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One of them spat. “Jokamatchi closed their embassy months ago.”
Shit, Micah thought as the other Plains Dwellers all seemed to size him up, Choro as well. There were four of them, and while they didn’t have weapons, they were rather large, one of them almost two heads taller than Micah.
“If I were you, I would keep moving,” Bunni said carefully. “You will not like what happens next.”
One of the male Plains Dweller’s laughed. “That so? You, a bunch of girls, and a ratty old lady are going to do something about it?”
“Ratty old lady, huh? Well, fuck you too, you tall piece of shit!” Micah’s grandmother came forward and drove her knee straight to the man’s groin. “Try having kids after that, you cocky little cocksucker!”
“Bitch… you bitch!” the man howled, on the verge of keeling over.
“Weapons or no weapons?” Milsung asked quickly, Yuri’s sister with a flail sheathed at her side, its chain hanging down to her knee. Her sister didn’t have a chance to reply. The spinning kick that Soraya delivered next made Micah cringe, the male Plains Dweller’s jaw clearly broken with a single strike, the man trailing to the side and followed by an arc of blood.
“Make it quick,” Yuri told her younger sister as she grabbed the guy who Micah’s grandmother had first attacked, delivering a series of incredibly strong punches to his face while holding him by his collar. She pushed him away, and Liza sprung forward and took him down by cracking him in the side of the skull with her loose bucket helmet.
Smack!
Not one to miss out on the action, Micah swung at the first Plains Dweller he could reach, missing, and nearly losing his balance. The two grappled for a moment before Micah delivered a couple fists into his side. The man stumbled away, only to be met by a roundhouse kick from Milsung, which damn near took his head off.
The final guy didn’t have a chance to run. As he stepped away, Choro charged forward and tackled him. Choro rolled to the side and Bunni stomped her foot onto the man’s throat, pressing it there to the point that he started to choke before she finally let up.
By the time they finished, all four of the male Plains Dwellers were on their knees or backs now, some of the revelers of the nightclub district, including a few of the security guards, taking a wide step away from Micah and his team.
“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” Yuri said as she motioned everyone forward.
They were initially held back by Micah’s grandmother and her slow speed, but they still managed to get clear of the nightclub quarter without any other issues, the group quickly obscured by the ever-increasing size of the crowd. As if it were a beacon on the hill, Micah spotted an enormous hotel, shaped just like the other buildings but gaudy and clearly a landmark of sorts, the building at least seven or eight stories high.
Bunni caught up with him, and placed an arm around his shoulder. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked.
“It looks dignitary enough to me.”
“Okay, everyone, time to make this work,” Bunni announced as she lassoed her hand through the air.
Micah knew it was going to be a hard sell. Especially with the clothing they currently wore, all in either athletic gear, a Hermetics outfit for Choro, and a black ninja get-up for Milsung, as well as his grandmother, who would certainly be out of place regardless of where they were.
“Remember, stick with the plot, and be as royal as you can possibly be,” the Plains Dweller told Soraya. “Which means you need to be rude and a bit haughty, sort of like how you already are, only more princess-like, so dainty, less of a bitch.”
“I’m not a bitch!”
“Hmmm… Isn’t that something a bitch would say?”
“Whatever. I’ll do my best.”
This caused Milsung to snicker, the kitsune not at all pleased by Bunni’s statement. Soraya removed the covering from her head and tried to make herself presentable. Meanwhile, Micah put on his bucket helmet to make himself look official, Liza doing the same, the buckets clashing with their athletic clothing. It was going to be a stretch, but hopefully they would be able to dupe the hotel staff.
Here goes nothing, he thought as they made their way up the steps of the hotel, where a well-dressed man with rabbit ears opened the door for them, not at all judging the group by their appearance. He simply kept his gaze on his feet as he held the door open. Once they were inside the lobby, which was as large and fine as any hotel Micah had seen in his country, they were ushered toward the check-in counter.
“We are here from the Jokamatchian Embassy,” Bunni announced, her voice filled with confidence, “as part of a trade delegation.” She nodded to Soraya. “As you can see, Princess Shortness is here on behalf of the embassy. We also have two high-ranking members of the Society of Monks with us as well,” she said, gesturing toward Micah and Liza. “Very high-ranking. Trust me.”
Princess Shortness? Micah thought, trying not to make any sudden movements. That name was never part of the plan…
“That’s right,” said Liza, her voice suddenly metallic because of her bucket. “I’m here on behalf of Soultrah of Thunderhama’s Shuna Ray Temple to escort, um, Princess Shortness.”
“As am I,” Micah said, clearing his throat. “Princess Shortness.”
This can’t be how a proper member of the Society of Monks would speak, Micah thought, glad that the hotel clerk couldn’t see his face.
“We don’t seem to have any reservations for a… Princess Shortness.” The hotel clerk checked a screen hovering in the air, one
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