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 SENSHI MUYOU!

 Omake - Blade Beauties, Sanjo!
 By Sybillium
 
 Original concept by Mervyn the Wonder Slug (c) 1999

 Hosted by Indie Madnesse
 (http://indiemadnesse.sandwich.net/)
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The Tokyo Museum of Military History had a bustling crowd Saturday afternoon.  Harried
parents and grandparents herded screaming children past the exhibits, students took
notes on pads and laptops, and tourists gawked and took pictures.  Amidst the many
relics of death and carnage, good wholesome fun was had by all.  The forces of
darkness hate that stuff, which was why it should have come as a surprise to few when
a rack of weapons shimmered and morphed into a female form, with a shout of "Bushiko!"

The youma shouted "Bushiko!" once more (since the vocabulary of your average youma 
consists of only its own name) and lashed out with a series of chain and rope weapons
at the stunned bystanders.  As the entangled victims fell one by one, the rest of the
crowd fled in terror, sending screams and hurried footsteps echoing down the halls.

The youma was draining the last bit of energy out of her few remaining victims (slurp)
when a white and silver blur dashed across her field of view, cleanly severing the
chains with a spinning polearm.

"Hinako-chan..." whined a voice from the doorway.  "We're supposed to give the speech 
first!"

"Oh, you know it doesn't matter, Hatchet!" replied the girl clad in the white armored 
fuku.  She circled the youma slowly, her weapon in guard position.  "Even if she does
understand you, she certainly doesn't care-and call me Sailor Glaive-Guisarme, darn
it!"

"But that's so hard to pronounce..." whined Sailor Hatchet, pouting cutely.

"Just say the speech already, Hatchet" said the third girl in a bored tone, as she  
leaned against the doorframe with a gleaming stilleto in each hand.

"Wai!  Okay, Sailor Stilleto!" Sailor Hatchet wai'ed.  She turned to the confused
looking youma and began.  "How dare you pervert the glory of war, which should bring
people together through massive suffering and bloodshed!  We are the Blade Beauties,
and you have invoked our wrath!  You will not survive!" she shouted, and powerposed.

"Now can we eviscerate her?" asked an annoyed Sailor Glaive-Guisarme.

"Wai!  Evisceration!" wai'ed Sailor Hatchet, as she bounced in and began to carve
large gushing wounds into the screaming youma.

"About darn time..." muttered Sailor Stilleto.  Then she dashed in to help her two
comrades.

As pained screams, battle cries, and rather disturbing giggles began to echo
throughout the room, two huddled figures watched from the the doorway and shuddered
occasionally.  The black one turned to face the grey one.  "Now whose idea was it to
recruit from the local medieval battling club again?" asked Carlisle sarcastically.

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author's notes:

I just kept thinking of that scene from one of the earlier chapters and I couldn't
leave it alone.  I was always wondering-why did they consider the Blade Beauties thing
a fiasco?