[ As a heads up, Mutsumi's prompts contain substantial spoilers for Ave Mujica -the Die Is Cast-, which has only recently finished airing. ]
i. please help me i am being cyberbullied Nautis to Nova Mortis! Nautis to Nova Mortis! SOS! SOS! I’m picking up bad vibes from the shopping district downtown! My sensors tell me the enemy is about to unleash a life-draining monster on those poor unsuspecting shoppers. Time to go supernova and save the day! Just to make sure you saw the previous message: there are people in danger and they need your help, Nova Mortis! Can you give me your ETA? Just checking to see if you’ve left yet! Send me a message just to let me know you saw this, OK? You could at least turn read receipts on if you’re not going to reply, you know. You’re not ignoring my messages, are you? You’re not ignoring my messages, are you? You’re not ignoring my messages, are you?
The nonstop buzzing of Mutsumi’s phone on her desk is getting really conspicuous. She’d taken it out of her bag just to see who it was, and that had been a mistake. Trying to put her phone back in her bag would only draw more attention to herself, but a bunch of her classmates are already noticing. Mutsumi closes her flip phone and tries covering it with both hands. All it does is kind of muffle the buzzing.
Mutsumi’s eyes dart nervously around the classroom, seeking eye contact with someone she knows. She knows there’s someone out there who needs their help, but she needs help finding an excuse to get out of class right now before the teacher realizes her phone is blowing up like it’s 2299.
ii-a. a different kind of beat (mutsumi) A small crowd of innocent bystanders is being menaced by a crowd of groove ghosts, conducted by what looks like a giant bee in an acid yellow zoot suit. He moonwalks back and forth in front of his hostages with a taunting grin.
“Sure, I’ll let these folks go…if you can prove your moves worthy!”
The shopping center speakers are suddenly blasting energetic jazz. Huh? They have to dance to beat this monster? Mutsumi might take ballet lessons, but that’s another matter entirely. Even masked up as Nova Mortis, the idea of dancing like this makes her break out in a cold sweat. Instead she takes a breath, steps back, and starts to pick out a hypnotic riff on her guitar.
“Melos mortis.”
Her magic will probably only slow the dancing monster down, but more importantly, it’s drowning out the music from the speakers. Hopefully this will make it a little easier for her fellow Nova Knight to match the monster’s moves. Or they could take it as an opportunity to tag team pummeling this guy until he leaves.
ii-b. let’s dance! (mortis) A small crowd of innocent bystanders is being menaced by a crowd of groove ghosts, conducted by what looks like a giant bee in an acid yellow zoot suit. He moonwalks back and forth in front of his hostages with a taunting grin.
Nova Mortis stamps a one foot on the ground and points at the Soft Shoe Stinger, her frown almost a pout.
"You let those people go! You can't just kidnap people and make them dance for you!"
The monster lets out a nasty snicker. “Sure, I’ll let these folks go…if you can prove your moves worthy!”
"Huh? You want us to dance?" A smile replaces her blank confusion, and she claps her hands together. "That's all? That sounds pretty easy! Right?"
The Nova Mortis standing next to you seems different from when you've fought together before. Where she was once reticent and uncertain, now she's weirdly carefree and a little childish. And...wait, where did her guitar go, and why is she holding instead a doll that kind of looks like her?
Mutsumi Wakaba / Nova Mortis | BanG Dream! (Ave Mujica -the Die Is Cast-)
i. please help me i am being cyberbullied
Nautis to Nova Mortis! Nautis to Nova Mortis! SOS! SOS!
I’m picking up bad vibes from the shopping district downtown! My sensors tell me the enemy is about to unleash a life-draining monster on those poor unsuspecting shoppers. Time to go supernova and save the day!
Just to make sure you saw the previous message: there are people in danger and they need your help, Nova Mortis!
Can you give me your ETA?
Just checking to see if you’ve left yet!
Send me a message just to let me know you saw this, OK?
You could at least turn read receipts on if you’re not going to reply, you know.
You’re not ignoring my messages, are you?
You’re not ignoring my messages, are you?
You’re not ignoring my messages, are you?
The nonstop buzzing of Mutsumi’s phone on her desk is getting really conspicuous. She’d taken it out of her bag just to see who it was, and that had been a mistake. Trying to put her phone back in her bag would only draw more attention to herself, but a bunch of her classmates are already noticing. Mutsumi closes her flip phone and tries covering it with both hands. All it does is kind of muffle the buzzing.
Mutsumi’s eyes dart nervously around the classroom, seeking eye contact with someone she knows. She knows there’s someone out there who needs their help, but she needs help finding an excuse to get out of class right now before the teacher realizes her phone is blowing up like it’s 2299.
ii-a. a different kind of beat (mutsumi)
A small crowd of innocent bystanders is being menaced by a crowd of groove ghosts, conducted by what looks like a giant bee in an acid yellow zoot suit. He moonwalks back and forth in front of his hostages with a taunting grin.
“Sure, I’ll let these folks go…if you can prove your moves worthy!”
The shopping center speakers are suddenly blasting energetic jazz. Huh? They have to dance to beat this monster? Mutsumi might take ballet lessons, but that’s another matter entirely. Even masked up as Nova Mortis, the idea of dancing like this makes her break out in a cold sweat. Instead she takes a breath, steps back, and starts to pick out a hypnotic riff on her guitar.
“Melos mortis.”
Her magic will probably only slow the dancing monster down, but more importantly, it’s drowning out the music from the speakers. Hopefully this will make it a little easier for her fellow Nova Knight to match the monster’s moves. Or they could take it as an opportunity to tag team pummeling this guy until he leaves.
ii-b. let’s dance! (mortis)
A small crowd of innocent bystanders is being menaced by a crowd of groove ghosts, conducted by what looks like a giant bee in an acid yellow zoot suit. He moonwalks back and forth in front of his hostages with a taunting grin.
Nova Mortis stamps a one foot on the ground and points at the Soft Shoe Stinger, her frown almost a pout.
"You let those people go! You can't just kidnap people and make them dance for you!"
The monster lets out a nasty snicker. “Sure, I’ll let these folks go…if you can prove your moves worthy!”
"Huh? You want us to dance?" A smile replaces her blank confusion, and she claps her hands together. "That's all? That sounds pretty easy! Right?"
The Nova Mortis standing next to you seems different from when you've fought together before. Where she was once reticent and uncertain, now she's weirdly carefree and a little childish. And...wait, where did her guitar go, and why is she holding instead a doll that kind of looks like her?
iii. wildcard