Feeling accomplished that I’m done making OCs for a good long time, I tried my hand at making one of those character relationship charts (the kind you often see in anime magazines) for my PriChan OCs. Something I can link back to easily since I have gotten a lot of new followers since I made most of them and my posts about them have gotten buried.
Yes I am aware that it’s unreadable in this post. You’ll have to click on it to enlarge it or by the link below:
Click here to see in the best resolution.
And in addition to this I would like to raise a challenge!!
I often see people with neat OCs but it’s hard to find any posts where you introduced/described them. SO! I’d like to see charts from other folks who also have OC universes, if you want to make them. Tag me and I’ll reblog them and maybe we’ll have a little OC festival.
My 5th and final (.... for now anyway..........) PriChan OC! Her name means “snowstorm” which matches her chill demeanor. Much like Hanabi though, it only lasts until you push the right (or wrong) button.
Name: Fubuki
Type: Cool
Brand: Secret Alice
About:
So, all about Fubuki....
Don’t worry, we will get to that.
But first we need just make a little detour to check in on what Hanabi has been up to since we last saw her….
A few weeks had passed since Hanabi’s fateful encounter with Luna of NightLight.
Since then Hanabi had made many attempts to inform Luna that they are now bitter rivals, but all of them were foiled by Hanabi’s actual enemy... doors. And staircases. And running to hide under sinks and in broom closets because she tried to approach Luna without noticing Hikari was there.
Hanabi sat at Prism Stone’s shop counter with her head in her hand as she mulled over all of this and put some ice on a recent bruise. If only she hadn’t let Luna slip away in the first place, none of this would have happened.
“That’s it,” Hanabi said. “The next time a fashion disaster walks into this store, I’m NOT letting her get away. I won’t let anything stand in my way of giving her a piece of my mind--EEK!”
Hanabi jumped as she hadn’t been expecting Meganee to come up behind her and clamp a hand down on her shoulder.
“As long as you do it nicely. You’re on thin ice you know. Do you know how many clothing racks we had to repair due to you running into them? I can’t have you go terrorizing our customers too,” said Meganee.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Hanabi.
Hanabi hadn’t realized how soon after she had reluctantly agreed to this plan that she would need to put it into action. Because just at the entrance to the store was a girl with perhaps worse fashion sense than even Luna.
She had on baggy, bright colored pants with horizontal stripes and flower patterns, paired with a vertical striped t-shirt, and topped off with some school loafers.
Her very pale complexion and light hair paired with that mess of color made it all the worse. Hanabi wasn’t letting this one get away.
“Alright, it’s GO time!” she said as she jumped up from the counter. But she could feel Meganee’s glare burning a hole in the back of her head. Hanabi cautiously looked over her shoulder.
BE NICE, Meganee’s eyes said.
Hanabi approached the girl.
“Um, excuse me,” she said. “C... could you tell me a little bit about the... inspiration behind your outfit...?”
The girl looked at Hanabi blankly.
“Uh. I dunno,” she said in a flat tone of voice.
Hanabi twitched.
“Well.. you must have had... some... reason... to think those particular pants with that particular shirt would be... a good choice?”
The girl’s indifferent expression didn’t change.
“It was comfortable.”
“B.... but... the... the patterns! Your fashion choice is a bit...”
The girl shrugged.
“I don’t really care about fashion. I can’t really see the patterns anyway.”
Hanabi finally snapped.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!” she bellowed. “WHAT ARE YOU BL--”
Hanabi was stopped from making an even more terrible mistake by the loud tapping sound that the girl started making with her cane on the hardwood floor as she cleared her throat. Hanabi’s mouth dropped. Quickly her tone changed.
“O-OH! You… I... I wasn’t... I didn’t... I’m sor--”
“It’s fine,” said the girl. “I get it all the time. I know you didn’t mean it.”
The girl turned to leave, but found she could not take another step because Hanabi had tightly grasped her arm.
“Wait!” said Hanabi. “Please. Please wait. I... I know I’m a big idiot. But. Please. Please let me make this up to you. I still think you can enjoy fashion just the way you are. Please let me teach you about fashion! PLEASE!”
“Um. I don’t really have time for thi--AAAAH!”
But Hanabi wasn’t taking no for an answer as she briskly began to drag the poor girl towards the back room of Prism Stone’s fashion department.
“Am… am I being kidnapped right now?”
“No you’re being fashion kidnapped. It’s different!”
“I really don’t see how it could be all that much different.”
“FOR. FASHION.”
After reaching their destination, Hanabi quickly closed the door and locked it behind them.
“Are you sure this isn’t kidnap--”
“Oh yeah, my name is Hanabi. What’s yours?”
“Fubuki,” said the girl in monotone and quite annoyed. “Now what else do I have to do in order to get you to let me out of here.”
“Well. I’m not letting you leave until we find a dress that you like. How about one of these?” Hanabi approached one of the large racks of dresses that lined the wall.
“They all look the same to me,” Fubuki replied dryly.
“Oh yeah, what about this one?” said Hanabi as she thrust a particular dress in Fubuki’s hands.
Fubuki began to explore the dress.
“Wha... oh... It has lace. And wow, this pattern that the lace makes, it connects here… and here..... and the bows.... and there are little chains with charms on them too. Are these... playing card symbols?” Fubuki’s hands swept over the dress from top to bottom and back again. “It’s like, everything is all connected together. Almost like it’s telling a story. There are so many details, I just keep finding more and more... I didn’t know a dress could be like this. What is this?”
“That, my friend, is the Secret Alice Gothic Frill Night Coord,” answered Hanabi.
“I... I think I love it,” said Fubuki, nearly enthralled in a trance. But then she snapped back into reality. She didn’t need to actually see it to know Hanabi had a giant smug smile on her face. “Okay, you win,” Fubuki grumbled with a sigh.
“YESSS!!” cheered Hanabi as she ran a victory lap around the room. After the minute it took her to calm down, she asked “By the way, if you didn’t care about fashion, what were you doing at Prism Stone?”
“I take singing lessons here,” replied Fubuki. “I also just like being in the presence of so many PriChan idols. There is this group I really like. They are called...”
Please don’t say NightLight, please don’t say NightLight.... thought Hanabi.
“Meltic Star!”
Hanabi let out a sigh of relief.
“But there is this other new group that just debuted on PriChan that I’m just starting to get into as well. They are called uh... oh yeah, NightLight!”
Fubuki felt the vibration of Hanabi’s drop to the floor.
“U... Um... are you OK?”
Fubuki crouched down to the ground to check on her new friend. It was here that Hanabi explained to Fubuki in dramatic detail the tragedy of how Luna had robbed her goddess Hikari from the world of fashion and the plan to save her.
“I... I see....” said Fubuki. “I didn’t realize. So you’re really became a PriChan idol just for that? How is it going?”
“Uh... good......”
“Really? I’m on PriChan all the time but I haven’t heard of your channel before. How many followers do you have?”
“....Um.... well......” Hanabi gingerly looked at her PriChan cast. “Oh! My Mom finally remembered to follow me yesterday!”
Fubuki bit her lip.
“Well, maybe I can help,” she said. “I’m sure fashion’s not the problem. So how about I listen to you sing?”
“Well, OK,” said Hanabi as she took a deep breath and started into a song....
But she didn’t get very far before Fubuki had both her hands over her ears.
“GAAAH! STOP! What on the good green earth and heaven above was that was all of that?!” shouted Fubuki, with much more timbre and passion than Hanabi had ever heard her say anything before. The girl with the sarcastic, flat tone of voice was suddenly gone, and it was as though Fubuki had completely transformed into someone else. “Okay, you may have rightfully fashion kidnapped me, but I’m going to need to call music 911 on you because there is no way you’re going to be an idol with that cat yowling!”
“WHAT! It is NOT POSSIBLE my singing is worse than that terrible outfit you’re wearing!”
The two were just about at each other’s’ throats when all of a sudden, they both seemed to come to the exact same realization at the exact same time.
“Wait... hold on...”
“With your fashion sense...”
“And your musical talent....”
“If we make a channel together...”
They reached out to clasp each other’s hands and whispered the following phrase:
“We would be unstoppable.”
And that, ladies and gentleman, was the birth of Hanabi and Fubuki’s channel.... FlowerStorm!
Epilogue:
“So, are you like... completely blind or what?”
“Actually, no. It’s just that the vision that I do have isn’t really very useful. I can see some light and colors. This room just looks like a big blur.”
“Can you see my face?”
“A little bit if you’re really close...”
“Like this?”
“Yeah.... Actually um. Is it OK if I feel your face a little? Then I could get a better grasp of your features...”
“Yeah sure.... Ack! I said you could feel my face not put your finger up my nose!”
“I wasn’t trying to! You moved! GAAH! W... Wait a minute, is this a band-aid? What a bruise! H.. how did you manage this?”
“I uh, I walked into a closing door. Trying to chase after that blue haired--”
“You walked into a door?! You were the one leading me around today. I was trusting you not to run into anything! I’m supposed to be the blind one!”
“Well no! Think about it! When you’re with me you’re even safer! This face is kind of like a door magnet. So I’ll be your shield.”
“....Good lord.”
Fubuki truly wondered what she had just gotten herself into.
