The automatic doors of the Hololive EN building slid open with their usual gentle whoosh, admitting the four members of Hololive Justice back from what had been, by all accounts, a delightfully normal afternoon stream. The kind of stream that reminded everyone why they loved doing this job in the first place—just four friends, some outdoor shopping, good conversation, and the simple pleasure of sharing it all with their fans.
Gigi Murin led the way through the entrance, her arms absolutely buried in plushies. A Bubba plushie peeked out from under her left arm, a limited-edition Yagoo plushie was clutched protectively to her chest, and what appeared to be at least seven different mascot characters from various anime were threatening to spill from her overstuffed shopping bags. Her signature gremlin grin was plastered across her face as she navigated the doorway sideways to accommodate her haul.
"I'm just saying," Cecilia Immergreen continued their earlier conversation, gracefully stepping through the entrance with a to-go cup of Earl Grey tea held delicately in one hand and a single, tastefully selected shopping bag in the other, "that if we're going to have a cooking stream, we should at least pretend to have some semblance of organization."
"ORGANIZZAZIONE?!" Raora Panthera's voice echoed through the entrance hall, her Italian accent thickening with her exasperation as she gestured wildly with her free hand, the other clutching bags of art supplies she'd picked up from a local craft store. "Cecilia, l'ultima volta you tried to 'organize' the kitchen, we couldn't find the pasta for THREE DAYS! TRE GIORNI!"
"Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree~" Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame sang cheerfully, completely ignoring the brewing argument as she waltzed through the doors, grocery bags swinging from her arms in time with her impromptu performance. Her voice carried that distinctly theatrical quality that made even the most absurd song sound like it belonged in a grand opera. "Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee~"
"That's not even the right lyrics anymore, Liz," Gigi called over her shoulder, readjusting her grip on a plushie that was threatening to make a break for freedom.
"I've been singing it for three hours straight, Gigi. The lyrics are whatever I want them to be at this point," Elizabeth replied with the serene confidence of someone who had transcended the mortal constraints of musical accuracy.
A group of Deadbeats—the skeletal office workers that seemed to perpetually haunt the Hololive EN building's administrative floors—shuffled past them in the entrance hall. They were dressed in impeccable business attire, briefcases in their bony hands, and they nodded politely to the Justice members.
"Evening, ladies," one of them said in that peculiar hollow voice Deadbeats had, tipping an imaginary hat.
"Buonasera!" Raora called back, her irritation melting into warmth. The Deadbeats were good people. Well, good skeletons. The distinction was important.
"Good evening!" Cecilia added with a smile, raising her tea cup in a small salute.
Gigi gave them a two-fingered salute that would have been more impressive if she wasn't simultaneously trying to prevent a Bubba plushie from hitting the floor, and Elizabeth simply continued her song, now adding in a little dance move that the Deadbeats seemed to appreciate, one of them attempting to mimic it as they shuffled toward the exit.
The four members of Justice moved deeper into the building, their laughter and chatter filling the hallway. Raora was now explaining in rapid-fire Italian-accented English about a new art technique she wanted to try, while Cecilia nodded along with that particular expression of polite interest that suggested she understood perhaps thirty percent of what was being said. Gigi was examining her plushies with the intensity of a general reviewing troops, and Elizabeth had moved on to humming "Agadoo" since her throat was finally starting to feel the strain of three hours of continuous performance.
They rounded the corner toward the main lobby area, each of them already mentally planning what they'd do with the rest of their evening. Maybe play some games, maybe watch some streams, maybe just relax and—
They stopped.
All four of them, frozen in the doorway to the lobby like they'd collectively walked into an invisible wall.
The scene before them was, in a word, apocalyptic.
"Mamma mia," Raora whispered, her art supply bags slipping from nerveless fingers.
The lobby of the Hololive EN building, which that morning had been a perfectly normal, peaceful common area with comfortable couches, a kitchenette, and tasteful decorations, had been transformed into what could only be described as a multiversal battle royale.
Front and center, impossible to miss, were Gawr Gura and Koseki Bijou, and they were very much trying to kill each other.
Gura was encased in what appeared to be a fully functional Iron Man suit, though instead of the classic red and gold, this one was done up in her signature blue and white color scheme. The arc reactor in the chest glowed with an eerie blue light that matched her eyes, and her repulsor gloves were crackling with energy. Her helmet was currently retracted, revealing her face twisted in concentration and battle-fury.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!" Gura screamed, unleashing a barrage of rapid-fire punches that would have made any Stand user proud. Her armored fists were moving in a blur, each impact against Bijou's defense creating small shockwaves that rattled the furniture.
Bijou, for her part, was decked out in what was unmistakably a Kamen Rider suit, all sharp angles and crystalline design elements that caught the light with every movement. The suit was predominantly stone-gray with veins of pink crystal running through it like geological formations come to life. Her helmet had a distinctive gem-like visor that gleamed menacingly.
"MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!" Bijou countered, her own flurry of strikes meeting Gura's blow for blow. Sparks flew where armored fist met armored fist, and the sound of metal on crystal rang through the lobby like a bizarre percussion performance.
"Is... is no one going to stop them?" Cecilia asked faintly, taking an involuntary sip of her tea despite the absolute chaos unfolding before her.
That's when they noticed Hakos Baelz, casually reclined on the one couch that hadn't yet been destroyed in the crossfire, a massive bowl of popcorn balanced on her lap. She was watching the fighting with the rapt attention of someone enjoying a particularly good movie, occasionally tossing a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
"Oh hey, Justice!" Bae called out without taking her eyes off the fight. "You're back! How was the stream? OOH, nice hit Gura!"
"Bae, what the actual—" Gigi started, but she was cut off by an explosion from the other side of the lobby.
Takanashi Kiara and Nerissa Ravencroft were engaged in their own battle, and this one had apparently escalated to the realm of anime physics. Both of them were surrounded by visible auras of energy—Kiara's a brilliant orange and gold that flickered like flames, Nerissa's a deep purple that seemed to pulse with dark energy.
"GRILLED FISH IS THE SUPERIOR AFTERNOON SNACK!" Kiara screamed, her hands cupped at her side before she thrust them forward, launching a massive ball of chi energy directly at Nerissa.
"YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT AFTERNOON TEA WITH SCONES IS THE OBJECTIVELY CORRECT CHOICE!" Nerissa howled back, her own hands moving in a complex pattern before she countered with a beam of her own energy.
The two attacks met in the middle of the lobby with a tremendous crash, energy spiraling outward in a dazzling display that would have been beautiful if it wasn't actively destroying the light fixtures.
"They've been at this for forty-five minutes," Bae provided helpfully, crunching on more popcorn. "Started as a normal conversation and just kept escalating. It's been great."
"This is not great, Bae! This is—WHAT IS THAT?!" Raora's voice cracked as she pointed upward.
In the center of the lobby, serving as an eye to this storm of absolute insanity, stood Ninomae Ina'nis. The priestess was standing perfectly still, her usual calm expression on her face, but her tentacles were fully manifested and writhing around her like a dark halo. Her eyes were glowing with that distinctive eldritch light that suggested she was channeling something beyond mortal comprehension.
For a moment, Justice thought that maybe, just maybe, Ina was going to be the voice of reason. The calm in the storm. The one person who would put an end to this madness.
Then Ina raised both hands to the sky and screamed at the top of her lungs: "GUNDAM UNICORN!"
Reality rippled.
The ceiling of the lobby didn't explode so much as it simply ceased to exist in that location, reality politely stepping aside to make room for what came next. Descending from above, wreathed in purple energy that crackled with eldritch power, was an honest-to-goodness Gundam. But this wasn't any ordinary Gundam—it had been modified, corrupted, transformed into something that bore Ina's distinctive aesthetic. Where the original Unicorn was white, this one was deep purple and black. The psycho-frame that should have glowed green instead pulsed with the same eldritch energy that surrounded Ina herself. Tentacles—because of course there were tentacles—writhed from various points on the mech's body like living weapons.
The Gundam lowered itself, and a cockpit opened in the chest. Ina levitated up into it with the grace of someone who had done this a thousand times before, which raised so many questions that Justice didn't even know where to begin.
"WAH!" Ina's voice, now amplified through the Gundam's speakers, echoed through the lobby. The mech raised its beam rifle, which crackled with purple energy.
"AWOOOO!" Two voices howled in unison from across the lobby.
Justice's heads snapped to the source of the sound, and they immediately wished they hadn't.
Fuwawa and Mococo, the twin demons of Hololive Advent, had apparently decided that their normal forms weren't sufficient for whatever argument they'd gotten into with Ina. Both of them were on their phones—or they had been, before the devices had shattered from the sheer energy radiating from them. Now they stood side by side, but they weren't quite themselves anymore.
They had transformed into what could only be described as if someone had taken Ultraman and said "but what if it was a wolf girl?" The result was two massive, gleaming figures that towered nearly as tall as Ina's corrupted Gundam. Their usual fluffy aesthetic had been replaced with sleek, powerful forms that crackled with silver and blue energy. Their eyes glowed with that distinctive Ultraman intensity, and their howls carried a harmonic resonance that rattled the windows.
"FUWAWA BEAM!" the pink-tinted one shouted, crossing her arms in front of her before unleashing a massive beam of energy from her hands.
"MOCOCO BLAST!" the blue-tinted one added, firing her own attack from a different angle.
Ina's Gundam responded by deploying an I-field barrier, the purple energy screen absorbing the attacks while she returned fire with her beam rifle. The lobby was now a light show of purple, silver, and blue energy that was doing terrible things to everyone's retinas.
"I'm just... I'm going to set these down," Cecilia said faintly, placing her tea and shopping bag on the floor with the careful precision of someone in shock. "I'm going to set these down and then I'm going to need someone to explain how we got here."
"Don't look at me," a tired voice said from floor level.
Justice looked down to discover Mori Calliope, the reaper herself, sprawled on her back on the floor in a pose that suggested she had given up on life, death, and everything in between. Her pink hair was spread around her like a halo, and she was staring at the ceiling—or what remained of it—with the thousand-yard stare of someone who had seen too much.
"Calli? Are you okay?" Gigi asked, crouching down beside her but keeping a careful grip on her plushies.
"Define 'okay,'" Calli replied without moving. "Because if 'okay' means 'watching all my friends destroy the building we work in while I'm powerless to stop it because I already tried and it didn't work and now I'm just waiting for it to be over,' then yeah, I'm super okay."
"Fauna!" Raora spotted the green-haired druid on the other side of the lobby and started to move toward her, hoping for some support, some sanity, some—
She stopped when she got a better look at Fauna.
The usually vibrant and energetic nature-themed idol was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, and her leaves—the beautiful foliage that was part of her very being—were wilting dramatically. They drooped from her hair and clothing like plants that hadn't been watered in weeks, and Fauna herself looked like she'd aged several years in the span of a single afternoon.
"Fauna? What happened to you?" Raora asked gently, kneeling beside her.
"I tried to restore the plants," Fauna said in a hollow voice, gesturing vaguely at the lobby. "They destroyed my ferns. All of them. I tried to grow them back. They destroyed them again. I grew them back again. They destroyed them again. I can't... I can't keep up with the destruction. My babies..." A single tear rolled down her cheek.
"There, there," Raora said awkwardly, patting Fauna's shoulder while trying not to get hit by a stray chi blast from Kiara and Nerissa's ongoing food fight.
"Um, girls?" Elizabeth's voice cut through the chaos, and it had that particular quality that made everyone stop and listen. Well, everyone except the people actively trying to kill each other. "Is that... is Sana sleeping?"
They all looked up.
Floating in the middle of the lobby, suspended in the air like she was in zero gravity, was Tsukumo Sana. The cosmic being was curled up in a fetal position, her eyes closed, and she was quite clearly fast asleep despite the fact that she was surrounded by explosions, energy blasts, and at least three different genre-defining battles.
"How is she sleeping through this?" Cecilia asked, her voice strangled.
"Sana could sleep through the heat death of the universe," Calli supplied from her position on the floor. "We've tested it. Nothing wakes her up when she decides it's naptime."
"AGADOO-DOO-DOO, PUSH PINEAPPLE, SHAKE THE TREE~" Elizabeth started singing again, because apparently, chaos was her natural habitat and she was just vibing with it.
"Liz, please, not now," Gigi pleaded.
"The song sustains me, Gigi. It's the only thing that makes sense anymore," Elizabeth replied, continuing to hum as she surveyed the battlefield that used to be their lobby.
"Where's Kronii?" Cecilia asked suddenly. "Shouldn't the Warden of Time be doing something about this?"
They looked around the lobby, searching for the distinctive blue hair and clock motifs that marked Ouro Kronii. She was nowhere to be seen among the combatants, the casualties, or the spectators.
Then Raora, scanning the room, happened to glance out one of the windows that hadn't yet been shattered by stray fire.
"Uh, ragazze? I found Kronii."
They all rushed to the window, pressing their faces against the glass.
There, approximately fifty miles away—clearly visible because Kronii had apparently decided that distance was just a suggestion—was the Warden of Time herself. She was reclining on a beach chair on what appeared to be a perfect tropical beach, a coconut with a little umbrella in it held in one hand. She was wearing a designer bikini and massive sunglasses that screamed 'not my problem.' As they watched, she took a sip from her coconut, crossed her legs, and deliberately turned away from the direction of the building.
"She just... left?" Gigi said incredulously.
"Can't say I blame her," Calli muttered from the floor.
"Where's Mumei?" Elizabeth asked. "Maybe she can help?"
Raora pointed to one of the doors leading out of the lobby. Taped to it was a piece of paper with childish handwriting that read: "GONE FISHING :D" with a little doodle of a happy owl holding a fishing rod.
"Of course she is," Cecilia sighed, taking another sip of her tea because what else was she going to do at this point?
That's when the energy in the room shifted.
Everyone who was still conscious and not actively fighting felt it—a pressure in the air, a building of power that made their hair stand on end. They all turned to the center of the lobby where IRyS stood.
The Nephilim had been silent up until now, standing in the eye of the storm with her eyes closed as if meditating. But now those eyes snapped open, glowing with brilliant light. Her wings manifested, spreading wide and casting radiant and dark shadows in equal measure. She raised both hands to the sky, and her voice rang out with the full power of her being.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"
The floor beneath her cracked, energy radiating outward in waves. Above her, reality distorted once again, but this time it was to make way for something different.
Three massive mechanical forms descended through the hole in the ceiling that Ina's Gundam had made. A Raven Zord, sleek and black with purple highlights, its wings spread wide. A Dolphin Zord, streamlined and powerful, colored in blues and whites. And finally, a Lion Zord, majestic and terrible, radiating authority with its golden and red color scheme.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Bae said, but even she had stopped eating popcorn to watch this.
The three Zords began to transform, combining with the fluid grace of machines that had done this countless times. The Lion Zord split and reformed, becoming a torso and head that roared with mechanical fury. The Dolphin Zord split down the middle, each half reconfiguring into powerful legs that locked into place with resounding clangs. The Raven Zord attached to the back, its wings spreading out to become flight systems and weapon platforms.
The completed Megazord stood at full height, towering over even Ina's corrupted Gundam and the Ultraman-ified Fuwamoco. A cockpit opened in the chest of the Lion Zord head, and IRyS flew up into it. As she entered, light and darkness swirled around her, and suddenly she was wearing a full Power Ranger suit—a unique design that blended the classic Ranger aesthetic with her Nephilim nature, half radiant white and half deep purple.
"THIS ENDS NOW!" IRyS's voice boomed from the Megazord's speakers.
The Megazord's weapons systems came online with a series of mechanical whirrs and clicks. Missile pods deployed from the shoulders, beam cannons emerged from the forearms, and the chest began to glow with charging energy.
"IRYS MEGA CANNON, FIRE!"
A devastating barrage launched from the Megazord, missiles and beams painting the lobby in a light show that would have been spectacular if it wasn't actively contributing to the building's destruction.
But the Megazord had chosen its target poorly—or perhaps perfectly, depending on your perspective.
Shiori Novella had been sitting quietly in a corner, reading from her book and occasionally flicking her enchanted quill to send magical missiles at anyone who got too close to her reading spot. She'd been perfectly content to be a peripheral player in this chaos.
Until a stray missile from IRyS's barrage hit her favorite bookmark.
Shiori's head slowly turned toward the Megazord. Her eyes, usually so gentle and kind behind her glasses, now glowed with eldritch power. The book in her hands began to levitate, its pages flipping on their own, and her quill grew to the size of a staff, crackling with arcane energy.
"You... destroyed... my... BOOKMARK!" Shiori's voice echoed with supernatural reverb.
She stood, and the very air around her distorted. The book opened to a page covered in runes that hurt to look at directly, and she began to write in the air with her massive quill. Each stroke left trails of glowing sigils that hung in space, and as she completed her spell, she shouted:
"BARRAGING BOOKMARK BOMBARDMENT!"
Thousands upon thousands of magical missiles materialized in the air around her, each one shaped like a tiny bookmark but glowing with devastating power. With a sweep of her quill, she sent them all launching toward IRyS's Megazord in a stream that looked like a galaxy of angry fireflies.
The Megazord's shields flared to life, absorbing the initial impact, but the sheer number of missiles was overwhelming. IRyS was forced to maneuver, her Megazord taking steps that shook the building's foundation, dodging and weaving while returning fire with her beam cannons.
This, naturally, sent shockwaves through the lobby that knocked over anyone who wasn't already airborne or in a giant mech.
"AGADOO-DOO-DOO~" Elizabeth continued to sing, now swaying with the shockwaves like she was dancing at a concert. She seemed utterly unconcerned with the apocalypse happening around her, lost in her own musical world.
"HOW IS SHE STILL SINGING THAT?" Gigi screamed over the sound of explosions.
"I think she's transcended!" Raora shouted back. "She's reached enlightenment through Agadoo!"
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" Cecilia replied, but she couldn't entirely disagree because Elizabeth did seem to be in some kind of zen state despite the chaos.
That's when they heard it—a high-pitched, manic shrieking that could only belong to one person.
"DODGE! DODGE! GOTTA DODGE!" Amelia Watson burst from behind an overturned couch, her regular six-wheeled revolver gripped in both hands. But the way she was moving, the way she was diving and rolling and sliding across the floor, you'd think she was in the middle of a war zone.
Which, to be fair, she absolutely was.
"AME, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Gigi called out.
"SURVIVING!" Ame shrieked back, firing her revolver wildly in the general direction of... everything. The bullets, somehow, weren't hitting any of her colleagues, but they were definitely hitting other projectiles, deflecting energy blasts, and generally adding to the absolute chaos of the situation. "THIS IS FINE! EVERYTHING IS FINE! I'M FINE!"
She was very clearly not fine.
An explosion went off three feet to her left—a result of one of Kiara's chi blasts hitting one of Nerissa's counters—and Ame screamed again, tucking into a roll that would have made an action movie star proud. She came up firing, her gremlin energy at maximum capacity.
"AME, YOUR GUN IS A REGULAR REVOLVER!" Cecilia shouted. "IT CAN'T HELP AGAINST GIANT MECHS AND CHI BLASTS!"
"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!" Ame screamed back, firing at what appeared to be a particularly aggressive magical missile from Shiori. Somehow, impossibly, the bullet hit the missile and deflected it. "SEE? REGULAR REVOLVER! PERFECTLY ADEQUATE!"
She then immediately had to dive behind a piece of rubble as Gura and Bijou's ongoing "ORA ORA" versus "MUDA MUDA" fight sent a shockwave her way.
Justice stood in the doorway, still holding their shopping bags (except for Raora, who had dropped hers in shock), trying to process the absolute insanity before them.
"So," Gigi said slowly, "should we... do something?"
"Like what?" Cecilia asked. "Do you have a giant mech hidden somewhere?"
"I mean, I've got plushies," Gigi offered weakly, holding up a particularly fierce-looking Bubba plushie. "Maybe I could throw them?"
"This is ridiculous," Raora said, her Italian accent thickening. "We cannot just stand here! The building is being destroyed! Our friends are fighting! We must do something!"
"AGADOO-DOO-DOO, PUSH PINEAPPLE, GRIND COFFEE~" Elizabeth sang, somehow getting even more into her performance despite—or perhaps because of—the chaos.
"Liz, please, we need you to focus!" Cecilia pleaded.
Elizabeth turned to look at her fellow Justice members, and there was a serene smile on her face. "But Cecilia, I am focused. I'm focused on the only truth that matters in this world of chaos and madness." She spread her arms wide, as if to embrace the entire apocalyptic scene before them. "And that truth is Agadoo."
"She's lost it," Gigi said.
"Haven't we all?" Calli called from the floor, still not having moved from her position of utter defeat.
As if to punctuate this statement, Ina's corrupted Gundam unleashed a massive beam cannon blast that was intercepted by Fuwamoco's combined "TWIN DEMON BARRIER!" technique, creating a dome of silver energy that held against the eldritch assault. IRyS's Megazord took advantage of the distraction to charge up her finisher, the chest cannon glowing brighter and brighter.
Across the lobby, Gura and Bijou had somehow escalated their fight even further. Gura's Iron Man suit was now glowing blue along every seam, and Bijou's Kamen Rider armor had formed a crystalline exoskeleton around itself. They were no longer trading rapid punches but were instead locked in a beam struggle, Gura's repulsor energy meeting Bijou's crystal beam in a display of power that was actively melting the floor beneath them.
Kiara and Nerissa had apparently come to some kind of mutual understanding that their food argument was less important than destroying each other, and had teamed up for a combination attack that involved Kiara's phoenix flames and Nerissa's demon energy swirling together into a massive spiraling beam that they were firing at... well, everything.
Shiori's magical missiles were still filling the air like angry fireflies, each one tracking different targets with unerring accuracy. Ame was still dodging and shrieking, her revolver somehow continuing to deflect attacks that should have been far beyond a normal gun's capability to affect. Sana continued to sleep peacefully through it all, her gentle snoring somehow audible despite the explosions.
And through it all, Elizabeth sang.
"AGADOO-DOO-DOO, PUSH PINEAPPLE, SHAKE THE TREE~"
The irony wasn't lost on anyone that the most apocalyptic scene any of them had ever witnessed was being soundtracked by possibly the most ridiculous song ever written.
"You know what?" Gigi said suddenly, making a decision. She walked over to the couch where Bae was still sitting (somehow the couch had survived despite being ground zero for the chaos) and plopped down next to her, plushies and all. "You got any more popcorn?"
Bae grinned and held out the bowl. "Always prepared. Welcome to the spectator section."
Cecilia, Raora, and Elizabeth exchanged glances. Then, with the resignation of people who had realized that some forces were simply beyond their control, they joined Gigi and Bae on the couch.
"Anyone know what started this?" Raora asked, accepting a handful of popcorn.
"Gura made a short joke about Bijou," Bae explained. "Everything else just kind of... escalated."
"A short joke?" Cecilia repeated. "This all started because of a short joke?"
"Yup."
"And how did we get from a short joke to giant mechs and Ultraman wolves?"
"Well, Bijou challenged Gura to a fight. Gura showed up in the Iron Man suit because 'if you're gonna fight, fight in style.' Bijou countered with the Kamen Rider suit because 'Henshin is cooler than repulsors.' Then they started the Ora/Muda thing because they're both weebs."
"And everything else?" Gigi asked, gesturing at the chaos.
"Kiara and Nerissa were already arguing about food. When the fight started, they decided to make it 'more interesting' with energy blasts. Ina tried to stop them, realized she couldn't, and decided if everyone else was going crazy she might as well do it in style, hence the Gundam. Fuwamoco called her out for being extra, she said they were ones to talk, they transformed to prove a point. IRyS tried to restore order with overwhelming force, Shiori got caught in the crossfire and took it personally, and Ame is just trying not to die."
"And you're eating popcorn."
"Someone has to document this for posterity," Bae said seriously. "Plus, honestly? After the week I've had, watching everyone else lose their minds is kind of therapeutic."
"AGADOO-DOO-DOO~" Elizabeth continued, now using an empty paper towel roll from the destroyed kitchen as a microphone.
An explosion rocked the building as IRyS's Megazord finally unleashed its charged attack, a beam of light and darkness that carved a trench through the lobby floor and sent everyone scrambling (or flying, or mechanically maneuvering) out of the way.
"Do you think this happens at other idol companies?" Cecilia asked thoughtfully, sipping her tea which had somehow remained perfectly steeped despite everything.
"Definitely not," Gigi replied. "This is uniquely our brand of insane."
"I'm kind of proud of that," Raora admitted. "It's very... us."
They sat there, the four members of Justice plus Bae, watching the chaos unfold like it was a particularly exciting sports match. Which, in a way, it was.
Calli continued to lie on the floor, having given up on everything. Fauna's leaves were now almost completely wilted, and she'd started making a small wilted leaf pile around herself in mourning. Sana slept on, probably dreaming of peaceful cosmic voids where people didn't try to destroy buildings from the inside. Kronii was likely ordering another coconut, fifty miles away and absolutely zero percent concerned with her colleagues' shenanigans.
And somewhere, Mumei was fishing, blissfully unaware that her home had become a war zone.
"You know what the best part about all of this is?" Bae asked suddenly.
"What?" the Justice members replied in unison.
"We're going to have to explain this to management tomorrow."
There was a beat of silence as this sank in.
Then they all burst out laughing, because really, what else could they do?
"ORA ORA ORA!"
"MUDA MUDA MUDA!"
"GRILLED FISH SUPREMACY!"
"SCONES FOREVER!"
"WAH! TAKE THIS!"
"AWOOOO!"
"IRYS MEGA CANNON!"
"BOOKMARK BOMBARDMENT!"
"DODGE DODGE DODGE!"
And through it all, constant and eternal, Elizabeth's voice rang out:
"AGADOO-DOO-DOO, PUSH PINEAPPLE, SHAKE THE TREE~"
Hololive EN was many things. Professional was occasionally one of them.
But boring? Never.