Apparently three mad laughters in a confined space were something of a threshold. The ConventionAL security (no, that's not a typo, they're security at a Convention and they all wear name plates saying 'AL') were sufficiently weirded out not to bother us, but this only meant that we were left to the freelance displosers of justice and harmony.
"Conventions are places of joy and happiness!" shouted the jackbooted enforcer of Senshi ideals leading the posse. "People come here to indulge their beloved fandoms - not to be traumatised by your evil schemes and horrid laughter!"
Despite our impassioned defenses ("Laughing like this is part of our fandom!" "Help, help, I'm being oppressed!" "Hey, look, it's a tentacle monster over on the other side of the room!") we were defeated, which just goes to show that you should never underestimate the power of a girl in a modified fuku.
Somewhat weary of all these high pressure concerns, I wandered off to one of the video rooms and sprawled out in front of a projection screen that was showing the Asterix movies (What, you thought that fendom was an english speaking phenomonen? Granted, the French are a minority, but aren't we all?).
Zwilnicks running Thionite from Venus to Earth. Boskonians pirating ships around the Belt. A semi-coherent bunch of Fen trying to create the W.D.F. to go out and smite evil... Where was Fendom going and why did our mode of travel involve a handbasket? I had almost managed to put these thing out of my mind in favour of watching some good old-fashioned Roman bashing when a giant Russian emerged from under my chair, grabbed me in a bear-hug and declared me his eternal rival.
"...did you say something, Maitovich?"
He almost burst into tears. "Such a hip response! It is no wonder -"
His next words were lost in a torrent of French as we both got bawled out for blocking the view of the screen. Somewhat chastened, the Karasukage sat in the aisle and let me reclaim my own seat. "We are under attack, Asuma-kun," he said as quietly as he could manage (which was pretty quietly actually, and between that and the french verbiage from the speakers he was being rather discreet for him). "Certain of our Little Sisters are missing. Too many for it to be merely coincidence. There can be no doubt that we are on the brink of a Great Shinobi War."
Eek. War in Fenspace? A little policing beatdowns on Boskonians and Zwilniks was one thing, but an outright war was very bad. And if the Hidden Asteroid were gearing up then I was the obvious go-to-guy for more spaceframes. What worried me was the idea of escalating. An arms race of this nature wouldn't just spread the war, it would have a huge economic impact and as you can imagine I'm sensitive to these things.
"Alright Maitovich. What do you want?"
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
"Conventions are places of joy and happiness!" shouted the jackbooted enforcer of Senshi ideals leading the posse. "People come here to indulge their beloved fandoms - not to be traumatised by your evil schemes and horrid laughter!"
Despite our impassioned defenses ("Laughing like this is part of our fandom!" "Help, help, I'm being oppressed!" "Hey, look, it's a tentacle monster over on the other side of the room!") we were defeated, which just goes to show that you should never underestimate the power of a girl in a modified fuku.
Somewhat weary of all these high pressure concerns, I wandered off to one of the video rooms and sprawled out in front of a projection screen that was showing the Asterix movies (What, you thought that fendom was an english speaking phenomonen? Granted, the French are a minority, but aren't we all?).
Zwilnicks running Thionite from Venus to Earth. Boskonians pirating ships around the Belt. A semi-coherent bunch of Fen trying to create the W.D.F. to go out and smite evil... Where was Fendom going and why did our mode of travel involve a handbasket? I had almost managed to put these thing out of my mind in favour of watching some good old-fashioned Roman bashing when a giant Russian emerged from under my chair, grabbed me in a bear-hug and declared me his eternal rival.
"...did you say something, Maitovich?"
He almost burst into tears. "Such a hip response! It is no wonder -"
His next words were lost in a torrent of French as we both got bawled out for blocking the view of the screen. Somewhat chastened, the Karasukage sat in the aisle and let me reclaim my own seat. "We are under attack, Asuma-kun," he said as quietly as he could manage (which was pretty quietly actually, and between that and the french verbiage from the speakers he was being rather discreet for him). "Certain of our Little Sisters are missing. Too many for it to be merely coincidence. There can be no doubt that we are on the brink of a Great Shinobi War."
Eek. War in Fenspace? A little policing beatdowns on Boskonians and Zwilniks was one thing, but an outright war was very bad. And if the Hidden Asteroid were gearing up then I was the obvious go-to-guy for more spaceframes. What worried me was the idea of escalating. An arms race of this nature wouldn't just spread the war, it would have a huge economic impact and as you can imagine I'm sensitive to these things.
"Alright Maitovich. What do you want?"
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.