[Event Post]

[soundofthestorm]

::Onni, you find yourself at Auld Lang Syne, a hostess club across the street from Labirinto, the curio store run by Darklord Morningstar, better known to everyone as "Owner".

There you find Hayate in his usual duster jacket and bird mask, escorting a cute Japanese-Russian looking woman.::

We really need to have a discussion about this, Homura. Especially since you came back from your extended trip in Hawaii.

Comments

[becomeanwarrior]

...While I could be selfish and ask if I ended up a good Uncle in your timeline, I think what I really want to ask is...

"How can I best help you and Auld Lang Syne discover the mysteries of the Yellow Sign". I don't exactly have a lot of room on my plate, but if you think there is something I can do to cut through the mystery, if only so we're better prepared to help Kamala when the time comes - I'll do it.

[auldlangsynemorrow]

...

Uh.

Be light on Kiki and Rekka when they blow up a block of the city doing an odd job.

[becomeanwarrior]

...I more meant from an investigative sense, Sayaka. But... noted.

Hayate, last chance to be reasonable before I drag you out of here.

[auldlangsynemorrow]

Give my girls leeway as quasi-private investigators slash 'odd jobbers'.

[soundofthestorm]

How do I get rid of you.

[auldlangsynemorrow]

We find the Golden Sign.

[becomeanwarrior]

And the sooner we find it at this point, the sooner we can all sleep soundly.

[auldlangsynemorrow]

Yes, and you have a timeline where Grand Aunt Shiroko isn't an anime poster mascot you married because reality collapse.

[soundofthestorm]

What.

[becomeanwarrior]

[ You can literally hear him gagging on his words. ]

What!? I- how? What? You're joking.

[auldlangsynemorrow]

I'm not known for my sense of humor, though I'm told my limericks are very good, especially about Nantucket.

[becomeanwarrior]

[ There is a gurgling groan. ]

I would really prefer my wife not be an anime poster, so...

...Just tell your girls there's a limit to what we can side-eye. If they blow up a city block I kind of have to investigate in order to, y'know, keep my job.

I'll bend the rules, but I won't break them.

[auldlangsynemorrow]

::Pout with a finger to her lip.::

[becomeanwarrior]

[ How dare my niece try and play cute with me. ]

No, not even for my darling niece. Your girls can come explain their behavior to me and I will assume things happened for entirely explainable reasons, but blowing up city blocks is bad.

[auldlangsynemorrow]

I'll try. But. Can you two go?

Homura's clothes hurt to wear and I want to get things in order for her.

[becomeanwarrior]

Absolutely understandable.

[ He's shifting his grip to a headlock, tugging towards the door. ]

Come on, Hayate. You heard her. Time to go.

[auldlangsynemorrow]

Thank you.

[soundofthestorm]

Mrgh!

::Kicking and flailing but she's a much softer girl than you, Onni.

And you should probably grill me.::

[becomeanwarrior]

[ Yes. I'm forcibly dragging you out of Auld Lang Syne and probably finding somewhere appropriately isolated before I let you go slightly. ]

So. Hayate.

You wanna explain what's going on with you?

[soundofthestorm]

::Gets her mask back on.::

I don't know what you mean.

[becomeanwarrior]

Are you really doing this right now.

Are you really that scared of telling me. Me.

Do you even understand the weirdness I am used to, Hayate.

[soundofthestorm]

Be more specific with your questions.

And maybe I'm scared of being put in a jam jar.

[becomeanwarrior]

Why are you a crime-fighting witch.

And why do you think I'll put you in a jam jar.

[soundofthestorm]

Whatever Hibiki did.

And because, Katie seems like she has a trigger finger, you've got those Dimension Cells and I can't help but get the feeling one day we'll both wake up and it'll be Commissioner Katie we're both dealing with, and you're the Coffee Boy.

[becomeanwarrior]

...Oh, Hibiki tried to turn into an Illusion Witch? Okay, that makes sense. Why didn't you just say that.

And nah, she'd never do that. She likes collecting a steady and uncomplicated paycheck more than she'd enjoy being a power-hungry tyrant. The D.D. Cells are for the Otherworlders and other shit that's impossible to contain under normal circumstances.