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Kanacon - Dianoid, District 15
  • Beppu: Shopping spree
  • Yu-ri: Interview with a(n) (economic) vampire
  • Shion: Chilling with the concert-goers
  • Umeko: Bustin' Brennan's balls
  • Brennan: Balls busted

MgRonald's - District 7
  • Kara-han: Toilet break
  • Hisui: Walking her dog
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Dianoid, District 15

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.


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.

MgRonald's, District 7

"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 MgRonald's 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-fuck-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-capitalism-fuck yes! 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."

"That'll be twelve-twenty yen." 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."
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"Sooo-" Aya began drawling out as she leaned over and began inspecting the toy which was safely tucked away behind a protective barrier of cheap plastic to provide a view of it and cardboard which was plastered with corporate logo and facts. Its bright coloration attracted Aya to it like a moth to a flame, and in a more literal sense it really encouraged her to poke at the edge of the box. "Howzabout 3000 yen?"

The girl kept her attention between the cardboard box which she continued to poke and lazily glancing up to the dealer behind the stall; a middle-aged man who looked overly dressed compared to other stall vendors. Staring down at Aya with a grimace as he was utilizing his left thumb and index finger to scrunch at his eyebrows. While Aya was reaching out for another poke at the box, the stall-keep swiftly swiped the cardboard box away from her. "Let me explain this clearly to you; this is not up for negotiation. This is 7420 Yen -"

"Bit steep for a toy innit?" Aya inquired as she tilted her head to the side as the man puckered his lips clearly perturbed at the notion. As he placed the boxed figurine against the back-wall display so this freeloader could not mess up the in box nature of it, the man placed his palms together and breathed in.

He had to be courteous, professional, and not blow a gasket. "Miss, this is not just 'a toy', this is a Figma. They are a superior breed, look at the sculpting and paint job. It is a highly articulate toy with replaceable parts, a figure which all collectors would die for." Aya kept her tilted for a moment as she began scratching her head, "Oh so it's like, wazzit-" Aya slowly began snapping her fingers, "The Henshin Cyborg. S'fun toy, dunno if they were that expensive though..." Aya tilted her head back upright and began rolling her shoulders around. "'Kay so mmm I'm bored of your stuff so I'mma go check other stuff, if you reconsider haggling I might be back..."

With a soft raise of her arm she gave the vendor a goodbye, of sorts anyway it probably counted, as she began strolling down the aisles to engage in further window-shopping eying for better bargains.
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It certainly looked more professional than she had expected.

Through the glittering gates of the northern entrance walked, amongst other Kanamin obsessors, a translucent girl in a sailor uniform as black as a mourning widow, her strides as disciplined as if she were in a funeral. Slipping through the gaps within the crowd, she walked above the mash of thirty-year old enthusiasts and parent-dragging children, her eyes narrowed slightly against the brilliance and the noise. Opening songs and insert songs sounded brightly over the speakers, punctuated by coarser cries as, on one of the many stages within the convention, the famed ‘GinyaForce’ wotagei dance group twirled their iridescent sticks about. Elsewhere, a cosplayer with a convenient power flew around and granted panty shots to her followers. Yu-Ri wisely plastered herself to the side as the camera-wielding mob swept by, her own eyes affixed to the business side of things.

In a more controlled section of the convention floor, the booths of various companies affiliated with the Kanamin brand were set up, gentlemen in well-tailored suits and their attractive female aides walking about and shaking hands. There was even a surprisingly classy Kanamin-themed solar-powered sports car on display, set up as the grand award for a charity lottery. She tilted her head slightly at that, before pulling out a card and purchasing a ticket for herself. AI-Assisted Drive enabled even children to ride and own vehicles, after all. And considering how it was donated by one of the up-and-coming car manufacturing companies in Europe, the schoolgirl in mourning clothes certainly knew someone who’d be interested in dissecting it.

A good deed a day kept the devils away, right?

Her cellphone pinged, notifying her that an email contained the ticket number had arrived, but Yu-Ri was already turning her attention to one of the more ostentatious booths in the area. The Orbit Portal Company had, alongside with setting up a separate booth for special preorders of Yuka Iguchi’s new album, also had a sleeker (if not still Kana-pandering) booth in the financial area, and Yu-Ri arrived there soon enough, her smartphone in her hands now as a note-taking app booted up.

“Ah, excuse me,” she said, waving down one of the representatives, “I’m of Sakugawa Middle’s News Club –de arimasu. Could I take a minute of yours and ask a lot of questions –de arimasen ka?”
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MgRonalds, District 7


MgRonald's was by no means a ceremonious establishment. Even in its homeland of America, the mecca of meat and grease, MgRonald's was never seen as fine dining, only a quick and easy fix of that classic stars and stripes staple: a burger. To most that lived outside the States, it was simply another form of fast food, one that had a particularly bad reputation for your arteries thanks to a certain documentary. For one resident of Academy City, however, those American roots were still a drawing point in the time of greatest need. They were ,ore than a simple trivia tidbit about the chain's history— They were an anchor to home.

I'm gonna die if I eat another bowl of Woodles.

Yes, sometimes "home" was represented by a choice in lazy fast food. A reminder of one's upbringing, food of the homeland's masses. Something that encapsulated the heart of the people. And for a certain transplant from New York, that heart was in the "fast" part of "fast food".

"Are these slow assholes done with their order yet?" a gruff young voice sounded from the obscured hallway, heralded by the rough close of a door and the muffled sound of working plumbing. The wholly unconcerned tone clashed so jarringly with the atmosphere of every other customer's fear that, in a way, it would have been funny. "I hate tourists."

But going between the Karasawa the Delinquent, Noriaki North High's School's Student Council Secretary, and his burgers was no laughing matter.

The purple-haired ruffian, clad in a nondescript dark grey v-neck and tan shorts, walked into the scene with a knit brow and a frown. He surveyed the suddenly desolate eating area, frown deepening for a moment in confusion, before he caught sight of the clientele's location— huddled around a girl wearing a frilly white dress, boredly scrolling through her smartphone.

...She didn't look like she was some out-of-towner in cosplay for Kanacon, or anything attention-getting like that.

As a matter of fact, the attention-getting one...

"You guys got a problem?" he demanded testily of the assembled group, challenging their confused and frightened looks with a snarl. "A guy can't use a public restroom?"

Just because some damn Instagram celebrity, or whatever she was that was soooo interesting, was here! The fuckin' nerve!

He took a step forward to continue, before some large dark splotches appeared his peripheral.

He turned his head, and locked eyes with the two men currently still ordering. He heard sirens approaching. He heard the hushed horror of the crowd. And he saw the cylindrical shape strapped to one's back.


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District 7

While there were others fighting desperate battles within Kanacon, she too was fighting her own battle. Three hundred grams of beef! Chinese cabbage! Mushrooms! Items on sale for which determined men and women with mind awoken to pricing and discounts battled over each item like it was gold.

However, unlike their battle, hers was already over. Behind Hisui was a small roundish spiderlike machine, with the smooth front having a drawing of a couple of dots and a squiggly line under it, a common drawn cattish expression. An odd sight considering she had attached a high tech restraint and guidance system on it(dog collar and leash) to guide it along as she walked. It was but a simple carrier bot, the inside hollow containing her spoils of war(groceries). It was a bit more than she would have eaten, but that was because of someone who crashes every now and then at her house, mooching off her things. Truly a nuisance, she would declare to anyone who asked, but she didn't exactly mind her at all. In fact, Hisui did like it a little bit when she came over. Just a little bit, though she would deny vehemently should anyone try to point that out.

She would have, perhaps, gone to Kanacon to try her luck at the investor's booths, but, she already had a benefactor, one that was generous as long as she was silent, and finished their orders on time. Well, there were smaller private jobs through them as well, such as that time someone asked for a smaller, more portable version of the Testament machine. She couldn't remember what happened to him.

The sound of sirens drew her out of her own thoughts, as she walked past the MgRonalds. What was going on? Just to be safe, she put on her red gloves, the one with the large flared cuffs made of composite material she milled herself. Her boots... well her boots were already on, and made of the same material, as well as the same coloration. She doubted she would have to fight, it seemed Anti-Skill were already on their way here after all.

"...Yunya. Go home."

Letting go of the leash, the small cat faced spider robot scuttled away, as she stood around, waiting for the event to unfold.
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In spite of the loud music being played around the convention, a girl walked alone through the crowded space with large headphones on, ironically playing the same music that everyone else could hear. Dressed in her Kirigaoka Girls' Academy uniform, a source of pride for her, she scanned the booths and stalls looking for rare or personally appealing items. She arrived at a vendor selling phone cases and though they were high quality and there were some that weren't too expensive, the girl's passion for Kanamin was very minor. Besides, her phone and prized mp3 player were both already covered in Gekota memorabilia. Still, she knew that there were some at her school who would be willing to pay more than this for the items she looked through, so she decided to sspend 2500 yen on a couple of phone cases.

Some time later, Shion had seen most of the merchandise and found herself buying a ticket for the car before finally finding the diamond in the rough of Kanacon. The preorder for the new album of Kanamin music. It took the rest of her savings, but she managed to part with the money easily enough for what she was getting. And with that singular errand done, she went to the stage to wait for the live performance scheduled for later on, ready to record the live audio for her personal music collection.
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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 you 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 are the prime. In this vast sea of knockoffs, Kawaguchi Umeko was 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.

"Brennan," 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. "We need a plan, Brennan, or we shall be beaten to the spoils. What do you suggest?"
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