Thread: Magical Girl - Oblivion Seeds! ( Iridium248 x Major Mario )

Like most good things, Otakon would start in the afternoon and drag on until midnight. When Keiko arrived with her Digital Angel Etoile persona raring to go, she would find that the festivities were already well underway. There was a thick crowd of people coming into and out of a gigantic convention center near the heart of Tokyo- so gigantic that oblivious American sports fans were getting confused as to why the Japanese had taken such a sudden interest in football. Booths had been set up within the convention center and housed many famous and underground-level artists, directors, actors and other media moguls while a few entertainment pieces, such as arcade cabinets, pachinko machines, photo-op stages and signings were scattered about to keep the patrons eager to keep going, to continue experiencing all that Otakon had to offer them. While celebrities and skilled artists were front and center at Otakon, for Etoile she would find plenty of excitement within the gathered masses. Japanese citizens and foreign tourists were aplenty here, and with the enclosed spaces and aisles keeping them packed together, the odds of Etoile running into some interesting and alluring people were high. Even if she wasn't looking for attractive people to fantasize about, she would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that people were looking at her. Some men gazed at her from a distance while some women had to stop and look at Etoile out of jealousy, envy, appreciation and lecherous desire, for not even women were safe from Etoile's charm, unbeknownst to her or otherwise. As the Digital Angel moved through the masses she would even start to feel her appreciators- a grope to her breasts, a slap to her ass, the flash of a camera from some cheeky kid looking for a panty shot. They would all manage to escape before Etoile could get after them... But still, surely a woman like her would appreciate all that attention! As for the main event- well, one of them- Etoile would find that the cosplayers were out and about to take in the festivities before they converged towards an older gentleman taking names by a grand stage. This was the start of the cosplay competition which tempted even the most secluded and aloof of people to participate. The prizes were stupendous, but there was no greater prize than being up there on stage with lights shining down on the winner while all eyes were on them. Right now this older gentleman, who was short and squat with beady little eyes and a noticeable paunch, was busy attending to the various cosplayers who had lined up to get admitted into the competition. He gave each cosplayer a thorough look-over, though the women got even more of it, before handing them a small placard with a number for their designation. If Etoile were to join, she would find that the competition was no laughing matter. The men came here to win with their impressive costumes and armor. Fortunately for Etoile, there were categories to this competition, and so the men were in a seperate one. After all, how could they compete with the lovely ladies when they had so many assets? For that matter, how could Etoile compete against some of these cosplayers who had intricate outfits and were dolled up? The last cosplayer that the old lecher in charge of admitting them was rocking a kick-ass Chun-Li costume ! But Etoile might find some reassurance in the fact that many people were looking for something new... someone charming and beautiful... like her! Question was, would she take the chance? And an even better yet far less 'important' question was, why did this old lecher seem so chipper and energetic for his age? It was as if he had some kind of lucky charm with him. Or, you know, he was just excited and aroused from seeing all these lovely ladies!