Calling this a rampage did not do it justice. By sheer comparison, a rampages might be considered sedate, serene, peaceful. Before him was anarchy. Untamed spirits attacking anything in sight in an effort to protect the pretty young ghost sweeper bawling in the middle of the street over a tiny paper cut. This was chaos given hallucinogens and let off the leash; this was anarchy, uncontrollable disorder and disarray. A destructive tornado with an angel sobbing and wailing in the middle.
Then again, maybe his mind was exaggerating it all because he knew he would have to get involved in this mess. Funny thing too. Not only was it the tactically sound move but…
“If you can’t do something smart,” he said, running a finger down his forehead for good luck, “do something right.”
Which is why he chose to defy every single self-preservation instinct he could feel, every rational thought telling him how bad an idea this was, and chose to duck his head and charge straight into the melee with naught but a half-baked plan of action.
It took him about two seconds to confirm that, although he was technically doing the right thing, it sure as hell didn't feel like it. Even a little. One spirit began with a wild kick to the face, which sent him right into the waiting tentacles of another. It tossed him around like a ragdoll for about half a minute, then inexplicably dropped him right on his feet in front of Meiko. Jim wobbled in place for thirty seconds while Meiko sniffed and stared at him through tear-filled eyes.
“Hi!” he greeted. Jim seized his lapels, shook himself back into a more reasonable appearance, lowered his voice and stuck out a hand. “Have a bandaid. I go sleep now.”
Mission accomplished, Jim turned around, swung out his leg as if taking a step, then fell back onto something warm, soft and comforting.
<i>“Note to self,”</i> he thought. The last thing he saw was Meiko’s tear-stained face leaning over him. Not a terrible sight to lose consciousness to, but even so. <i>“Punch Rick in the face next time I see the bastard.”</i>
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For most people, their key personality problems are maintained by being utterly oblivious. They do not see the problem, therefore they cannot fix it. That is quite obnoxious, is it not? On the other hand, it really is so much worse when you do know exactly what that problem is, but can’t do anything about it. That is the position Meiko was in every day. She knew she panicked easily. She knew it caused her spirits to run wild. But she couldn’t help herself.
Which meant people running away in fright. It meant hurting people without meaning to. Meiko looked at the bandaid on her finger (which she didn’t yet realise was charged with mental energy) and at the man who gave it to her. His head was resting on her lap, and oh dear! What should she do now?
A doctor. She should probably get him to a doctor. Right? Yes, yes, that was the best thing to do in a situation like this. Oh, but what if his injuries were worse than they looked? What if this handsome, brave stranger was in too critical a condition for her to move safely?
Of course, Meiko did go through a first aid course some time ago. She hated doing it at the time, but now she was starting to wish she’d paid more attention. Let’s see. The first responder (herself) should start by… Checking the injuries? Wasn’t that right? She ran a hand through his hair and around his head. No blood, which was good because that might set her screaming again. Stay calm, Meiko! Stay calm!
In spite of herself, she let out a tiny whimper. That alone was enough for a spirit to briefly manifest, and all of a sudden there was a great big tear all the way down the stranger’s fancy shirt. Meiko was so dismayed by this that she didn’t even notice the strange pulsing sensation on her finger where the bandaid was, save for deliberately dismissing it as a consequence of her own body’s natural healing process.
Hentai energy is a rather potent force capable of many things. For those that pay attention to a world’s mechanics and have sufficient power and experience, they can accomplish all sorts of miracles. Within a comedic setting, for example, they can “just so happen” to have a small and helpful item that they did not have with them a few minutes previously. An item which is infused with perverted energies, and will directly promote people that use it into thinking thoughts they might not normally think, or do things they might not normally do.
Of course, this is not typically as effective a tactic as one might expect. A stubborn person, or an outright prude or introvert would completely reject the effect, and in so doing gain a sort of immunity to the effects of other, more potent hentai techniques. Sort of like how an immune system might fight off a vaccination comprised of dead or weakened viruses.
On the other hand, there were two other factors in play just now that Meiko was completely oblivious to as she gently slid the remnants of the shirt aside to ensure that the helpful stranger was not in any way hurt. By putting the bandaid on her paper cut, she was directly infusing its hentai influence into her bloodstream. The second aspect was her own personality, which can be quite easily described as “weak willed” on a good day. The first part overrode her shyness, while the second part gave the hentai boost a little bit more of a kick.
“These muscles…” Meiko whispered, running her hands over his torso. “He must work out a lot… Hm? Strange. I thought I saw a bruise over there, but - It must have been my imagination.”
And then of course there are the healing properties of hentai energy. Though a hentai master cannot heal themselves directly, if they are in direct physical contact with someone thinking naughty thoughts about them they can unconsciously draw upon that power to heal their own injuries.
By now Meiko was just a little bit… Flushed. “His injuries seem superficial,” she said, fanning herself with her hand. “Um… I think I was supposed to check the airways next to make sure he’s breathing properly?”
Of course, there was a third factor at work just now that was not mentioned previously because it might be a trifle too obvious. Were there anyone nearby not scared off by her rampaging pets, then that passerby would’ve seen something in Meiko’s eyes, now empty of tears and full of something else. Consider: When she had first lost control over her pet spirits, only Mikami had been able to calm her down. The result? Mikami was her bestest best friend! But now, a complete stranger with no apparent special abilities had selflessly tossed himself into harm’s way for the simple act of giving her a bandaid.
Even if there wasn’t any trace of hentai influence working its way throughout her body, Meiko Rokudo would currently be feeling the lingering touches of love at first sight. Cliche? Perhaps. Trite? Certainly! But Meiko was a bit of a sap like that. So much so that under the pretense of checking his airways she pressed her lips against his…
And then blew into his mouth as hard as she could. Rather like if she was trying to inflate a balloon. Needless to say, the effect was not quite what she intended.
“Gah!” the stranger gasped, pulling away from Meiko and gasping heavily for air. “I’m awake! I’m awake!”
“Oh, good!” Meiko said. “That’s such a relief. I thought you might have been hurt.”
“I was,” the stranger said, immediately regaining his cool composure. “Every moment before I saw your face, I was hurting and didn’t know why. Please, call me Jim. It is a delight to make your acquaintance.”
- As Jim’s influence spreads over her, Meiko’s spirits transform into more lewd forms.
- Jim accidentally triggers another rampage while talking with her.
- Another character interrupts their conversation before it can go anywhere.
- Meanwhile, Mikami and Yokoshima…
- Actually, how about Rick and Emi?
- Something else
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