matthew?!”[/color] he blurted out when the name finally came to him. [color=FC9B8B]“You’re a Crown?!”[/color][/indent][/indent][/quote]
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