[On Hold!] Joker of the Cards (Epithet Erased X F! Reader [Story])

Chapter 1-- Sweet Jazz Museum!

(Y/N) scanned the paintings and pictures of the Sweet Jazz Museum, looking at one to the next. She walked into a small section that was part of the museum, seeing a group of school students around her age (she was 14) walking with a tour guide and chaperone. The tour guide was pretty short ((Y/N) almost mistook her for one of the students), had glassy pale eyes and had blackish-dark blueish hair, she was also wearing what you assumed was a museum staff uniform, which was a formal-looking vest.

"Wow, uh... she looks like she doesn't want to be here..." (Y/N) thought while averting her eyes to what she thought was the chaperone. He was a middle-aged looking man with blonde hair and... stars in his beard? 

"That's... a cute idea now that I think about it! Maybe I should try doing something like that when I get the chance. Now, what are they talking about?" (Y/N) thought as she strained her ears forward to listen in on what the tour guide lady was saying.

 "Epithets! Rare powers! Some people got 'em! Some people don't!" She said.

"Her tone... doesn't match with what she's saying. She sounds pretty bored if anything. And... doesn't everyone know this stuff already?"  (Y/N) thought, smiling weakly.

The woman turned around to face her group, then said, "Do you know what it's called when someone DOESN'T have an epithet?" The children then mumbled something but you were too far away to hear what they said. But (Y/N) already knew the answer, when someone doesn't have an epithet they're called--

"A Mundie! That's right. Of course, you know, you're not six. And if you have an epithet, you're inscribed. Each inscribed person has a unique word attached to their soul that lets them do... stuff." The woman shrugged.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile out of amusement at that last part. It reminded (Y/N) that she was indeed inscribed with an epithet herself. Her epithet was called Card. It sounded kinda boring but it's actually kind of cool! It could let (Y/N) do... anything she wanted with cards! They could explode, turn into ice, all that anime-like jazz! However, she could only do stuff like that when she had a card in her possession.

"Shoot, I missed a little bit on what she was saying cause internal monologue--" (Y/N) thought, flinching.

"Okay, anyone else here have an epithet? Anyone at all?"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tall, white-haired, muscular man with a tan, carrying a crate, said "Oh! Oh! I do! I have an epithet, Lady Mera!"

"Oh, hello buff stranger--" (Y/N) stiffened.

"Noo! Anyone else!?" The woman, who was called 'Mera' groaned, furiously looking around at the group of kids.

"Oh! Oh! Pick me! I can tell them my epithet!"

"No, Indus, it's fine I can just move on with the tour!" The woman said as she tried to push the man, who was called 'Indus' away.

Then, all of a sudden, (Y/N)'s phone went off. Great. She quickly walked away from the group to get some quiet which was pretty easy to find. She was in a museum after all.

"Hello?" (Y/N) said as she answered the call.

"Hello, (Y/N)! I just wanted to let you know that me and your dad will be out late tonight."

"Wait, again?"

"Yeah, sorry kiddo! There was a dinner invite that we couldn't possibly refuse! I think that we should be back around... twelve I think?"

"Wow, that's pretty early considering the last party you and dad went to." (Y/N) said trying to poke fun at her mother. She heard a laugh on the other side of the phone.

"I know, right? Anyway, I have to go now and get ready. See you later! Love you!"

"Love you too! Bye." The phone started to beep, signaling that (Y/N)'s mom had hung up. She smiled as she put the phone away.

"Huh. They're going out again...? Well, guess that means another night of late-night Tumblr-ing!" (Y/N) thought mischievously as she smiled.

"I might as well wander around the museum a little bit longer, why not?"  (Y/N) thought as she turned around to explore.

After a few minutes of walking around, her attention was set on a rather large painting. It depicted a blonde young girl wearing fancy clothing. But what stood out to (Y/N) was her stoic, almost bored expression on her face.

"Huh. Pretty girl." (Y/N) muttered to herself. She looked down at the small inscription underneath the painting. 

It read:

"Phoenica Fleecity the First

The Fleecity family work as professional Magical Girl Heroes."

(Y/N) stopped reading for a moment. She re-read the first sentence. And a third time to make sure what she just read was real and wasn't hallucinating. She smiled as she quickly burst into a quiet fit of giggles.

"Magical Girls? What is this, Madoka Magica? Tomoe, is that you?" She thought as she giggled as discreetly as possible so she wouldn't draw much attention to herself. After a few moments, she shook her head, reminding herself to not compare real people to anime characters. Again.

"(Y/N), you really need to take a break with anime... Actually, no bad decision, don't do that." She sighed to herself as she began to read where she left off.

"Every three generations or so, an ancient evil sorceress named The Songstress is resurrected and tries to take over the world. The Fleecity original matriarch, Phoenica Fleecity the First, sealed her away by summoning a set of magical girls. Since then, the Fleecity clan has been tasked with monitoring the Songstress's power levels, gathering the select number of magical girls to stop her. 

In exchange for this world-saving service, each country in the world pays the Fleecity family several million dollars, making the Fleecity clan the richest family in the world. The family spends its time in between resurrection cycles with altruism and business investment."

(Y/N) blinked in surprise. She didn't know about this before!

"Reading Rainbow, the more you know." She thought, chuckling before she walked away to look at more exhibits.

~~Time Skip~~

"The museum is closing in five minutes! Please make your way to the exits! Now!" Mera's voice echoed throughout the building.

It was time to go. (Y/N) was in one of the rooms, starting to make way towards the main exit when she saw a kid with a green backpack who was next to another boy wearing a purple hoodie, holding a... sword?!

"Whoa, hey kid! You're not supposed to-- GAH!" (Y/N) flinched as a wave of pain crash throughout her body, or more accurately, her face, making (Y/N) put her hands on her face to numb down the pain. She looked down at the ground and saw the sword near her feet.

"Did they... seriously just throw a SWORD at me?! At least the blade didn't hit me, but still!" (Y/N) thought while stumbling backward.

Then, her vision started to blur, with black spots clouding her vision. Was she seriously going to pass out? Right here? Right now?

As if to answer that question (Y/N) felt herself topple over, as her vision went completely black.

~~To be continued~~

Edit: Okay, so I may or may not made this chapter a bit longer--