A view to the kill...

While perhaps not very conversant with certain muggle “pop culture” icons, it’s rather odd hearing THAT particular line from the 1956 classic cartoon: “Stupor Duck”!

Rei

Now is not the time for idle chatter or woolgathering. It's time for quick decision and time to get the bloody HELL out of here!

Not that I'm in a rush run away here like I don't feel like being around these people. No, not that. Rather, it has more to do with the fact that my sisters and friends are out there, somewhere and it would behoove me to seek them out in case trouble comes there way!

Given the taboo before me, I have a sinking feeling that trouble shall come soon enough in the form of . . . Death Eaters.

Yes, I talk of those bigoted villains of the Harry Potter fame. The clues (some rather disturbing ones) about shout it. I mean how likely is that grave marker over yonder with the name Tom Riddle and other small clues I picked up just NOT going to now practically scream "Harry Potter" crossover here to me?

But to do that . . .some things MUST be attended to here and now. Say what you will about some of my family (but be respectful or else I may have to take issue with it!), there are decided advantages to having the family which drew me in and adopted me!

Before, I may have been brought into BEING to be the pilot of one of the most advanced weapon systems my world had ever created, but all that training failed to include small arms training.

Not that something like ordinary small arms (conventional or Military issue energy) could have scratched an Angel. However, Uncle Roland had corrected that shortcoming... and I rather doubt that this @#$% who hit me with spell work meant well! Time to cut down on some of the clutter, as it were! Some course of action must be taken because that bundle over there is . . . probably the most evil feeling "thing" I've sensed in a while. It's shrieked orders are NOT exactly friendly, shall we say. No, no good will towards ME and the others here at all.

THAT flashes through my mind in a matter of seconds, which rather decides on what next for me to do here!

Spellwork takes a LOT of gesturing and such while gunplay , in the end, just requires a simple draw and then the motion of a finger to finish. That and it's more likely to succeed.

Uh, I fear that the pain from my ribs would perhaps make quick spellcasting . . . .difficult.

Nice fluid motion. Draw and . . .

THUMP!

"Most satisfact.... Oh shit!" the mysterious blue haired (and winged) woman curses, having suddenly to shoot yet again her weapon.

THIS time into the lunge form of that one large snake of Voldemort's he'd taken as something of a pet. Something of a friend . . . and perhaps more.

Whatever the case, that large snake chose just now to make a nuisance of itself. Seems that the scaly beast objected to it's master and his henchman being laid out by this winged . . . upstart. The beast (who is actually more intelligent than any snake has a right at being) had attacked Rei in a blind rage, anger having eclipsed it's logic, and now lay at her feet. Feeling MOST disoriented and bruised from the plasma bolts which had laid it out.

The "stun setting" now found in man portable Military issue energy weapons worked, mind you, but it was a rough and ragged affair. An add on that had come much LATER in it's life, you see. See, the Military hadn't designed their energy weapons with a "stun setting". They'd not thought it possible, you see, and only LATER did it come to light such was possible...

But the offshoot of all this was a weaponblast which could actually stun (and not kill), but it was akin to being hit over the head by a baseball bat in the pain that it produced! It was several times more painful than a phasor (ala Star Trek) set on heavy stun! And all this meant was that this snake was now out prone and vulnerable. A fact that Rei took advantage of when she finished it off with yet another plasma bolt (this time on full power) to it's head.

. . .

The less said about the stench of burnt snake and the general mess that causes the better!

Nor let us comment the rather vile curses that parade through Rei’s conscious as the “butcher’s bill” for landing in the middle of things here has done to her equipment (and by extension quickly connecting back up with her troop). No signs of them within a short sweep of her tricorder. Her combadge was . . . on the fritz for the moment. Without any quick clues to their whereabouts it wouldn’t do to just hare off for the hills. In other words, the young woman was going to stay pat and PRAY that nothing bad was happening to her sisters and the others. At least until she can get herself sorted out here, but it was HARD. Hard…

And not soon afterwards Rei was faced with two boys who seemed to have a LOT of questions, but she only can sigh in consternation as their words (and her's to her own ears) are now nothing but gibberish.

Reaching up and plucking the universal translator broach from her jerkin, she sighs.

"I fear that I shall have to do a total OS rebuild on this," she sighs, speaking her native tongue. Her native dialect of Japanese.

Her combadge was in somewhat better shape, but she needed to do a "cold reboot" to get it back to right. THAT rarely needed procedure was going to take only a few minutes, but still she hated having to spend them!

"Should have stuck with Mil tech and be done with it," she sighed. "But nooo, I had to chose the other gear because it looked more aesthetically pleasing. Well, sure feel stupid now!"

She then looked at the other items about her quickly.

"Well, they do say that Mil tech is by needs a bit more . . . rugged than it's Star Trek counterpart," glancing at her other gear and seeing that most of it being working order (for the most part). Sighing, she shakes her head and gesturing at her ears to try to convey that she doesn't understand their words any more.

Whilst she had learned English (and spoke it with a "proper" upper class Victorian English accent as she had adopted from her parents), she still cannot make heads or tails of what the young men are asking her. However, she can hazard a guess.

Probably something to do with how come she's still amongst the living? Maybe something to do with the weapon she'd used? Who was she and why did she have wings (and such strange eyes and hair)?

The last part was somewhat understandable in a funny, humorous way to Rei. The Japanese of other worlds did not naturally have blue hair or red eyes. It was rare enough back from where she'd came into being, but not unheard of.

She still chuckled a bit at remembering how Ritsuko Akagi had reacted to learning that there were no naturally occurring blonde Japanese. While there were blonde Japanese women (and men) out there, it was ONLY due to them bleaching their hair.

Oh, Ritsuko's hair was also bleached, but didn't like people noticing such things. Like it wasn't obvious, considering the telltale signs Yet another oddity to contemplate whilst thinking of all the wonders about.

Something to ask about (or not) later...

Quickly muttering a healing spell, she hissed softly as her broken ribs slid back into place and reattached themselves, healed. A quick and simple (but somewhat uncouth means) reassured her that while painful, those formerly broken ribs of hers hadn't done anything else like . .. . say . . .. punctured a lung.

Spitting is SO unlady like, but still Rei's very happy to see there is no blood mixed in with the saliva as what would happen if one of her lungs HAD been punctured. The rock she'd spat upon was proof enough for her.

Wouldn't have done well for her to have flown off from the boys here on a search mission to find her lost charges only to pass out from blood loss, eh?

That taken care of, all there was left to do was to (hopefully) contact her wayward charges. The reboot of her combadge had been successful, for which Rei could only be thankful for. Still, while she'd be well within her rights to just ignore the gabbling boys around her (she couldn't understand them, their English dialect being too far off to be understandable to her ears), there was one means of communication available...

Halfway into reaching into a pouch to pull out a rather prosaic pad of paper and pen, it quickly became apparent that there were some decidedly un friendly elements about who’ve decided to make themselves known. Dropping pen and paper to the ground, attempts to communicate through the written word forgotten, she instead hits the deck.

Someone out there is firing upon them. Or rather, upon the still unconscious forms who she had put out cold! Someone just took them out with some rather high velocity “muggle” rounds. There is a sniper about and there is something VERY not right with this situation if this was a straight out “Harry Potter” crossover!

There are a LOT of much darker aspects afoot here than what would be found at this point in time IF this was actually the Harry Potter series.

It has something to do with observations (snide or not) about the magicks of the Wizarding World she was familiar with and the muggles of THIS particular world. Basically, the muggles of this world . . . are not as stupid and incompetent by FAR as the Wizarding World believes. There are . . .uh . . .forces out there (secretly sanctioned by various muggle governments who are MOST sick and tired of the high and mighty magic folks out there) dedicated in countering any threats from that corner.

Now! Before you ask any more questions, of COURSE there are muggles out there who know of the wizarding world. Many more than what the wizards would like, let me tell you. The roots for which (and why what just happened was possible) will be explored here in a moment.

Right now, we find that Rei and the others are rather more interested in getting OUT of the kill zone instead of much of anything else. Something out beyond sight, an assassin lurks who just shot and killed the ones that Rei had put down. Probably after finally noticing that the figures were still amongst the living.

Their chests rising and falling, showing continued breath, was the tip off probably.

But all that aside, things are a bit more frantic than some here and now care for, some with heartbeats WELL over the norm. Adrenalin is such a rush!!

Adrenalin or not, Rei really wishes to be gone and away from here. Then and only then can she realistically even think about resuming her efforts at finding the others. There was a real quick way to some sort of safety. A place where she should be able, once there, she could hopefully get away from before the people there recovered from her rather startling appearance.

At least she HOPED so, anyway.

As for the others, it looks like they're frantically looking for some safe haven. They weren't panicing, but then again they looked like they didn't have much of an idea on how to get OUT of here safely. However, IF things are as they were in the book then SHE had a real easy fix for that.

Moments later, the sniper blinked at the spot where his prey had lain. His primary goal achieved (despite the arrival of certain ODDITIES), he had expected the Potter boy and Cedric to make good their escape through the same item that had been swept here.

The mysterious contact within the Ministry of Magic had stated that his target would be here, to do SOME kind of ceremony to bring him back to power. That and to snuff the Potter kid. He'd been . . . delayed by the Barrier, but he'd accomplished his goal. Or rather, the task his superiors had sent him upon had been accomplished and a favor in return for a favor had been done here.

Fairs fair, really. His mysterious sources within the Ministry had allowed Seele to be put down and Third Impact be avoided.

Too bad about Toyko 3, though. Probably ended up wherever that other NERV facility in New Mexico had ended up. Nobody would ever know for sure what had happened over there.

Yes, that said the source had opened enough up to let the truth be revealed to his superiours. The source had taken care of his bosses problems and now in return HE (and that winged woman) had taken care of his source's problems.

Hm, in all his briefings he'd never heard of any kind of creatures who looked like the angels found in church. Lots of supposedly fantastic creatures actually were a reality in this . . .Wizarding World.

Elitist pricks...

Well, most of 'em. The Potter kid was okay and whoever this source was was a Godsend so not all of them were pricks.

Whatever! The target was dead, but . . . It was due in no small part to this mysterious winged woman. And due in no small part the area of the hit had been cleaned up by the self same winged woman, though that added touch of the corpse lurching about and gathering up things (like that gaudy flaming fire goblet) had been macabre!

1. It had been enough to make HIM take a few steps back in surprise!

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