Cherry Blossoms are srs bzns guys

[trustycrowbar]

Who: Shen, Tsuruya, Gordon, Rosalia, Sherlock, Marisa, others that want to join in
What: Cherry-Blossom Hunting and picnic
When: Blooming season, some week in March
Where: Northwestern Woods

The copse of trees in the northwestern woods was quietly celebratory in the way that they often are on beautiful days. Sunlight dappled down between the leaves. Birds chirped and warbled. The wind could be heard gently hissing among the treetops above.

Nature's party was quickly crashed, however, as the very air in the center of the grove seemed to contract and then violently sneeze out a violent blue crackle of discharged entropy, along with several people in varying races, ages and stages of disorientation. The whole grove seems to give them the silent treatment, birds startled, timid woodland creatures scared off in a half-mile radius, even the wind is disrupted and silent. How DARE they show up and ruin the event...

For what it's worth, Gordon profoundly doesn't care. He stands and dusts himself off, trying to get the stray tachyons off or something. "That... was... AWESOME." He breaks into a wild grin and looks back at the innocent space of air that had just now violently thrown them into the woods, shouldering his backpack. "Good thing I asked about those teleportation pods in the labs! Who would've thought they'd actually work--oh hey, everyone with us?"

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[trustycrowbar]

The imp clatters to the ground in a half-frosted heap. The half that isn't frosted is obviously pissed off, wobbling to try to get free. Finally it gives up and casts a fire spell to melt the ice, and then another one at Tsuruya with a small screech of rage.

The one whom Shen attacked just barely manages to tumble through the barrage of throwing knives but he isn't so lucky with that kick. Metal talons bounce the little demon into the ground and it is barely able to get up on all fours, but it raises its claw to cast a blustery mini-tornado from seemingly nowhere, right back at airbourne Shen.

The one with the wounded wing is again aloft and dive-bombing the girls, dodging rocks and thrown items and shooting the occasional spiteful thunder spell over at Gordon to keep him from getting decent aim again. Bastard shot his wing, after all.

[nomen_est_numen]

The wind hits Shen like a... well, like a small tornado, but birds are more used to random wind-shifts than one might think and he manages to flap out of the miniscule weather system, making it to the ground with only a minimum of dizziness.

After a beat he draws his charred but still-sharp polearm. Criminy, he's angry, now. He simply charges the nearest imp with a great swing of the weapon.