Thread: A Magical Revolution [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

The screen whirrs, the sound of a film projector starting up as a black and white countdown is displayed, moving from 10 down to zero. At the last, red curtains appear covering all sight, before they are pulled back, to reveal a town, as done in crayon and stencil, looking much like an 18th century European village, part of it is destroyed, on fire, burning, but that is untended, attention elsewhere. In the town square are a trio of girls, teenagers, each in strange uniforms, colorful dresses, skirts and long pants, hats, one with swords, the other with a crossbow, and the third with a harp. The crowd before them watches on in discontent, muttered words spread about them, but no one dares to act as they stand atop a raised platform, looking across the people with obvious hostility. The middle girl, in red, speaks up, loudly. Alright, listen up you humans. You had your shot at this world, and you threw it all away, in killing, and violence and stupidity. Well now it's our turn, and we're going to do what you couldn't. We're Magical Girls, and this is our world now. And don't you forget it. Jump cut, the slipping of the reel, to a WW1 style battlefield. Machine guns pound, tracers lancing through the air. They aim at a rapidly moving target, a blur of green that crosses no mans land in mere moments, dodging land mines and gunfire almost effortlessly, before dispatching the gunners with a large scythe and moving on. Jump cut, tanks being ripped to shreds and soldiers mercilessly cut down, wounds taken but ignored or rapidly healed, as a magical girl duo eliminates an attacking military force with extreme prejudice. As the last is dispatched, the girl who has been calling commands for the duration of the fight relaxes and goes to replenish her magic with a Grief Seed, only to drop, eyes lifeless, as her Soul Gem is smashed by her companion with a war hammer, who proceeds to take all the dead girl's Grief Seeds. Jump cut, a magical girl dressed in white stands atop a skyscraper, watching a lone plane in the sky. Around her a city smokes, buildings toppled, craters blasted in the street, cries of the dead and dying. But still she smiles on in apparent victory. That smile doesn't last as a bomb falls and ignites, nuclear fire shattering her soul gem in an instant before wiping away her physical body, and soldiers renew their advance as a large mushroom cloud rises over the city Jump cut, to a city burning as bombers rain down conventional and incendiary ordinance with casual disregard for civilian life. Through this firestorm advance conventional forces, wearing specialized equipment and wielding heavy, automatic weaponry. A shift in the background and they cut loose, peppering the debris with bullets. But it is merely a distraction, as a girl in a cloak and hood jumps into the middle of them, to weave death with twin sickles. Jump cut, a group of soldiers surrounding a magical girl in deep blue. She is battered, bloody, having obviously taken some hits as she dispatches another soldier and they fire away with autocannons and antimaterial rifles. Unnoticed, the sparkling blue gem on her wrist nears it's limit and surpasses it, filling with malevolent rolling black. She shrieks aloud in pain, in agony and hatred, and there is an explosion of energy that sends men flying, before the area is engulfed in darkness, from which none emerge. At last the world resolves itself into full colors, childish animations left behind. The sun rises on Mitakihara, but not the one you are familiar with. It is different, less high tech, less pristine. Commerce bustles, to be sure, but it is more dingy, battered, and there is an air that something is off. The factories churn, producing consumer goods and weapons, providing as much for the city as they can, while people try to go about their daily lives. This was the modern world, as it were. And Kyoko accepted that, as she lounged about her penthouse suite like the lazy overlord that she was. After all, she was in charge of the Greater Mitakihara-Kazamino Area, aka her personal playground. Yeah, sure Mami and Homura and Sayaka and all those other people she didn't care about where around, but she was the one in charge, with a nice stockpile of Grief Seeds, and no one to challenge her except what was left of the mundane Tokyo Authority. And they were too terrified to try anything. Yep, she was living it good. It also helped that she didn't have to do any actual work. She just signed her name on stuff Mami handed her, beat the crap out of Witches or other magical girls once in a while to remind them who was in charge, and the rest of the time she got to eat, sleep, play video games, and make fun of the blunette who had so recently joined their ranks. You'd think being in charge was hard, but it really wasn't. She glanced at the clock as she watched the sun rise. Actually, Mami should be here soon, to tell her about what she might have to do today. She was always organized and stuff like that. Still, until then Kyoko could relax, so she did, munching on a Pocky stick while wasting time away, her hands clasped behind her head as she sat on the couch. Until she had to work, she wouldn't, and that was the way she liked it.