Quote:I do. He doesn't.
*snickers* Of course, you do realize that once Mikoto gets some of Mai's cooking, the two of them are going to be pretty much a package deal for life, right?
Oh, and, interesting tidbit? Mikoto's actually 14 - same age as Nao. Bit of a contrast, no?
^_^
Quote:Pinpon.
My guess about the F-2's presence? The Searrs summoned Orphans showing up en-masse, complete with flying ones, has prompted a response from the watching JSDF.
And I agree entirely - Shizuru would love Utena... it seems right up her alley, somehow.
OTOH, it is entirely your fault that my brain is now trying to insist that cosplay is one of her hobbies.
Even if she would make a good Juri.
Quotational tidbit. Another thing discovered in the same Wikidive is that at least one of Utena's parents was either a seriously dedicated drinker or Lithuanian.
I tore my eyes off of the plane and looked - the Orphan that was galumphing (that's a real word, BTW - it refers to that sort of humping inchworm locomotion that seals use on land) out of the fireball was just as ugly as the usual run of those critters, looking like someone had crossed a slug, a porcupine, and a hairbrush then scaled it up to about the size of an semi.
Or artic lorry, whatever.
The JASDF fighter's missile had injured its target, but despite missing what looked like literally a ton of flesh, the Orphan was barely bleeding and seemed to have plenty of fight left in it. Once it had gotten itself a clear look at its attacker, the Orphan hunched itself up and forwards and spread its spines so that many of them were aimed after the departing jet.
The posture was an obvious prelude to an attack, of course, and the monster didn't dissapoint - the spikes must have been longer than I was (or, for that matter, had ever been) tall, but they still seemed to simply vanish from their... sockets, I guess... with a sharp jet of what looked like steam and a flat 'KRAK!' that was obvious even over the dopplered roar of the F-2's engine.
I glanced instinctively at its target, but fortunately it had missed. I couldn't see the spines, of course, they were moving too fast, but at those speeds even a glancing blow would have let some of the plane's slipstream in under its skin and peeled the entire machine like a grape, with attendantly disasterous results for its ability to continue flying. Since it, y'know, was, I knew that hadn't happened.
I had been looking back and forth almost quickly enough to give myself whiplash, but the established pattern had the advantage of bringing my attention back to the monster squirming past the classroom building on the far side of the giant birdcage.
...nnrrrrrg. I had a groove going, then my computer decides to plotz about how it loads web pages and now everything's all broken.
I'll try and take another look at it in the morning, say six, seven hours from now.
Ja, -n
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