2686/Unshaken, Not Stir-Stirred

Unshaken, Not Stir-Stirred
Date of Scene:	12 July 2025
Location:	Port Warehouses
Synopsis:	Two Precures meet an overcaffeinated and punchy Tuxedo Mask. He convinces at least one of them to come back with him to the Shed for a proper fight, and the other to at least be spotter.
Cast of Characters:	Mamoru Chiba, Lincoln Blackwell, Roman Talleday

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Mamoru Chiba has posed:
There is an explosion of light and a sound like an incredibly large blowtorch over in that direction, several warehouses away. Then there's the sound of approaching running feet tap-tap-tap-tap in dress shoes barely audible over the alarms ringing. Then, visible in silhouette and ghostly white gloves and mask in the darkness above the streetlights, the source of the running-- a figure with a long cape that's light enough to trail behind him as he runs.

Well. There are two of them and there is one of him and one explosion.

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
"Bollocks!" Cure Matcha ducked suddenly as the roar of the explosion hit his ears. "Wha' was that, Ro--"

He cleared his throat. "I mean, Cure Chai."

It was the initial reaction, arms out to either side and glancing this way and that. Little semi-turns as he tried to prepare himself for whatever might be on the way. After all, Lincoln was still very new to this whole mahou thing.

"There was a battle nearby, pour-pour!" Oolong spoke from his place on the precure's shoulder. "Stop moving around like that, you're being weird about it!"

"Wait--you hear that?"

Footsteps? And, could he hear the cape? Yes. Yes, he could.

"Cor! Look at that one!"

Roman Talleday has posed:
"Look sharp, that's an eccentric rich bloke if I ever seen one." Cure Chai's eyes followed the Tuxedo'd stranger of the night once he spotted him. "Pure villain kit, that, We're in for it now--"

Darjeela poked her head up from within the tilted teacup and saucer that made for something of a hat upon on his pink hair. "He does look a little suspicious, but I'm not really smelling anything bitter on the wind--"

"Oi, mate!"

This is the cry that cuts through the dark, and it is hardly a sound associated with justice, or the immaculate princely attire of Cure Chai. But it is the noise that escapes his head nonetheless. A call to arms from across the sea. Cure Chai is off in chase, regardless, leaping to run at speed-- aheadf of himself, as always.

"C'mon, Cure Matcha, let's after 'em!"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
At the yell in English, the steps falter and the eccentric rich bloke jogs backwards for a second, then sees Roman barrelling for him and "What the fuck, you're so fancy!" he yells back in accented but easy fluent English, sounding accusatory and looking DTF-- delighted to fight. He looks like he's going to stand his ground!

He stays still, grinning, bracing for impact, then as soon as Cure Chai is close enough to whiff him he's in the air doing a flip overhead and landing behind Cure Chai, and he makes a grab for the back of Chai's princely jacket. To see what happens.

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
"Let's after 'em?" Cure Matcha called after Cure Chai as the other charged onward toward the rather dapper looking gentleman.

Lincoln had seen enough Christmas movies to know that often meant villain, too. But, unlike Rome, he'd caught what Darjeela was trying to say. She couldn't smell the evil on him.

"Of course she'd pick a reckless boy, pour-pour." Oolong grumbled at his ear as Lincoln broke into a run as well.

He was still a little too distant to directly intervene just now and that was a really cool flip. That was very cape. But--oh no, he was trying to grab at Cure Chai! The precure redoubled his effort to catch up and, well, he was quick when he wanted to be.

Henshin powers plus what he'd naturally gained playing football? Of course he was fast.

"Don't you go grabbin' at him, dapper-man!"

Roman Talleday has posed:
Springy bastard! Cure Chai's gaze follows him over head, halting just long enough for the thought to occur to him. The look of this bloke, in his mask, was ringing a bell, and already he's twisting to round.

The gloved hand snatches out to take hold of white fabric, and catches purchase upon a sleeve, though the Pretty Cure is agile. His leg, brought to snap back towards the masked man, threatens to land a fairly solid kick to the torso.

"Wait, Stir-stir!" Poor Darjeela ducks into the cup to hide.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Then tell your friend not to run at me, Fancy-san Two!!" laughs Tuxedo Mask as he lets go and twists his torso aside and grabs for Cure Chai's kicky leg as said kick goes past. He sweeps a leg backwards and now to the side when Cure Matcha gets close enough for such a sweep to make a difference. "Tell me you don't mind a stupid fight for fun now and then-- I'll take both of you on! I'm sorry I'm in such a good mood, I ~just got married~ and you came at me like a mobile brick pile and I just killed a youma by myself--"

If he caught the leg he has not yet let go.

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
Oh, right. Honorifics. Lincoln was still struggling with that bit.

"Sorry! Dapper-man-san!" It was a belated correction, issued mid-step as his peripheral caught the sweep and instinct kicked in.

It was a creative little hop and skip, weaving past as though he'd shifted ball between he feet in order to sneak it past another player. It came complete with a little pirouette. A spinning turn that saw him stop a yard or so past, facing their potential surprise masked tuxedo foe.

"I don't want to fight you, but if you insist on makin' things bitter, then I'm gonna have to sweeten your night!" Lincoln threw up a very cute peace sign with his right hand. "Cure Matcha!"

A short pause.

"Why'd I do that?"

Roman Talleday has posed:
"What's with everyone gettin' married--" Cure Chai wobbled precariously for the nonsense going on at the end of his leg. That detail, too, seemed to tigger something in his head, and yet it was gone again as quickly as it came. Did he forget his medication today? Possibly. He'd also had a lot of sugar.

"Hands off the goods, like!" A swirl of pink steam started to gather with heat-- and a delicious smell!-- around the limb, discouraging of any continued hold and adding a good amount to the general cape flapping going on. Maybe even enough to blow off a hat, at this rate, but Cure Chai felt himself pivoting again. Strength given to bend backwards and kick leg upwards, such that he might backflip away or launch the Tuxedo'd guy over the top of him back the other way again.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Definitely enough to get Tuxedo Kamen to let go-- and he sort of--

--oh no he's laughing. Oh no, he's laughing too hard to fight. He started when Chai yelled and made his leg smell like really good but too hot tea WHAT THE ACTUAL, and no he's not going to hang on to that, it's too hot! And what the...

But then Matcha does a thing and is confused about it, and the dapper dapper boy lets out a whoop of helpless laughter and staggers away, holding his hands up and then letting them drop to his knees as he wheezes.

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
He was laughing? That's where this guy was at right about now, after they'd had their little scuffle. Cure Matcha frowned a little as he looked at his own offending hand before turning it into a point at the dastardly fancy chap.

"Quick Rome! He's dropped his guard!" Lincoln spluttered out before he looked suddenly shocked. "Bollocks!"

Roman Talleday has posed:
Cure chai was flipped and back on his feet again, and looking worryingly ready to launch into another attack.

"Yeah, how d'you like the smell of 'my' socks, hat-man? I'm hot stuff--" But the taunt, and the lunge, fell short when the other boy said his name. He came to a halt to stare at the other.

"Don't 'Rome' me when I'm in my pinks, you tossed salad!"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Oh, oh god THAT'S what Ami-san was-- you two!" Mamoru finally catches his breath, and almost starts laughing again, but takes off his mask instead and yells, "Why didn't you come to the wedding? Free food on the moon!"

A beat (he is still kind of catching his breath). "I mean, after two boss fights."

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
"Who're you callin' a tossed salad, you upturned desklamp!" Lincoln protested. "I'm still gettin' used to things, aren't I?"

For a brief moment, he looked more ready to tackle Cure Chai than he was ready to tackle at tux-guy. Wait. What was he saying?

"I think we broke him, man." Cure Matcha squinted. "Moon food? The thing's not made of cheese real, like."

Roman Talleday has posed:
"If they had cheese up there, it would be moon cheese though, wouldn't it? Hors d'ourves and that, like. It's finger food at a wedding, isn't it?" Cure Chai sent the othr a squint, and shook his head.

"And nobody told me nothin' about no moon weddin', before it went by, did they?" He defended himself lamely, "Still not half convinced. But then I got told about a flying jeep what turned into a snake-thing in a giant ball-pit, or whatever. Like mate, that's a sleep pirahna demon on a bad head-cold, I'm having none of that."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru puts his mask back on, then straightens his jacket and his tie and his neck badge, then shrugs to settle his jacket one more time, and he crosses his arms. "Sorry. We did defeat that though, it was just a really powerful youma for what it's worth. Also, sorry to you fairies! That really wasn't nice of me. I just really-- it was so silly, I mean, that was so funny, just now."

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
"It's sleep paralysis demon, R--Cure Chai!" Cure Matcha corrected with a snort. "I have no idea what you're talkin' about anymore. None. You might as well be speakin' Japanese."

Which, of course, Lincoln was currently speaking.

"You boys are going to need a lot of work, pour-pour." Oolong appeared at Cure Chai's shoulder again, his gaze raking over Tuxedo Kamen slowly as he made disapproving noises.

Perhaps not directed specifically at Tuxedo Kamen, but also not not at him either. In fact, the small green chipmunk-shaped fairy seemed to be speaking to all three of them just now.

"Darjeela already told you he wasn't bitter smelling, Cure Chai. You're like a bull in a tea-shop!" He huffed. "And, Cure Matcha, you're the worst thing to happen to secret identities since... Well, probably forever, pour-pour!"

Lincoln deflated a little. "You don't gotta say it like that, Oolong. C'mon, man."

He sighed and frowned at his dapperness. "But, you're not an enemy then?"

Roman Talleday has posed:
"You got your head on backwards." Blue eyes swept his teammate before nodding at the dapper kamen. "It's all good, but. I thought you were a geezer up to somethin' cheeky for the Obbies." In this instance, 'geezer' was said in English, unable to capture the nature of it here to describe the very posh appearance of the Tuxedo. 'Obbies', too, seemed to be a contraction of 'Obsidian people'.

Beneath the white swirl of hair that sat over pink bangs, the beautiful young man frowned towards Oolong. "Just 'cause he ain't Dark Roast doesn't mean he's not a prat though, yeah?" He glanced at the masked man. "No offence, man."

"I have a very good nose for those up to no good! But you were too busy trying to fight, Stir-stir..." Darjeela's pink head popped up from the cup again, and she rubbed at her little ears, looking a bit frazzled. "But you did look very cool when you announced yourself, Cure Matcha!"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"No, to be perfectly honest, I initially thought you were Dark Lieutenants," says the dapper gentleman. "I'm Tuxedo Kamen. Chiba Mamoru, grade 12 at RH Academy. I've met him," he points to Roman, "and it's nice to meet you. Sorry I just..."

The boy lifts a white-gloved hand and rubs at the back of his head for a second, looking sheepish. "Ah, I really wanted that fight. RIP. Nice outfits, though. I mean-- though--"

Tuxedo Mask squints at Cure Chai. "How new are you? Do you know about the Shed?"

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
"I'm Cure Matcha. Uh... Blackwell Lincoln, grade ten. Also at Radiant Heart now." Lincoln replied, snapping to attention with a rather impressive salute given his attire and general demeanour.

"What part of secret identity is hard for you, pour-pour?" Oolong had grabbed a little paw at Lincoln's ear. "It's the secret part, isn't it?"

"Ow! Oolong, watch it!" The precure was wincing, one eye closed now and head tilted toward the fairy. "He just said his bits, didn't he? I figured it was only fair."

It didn't take him long to shoo the fairy away from his lobe and the small green chipmunk took to the air in order to get a closer look at Tuxedo Kamen on his own.

Lincoln frowned with a glance at Roman, rubbing at the abused ear absently. "Why'd I have to get the handsy one, Chai?" His attention shifted back to the older boy. "Pretty bloody new, honest. I've only met the one Dark Lieutenant and he was a twitchy chemistry teacher."

Roman Talleday has posed:
"I got some of my bearings, but I'm not too much further advanced, yeah? I've been told about the Shed, a bit." Cure Chai nodded, shrugging his shoulders and letting his arms swing in a loose motion, as if shaking off his inclination to scrap. "Turns out, my tutor includes a bit of extra credit."

"It's wonderful to meet you, stir-stir! And you recognised us right away, too. How observant!" The pink chipmunk-like fairy joined her green counterpart in inspecting Tuxedo Kamen, sniffing curiously at the air around him. "What a curiously lovely scent... very complex and handsome! But I'd expect nothing less from a newlywed, with sweetness in his heart. My name is Darjeela, and this is my darling Oolong!"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Oolong-san is unfortunately right -- you should be more careful with your identities," Mamoru says apologetically. "I'm not because it's a little pointless for me, since a lot of Obsidian already knows who I am. I used to work for them." He bows solemnly to the fairies. "Darjeela-san, it's nice to meet you as well. I've met more Charas than Pretty Cure fairies, but what with the introduction, I made an educated guess. I'm very happy for you that you're sweethearts! And... uh, thanks! I shower reguarly."

He's a little out of his depth.

"Which chem teacher was a dark lieutenant? Dumbasses should know by now that they can't get up to funny business on campus," he says to Matcha, laughing. And then he snap-points, both hands, one finger pointed at each of the other two boys. "There is a magical battle range at the shed where you can fight with like holodeck illusions, and Magic Fight Club is every wednesday after self-defense class in the gym. The safest place from dark energy in the whole city is campus, there's a magical effect in play there that suppresses it. Oh! Really helpfully important: I'm a healer, and I live on the top floor of the same building as the cat cafe. You can enter via the roof or the top floor balconies in an emergency."

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
"Yeah, I get that." Lincoln huffed a little, feeling more than a little bit stupid for his identity problems. "I'll try to keep it in mind goin' forwards, yeah? Things just got a little sketchy for a minute there and I slipped."

"At least he seems to have his head on right, pour-pour." Oolong said aside to Darjeela, fluttering his way closer to her. "Maybe they can have a role model to learn from."

Oolong glanced toward Tuxedo Kamen again in indication. Oh how little did he know. Mamoru was a surprise for the fairy to discover in his own time. Lincoln, however, was waving a hand dismissively.

"Nah, not here. He was back in Manchester, when I first discovered Oolong and 'fore I got my scholarship over here." He grinned. "It's how I became a superhero, yeah?"

Roman Talleday has posed:
"You're not a superhero, Linc-kun. You're a magic-man. That's a different thing. And you ain't got your undies outside or a cape or nothin'," Cure Chai waved his hand towards Tuxedo Kamen, "He's half there."

Even so, the white-pink Cure shook his head to note, "I went up against Macchiato and his lot, what's a cat-man in a pinstripe suit what shoots bitter beans from his tommy-gun like a furry scarface. Then I got here? Attacked by an origami-foldin' sugar-wasp what's the Little Sister type," He scoffed, "And she's French. As if that couldn't get worse. She's got a long posh name for herself too, but I just say Sucre-Bleu, 'cause I ain't got time."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
The mask-wearing older boy looks bemused, then amusedly alarmed, then absolutely bewildered. "First of all," he says, lifting a finger like he's about to lecture, then shaking his head and letting it drop, "I am not a good role model. I am the worst senpai. Just ask Silvia Koji-san-- tell him I said he should tell the truth. I'm a redeemed villain! I have questionable friends."

Then he waves a hand around dismissively, shaking his head. "That aside, I-- am having trouble understanding what you're getting at, I'm so sorry," the prince says, and he really does sound apologetic. "Are you-- since you're so new, I guess, uh, that's why you were so taken aback by that introduction. Oh wait! Wait! Do you have cool henshin sequences?"

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
"You've got good instincts after all." Lincoln's eyes widened and he turned to Roman again. "Could probably use some fine tunin' on the timin', though."

After all, Tuxedo Kamen had been a villain. He just wasn't anymore. The precure set gaze upon the proper posh mahou with a very mild frown.

"Of course I've got a cool henshin sequence. You can't get drip like this without it, yeah?" He tugged at his shirt.

Maybe it counted as a tunic? Heck, it almost looked like a minidress. This didn't seem to bother him in the least. "I look amazin'."

Roman Talleday has posed:
"That's true, this is <proper reem>," The last was said in English, but seemed to follow the sentiment that he was very nicely dressed in fashionable clothing, "People pay big money for kit like this, don't they? It's not what I was expectin', but."

He looked down at himself, briefly, and Cure Chai was rather immaculate-- layers of fine tailoring and boyishly expressed, he was the very picture of high tea. His own legs sported knickerbocker-like shorts, high socks and a bejewled teaspoon sat at his hip in the midst of a bow.

"It does make me look well fit, yeah." Cure Chai glanced back up to Mamoru. "There's a lot that goes on. There's pink chai tea and spinning cardemoms and I do a twirl with the teaspoon and... I kinda get spashed with tea, from the teacup and it turns my hair pink... it's a whole circus."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"You do look amazing, and you're coordinated with each other-- that must be really cool, matching someone like that," Tuxedo Kamen says admiringly, with absolutely zero irony. "And yeah, the closest kind of thing I can think of is cosplayers and reenactors, or figure skaters, you know? Huge amounts of money to look as fancy as possible. Let me tell you, it's really handy to have a henshin that looks like normal clothes, though."

Normal clothes. "Like this, you know?"

No he laughs, though, half spinning away. "You guys, you don't understand, I killed a big youma by myself and I'm married and I also had way too many energy drinks are you sure you don't want to fight? My guys want me to fight with them but like-- they're asleep right now."

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
Lincoln was now watching Tuxedo Kamen with some suspicion. He leaned a little closer to Roman with a short, entirely audible, whisper. "Is it just me or is he a little bit wired?"

Off course, the older teen had said exactly as much only moments beforehand. But, it was the sort of thing that the precure needed to articulate for himself before it really settled in to making sense for him.

"You wanna just get into a superpowered punch on, then?" Cure Matcha straightened up a little. "Right here in the street, like? Or are you gonna drag us to your Shed first?"

He was a little bit lost. "I'll warn you, though. I ain't even fought my first youma yet."

Roman Talleday has posed:
"Gettin' dragged off through the night by a masked man to a shed, 'cause he wants to smack you around, sounds ominous under any other circumstances, don't it?" Roman agreed, his brows rising, and he looked back over to Tuxedo Mask.

He weighed his options fairly quickly. "Yeah, you're having a good time. And no good night's out before a scuffle's up." He sniffed. "I'll fight you."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Nah just a fight, unless we go to the Shed, but it's the middle of the night--" But...

Roman says he'll fight him, and Mamoru's eyes gleam behind his mask. "Yeah? Let's go blow each other up in the Shed, hahaha. If either of us gets hurt, I'll fix it. It'll be handy showing you the place anyway. It's like a secret headquarters sort of place. Meet me at school, at the treeline of the little copse behind the huge maple in the quad, near the back wall. It's the garden shed back in the trees a bit."

This as he's taking a top hat out of nowhere and digging his hand in it up to the elbow; he takes out a flashlight and puts the hat on his head; he lights the flashlight under his chin and sweeps his cape up in front of the lower half of his face. "Mua ha ha ha!"

And then the cape sweeps up the rest of the way, the light goes out, and the cape keeps going until it, and Tuxedo Kamen, are gone.

Lincoln Blackwell has posed:
"He's a bit of a character, isn't he?" Lincoln mused as Tuxedo Kamen caped away.

Cure Matcha paused there for a moment, thinking very quietly. Ultimately, though, he just shrugged faintly.

"i'm not above fightin' a bloke whats got it comin' to him, but I've never been the sort to--you know?--meet me in the shed by the woods after dark, kinda." He shook his head. "Whatever. I guess you've got a knuckle-date with a gentleman and we shouldn't keep him waitin'."

The precure jumped into a very rapid jog off toward the school.

Roman Talleday has posed:
"A character? Bloke's the whole bloody cast," The white-pink cure laughed, evidently unbothered by the older student's antics.

"He certainly does put on a show, but you're not really going to go fight him, Stir-stir?" Darjeela flew after him as Cure Chai took off running with the other, catching up to pull herself into the teacup-hat and ride along.

"Yeah, 'course I am? That's neighbourly, like." A grin then, "Man... if he's like this now, imagine what he must've been like in his villain days? Ha!"