mayfield_rpg | Days Upon Days of Routine

[A. Action - John Doe Park]

[There was a Rin doing exercise in the park; push ups, sit ups, general warm ups. She was dressed in a severely modified track suit left over from one of the drone boys that had once made up their family unit, and the sleeves were pushed up and tied off with twine.

Falling into a martial arts stance, she moved around, trying to get a feel for her motions again, remembering the lessons Gohan gave her. It was in the middle of this kata that she slowed to a halt, wiping her forehead.

Going over to the pile of rocks that she had set up, Rin hefted one up, testing its weight. One verbal command later and Cure Rouge stood there, holding them with ease. And with that in mind, she threw it high into the air as the butterfly on her wrist sparked.]

Precure Rouge FIRE!

[BLAM, the rock shattered under the flaming butterfly impact, and fell to the ground.]

Nice, that worked out awesome. Now to see about the rest of it.

[Carefully, she moved over to the large boulder, and began to tug at it, the boulder shifting out of its foundations and soon Rin was holding it over her head.]

[B. Grocery Store]

[Having finished her workout and testing of Precure powers to make sure they were all working, Rin was doing the groceries. It wasn't that she didn't trust the drone mother to do her job, but it kept her occupied. She's looking a few bruised apples and putting them back while making a face.]

[C. Malt Shop]

[Rin wasn't a popular girl, considering her tomboyish ways. But there was a lot of things to taste there. She wanted to take a short break and get a soda before she returned home. She blinked at the menu.]

The heck is a float?

[D. 2242 Stevens - Housemates/Neighbors]

I'm home!

[Ignoring the cheerful welcome back from their drone mother, Rin brought the groceries in and started putting away the groceries.] Hey, Nozomi, Einhard, you two home? Whatcha want for dinner? [And totally consigning the meatloaf to the rubbish bin; it didn't taste good anyhow after the last fifteen meals of it.]

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... That's pretty useful.

*Not that there was really much need for Mid-childan mages to have that type of magic automatically built in considering magic was widespread, but still.*

It is. It at least keeps our family from worrying about us, and basically keeps the media off our backs.

That's right. You ended up fighting monsters or something like that, didn't you?

Kowaiina and Nightmare. Yes. We just started fighting them, and I do worry if we'll ever see our hometown again.

... That's... just having to do that is not something that's good to go through. How... how did you handle it?

Really? I'm just glad my parents aren't involved in me knowing. They'd worry endlessly.

But what would happen if you got hurt? I mean, what would they think would've happened?

Well we haven't gotten that hurt yet... but I do see where you're going with this.

Truth be told we're not exactly under any strict orders not to reveal our identities...

*Einhard nods.*

Well, for right now it doesn't matter, does it? While we're all stuck here...

Yeah, you have a point. All right, let's do our best then in our sparring.

*Einhard nods.*

Alright. When do you want to do it?

We can probably start after dinner. Give it a little warm up first.

*Einhard nodded, sitting up a bit more.*

Alright, that sounds good to me.

I'll go get dinner started then.

Alright. I'll be waiting for it to be finished then.

... Have you seen Nozomi around?

Not yet. She'll probably be here once the food's ready though.

Alright.

*Einhard sits up, shaking her head a bit before making it to her feet.*

I'm going to go lay down in my room for a bit. Let me know when it's ready.

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