The first team-ups… and incidentally, pretty much all of my team-ups… have been with the RPGC Do-Gooder Forces. No kidding. Now, fighting with a catgirl who’s made out of your very own imagination is easy, since she’s pretty same as you, thinks like you and acts accordingly, but when you get a completely independent lunatic magical half-dragon half-equine on your territory hunting for rogue magic users, something’s bound to go wrong. Not to mention a few horseshoe prints on your face. Yeah, I’m talking about the time I encountered Tenchimaru Draconis. Some of you might recognize him as Agent RPG - Dragon, but that name’s another story.
A peaceful Saturday morning. 8:30. The Christian Pad. The living room’s TV is blasting cartoons as two figures are mooning over the coffee maker.
“This is all your fault.”, said the female figure antagonizingly.
“Hey, seeing you’re just an overly real figment of my imagination and sick preferences, I find it pretty NORMAL for you to have intense cravings for coffee in the morning.”, said the male figure, turning over to the cupboard to pick up two mugs. “But what I don’t find so normal is the fact you don’t need … you know, anything else when it comes to nutrition.”, the man shrugged.
“Seeing the fact your mind is taking care of MY matter business, it’s fine.”, replied the female.
The man poured two cups of coffee, then added milk to both, serving the other cup to the female on the other side of the table.
“Well, it’s completely healthy to be talking with the voice in my head, materialized in front of me, instead of causing me to talk to myself during the time you decide to have a ‘downtime’.”, the male said, taking a long, gulp, savoring the contents of the mug.
“Kind of makes me thankful you didn’t have a lolita nurse complex, mr. Christian.”, the female stung in a sarcastic tone.
“Oh hush, Kat. Now, since I have the weekend off, we could go out a bit, take a walk in the park and stuff, although we’ll probably be stopped by those pesky Otakus again.”, Maxim suggested.
“Don’t remind me of those people… ‘Hey nee-san, your tail and ears look so real, did you make them yourself?’”, Kat-Chi imitated in a squeaky fangirl voice, and then stopped to take a swig.
“Well, not to be rude, but they kinda go nicely as ‘accessorizing’, eh?”, Maxim smiled.
“Whatever floats your boat, hero.”, the catgirl replied and lied down on the sofa, slowly falling into a trance over the cartoon broadcast.
“I know you know. Be right back, showertime.”
“Be your own guest, dude.”, the catgirl waved him away and continued watching some more cartoons.
Meanwhile, in Tähtitornimäki Park…
“ICE THE BEAST QUICKLY, OR IT’LL RUIN EVERYTHING!”, a loud voice shouted. Two other voices chanted with hearts of cold and ice, bringing a stop to the beautiful morning, blotting the sun with grey clouds, and raising a chilling wind.
Massive glacial spikes punctured the green lawn, as an equine figure engulfed in light galloped forth, towards the three figures with eyes of fire…
TO be continued in a jiffy!
“Knowing is half the battle! Yeah!”
And we now return to our previously scheduled program…
“So, what should I wear, shorts and a t-shirt? It’s pretty blazing hot out there…”, Maxim mumbled as he shifted through the wardrobe.
“Oh shoot, you might wanna grab a sweater, along with the other outfit…”, Kat suddenly blurted.
“A freezing hailstorm, in the middle of July. Centered around Tähtitorninmäki. They’ve got some serious TV coverage - all the channels!”
“Aww… there goes my peaceful Saturday morning…”, commented Mabatsekker.
“Give me my source back!”, demanded the purple-haired man as he launched a series of flaming spheres towards his attackers.
“You didn’t say please…”, sneered one of the three assailants, as he raised a wall of ice to block said spheres.
The purple-haired one’s eyes widened a bit and then he kneeled down a bit - it seemed like the fight was tiring him out quite a bit. The snowstorm didn’t help either, for his inner flame seemed to grow weaker by the moment.
“Now! Finish him off!”, another attacker shouted, and began collecting a sphere of his own along with his two compatriots.
“Verdammt!”, Spasmed the purple-haired one, raising his arms in front of him and preparing for the worst…
“What a lousy summerweather…”, Kat-Chi commented on the heavy winds. She then proceeded to leap off a building’s edge to a small flight as her build was light - and her coat’s aerodynamics allowed her to glide a bit along the wind streams.
“You shoulda seen the time some old hag from Pohjola summoned a giant frog to pester some dudes who were after the Sampo.”, Mabatsekker remembered as he kept on leaping and bounding on the same route as Kat-Chi.
“It rained gold that night, right?”
“Uh-huh, but not literally. Just… figuratively.”
“Speaking of which, how should I approach this fight? We seem to have ice magic and pyrotechnics, and no real idea who the bad guys are.”, Kat-Chi wondered.
“You have a good grasp on elemental basics, so you should focus on preventing any unnecessary collateral damage if the need arises. Also, let’s try that photo trick again, we could catch them off-guard again like last time.”, Maba suggested.
As the two approached the park, the streets were getting whiter and whiter as the storm’s eye was ever closer…
“There are several ways a Blue Mage can learn his arts. There’s one I particularly dislike - Get hit in the face with said spell. Tends to happen almost TOO frequently, but hey, the art demands it… I do so prefer to see how the spell works before it’s lights out…”
(“Damn, those moeders sure know how to exploit my weakness…”), thought the purple-haired man. The shoulders of his cape were frozen and he was starting to shiver from pure exhaustion.
“Halt!”, went a voice behind him, landing in a blast of snow.
“Nani!?”, went the purple-haired man and in a flash, had positioned his arms down on the ground and then jettisoned his feet towards his attacker…
Mabatsekker got hit at full force of the donkey kick, and was sent flying at a high angle into a mound of snow. (“This feeling…”), he spasmed, and laid down a bit, trying to recover from the sudden strike.
“Hey, that wasn’t too nice!”, went a female voice right next to the purple-haired one.
“Whoa, whoa, I thought you were the Hile Mages! Don’t you kids freak me out like that!”, went the purple-haired mage.
“Well, we certainly don’t like people turning our parks into popsicles or kicking our boyfriends in the face, so start explaining, buster.”, went Kat-Chi, as he helped Maba off the mound of soft snow.
“I am very sorry. I’m here on an official mission from spasms YOUR MOM! … Er, excuse me, the ArPeeGeeCee faction of magic control. These … stormbringers stole a valuable trinket from me which fuels my mystical powers. One might say I’m not whole without it.”, the purple-haired man explained.
Mabatsekker stood up, wiping some snow off his wrists. He then pointed himself with his thumb. “Well, I’m Mabatsekker, and this is Kat-Chi, we’re your local super-powered duo of goodwill and deeds. Who are you?”
“I am Rhaka of the Vermillion Flame, Dragon-level RPG Agent… Tenchimaru Draconis is what you can call me…”, TD the introduced himself with a bow and a twist of his bright red cape.
“So, Tee-Dee, could we lend you a hand in dispatching these frostbringers? The ice is not a nice sight in the middle of the summer…”, Mabatsekker asked, and was soon knocked aside by Kat-Chi. “HEADS UP!”, went the catgirl as a huge ball of snow flew a few centimeters above their heads.
“Oh Rhaka, I knew you pick your company wrong, seeing we got your source and all, but these kids?”, went a cold voice from the direction of the snowball. Three cloaked figures stood in line, each handling a vortex of snow spinning around in the palms. Mabatsekker and Kat-Chi nodded to eachother as they stood up, watching their offenders close in.
“Oi. That’s the punk who frequents the news quite often these days.”, went the tall cloaked figure to the left. “He could provide to be quite a meddlesome pest if he were to join Rhaka.”, went the short figure to the right. “Alright then, I’ve always wanted an iced pony statue!”, the cloaked figure in the middle proclaimed and begain to move his arms around as if trying to cast a spell.
Mabatsekker pushed Tenchimaru aside from his way, then nodded to Kat-Chi. The catgirl reacted instanteniously and unleashed a massive wave of light from her bracelets, followed by Mabatsekker opening his eyes, emitting a searing light. LIGHTNING FLASH!, went the chanting.
Stunned by the full force of the bright light emitted by the spell cast, the three rubbed their eyes as they were blinded by the sudden attack. Tenchimaru realized what had happened and proceeded to suckerpunching the short mage with a flaming uppercut.
“What the… I can’t see!”, went the middle figure, fizzling the vortexes on his hands as his focus was lost.
“Man, you’re bright! And now, lights out!”, went Mabatsekker, socking the tall ice mage and then remembering the fuzzy feeling he had a minute ago, placed himself in a kneeling handstand, launching his feet towards the middle figure…
“THRUST KICK!”, went the subconcious shout as the ice mage was launched high in the air, landing headfirst, going limp on a smaller mound of snow.
“Ouch… That’s two snowmen today.”, commented Kat-Chi.
The purple-haired Tenchimaru wasted no time, and landed knee-first on the ice mage’s stomach, grabbing a pin off his neck.
“No, not that…”, went the mage.
“It’s mine, and you know it.”, went TD.
“But it was supposed to bind usss… here… foreverrr…”, the mage began to hiss. His friends had already been reduced to snowman-like statues of their likeness.
“Whoa, that’s four…”, commented the catgirl, albeit a bit silently.
“Go back to spasm JE MOEDER! argh Nordendorf, and tell him not to try pulling stunts again, or I’ll redecorate his behind with horseshoe prints!”, threatened TD and then proceeded to drawing a few seals in the air. “DISPEL!”, the spell was cast and the last of the mages faded back into a snowman. The storm was quietly dying away, and the sun shone again.
“I hope we can meet again someday, Mr. Vermillion.”, Mabatsekker thanked the purple-haired hero.
“Oh, I believe you’ll be perfect. WE’LL call you very soon, mr. Mabatsekker.”, the man replied. “You seem to have what it takes to be a hero. To make fast, precisive Spasms COCKTHIRSTY! ahem …decisions… If you have what it takes to make the ultimate one, you’re sure to be one of us. Us of the Righteous league…”
Mabatsekker and Kat-Chi watched as the purple hair turned into a purple mane, and the rest of his body into pony-like form. The two were flabbergasted and left standing there with their mouths open, as the flaming equine figure rode towards the south, leading the way for a new day…
“It was revealed later that the Världätare organization had connections to smaller occult groups that handled their magical needs, from curses to summonings and to artifacts, such as TD’s pin, that kept his powers balanced. That very same power balancer would have made those three ice magicians, summoned from Pohjola, into very real permanent apparitions.”
“Tenchimaru was the first of many other personas from the Righteous League… He was but an appetizer of greater things to come… As I later noticed, I would find my abilities that of a team player’s… but those stories are better left to be told later.”