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the crybaby: hime's beautiful transformation!

WHO: Hime Shirayuki & Reggie Mantle
WHERE: a Heropa park somewhere
WHEN: backdated to Nov. 2, the evening
WHAT: Reggie's teasing Hime. She decides that the perfect response is to show him she's a magical girl by transforming right then and there you goddamn idiot.
WARNINGS:utter ridiculousness

10% of Hime knew this was a bad decision. That 10% consisted of Ribbon (her adorable little fairy mascot that's obligatory for the franchise) and Blue (who gives all the Cures their power and is pretty much god) in her mind, pointing out the obvious. She didn't know anything about this Reggie guy. She didn't know what he was like, what he could do, if he had superpowers as well, things like that. She didn't even know if the Phantom Empire was here to begin with--and once she made herself known as a Cure, she knew that they'd step up their attacks, if only to get rid of her.

But then the other 90% of her was saying that Reggie was a big ol'jerk who made fun of her hair and didn't believe her when she talked about Saiarks well she would show him. She's transform into Cure Princess and show off her powers and teach him what-for. That part won out over her common sense.

So, having bought a new outfit that consisted of a poofy dark blue skirt, white tights, and a white shirt to go underneath that blue sweater she had (girl got ported in wearing luau clothes for heaven's sake), Hime waited on a park bench, practically sulking as she waited for Reggie to show.

Stupid, dumb, Reggie. She'd show him.

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Even 10% of Reggie knew this was a bad idea, but not in the same way that Hime might have. He didn't know this chick, after all, and had nothing to prove to her or any reason to care about what she might have to prove to him, yet here he was anyway.

The wind gusted faintly, blowing his bangs from his face as he trudged through the park with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets; he made sure he was wearing a skeptical sort of scowl on his face when he saw Hime, though he raised one hand to wave to her.

"Hey, Blues," he said a bit snidely, looking her outfit over with a raised eyebrow. "Isn't that a little overkill?"

"It's cold," she said, with a little frown. "Besides, I like sweaters." She likes dresses more than sweaters, but Hime hasn't managed to find one good dress for her to wear yet. Which means that she's going to spend all her free time shopping until someone points out that wait a moment, you have school.

"Anyway, ready to be proven wrong?"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's see what you got," Reggie said, tossing his wrist in the slightly crisp air dismissively as he sat himself down on the bench. Might as well be comfortable during whatever this would be, he figured.

Part of Reggie knew he was being a bit unreasonable; he'd seen and heard of incredible things since coming here, and Hime's claims were far from the most outrageous. Yet this always happened, he always found himself challenging something minor past the point of necessity simply for the sport of it.

"This better be good," he added. "So I know I'm not here wastin' my time."

"Oh don't worry," Hime said, as she pulled out a weird small pink mirror device as well as three cards. If Reggie closely inspected them, the cards each had bits of an outfit on it, like they were part of a dress-up game.

"Time to change!" Putting the cards on top of each other like a fashion plate, Hime pushed them into the mirror. "Precure Rollin' Mirror Change!"

One transformation sequence later, Hime had changed into Cure Princess. "The blue wind dancing in the sky! Cure Princess!" She finished the transformation by striking a pose...which then only lasted a few seconds as she broke into a big grin, looking at Reggie.

"Well? Are you impressed?"

Impressed was not the word. Speechless was a word, although Reggie hid his shellshock well enough; he stared forward at her, lips parted slightly as if he were more offended than stunned, but he was completely new to magical girls.

Well, in real life. Assuming this still counted.

"You got to be freaking kidding me," he muttered, blinking once but still seeing her standing there in her costume, frosted hair and all. He should have expected something like this, no matter how crazy it sounded -- clever or not, Reggie was constantly losing bets. "So if I got this straight, you're some kind of sparkle space princess. Your weapon is what, hearts and glitter?"

He paused to reassess. "You don't look all that intimidating."

Wait what? That was unexpected. Hime paused for a moment, not sure what to do, before she decided that she'd do what she did best. Yell.

"What?! I'm one of the legendary warriors, Pretty Cure, why aren't you impressed?!" Because seriously! Okay, so it was a little sparkley. And she was fighting in high heels. And had pigtails the size of small children. But she was a warrior! She fought against evil! And she'd show Reggie.

"Just you watch! Princess," she moved a hand to her wrist, twirling the dial that was on the PreBrace around her wrist, "Twin Magnum Fists!" Sticking her hands in the air, two massive blue energy fist things formed around her hands and she shot them off....right at a nearby tree.

Needless to say, there wasn't a nearby tree anymore, mostly because trees are weaker than the monsters that Precure fight on a daily basis (and also, trees can't dodge). The tree was broken up into tiny little splinters and Hime looked over it, with a big smile on her face, not realizing that she just straight up killed a tree and might get in trouble for that.

"I--" Impressed really wasn't the word. What was there to say to this wild display? He'd had an easier time accepting a zombie apocalypse than what he was witnessing right now, but he'd of course been forced to come to terms with that very quickly. As much as he tried to block it out now. "Look, not that it isn't... isn't something, but I-- ack!"

The energy attacks send him behind the bench, crouching slightly as if the flimsy wood would be any kind of effective shield. As it was, he was all too aware of the hairs on the back of his neck standing up stiffly. (And did she just call him Princess?)

"Holy -- take it easy, would you? You coulda killed me with that!"

She just lets out a sigh because ask a stupid question. "You can dodge it, you know." She's still not connecting the dots that what normally might be mildly effective to a twenty foot tall magically created monster thing might be a liiiiittle more potent to a human.

"And that's not all I can do. Wanna see something else?"

Said with the complete ignorance of someone who does not fully grasp how weirded out Reggie was.

Reggie raised both hands, looking at Hime like she were on fire. What the hell was this girl? He managed to emerge from behind the bench, although he didn't stray far from it just in case.

"Yeah, I can dodge it," he said defensively, as if she were challenging his ego somehow. He's Reggie Mantle, he can do anything. Within reason. "Depends -- does this something else involve any more explosions?"

"Hey, don't worry. It doesn't involve explosions." It just involves dancing and a magical attack that's essentially making everyone chill the hell out.

But why was he reacting like this? Being a magical girl warrior (at least in Hime's mind) was cool. Why didn't this guy see that it was cool?

To her credit, she paused before doing the attack, looking back at Reggie. "I mean, if you don't want me to show you, I won't." Though there is an underlying tone of 'if you're scared' in her voice.

He straightened up, face in a tense, defensive pout and fists clenched at his sides. Reggie shifted them to perch defiantly on his hips, to emphasize a posture of cavalier apathy like he truly was unfazed and unimpressed.

A fragile facade at best, given his still somewhat trembling knees and frantic-looking eyes, but an effort was being made. His hair stuck out in an odd cowlick from his forehead.

"Well, honestly, I think I've already seen the show as good as it's gonna get," he boasted as he still panted a bit, anxiously. The nonchalance was hard to fake. "Seen one trick, seen 'em all."

As soon as he called her powers a trick, Hime launched into a full-blown pout. A trick?! These weren't a trick, they were honest to God actual magical girl powers! Pulling out some Precards from the satchel on her waist, Hime continued to pout. "Time to change!" She jammed the Precards into the mirror, then pressed a button on the machine. "Precure Rollin' Mirror Change! Macademia Hula Dance!"

And yep, her outfit did just spontaneously change into something vaguely Hawaiian inspired. "Precure Hawaiian Aloha Oe!" And...she just straight up started to hula. It wouldn't be a very impressive attack, except Reggie (as well as anyone else in the area who decided to watch them) would start to feel a bit light-headed, more relaxed, and want to join in with the hula dancing.

Look, it's better than the freezing attack.

"Hey, that isn't necess--" But even though his hands were up, it was too late; Hime was already changing. Had already changed. Reggie swallowed, moving himself back behind the bench. He stood up straight, but it was at least some kind of shield.

Just in case.

"Now what are you doing?" He demanded loudly, though the effect was already setting in. Reggie did feel light-headed -- a bit dizzy, actually -- and felt himself relaxing, jumpiness ebbing enough for him to walk around the bench and take a seat on it as he looked over in her direction. "Okay... that one's not so bad, I guess," he added after a few dazed moments.

Hime continues dancing, relaxed expression on her face. This felt great. It was like all of her worries and anger at Reggie were just flitting away. Why didn't she use this attack more often? It was the best. Better than that freezing attack, at least.

Still wearing her hula dance outfit, Hime just flopped down on the ground, across from Reggie, sprawled out on the grass. After a moment of relaxation, she popped up, still sitting on the grass, but looking up at Reggie. "Anyway, that's what I can do--oh, but you've got to call me Cure Princess when I'm like this, cause that's my hero name. It's a secret identity."

One that she had just straight up blown to Reggie and hasn't really seemed to realize that.

Reggie remained seated, his head swaying from side to side dreamily. Had he been upset before? Why? This wasn't so bad at all. Maybe it wasn't Reggie's idea of an ideal evening, but it could have been so much worse. He barely noticed when Hime stopped dancing until a few moments after, blinking a couple times to get himself back into focus.

"Your hero name? Some secret," Reggie scoffed, but more good-naturedly than he was before. He sat back himself, letting his arms drape over the top of the bench. After a hesitation and with effort, he decided to add: "I'll admit that last one was all right."

"It's pretty cool," she admitted, with a grin on her face. "My powers are a lot more impressive against the monsters from home, but I honestly don't know if there are any of those here."

Which is kind of worrying. After all, she had to have been brought here for a reason, right? Princess thought that reason was because she needed to fight the Phantom Empire. Apparently she was wrong.

"Yeah, I doubt it. You can't stop a war with pretty clothes and a flashing lights," Reggie said, though not spitefully like before; he was certainly not being kind, but his tone was more charitable now. Maybe if they had a whole army of people like her, but that's a little frightening to think about in of itself.

"A lot of pomp and circumstance for some glorified clothing changes, y'know? We mostly got the human kind of monsters around here."

That he knew of.

"Pretty clothes, flashing lights, and enough power to take out that tree." Less he forget, of course.

"Oh, right. I'm sure that'll be real useful against the US Army," he said dryly, rolling his eyes. "Or whoever. I don't really care about all this war crap anyway. Don't see why you should."

"It's because I'm a hero," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It's the Pretty Cure's job to protect people and fight on behalf of good."

"Good luck with that." Reggie didn't sound sincere, but it wasn't argumentative, either. He stood up again, looking at her skeptically once again. "Doesn't seem like it pays to be a hero."

And with that he turned, as if preparing to walk away.

"Let me know how it goes," he added. "When the monsters show up."

"I don't know if there are any monsters here," Hime responded, with a small sigh. "I might just have to stoop to bank robbers instead."

Which, she could still be a legendary warrior while fighting bank robbers. Just not as good of one.

Welcome to the real world, kid, was what Reggie found himself thinking... and then realized how absurd a thought it really was. How was this the real world? Obviously that was nonsense. But it's not like things were exactly normal back home, either. Reality had no standards anymore.

"If you're smart you'd leave that crap to the police," he said over his shoulder. "I'm going to get a soda. Want one?"

She was about to rebut that of course she wasn't, she was a magical girl warrior, that's why, but ooh! Soda! Reggie might buy her a soda!

"Do they have grape flavored?"

"Uh -- probably," Reggie said with a shrug and a quirked eyebrow. "Pretty standard flavor, I guess. Sort of boring, though; I'm getting ice cream with mine."

He smirked faintly. He'd buy the soda, but that didn't mean he wouldn't still give her a hard time.

Hime's eyes just light up at ice cream. Ice cream! Sweets! Yes! She runs to catch up with Reggie, detransforming as she does so, her Cure Princess gear vanishing with a flash of light as she turned back into plain ol'Hime Shirayuki.

"I want ice cream with mine also! And sprinkles!"

"Fine. Whatever -- it basically costs the same," Reggie muttered, putting his hands deeper in his pockets. Ice cream sodas were a Riverdale staple, but this place was so in love with the 50s he'd be surprised if they couldn't sling up a decent one here, too.

"Just don't assume this means we're friends."

"Right, you're just some guy who buys me ice cream," Hime sarcastically responded. That jerk. They were totally friends.

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