Dangerous Women (Misaki Mae versus Chelle Takeiro)

Misaki Mae. Is. Fucking. Fabulous.

Maybe others needed to take time to get ready, but Misaki always stayed ready for making a mark on others. Her little foxes filled in as Misaki walked through the halls of the large veranda. Her fingers flickered to her assistants as the five foxes made their ways off, looking beautiful in stolen dresses from an uncoming designer named Mitsuko who made her name by using Bliss' fortune. Misaki took the poor girl to the haphazard realm of vanity and hatred she carved out for Mitsuko to make her more dresses- or die. The girl would be happy enough Misaki left her alive to make more dresses for her in the future.

After hacking into Tyuki Gold's cell phone, Misaki managed to find an itinerary highlighting the highest, most fliest fashion event of the season. Misaki would make it the event of the year.

Stepping out in a red dress with orange ribbons pulling her form to fit, Misaki looked over her nails as she stepped past security. One man put his hand forward to check her credentials, drawing Misaki's eyes. "No. You answer to me."

"Yes. Mam."

"Halfway through the show, take this stack of money and make it rain on a model. It will be fine." Misaki pushed a stack of money into his chest as she walked towards her seat. Her weapons remained under her skin. Her spells on her tongue. "Oh-" She waved her hands towards Chelle. "Hello. What are you doing here? You look much better than the last time we met. You must not have tried that hard. Today, you look you are trying very, very hard to look nice."

Misaki sized up Chelle and flashed a smile. "I felt rags might be necessary for this party, seeing as you appear to be molting." The razor long nails from Misaki would reach out to grab a feather from Chelle's dress and pluck it. After dropping the feather to the ground, she would pull another from Chelle's dress. "I don't know if you need a tailor or a veterinarian, but you definitely can't pull this look off by yourself."

A president? A personal invite? "Oh, you need permission to go places. How sad. Chelle, you need to believe in yourself more and get over this low self esteem you have. Maybe it will start with your clothes." Mae would watch as Chelle went to take her seat with the President of France. A very new target for Misaki just came into being, and she did not intend on squandering this opportunity. "All of these are my seats."

Misaki moved towards the front row, opposite of Chelle through means of invisibility. "I need a favor from my little foxes." Misaki held her fox skin up to her face, whispering to her confidant. "You know that little designer girl we borrowed from Bliss? I want a copy of her. That copy really wants to meet the President of France. You know that don't you?" A curve of the lips came from the skin as it began to relay the message to Misaki's fox attendants through the building.

Three of the foxes, one dressed in an exquisite kimono with red hair dun up, while the other two wore more contemporary black dresses, went to the restroom, one in the dress entering the stall, while the other two stood lookout. A small featureless doll only three inches tall appeared from her hand. She set the little doll down and waited a few moments. Communication between realms took a little while, but that would not appease Misaki if she lost her chances. A small breath of relief and a welcome bark slipped from her mouth as the doll began to grow and take the shape of the petite 5'2 sister of Bliss Fukuyama.

The fox on Miskai's shoulder whispered in her ear. "Perfect." Mae scrathec his ear in delight.

Two models walked by in clothing no normal person would pay to wear on any street or in any venue. Of course it would be $1500 for such ugly attire. How else would they make the money back? "That dress is very ugly. I hope you are not in bad enough taste to wear something." A woman with a tightly pulled back face occupied the seat next to Mae, but the kitsune never looked back to acknowledge her as she made her comments. "Money has such a dreadful way of changing people for the worst. I feel fashion displays that the most."

"If you're so talented, maybe you should-"

"You should refrain from speaking to me before I cut your throat." Misaki placed her hands back upon her knees as her claws flashed a small appearance. "I am try to enjoy the show. That woman looks as though she is wearing the meal she vomited before hours ago on her head."

The doll resembling Mitsuko walked in between the three fox maidens. Each step of their hips in perfect accordance with the lead of their cadence. The quartet kept in step behind Chelle, making their way into the auditorium a few moments after the masked woman entered.

One security guard stepped away from the door, holding the stack of cash Misaki put in his back pocket. His approach to the stage did not arouse any looks other than mild inconvenience from something explaining how much they paid for these seats. The first stack of cash floated down over a model wearing a nice evening gown Misaki described as 'the dress white girls wear to explain their black boyfriends to their fathers'. The next few wads of cash continued to shower the models in cash while the crowd looked on in far less than amused faces.

Other than Misaki. Misaki fucking loved it.

Watching dollars rain on Chelle gave Misaki a pleasure even she did not expect to find. Even when Chelle sliced through the money, it still left a smile on Misaki's face to put such a distinguished fiend in such an unglorified position. "Give them what they paid for!" Using her program as a loud horn, Misaki called out from the front row.

Looking upon the weaponry her foe brought with her let Misaki know the time for play was over. "Security! There is- hmm." A retractable claw almost plunged through Misaki's disguise as she placed a finger to her cheek to think of the situation. "A villain! A supervillain from Hell here for our goods and possibly to take hostages!"

A room full of confusion would give Misaki plenty of room to navigate. Far more room than Chelle would gain by trying to class up the place. "I'll try to hold her back!" Oil would shoot forth from Misaki's hand, trying to coat the catwalk in a slick surface and gain some traction on Chelle. She just needed a little to kindle the fires of the fox flame. And of course set Chelle on fire with literal fire.

The servants of the fox made their way to the dressing area. They knew the plan all too well and trusted in their foolish pawn.

"Try?" Misaki pulled her hands from her side. "Harder?" The orange tint of her eyes flashed with opportunity. "Why, I think I will." The blue glow of the fox fire still held true to Chelle's form, painting the target in a perfect light. The same sharp sword protruded to pierce Misaki through her heart- and Misaki stood in the wake of the attack.

The blade entered Misaki. A sharp pain entered her body, but the blade could only go a few centimeters into her chest before the blade could no longer invade anymore. A small stream of blood seeped into the fabric, beginning to trickle down towards her abdomen. Starring down at the blade in her chest, a smirk rested upon Misaki's mouth. "You should try a little harder."

Shadows would slide up to grapple Chelle's ankles while Misaki reached out to put her hands on the bases of each of her angelic wings. Oil seeped from the pores in her hands as she caressed the base. Her smirk bore teeth as flames began to form in her hands. "Burn."

Well this was wonderful. Misaki could barely contain her excitement as she sent the demonic queen scurrying away in a desperate teleportation. "Still soaked bae." Fire still burned around Misaki's hand. It would leave soon enough, but for now she waited. The flicker of flames  needed to be elsewhere.

Fires would spark up at the entrances to each door. Soon they would spread to the outlying chairs and terraces built around the room. Spreading fires ate most of the cloth adorning the room within a matter of seconds, basking the room in a low light. Flickers of shadows began making their presence be known. A man helping a woman flee. No good. Two women covering their mouths as they poured through the remaining exit. No good. The figure of a woman feasting on a woman. Exactly the prize she sought.

"Just because you are a simpleton who is easily amused by your childish things such as clothes and men, does not mean I am the one boring you. It is not my job to enlighten you." With the room catching ablaze and Misaki's claws ready to parley the sword, nothing other than a smile could come from the Kitsune's mouth. Her fox reached over and whispered something in her ear. "Oh, but I wouldn't know how to burn a demon alive. I guess there's no wrong way to start trying."

Knowing the demon's shoulders were still coated in oil, and seeing her fox fire glimmer around her adversary, Misaki shot out a quick blast of fire. It was not a matter of 'if' for Chelle to move away, Misaki anticipated her wily moves, but it was a matter of where she would appear. Given her close range weapon, Misaki assumed she would appear just before her, on a platform filled with oil. If her premonitions proved correct, Misaki would use her shadow bind to wrap the demon queen of Thrones in place and disable her ability to attack.

An empty room echoed the graceful departure of the blade from Chelle's hand as it spun in the air towards Misaki's throat. A gleam sparked in Misaki's amber eyes as quickly as the claws retracted from her hand. One swipe knocked the blade to the ground. "Oops." Flames shimmered off the reflection of the razor sharp claws. "I honestly believed I would slice your little tooth pick in half. I guess someone knew how to make a good blade."

Chelle had seen to much. Misaki planned on remedying her vision with a trick of her own. A glass vial shattered in front of Chelle's feet, releasing a noxious gas disguised as a perfume. Not only would it obstruct her vision, but if sustained for long enough, the fox fire would cause Chelle to glow even more while beginning to more her consciousness from this world to the fox dream realm. Misaki smiled as she began to phase into an invisible state.

Her state did not come quick enough though. A table flew across the room, hitting Misaki in her chest. While the table only succeeded in knocking the fox down, it did give enough of a pause for a telekinetic gust to disperse the cloud. "You look like you could use some help." Wearing a green Girl Alive! T-shirt with a black pleated skirt and a pair of knee high boots, Bliss broke onto the scene.

"You miserable little whelp." A voice floated through the air, pulling Bliss' attention towards one of the pillars. "I should- oh, if it isn't Bliss Fukuyama. I thought I captured you."

"I've never met you. This will be my first time dismantling what stupid scheme you have." Once she knew Chelle was in good shape, Bliss focused on her own impact on this fight. In any case, Chelle would probably put up more of a fight than Bliss. "If I do it right it will be the last, and you better hope capture is the way I choose."

"Oh, I just assumed on your way through the halls you would have been bound and gagged three or four times by any number of villains, or goons, or girl scouts looking to make a name for themselves. I truly meant no offense." Misaki reappeared behind Bliss, her claws fully extended to bring down upon Bliss. "I was merely looking out for your best interest."