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Once out of sight of the Newspaper Club the Mask took a moment to put herself back together properly. "Ooo my head...I hope the Store has some Aspirin..." "HEY YOU!" The Mask froze, a cartoonishly visible chill running from her feet to the top of her head. "That arrogant tone...that voice with an edge like a sawblade... that volume..." she mused aloud before twirling around with a big beaming smile, "Kokoa! Long time no..." She got no further before a receiving a massive blow to the side of her head propelling her further down the passage trailing a "Ghyeeeeeeeee..." behind her. Landing rather heavily she staggered upright and glared blearily at Kokoa. "Waff waff fhat...wherff fmy peef?" she started looking around at the floor.
"Give me back that mask!!" Kokoa was so angry she was practically foaming at the mouth. "I need it to bring Onee-Sama back to me! Give it back!" The Mask looked at Kokoa thoughtfully, "Leff fme phink..." then her tongue shot out to a length of 4 feet, waggling with a sinewave effect, accompanied by the loudest, longest and most insulting raspberry Kokoa had ever heard. "THAT'S IT!!! KOU-CHAN!!" The small bat fluttering behind Kokoa suddenly shapeshifted into a 6 foot long spiked war-hammer. "GIVE ME THE MASK!!" Kokoa screeched at the top of her lungs charging forward. Kokoa gave a yell of pain and skidded to a stop clutching at her ankle. Lifting it up for inspection revealed the Mask's lost teeth chattering like a set of wind up joke teeth and attacking Kokoa's ankle. Over the clacking of the teeth there was even a faint "hrrrrgh, hrrrr, hrrrgh"; the small growling noise a small terrier dog would make whilst playing tug'o'war with its owner. Kokoa made a growling noise of her own and took a swing at the teeth. The dodged and started to hop away making scared yipping noises. The following few minutes were fairly packed but also looked rather silly; Kokoa running in circles hammering at the ground in a near hysterical frenzy trying to hit the unseen source of a strange chattering noise. Finally Kokoa collapsed onto the ground having tired herself out. The teeth, completely unscathed jumped up and bit her on the nose eliciting a humorous before hopping back to the Mask and jumping back into her mouth. The Mask immediately performed an anime style "Fast change"; grabbing the top of her dress and tugging, pulling it off and throwing it away to reveal a new outfit underneath; in this case an old schoolmistress complete with bifocal glasses on a string and grey hair in a bun at the back of her head. "Shame on you," she said wagging her finger at Kokoa, "picking on a small defenceless creature like that!" Kokoa couldn't reply, but the glare she directed at the Mask spoke volumes. "Kou-Chan..." she managed to wheeze out as she tried to raise the mallet her bat had transformed into. Kou's head began to flatten out and fan out at the edges, transforming into an axe blade. Kokoa took a massive wild swing that missed the Mask's head by nanometers, severing a few hairs. The Mask hadn't moved, but her eyes tracked the few hairs as they floated to the ground. "I see," she said levelly before rolling her sleeves up revealing an anchor tattoo on one arm and a heart with "Mum" inside it on the other arm, "well," here her voice developed a southern twang "If it's a whuppin' yer a-whantin'..." The Mask performed another fast change, switching into a boxers outfit; vest, shorts, boots, cartoonishly sized boxing gloves and an obviously fake handlebar moustache, so ludicrously large that practically covered the lower part of her face. "Come on!" she barked in a slightly strained British accent, "Queensbury rules!" Kokoa watched the Mask hopping from foot to foot, back and forth, flicking a thumb against her nose in the most ridiculous manner, open mouthed with disbelief. That feeling didn't last long before she charged in again, waving Kou in his battle axe form. The Mask swung. There was a loud clang, the sort you would get by striking 2 shovels together and Kokoa went flying. The Mask calmly removed the glove she'd used and shook out a horseshoe from it. She looked at the shoe with a puzzled frown and shook the glove again. There was a rattling noise then out fell another horseshoe, a pair of brass knuckles, another horseshoe, a brick, yet another horseshoe, a spanner then an anvil. Kokoa staggered upright, propelled by sheer fury and took another swing with her axe. The Mask dodged, ducking so fast you'd have thought she'd fallen down a hole. Looking down, Kokoa was just in time to see a wooden crate hurry down the passageway with an audible . Finally emerging from the passageway into the courtyard of the school, Kokoa paused at the sight of 3 identical crates side by side. Suddenly a pair of arms shot out from under the middle one, grabbed the other two and all three began to spin and juggle themselves in circles. When they finally stopped moving, it was impossible to tell which crate was the one that had the Mask under it. Kokoa grabbed the left hand box and lifted it up. There was nothing underneath. She lifted up the middle one. Again, nothing underneath. With a triumphant smirk, Kokoa flipped up the last crate. There was nothing underneath. Kokoa was so confused, she failed to notice the Mask's head poking out from under the crate, giving her the appearance of a tortoise. Dropping the crate, Kokoa looked under all 3 crates again and again until she was so confused and frustrated her head was spinning. The Mask's arm slid out from under "her" crate and surreptitiously jabbed her thumb at the next crate across. Kokoa had grabbed the crate and lifted it up by the time the strangeness of the situation got through to her. Dropping the crate she grabbed the one the Mask's arm had come out of and yanked it upwards, revealing the Mask standing with a broad grin on her face. Before Kokoa could move further, the Mask grabbed her and gave her a mammoth smacker right on the lips with a sound similar to a sink plunger clearing a particularly difficult blockage. This was the final straw and Kokoa collapsed unconscious. The Newspaper Club arrived just in time to see the Mask bounce away like a speeded up film of a rubber ball, a faint "Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!" floating back to them.

Description
Once out of sight of the Newspaper Club the Mask took a moment to put herself back together properly. "Ooo my head...I hope the Store has some Aspirin..." "HEY YOU!" The Mask froze, a cartoonishly visible chill running from her feet to the top of her head. "That arrogant tone...that voice with an edge like a sawblade... that volume..." she mused aloud before twirling around with a big beaming smile, "Kokoa! Long time no..." She got no further before a receiving a massive blow to the side of her head propelling her further down the passage trailing a "Ghyeeeeeeeee..." behind her. Landing rather heavily she staggered upright and glared blearily at Kokoa. "Waff waff fhat...wherff fmy peef?" she started looking around at the floor.
"Give me back that mask!!" Kokoa was so angry she was practically foaming at the mouth. "I need it to bring Onee-Sama back to me! Give it back!" The Mask looked at Kokoa thoughtfully, "Leff fme phink..." then her tongue shot out to a length of 4 feet, waggling with a sinewave effect, accompanied by the loudest, longest and most insulting raspberry Kokoa had ever heard. "THAT'S IT!!! KOU-CHAN!!" The small bat fluttering behind Kokoa suddenly shapeshifted into a 6 foot long spiked war-hammer. "GIVE ME THE MASK!!" Kokoa screeched at the top of her lungs charging forward. Kokoa gave a yell of pain and skidded to a stop clutching at her ankle. Lifting it up for inspection revealed the Mask's lost teeth chattering like a set of wind up joke teeth and attacking Kokoa's ankle. Over the clacking of the teeth there was even a faint "hrrrrgh, hrrrr, hrrrgh"; the small growling noise a small terrier dog would make whilst playing tug'o'war with its owner. Kokoa made a growling noise of her own and took a swing at the teeth. The dodged and started to hop away making scared yipping noises. The following few minutes were fairly packed but also looked rather silly; Kokoa running in circles hammering at the ground in a near hysterical frenzy trying to hit the unseen source of a strange chattering noise. Finally Kokoa collapsed onto the ground having tired herself out. The teeth, completely unscathed jumped up and bit her on the nose eliciting a humorous before hopping back to the Mask and jumping back into her mouth. The Mask immediately performed an anime style "Fast change"; grabbing the top of her dress and tugging, pulling it off and throwing it away to reveal a new outfit underneath; in this case an old schoolmistress complete with bifocal glasses on a string and grey hair in a bun at the back of her head. "Shame on you," she said wagging her finger at Kokoa, "picking on a small defenceless creature like that!" Kokoa couldn't reply, but the glare she directed at the Mask spoke volumes. "Kou-Chan..." she managed to wheeze out as she tried to raise the mallet her bat had transformed into. Kou's head began to flatten out and fan out at the edges, transforming into an axe blade. Kokoa took a massive wild swing that missed the Mask's head by nanometers, severing a few hairs. The Mask hadn't moved, but her eyes tracked the few hairs as they floated to the ground. "I see," she said levelly before rolling her sleeves up revealing an anchor tattoo on one arm and a heart with "Mum" inside it on the other arm, "well," here her voice developed a southern twang "If it's a whuppin' yer a-whantin'..." The Mask performed another fast change, switching into a boxers outfit; vest, shorts, boots, cartoonishly sized boxing gloves and an obviously fake handlebar moustache, so ludicrously large that practically covered the lower part of her face. "Come on!" she barked in a slightly strained British accent, "Queensbury rules!" Kokoa watched the Mask hopping from foot to foot, back and forth, flicking a thumb against her nose in the most ridiculous manner, open mouthed with disbelief. That feeling didn't last long before she charged in again, waving Kou in his battle axe form. The Mask swung. There was a loud clang, the sort you would get by striking 2 shovels together and Kokoa went flying. The Mask calmly removed the glove she'd used and shook out a horseshoe from it. She looked at the shoe with a puzzled frown and shook the glove again. There was a rattling noise then out fell another horseshoe, a pair of brass knuckles, another horseshoe, a brick, yet another horseshoe, a spanner then an anvil. Kokoa staggered upright, propelled by sheer fury and took another swing with her axe. The Mask dodged, ducking so fast you'd have thought she'd fallen down a hole. Looking down, Kokoa was just in time to see a wooden crate hurry down the passageway with an audible . Finally emerging from the passageway into the courtyard of the school, Kokoa paused at the sight of 3 identical crates side by side. Suddenly a pair of arms shot out from under the middle one, grabbed the other two and all three began to spin and juggle themselves in circles. When they finally stopped moving, it was impossible to tell which crate was the one that had the Mask under it. Kokoa grabbed the left hand box and lifted it up. There was nothing underneath. She lifted up the middle one. Again, nothing underneath. With a triumphant smirk, Kokoa flipped up the last crate. There was nothing underneath. Kokoa was so confused, she failed to notice the Mask's head poking out from under the crate, giving her the appearance of a tortoise. Dropping the crate, Kokoa looked under all 3 crates again and again until she was so confused and frustrated her head was spinning. The Mask's arm slid out from under "her" crate and surreptitiously jabbed her thumb at the next crate across. Kokoa had grabbed the crate and lifted it up by the time the strangeness of the situation got through to her. Dropping the crate she grabbed the one the Mask's arm had come out of and yanked it upwards, revealing the Mask standing with a broad grin on her face. Before Kokoa could move further, the Mask grabbed her and gave her a mammoth smacker right on the lips with a sound similar to a sink plunger clearing a particularly difficult blockage. This was the final straw and Kokoa collapsed unconscious. The Newspaper Club arrived just in time to see the Mask bounce away like a speeded up film of a rubber ball, a faint "Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!" floating back to them.