Thread: Under Siege in Mitoua City

Gemu sat against a bench in the centre of the clock tower.
He yawned slowly, glancing at his nails.
It was 10.30am, more or less.
People started to flood into the market, slowly, then faster.
"Oh good. Market rush."
He rolled his eyes.
"Hurry up you fools."
A poster of the town's chief magistrate beckoning for heroes flapped in the breeze.
Gemu Masuta sighed carefully, crossing his legs.

"I am Christian Weston Chandler, TRUE and HONEST creator of Sonichu! This is my story and nothing else!" Chris said, handing Gemu a poorly drawn comic book about him and some sort of electric hedgehog called a Sonichu.

Lavender Blue stood at her post, bored and lonely. Being a police officer, there wasn't much she had to do, and her skill at swordfighting had had no use so far.

Gemu glanced up at Christian under the short visor of his helm.
"The opium den's out, right?"
He said boredly.
He stood up.
"Or you happen to be crazy enough to defend this place."
Gemu gestured aimlessly around the market square.

"I am the TRUE and HONEST creator of Sonichu! You wish you were me, you gosh-darned dirty Schneider!" Christian yelled at Gemu. He was jumping up and down, his copious rolls of pudge bouncing, at once both disgusting and hypnotic, like a lava lamp full of something horrible.