On the last episode of Senshi Muyou...

Fushin gave the generals' retreating backs a puzzled glance, then turned his 
attentions to Yuriko.  He rolled her onto her back and took her helmet off. Her 
eyes fluttered as he did so.

"Fushin?" she asked.  "Where am I?  What happened?  And...why are you wearing 
that ridiculous outfit?"

"Ah.  Oh.  Er.  Well, you see..."

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SENSHI MUYOU! 

Episode 23 - Calling Cards
This part by Aaron Woods
 
Original concept by Mervyn the Wonder Slug

Hosted by Indie Madnesse
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Yuriko tried to sit up, and just then noticed how heavy she felt.  "Wait a 
minute," she said as she looked down at her armor.  "Why am I wearing this 
ridiculous outfit?!"

"Well, that is..." Fushin continued to stammer.

Carlisle, Whittington, and company made their way into the mall, picking their 
way over the fallen rubble from the ceiling.  They approached the huddled forms 
of Fushin and Yuriko in time to hear Yuriko say in puzzled tones, "a sentai 
show?"

"Er, yes, exactly," Fushin said.

"But why is there all this smoke?" she asked.  "Why does my head hurt?  And what 
are YOU doing in a sentai show?"

"It's um, boss's orders," blurted Kagi, as the others caught up.  Mindful of the 
surprised stares they sent at him, he continued.  "Fushin's, um, supervisor 
thought he needed to get out of the office for a while, and he thought this 
might be good advertising for Amalgamated Amalgamation, to have an employee as a 
volunteer, I mean..."  He then started taking intense interest in his shoes, 
judging by the direction of his gaze.

"I guess that makes sense..." Yuriko said uncertainly.  "But what about the 
smoke, and my head?"

Meryl stepped in this time.  "Something must have gone wrong with the 
pyrotechnic display.  You probably got knocked down while everyone was rushing 
from the building."

"So that's what happened..." Yuriko murmured.  "Um, Fushin" she said, blushing 
slightly, "thanks for staying...for making sure I was ok..."

"Of course!" Fushin replied.  "As a fellow employee of Amalgamated Amalgamation, 
Inc., it's my duty to see to your welfare."

Everyone else sweatdropped.

Fushin and Kagi helped Yuriko up, then Fushin, pleading a call of nature, 
slipped off to find a place to tranform back.

"Wai!" wai'ed Yuriko, when she stopped wobbling and actually focused on the 
others.  "You brought the kitty!"  She knelt to pet Whittington, who obligingly 
rubbed against her.  Meanwhile, Carlisle moved to speak to Fushin, who had just 
returned.

"You'd better get her home," said Carlisle.  "We'll take care of things here.  
Watch her though, and let me know if you notice anything unusual."

"Um, right," said Fushin.  "Do you know why she, well..." he trailed off, waving 
at the wreckage around them.

"Not for sure, but I've got a few suspicions," she replied.  "Now get her out of 
here-Whittington's enjoying himself too much."

Fushin stepped over to Yuriko.  "We'd probably better, um, get you home.  To get 
you something for your headache, I mean."

"Er, right," said Yuriko, still blushing.  "It was nice meeting all of you!"  
The two of them headed towards the doors then, Yuriko clanking slightly.

"Well?" said Carlisle to Whittington, once the two made it out the door.  "Did 
you notice anything, or were you too distracted to check?"

"Of course," replied Whittington.  He started cleaning a paw innocently.  "There 
was magic on her, all right, although the scent was fading by the time I caught 
it."  "Probably mind control, but I didn't recognize it."

"Hmm..." murmured Carlisle, as she scanned her surroundings.  Her eyes narrowed 
when she noticed Yuriko's sword.  "Kagi, grab that, will you?  I'd like to 
examine it back at the house."  While Kagi picked up the sword, her ears and 
Whittington's perked up slightly.  "Let's get out of here people, I think I hear 
sirens."

The group headed back out to the car then, Sachiko muttering, "shameless 
hussy..."

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Fushin and Yuriko's trip back to Yuriko's apartment was uneventful, at least as 
far as Fushin was concerned.  He was oblivious to the stares and giggles, only 
aware of Yuriko's uncomfortably tight grip on his left arm.  He had offered it 
to her for support at first, since her current stumbling gait was far different 
from the way she moved during the fight earlier.  The moment they left the mall, 
however, Yuriko seized his arm in a deathgrip.  He was fairly positive that his 
arm was numb below the shoulder.  Yuriko, meanwhile, alternately wondered where 
Fushin had put his armor and savored the fact that he was walking her home.

When they arrived at Yuriko's apartment door, someone was waiting for them.  The 
man could have been taken straight out of a men's fashion magazine.  His suit 
was tasteful, yet striking, his hair would withstand anything short of an 
antitank weapon, and Fushin almost heard an audible *ting* when the stranger 
flashed a glaringly white smile.

"Hi there!" the stranger greeted them.  "The name's Yamashita.  I saw your show 
in the mall today-very impressive!  The choreography for that fight scene-
amazing!  It truly looked like you two were trying to eviscerate each other."  
Fushin sweatdropped nervously.  "The pyrotechnics too-your effects people are 
really something special!"

"Um, thank you," Fushin replied nervously.

"I represent a number of local performers, and I think you guys have something 
really special.  Some of the local stations have been looking for some way to 
compete with those youmawhatsits, and I think you guys may have exactly what it 
takes.  Now, I know what you're thinking - ME?!  On TV?!  Don't scoff at it so 
quickly though.  As a matter of fact, think it over for a few days.  Here's my 
card."  Yamashita handed a card to both Fushin and Yuriko, then continued before 
the bewildered pair could get a word in edgewise.  "Give me a call when you make 
your decision.  I think you'll agree that we have a lot to offer each other.  
Now if you'll excuse me, I'd better head back to the office-give you a chance to 
talk it over in private and all.  I'll be talking to you later, I'm sure."

He flashed them another blinding smile (*ting*) and then headed down the stairs 
to the parking lot.  As a black sedan pulled out to the street, Fushin looked 
down at the business card in his hand.  It was plain white, emblazoned with a 
phone number and the following black text:

	Yamashita

	Agent

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Author's notes:

Well, that's it.  Short, but hopefully fairly coherent.  I'm aware that I need 
work *cough* *cough* at writing dialogue, but hopefully it wasn't too bad.  Best 
of all, I resisted the urge to give spontaneous powerups! Wai! ^_^ I figured it 
would be reasonable for Whittington and Carlisle, as magical advisors and all, 
to have some rudimentary ability to sense magic-I hope I'm not out of line.  As 
for the Agent-I know that joke has been done already by far better writers, but 
I couldn't resist just one reference.  At this point he's just the mundane 
showbiz type, what he is later is out of my hands.  I figured the activities of 
our intrepid office crusaders wouldn't go completely without notice, after all.  
And yes, I do like the word eviscerate-almost as good as defenestrate...