Open ♔ My pri may be pri, but it’s the pri in “prince”, pri!

[priforprince]

Who: Hibiki and you, pri
When: July 27, pri
Where: Harajuku, pri
What: An unusual ayakashi is preying upon Japan’s cutest citizens, pri.
Warnings: Pri-ating the dead horse that is Hibiki's phobia, pri. (Live horse also included. Pri.)


[ In an area of town as style-conscious as Harajuku, various fads come and go. The latest craze, however, seems to be completely involuntary: anyone visiting these two particular blocks of the area will find themselves compelled to add a cutesy suffix or “sentence ender” to the ends of whatever they say. What’s worse, the effect doesn’t seem to wear off for quite some time after leaving, and the longer people use their sentence enders, the fonder they grow of them.

This is causing no end of additional discord to erupt as friends and loved ones slowly cannot stand being around their affected acquaintances anymore.

Particularly adept or powerful gods and shinki may notice an ayakashi-like smoke issuing from people’s mouths as they use their sentence enders. The source is somewhere in town, hiding out. Lurking. Enjoying inflicting itself upon its unsuspecting victims, and growing stronger from ingesting said smoke. Why, it's even affecting any gods and shinki who wander into its territory...

Into this mess, preoccupied by dreams of revolution, rides one Shikyoin Hibiki on a literal white horse. (Don’t ask.) If she’s going to attract PriPara to the Near Shore, she imagines it’ll be touching down where Parajuku should be, as it’s the closest PriPara location to her shrine. Best scope out the area to be sure there’s nothing of use there right now….

But what is this chill in the midsummer air, and this deep-rooted sense of terror-stricken foreboding? ]

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[freezetheheavens]

[Allowing his soulless shinki to return to their normal form, Toushirou is quick to appear by Hibiki's side and catches her.

He steadies her, his annoyance evident and he finally releases a heavy sigh.]

[priforprince]

[ Fortunately for Toushirou, now that the area is free of the ayakashi's influence, Hibiki does not remain unconscious for long. She will, however, remain flopped against his arms until she's positive the coast is clear.

Are all the sentence enders...gone? ]

[freezetheheavens]

.....Are you feeling better now?

[Once he sees her getting back to normal, he'll slowly release her.]

[priforprince]

[ There's no sentence enders. There's no sentence enders. This is, once more, a safe and beautiful place.

Hibiki blinks, standing, in a daze, awed at the beauty and purity of the world.

Then she returns to herself. ] ....Well, for someone who's escaped my notice thus far, you dispatched that nuisance admirably.

[ If you were a bigger deal, she would have heard of you. She makes that sort of thing her business. ]

[freezetheheavens]

If I've managed to escape your notice, it's likely because I'm still new here.

[At least she's okay.

Toushirou doesn't sense anything particularly special about her aside from her being a human, so it's not surprising she's escaped his notice, too.]

[priforprince]

Then I applaud your adaptability.

[ She eyes him a bit more closely. Could he be useful...?

Well, when her plans come fully into blossom, there'll be no need to exterminate ayakashi. None will form. ]

[freezetheheavens]

[Should he give her a nod of thanks at that?

....Nah.

But he does look over at her.]

Have you been here for a while then?

[priforprince]

More or less.

[ Hibiki returns to scanning the area for any signs of PriPara's imminent, or even eventual, arrival. Focus. Focus... ]

[freezetheheavens]

...What are you looking for?

[priforprince]

PriPara.

[ What? She's living a far more honest life.

There doesn't even seem to be a single PriTicket here, though... ]

[freezetheheavens]

I'm not familiar with that.

[So, with a nod to his soulless shinki, he'll start moving.]

I'll take my leave now.

[priforprince]

Feel free.

[ Not that you need her blessing. But, if you acknowledge her superiority enough to make the overture, she'll oblige.

Best of luck, whoever you were. ]