From her place in the stands, Debra looked down at what was left of the ring and grit her teeth. An incarnation of what tied for the worst type of magic in existence (with necromancy being the other one) standing in front of her…and there wasn’t a God damn thing she could do about it!
As a member of Agency Zero, the number one rule of thumb that superseded all others was that under no circumstances should members of the special FBI task force be seen by the general public performing heroic deeds. So bad guys who were showy enough to attract huge amounts of during their crimes could also get away with the act.
At least until the agency secretly followed them home and made said bad guys disappear.
But there was a big difference between waiting next to a phone for a deployment call, and seeing some bastard tear out a poor girl’s soul and eat it right in front of her face!
What am I supposed to do? Debra asked herself. There‘s not only a hundred thousand witnesses, she thought as she scanned the area, but they‘re filming this whole damn thing and broadcasting it live!
It would take too long to kill the lights, put everyone to sleep, and just step on the damn gnome. He would be gone long before she got back to snatch the little bastard up and make him cough up the human’s soul before she got enough distance between the two of them to tear off his head without causing Carla any harm.
“Man, this is so fake,” one of the fans next to her grumbled.
“Yeah,” another fan agreed. “I thought opening matches was for new talent, not letting Team Troll get off on themselves!”
Oh that’s right, the UFF may be real gladiatorial matches, but they have scripted events to help add drama and keep the fans entertained, Debra thought as she watched Ranma attack Happosai with an amplify/partial defensive shell combo he called the ‘Iron Dragon Fist’.
Then, Debra was struck by a bit of brilliant, yet horrible inspiration. If things worked out, she could apprehend the reaper right in front of everyone, and not draw attention to herself. But if someone from Agency Zero saw her…she didn’t want to think about the consequences.
So Debra stepped away from the front row and made for the exit of the arena’s seating. Once she was out of everyone’s sight, Debra changed her clothes to something she hadn’t worn in over thirty years, and teleported to the speakers above he ring that broadcasted the announcer’s voice throughout the arena before she took a second to get into character.
Back in the early 70s, Agency Zero had been known by another name and the heroes had all worn flashy costumes, made dramatic speeches, public appearances…the whole shebang. And while she didn’t want to be caught dead in the tight one piece swimsuit with its ridiculous skirt and high-heeled boots/tiara combination ever again, Debra didn’t really have a go to disguise for costumed super heroics besides her old Platinum Princess disguise.
Although, she added a purple mask to cover her face and match the color of her boots, everything else was the same. Then, she added a titan’s voice enchantment to help with getting everyone’s attention. “Foul creature, the Federation ring is for people to beat the crap out of each other not…feeling them up,” she said after a short pause. Ugh, I forgot how crappy I am at adlibbing. Where’s a teleprompter when you need one?
When the arena’s spotlights came up to focus on her, Debra snapped out of her inner-monologue and quickly “Anyway…for the sake of justice, I WILL PUNISH YOU!” she yelled before leaping into the air and bringing her foot up for one of her older signature moves designed to set her apart from the other super heroes and sell action figures. “TWILIGHT SPARKLE…” A glittering magic effect followed Debra‘s movements as she came down on the ring to break it apart with a “…KICK!”
As the last remnants of the already pretty totaled combat ring were blown apart from the impact of Debra’s dropkick, both Ranma and Happosai separated by leaping apart to avoid the attack and came down at opposite ends of the total wrestling ring.
When Ranma noticed the newcomer in the fight, he raised an eyebrow. “Uh Debra…why’re you wearing a-”
“This is not a Sailor Moon costume!” she yelled before Ranma could finish talking.
“Plenty of women super heroes dressed like this back in the 70s! Now come on and let’s-oh what now?” the platinum princess grumbled when she saw a shielding spell begin to surround the ring and its outer perimeter.
(Posted Fri, 31 May 2013 04:38)
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