Miyuki Sakura was the eldest daughter of a family that ran a bath house and was likely going to inherit the management of it. She was slender and graceful, if a bit mercenary at times, and had an astonishing resemblence to Ami Mizuno if one were to get the two together somehow.
Her friend, Rin Todoroki, was taller and bustier and with a change of hairstyle might have passed as a cousin to Makoto Kino. She was the heir and practitioner of her family's martial arts style.
Their friend, Chizuko Obe, was the possessor of a cultured palate and love of tasty food. Her trademark "WHOAAAAA!" on tasting something new and good was followed by an eloquent summary and analysis of the dish wherein she could determine the exact ingredients and preparation as she savored the experience. Given some years, height, and longer hair she might have strongly resembled Minako Aino.
Three close friends interested in a guy, but who were disinclined to lose their friendship in the pursuit of said guy. Particularly when he showed no preference amongst them.
One of whom, Rin, now held THE GOLDEN TICKET.
"All for one, and one for all!" declared Miyuki.
"I wonder what kind of food they serve a prince," mused Chizuko. "What is elven food like?"
Rin smiled at her friends. Her chance of winning was nonexistent, but they would certainly give a good showing and get some good souveneirs out of this, wouldn't they?
GERMANY:_____
"A ticket, you say?"
Forte Stollen nodded and finished cleaning her rifle. "Don't understand it myself. A police marksman getting a ticket to compete in some contest to marry a Japanese kid?"
"A magic prince who commands a vast military force," pointed out her commander.
Forte considered that. "I don't speak Japanese. German, French, and Italian."
"They apparently have methods of translation," answered the commander. "You're putting it off. Does that mean you won't go?"
"Name one reason I should," responded Forte.
The commander shrugged, but felt compelled to add one bit. "Ranpha supposedly got one too."
Forte stopped. "Ranpha? Franboise?! She's five years too old for this!"
"She's the same age as you are," said the commander. He could never understand the rivalry between the French and German policewomen. He knew it had started two years ago on a joint operation but the details had occurred off hours apparently and had involved a drinking contest and the details were apparently hazy. "She's apparently as undecided as you are about it."
Forte's eyes narrowed as she considered another contest in which she might defeat her rival.
FRANCE:______
"FORTE?! FORTE STOLLEN? That monocle wearing two bit pseudo-military poseur is going to compete?"
"She has not actually agreed to it yet," said Inspector Dreyfus.
Flames and French flags appeared in the background behind Ranpha. "IF she does enter this contest, it will be another chance for me to prove that the French are naturally superior to the German in terms of culture! We INVENTED culture."
"Where'd my medication go?" asked Chief Inspector Dreyfus as he began checking pockets.
"OH HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" laughed Ranpha Franboise. It wasn't that she was crazy or obsessive. It was that her rivalry with that Germanic gun-toting maniac allowed her own skills to flourish, defeating Forte and crushing the woman underfoot was a goal to shoot for. Right?
ELSEWHERE:______
"Tickets were sent across the world, the thickest concentration in his origin nation of Japan."
"The game is truly afoot, but our plans are in place to minimize the potential disasters and regain control of the situation."
"This is a battle we must not lose."
There was little refuting that, so the scene closed on:
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