How's My Driving?

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[BZZZAP!] OUCH!

[A Ghost gives a cry of alarm at the sound of the buzzing communicator.]

...oh! I'm okay. It does that sometimes. You're pretty lucky that it doesn't happen to you, I think.

But going back to what we were talking before, you really don't remember how you ended up in this city either?

[The Ghost replies, and Flonne lets out a sigh.] I see. Then it's pretty much the same for us. I just hope that Sir Laharl, Miss Etna and the others are doing all right without me.

Um... I don't have enough Mana to hire you properly, but you're always welcome to come to our home, Mr. Ghost. It's the least I can do; all in the name of love!

[...] By the way, does the Netherworld Rosenqueen branch still have those special sale days for Flan?

I know that there are a lot of things about this world that I should be happy about, but... This just isn't fair.

[Flonne lets out a heavy sigh. She sounds depressed.]

The day that I got the Prism Rangers vs. Effort Ninja Gorrilian DVD and Prism Ranger V Blu-Ray, I was so shocked. I thought that you could only order these through the Rosenqueen Netherworld Branch online store. The Prism Ranger V Blu Ray wasn't even supposed to be out for at least two months! I had it on pre-order for 2,500 HL!

That's why when it suddenly appeared out of nowhere last month, I was so happy. I might have even danced a few circles around the living room. [She giggles quietly at the memory.]

Though... [Her heavy tone returns, and she lets out yet another sigh.] Once I realized that the technology to watch either one of these didn't exist in this world, it was so dejecting. It just seemed so cruel.

[...] ...! But... I can't just continue to brood and pretend that nothing is wrong, and even if I lack the means to watch my favorite heroes... I still have the power of my imagination, and that's nothing that technology can replace! The Prism Rangers would never accept defeat even when things seem to be at their worst, and neither will I!

Yeah!!

E-everyone! I think that my magic is working again! It was kind of tingly at first, and so I thought that maybe-

Anyway, this is very important! If you know anyone who is injured near the Latimir apartment building, then tell me and I'll come right away. I'll use all of my power to help!

Though, it might take some time if the damage is heavy, and please take others into consideration if you think that it will be better if I only close the wounds for now. The power level of my magic is still fairly weak. I don't know if this is just a fluke, or...

Please, leave it to me! I'm going to do my best!

[Suddenly, the sound of a plane flying overhead can be picked up faintly over the recording, fading out as it soars past.] ...?

Did anyone else hear that just now? I thought that I saw something, but... it's too dark out. I'm not sure.

[[ooc With the end of the fighting and her chip abilities in working (if not sort of weak) condition, Flonne will be going around casting healing spells on demand as much as her SP count will allow. Please comment for assistance, or feel free to assume that she helped treat any injuries if you're in the immediate area.]]

[BZZZAP!] Ouch! Ooh... I'm sorry for neglecting you, Mr. Communicator!

I didn't think that I would end up getting so preoccupied with things, and... well... The time just passed me by.

Actually, it seems like a whole lot has happened since the last time I recorded an entry. Though, it is hard to remember everything that happened before, and I have this strange feeling of deja vu sometimes... B-but the important thing is that everything worked out in the end. Somehow. The monsters that were attacking the city before are gone now, and I think we can owe alot to everyone who worked hard to protect this city and the people living here. I know this comes a little late, but... Thank you very much, everyone!

Hmmm... What else?

The Prinnies and I are doing just fine. Though sometimes they seem a bit apprehensive... I wonder what went wrong?

...Huh? That's strange. It feels like I'm forgetting something important. [...] Oh well. Maybe it will come back to me later.

[[ooc That something is this, actually. (Anastasia, you are free to nag me on this, now that I have a more cooperative muse.)]]

[BZZZAP!] Ouch! A-ah! I mean... [Ahem. Flonne takes on a more gruff and disguised tone of voice, attempting to cover up her high-pitched yelp of surprise from before.] Ouch.

[Clearing her throat a little, she flicks on the camera function of the communicator, and it pans up to... a white motorcycle helmet. Yet those two red eyes behind the shaded and scratched up visor seem strangely familiar. (If the frequency alone wasn't enough of a giveaway... along with the swabs of old acrylic paint that look like wings on each side.)

With a note of approval hitting her voice, she takes a small step back... and then strikes a heroic pose!]

Citizens of Discedo! We have reached a moment of crisis, where an unknown enemy is wreaking terror and havoc across the city!

( We interrupt your regularly scheduled post for an important message. [[Not an IC-cut]] )

[She raises both of her arms up in the air, as if cheering on the viewers.] United together, we're unstoppable! Goooo!!

[Grinning smugly behind the helmet, she gives a salute to the camera.] I believe in your power, as a messenger of justice. [Click.]

. . .

[With the camera switched to voice mode, and not actually off, Flonne can be heard exhaling in the background.] Whew. That thing gets really warm after while...

[There is the shrill sound of a whistle blowing.]

Excuse me! May I have everyone's attention over here, please?

[She claps her hands together wearing a cheerful smile.] Thank you. As part of a special promotion, I will be offering free tours around the city of Discedo! Along with the Prinny Squad, who will be offering their protection.

Each tour shouldn't last more than an hour or so, depending on traffic; and we should have enough free time to talk amongst yourselves and stop by the soup kitchen for dinner. If anyone has any questions, feel free to go ahead and ask me. My name is Flonne -- it is a pleasure to meet you. ♥

Okay, then... Let's go~!

[Thunk] --despite the trouble it took to gather everything up, I think that I can put it toward a good cause!
Of course I won't forget to do my training either.

It's perfectly thought out. We'll call out the "mansae" over the public network, luring him out into the open. He is an offender of the worst kind, but I'm prepared!

[Flonne beats her fist against the hard plastic of a pair of oversize shoulder pads.] See?

Dressed like this, I'll remain safe from any groping he might try to use as a counterattack. We'll be able to conduct our talks with the culprit safely and peacefully. No problem! ♥

Now, I understand if you're worried. But I am absolutely determined to do this. You've done more than enough for me in the past, and I greatly appreciate it. -- But I can't allow this to go on without being able to do something about it myself!

That being said, you can join me if you still feel concerned. Oh, and... um... I might need just a small favor anyway, Lute. [...] Could you please help me walk downstairs? It's really hard for me to move around freely wearing all this equipment.

[[ooc The Final Confrontation against mansae is go! The mission statement was accidentally caught on recording, but feel free to notice a determined Fallen Angel attempting to walk downstairs from the second floor of Latimir in a near-complete set of hockey gear.]]

[BZZZAP!] Ouch! A-ah!

[There's a jumble of metal and plastic... --things being held between her two small arms, before Flonne finally manages to get a hold of them. She breathes out a soft sigh of relief.]

Phew... Shh... Please be quiet, Mr. Communicator! There's--

[Something can be heard collapsing onto the floor from above, causing various store goods to topple over and for Flonne to let out a startled shriek of surprise.]

Wh-wh-who's there?!

[. . .]

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[Running, running, running! Suddenly, the Fallen Angel can be heard running from a Marionette. Stumbling out into the street of the Shopping District with her arms full of hockey gear for God-only-knows-what reason.]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!

[Flonne apologizes profusely in a moment of fright-induced panic, before the feed finally times out.]