Kooky Karakura

The moment you step through the window to the human world you quickly find yourself thrown into the center of a chaotic mess, what looks to be hundreds of thousands of miniaturized people running around like chickens with their heads cut off as television screens and various other media outlets all plead for the populace to remain calm. With a bitter grumble you shake your head, your gaze from the top of a building at the heart of Karakura town offering you the best view of the bedlam below, “It’s even effected humans…whatever is doing this is really powerful.”

“You’re telling me,” Soul mutters, her face twisted up into a snarl as she turns to Maka, “Oi, Maka, you can feel it too right?”

Maka nods as solemnly as her miniature body can, “Yes, John-kun this entire area is saturated in magic. It’s covering everything around with something…”

“It almost feels like madness,” Medusa comments from her placement on your shoulder, her head tilting to the side as she idly swings her bare feet from the edge of her shoulder perch, “but it seems altered beyond what I can figure out.”

“I believe whatever Medusa-san, Maka-san, and Soul-san are sensing is reiatsu John-sama,” Nemu pipes up, her polite stance and quiet voice offering valuable insight into her words, “I can sense that the ambient reiatsu across Karakura town is roughly two hundred percent the average since Kurosaki-san was awakened as a Shinigami.”

“Thank you Nemu-chan, Medusa-hime, Maka-hime, Soul-hime,” you say with a smile, “at least now we sort of know what we’re dealing with…hopefully Frankie-san can come up with something soon.”

You can feel Medusa’s tiny hands clench into your shoulder at the mere mention of Stein’s name, the familiarity in your tone stroking her the wrong way and causing a decidedly adverse reaction. However, Medusa lets loose a quiet sigh as she softly mutters loud enough for only you to hear, “I…wouldn’t worry John-kun…Stein is a bitch…but she knows what she’s doing.”

You offer Medusa a proud smile, something that turns her cheeks a brilliant red seconds before you lay a soft kiss on her tiny cheek, “Thanks Medusa-hime…”

“Oh My God!” The sound of Moira’s voice breaks the tender moment and whatever amount of concentration you have as the eccentric woman dashes from the back of the group to the edge of the roof, “Th-this is…AMAZING! A pen! I need a pen! I need to write this all down!” Moira starts to ramble at the speed of light, the over stimulation of a seemingly restored planet earth almost too much for her to take as she goes into overdrive observer mode.

“Is she always like this Deadman Shinigami-san?”

With a heavy sigh you nod, the voice in your ear causing you to grumble in frustration and pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, “I haven’t know her long but I’d have to…say…yes?” You blink your eyes a few times in succession, the sudden voice not belonging to any of your girls thus causing more than a few dangerous wires to trip in your head. Turning you gaze toward the source of the sound you find a miniature woman dressed all in white floating beside you head, her skin a deep mocha brown while her brilliant blond hair cascades down her form in a trio of thin pony tails.

“Hello,” the woman greets, her high collar offering no indication to her facial expression but her beautiful aquamarine eyes more than make up for it in expression and endless emotion, “My name is Tia Harribel, I believe we have a few things to discuss Deadman Shinigami-san.”