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[Sariel of Tevet]

Izaak, having finished the spell, now stood alone.

"Well...," he said, "this is a conundrum." He looked around, his eyes finally stopping on the control panel the Dayman provided. I suppose this will have to do.

He pressed a couple of buttons, turned a few knobs, flipped a few switches, and then slammed his hand on what was essentially the "GO" button...but nothing happened. He repeated the process, ending with a different sequence, only to have nothing happen again.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, preparing to use his Lightning Flash cantrip. I suppose this will have to do...

He then spoke the words of the spell. "Fulgora moveat!" Two lightning bolts dropped from the sky, one hitting Izaak, and the other striking the ground about a hundred yards away. In the brilliance of the flash, Izaak had disappeared from his initial spot to the location of the second strike. He continually spoke the words until he finally made it close to his destination.

He sat and waited for the others to go by so that he could meet them at the correct location.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Infiltration Team

"That guy's a damned show-off." Ephantus said, mostly to himself seeing as the main infiltration group had already moved on ahead. The possessed man paused and glanced down at himself and the magic that had been used. "Curious." he muttered then sped up his hover bike to catch up with the others.

"So, here's a quick question." He posed to Haley, Kayla and Geirhald when he caught up. "Getting inside is all well and good...but do we have a plan for getting out again? Cause I wasn't paying attention if one was mentioned."


Interference Team

"Now that was disappointingly short." Leske sighed. He dismissed the large amount of weapons that he had summoned and hopped back down in the seat of his bike. With a mighty rev of its engine he took off after Vespi, pausing to grab a handful of popcorn on the way.

"Back to mindless destruction I suppose." The gun mage casually summoned a bazooka and began firing it over and over again. How did he manage to fire it more than once you ask? Magic, that's how.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio:
Pullio pushes back a templar, glaring at the armored man. HE snarls, "You st- graw!" He ends in a roar as a spear appears in his arm. He looks at the injured arm, then up at a group of people n motorbikes. One readies another spear and throws.The spear narrowly misses Pullio's head, the blade shaving hair along his face, stabbing a civilian behind him. Pullio rips the spear through his arm and roars in anger, fury, frustration, and madness. HE pulls out his blade and rushes up at the bikers. One starts his car and drives towards Pullio, ripping out a katana. Pullio swings his blade, carving through the front of the bike and sending the rider flying into the fire.He roars again and flies towards the riders, blade flying, sending blood and limbs all around.

SIRI:
Meanwhile, SIRI, safe in the Midnight headquarters, is watching with the human eye in her forehead. She, meditating to focus her power, examines Pullio slicing apart her soldiers, watching them scream for her help, which is weird for everyone because all it sounds like is, "SIRI! Send help! Please!" SIRI ignores their pleas, choosing instead the passive route and watching Pullio decimate the troops, watching his body absorb sword blows, bullets, and spear slices.


"He could be the one. I must inform the Nightman," She murmurs, focusing on the Nightman to send the view into his mind, not really knowing or caring what he is doing at the moment. Edit: She also sent it to Horror, just for giggles.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Interference

The Dayman caught Cale's bowl of popcorn and ducked under the one Vespi tossed at his royal person, allowing it to fly much further than it probably ever was intended to and smash Stratus in the face, disrupting his victory pose. He put the codpiece kart into gear and power slid over to Stratus, and carefully placed Cale's bowl of popcorn atop his head.

"Congratulations boy, for a traveling bike riding vagrant you sure cleaned his clock. "

He leaned over the side of his kart and saw a mess of cogs and springs on the ground.

"Well..I say cleaned his clock, but you missed a few spots, no beer for you."

He tapped his codpiece to remind Stratus of the beer hiding inside, and tore off behind the others to the next checkpoint. Stratus gritted his teeth and put away his sword.

"Dammit old man! I will get that beer if its the last thing I do!"

He kicked the bike into gear and perched with his legs cross on the seat, placing the bowl of popcorn in his lap and followed the group, munching the fruits of his labor.

Villains

The Nightman turned on the PA system in his obsidian tiger zoid and called down to Horror.

"We are planning an ambush on the farther end of the city. Just try to keep up...and....would it kill you to hit a car wash along the way? I can smell your car from here."

He went to pop the mech into a gear that can only be described as "badass" (no really, it is on the shifter, right above reverse), but he was interrupted with visions of a barbarian.

Interesting...I think I saw him in the bar.

[Sariel of Tevet]

SIRI receives his message and rolls her human eye. YEs. Sure. What should we do? Should I murder the shit out of him? OR should we make him a servant of the Midnight? LEts murder him. God, he is insane. More so than you! She replies to the Nightman. SIRI stands and readies herself to teleport into the Nightman's obsidian tiger.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Villains

The Nightman hit the gas and the obsidian tiger pounced into action, stopping shortly to paw at a nearby church tapestry like a set of curtains.

I haven't quite decided what we should do yet. Certainly he can't be controlled can he? Not until I get what I am after. Best not to risk losing a future asset...for now.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Are you sure? I could send the Darkness to conquer him....Just a piece. Then he would be completely ours! Did you know that his kind are rare and basically mindless beasts of the darkness? That is their rage. The Darkness in a human form. C'mon, lets make him skin the wolves as his first act. They seem to like him. And that fox thing. SIRI responds, absolutely disappointed. She appears in the tiger and leans over the Nightman's shoulder. "Nice ride. Ew," She groans, pressing on her robotic nose, more of a reflex than anything, "What is that stench? IS that...is that Horror?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Oh, for the love of all good things... Stop. Laughing!"

"Hyaw, hyaw, hyaw... Begging for mercy, are we?"
"In a sense, yes. Just, please stop that. I thought you were in a hurry."

I.R. Badd froze suddenly, a horrified look on his face, "WE MUST HURRY FORTH!"

"I just said that, dammit!" Scarlet snapped at him.

"Quick, get on my heavily modified motor vehicle!"
Scarlet merely stared at him, "That... That's an amigo. Like, what old people use."
"Yes! Because old people are fantastically... O. P!"

A frustrated scream escaped the shadow demon as they approached the racing group.

Speaking of the racing group, a lone figure stood in their path. Tall, blond, and perhaps female despite the insultingly fake black mustache under her nose, she held up one hand, "Halt, vagrants! I shall judge the legality of your actions against the mighty scales of evil justice!"

"A pie to your face, sistah!"

"You seriously just threw a pie at her? WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM!?"

"You! Foolish brother, you dare challenge me? I. M. Badd, the more grammatically correct of the twin attorneys at evil?! Blasphemy!"

Scarlet facepalmed, "You have GOT to be kidding me..."

"That tie, brother... It is nothing before my ascot!" I. M. Badd wiped a bit of whipped cream off the article in question.

"That looks like it was designed after a casino carpet I once threw up on," Scarlet muttered.

I wonder if my destruction meter will go up or down if I get rid of these two... Seems like I'd be doing the city a favor, not to mention my already questionable sanity...

"Your mustache is not shiny-er than mine!" I. R. interjected suddenly.
"Your grammar is still no match for mine."
"Your ascot was stolen from gramma's closet!"
"Your tie was bought at a discount store!"

Scarlet looked helplessly at her companions, shrugging, "Sibling rivalry can be a brutal thing. Does anyone have any popcorn left?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Villains

"Well if you are absolutely positive you can control him, then the increase in numbers couldn't hurt. To be fair, he is an army in himself. We would have no problems with the next stage of my plan, having four armies in our grasp. But the real question is...."

The Nightman shifted gears and sent the obsidian tiger barreling straight through an orphan daycare (good thing it was a Sunday), and shot a glance at Siri.

"Can he drive?"

The colossal kitten bounded around a corner and found the ambush point, climbing atop a building for a good vantage point.

"Saddle him up with something and get back to me. Also...yes. That is Horror. Not quite sure what we are going to do with him."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Infiltration Team

"Getting inside is all well and good...but do we have a plan for getting out again? Cause I wasn't paying attention if one was mentioned." [/v]

Haley didn't have an answer for Ephantus ready, so she waited for Geirhald to answer, but the churning Sandstorm Immortal let the question hang for the entirety of their ride. When they reached the palace, he slowed and veered off the road to what barely qualified as a dirt road through some hedges. The path wound around through a long-abandoned garden of dead plants until it reached the moat that surrounded the palace. He parked his bike against the base of a bridge that crossed it and lead them under.

Waiting for them was a fidgety man and a shoddy bridge of wooden planks lashed together with rope that crossed the moat to an open door that presumably lead into the palace. When he saw them, the man frowned. "You...where's Vespi?" Then he noticed the rest of them. "This wasn't part of the deal!"

Haley spoke before the slower Geirhald. "You're the Imperial we saw earlier! You're the guy who announced the Emperor's ban on street fighting." Dorian, who had resumed his place in her watch, murmured his agreements. "What's he doing here, Geirhald?"

Geirhald grimaced. "Inside...man..."

The fidgety man ran a shaky hand through his hair. "It's jut my job, you know? I don't like working for these people, but my family, you know?" He glanced at them, the the bridge, then Geirhald. "The plan..."

"Plans...change..." Geirhald declared. "In...fil...tra...tion...team..." When the man didn't look convinced, he added, "Peiyor...you know...me..."

Peiyor licked his lips and ran both hands through his hair. "Yeah. I do, I just...Vespi said...just get it done, ok? Please? And-and-can this...I don't want..."

"Don't...know..you..." Geirhald slipped around Peiyor and started across the bridge.

"We'll make sure this won't come back on you," Haley assured him before trying the bridge, which was more unstable than Geirhald made it look. Upon closer inspection, he just seemed to glide across it. "That was a good question, though. How are we getting out?"

"Get there...when...get there..."

Interference Team

Vespi happened to be riding by and saw Scarlet's helpless look. She skidded to a stop beside her and gave the bickering lawyersiblings a judgemental look. "Need a lift?"

Villain Team

Horror regarded the conversation between The Nightman and SIRI with mild interest. He had no idea who Pullio was, nor who SIRI was. It was as if she had suddenly come into being and acted as if she had always been on their team. But that was ridiculous; certainly she had always been there and he had simply been in stasis when they had met. Of course.

He gave his monstrosity a slap and indicated that it should follow the Nightman on his rampage. Neither he nor his mount seemed in any hurry to keep up (although for the mount, it seemed more a matter of couldn't keep up than lack of want) as they slurped and gurgled their way across the city, leaving a trail of thick, radioactive green slime behind that smelled of Infernal Secrets and warped the very air that they came into contact with.

"Don't let that touch your skin," he warned no one in particular. "Nether Slime. It distorts anything it touches." Sure enough, the ground began to crack and twist and bend and burble behind him.

[Sariel of Tevet]

"My only problem is with that Templar. I cannot let too much Darkness in, or our plans would be ruined. That templar could destroy what Darkness I have allowed into this world. If you could, maybe, distract her.." SIRI slides into the seat next to him and gives him a little smile, "I could work my magic. Opening and shutting the portal would sap my strength, so we would need a team there to retrieve him. I would like to stay here to be safer, because who knows what that disgusting little team would do to me." She shivers, then leans back in her chair. SIRI pulls out G.O.O.G.L.E. and opens the book, landing onto a page with a picture very similar to Pullio on it. "It says here that berserkers, due to the little to no access to today's technology, have never ridden a motorcycle or anything like that. They run, ride horses, and....shit....if they can beat one into submission, there is a record of a small tribe of berserker lead warriors that rode dragons."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Just as Izaak arrived at the starting location for the infiltration, the mist form cantrip elapsed. He looked around and saw that it had already elapsed on the others.

"It seems to me," he said, "that spreading out the magic like that causes the duration to be reduced by a good bit. Something akin to a mass invisibility spell would serve us better than my mist form cantrip, especially since one can still see mist." Looking at the bridge, Izaak thought of three different spells that would aid him over the bridge (and everyone else back over the bridge after the mission was complete): the mist form cantrip, the lightning flash cantrip, or the teleport spell.

"Hmm... If I use lightning flash, the noise will alert the guards. If I use mist form, I'll be intangible, and thus unable to fight for the duration. Looks like I'm teleporting." He looked at the spot he wanted to end up at, closed his eyes, and said the incantation. "Motus distantia brevis!"

With a quick flash, he disappeared from his spot on one side of he bridge and appeared at the other. He drew his daggers, holding them in a reverse grip, and began channeling the elements in preparation for battle.

"Ready when you all are."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Interference

The Dayman began driving around the city, picking up all the powerups and weapon icons that her could manage, and positioned himself in front of the next checkpoint. He stood up in his seat, codpiece shining in the sunlight, and reached above his head to gather up everything that he collected into his arms.

"Well...there is no possible way that this could go wrong."

"No! Dammit old man I will beat you here!"

He turned to find Stratus standing on his motorcycle, an absurdly large sword extending from either arm, cutting buildings in half as he strode by and filling his destruction meter.

"Dammit I will get that beer!"

He became fed up with how slow his bike was moving, and leapt to the streets, and began to run right in front of his bike which managed to keep heading in the same direction.

"Too late boy! You just weren't royal OR manly enough to get here first. Random powers activate!"

He threw all of the collected containers onto the ground and they disappeared. All at once missiles began shooting from the codpiece cart, The Dayman began to glow and shine as the world music changed, shells and codpieces alike shot randomly throughout the city, earthquakes rumbled, fires started, other players were healed, and then hexed, and then healed again, The Dayman grew extremely tall and then shorter all at once, his codpeice kart exploded and then repaired itself before going on a rampage and attempting to kill The Dayman, and then it apologized and bought him dinner, and said dinner was buffed and became sentient, throwing itself at the checkpoint and speaking French, women fell from the heavens to mate with the players, except for the one who claimed an alternative lifestyle and was the vain of all the others in the group, dinosaurs once again roamed the city and a catastrophically large asteroid began to descend upon the checkpoint to destroy them.

The rest of his collected items managed to try to activate simultaneously, causing the asteroid to freeze right above the checkpoint, which froze and ceased taking damage. It became pixelated, as well as the dinosaurs and anything else spawned from the massive outpouring of collected items. The Dayman had managed to break the checkpoint.

He scratched his codpiece in confusion.

"I guess I was too royal to activate this one."

Stratus was running so hard and was thrown off balance by still carrying his giant swords that he tripped over his own feet and slid right up next to The Dayman, face first, and his motorcycle crashed right into the checkpoint.

"I hate you....so much...old man."

Villains

"A distraction I can do, Siri, since we have to wait for this ambush to begin anyway. May as well fill up this little meter above our heads. Maybe we get an evil prize or something."

He pulled a remote control from his wrist, followed by a matching rc car, with a large egg situated on top of it inside of a glass container.

"Just watch."

He rolled down his window (which required one of those stupid levers for some reason, honestly. All the technology that we have...and no powered windows. What has this world come to?), and tossed the electronic car out onto the road. He drove it through the half decimated city and paused it right in front of the templars.

"Sit back and enjoy, Siri."

The Nightman pressed a button on the top side of the controller and a light turned on inside the glass container of the rc car. The egg heated and began to crack. A serpent began to grow and explode forth from the container at an alarming rate. It unraveled and expanded until it was nearly fifteen stories in height. Black markings coiled around its body, no doubt some sort of ancient evil inscriptions that gave the snake incredible dark powers, and a tattoo with project midnight's logo between its eyes.

"I found this in one of the back rooms of the facility. I think Project Midnight had a zoo at one point."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Hakuzo watched, appalled as Pullio went on another rampage, a spear going through an unfortunate (bit of an understatement there) citizen off to his right. He continued to watch shortly before deciding to intervene. The people here couldn't protect themselves from the man should he turn on them. The citizens at least couldn't, he wasn't so sure about the people whom Pullio was attacking, but they looked as if they could handle themselves.

He made his way quickly out of the now-panicking crowd, fist-sized orbs of blue flames already dancing around his body. He was prepared to do his best to take the barbarian down before he could hurt anybody else, though he had plenty of doubt in his ability to actually accomplish such a feat. The foxfire orbs began rapidly spinning around him, ready to seek out a target. Another sphere of magic, this one about the size of a basketball, began to form in front of the Kitsune, glowing with a bright purple light. He walked toward Pullio, less than 15 feet away from him at this point. He hurled the orb of energy straight for the huge man's chest, the glowing sphere moving quite fast, and soon to be on a path back to the fox-man in an attempt to hit the barbarian twice. The blue flares around Hakuzo burned brighter, as if the fire itself was excited, before they shorty launched toward Pullio, one by one in rapid succesion.

Hakuzo hoped the barrage of magic would be enough to take down Pullio before he could cause harm to anybody else. If he could at least get him to a point he couldn't fight anymore, it would be good enough. Hakuzo only hoped he wouldn't have to suffer through the same fate as the people Pullio already been attacking.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Interference Team

Error. Error. Error. Came the bland cry of the checkpoint. Checkpoint #2 experiencing catastrophic system failure. Activation of checkpoint will be withheld until situation is resolved. Checkpoint #3 now activated.

Some ways away, the next checkpoint lit up and pinged. Checkpoint active. Checkpoint system now temporarily disabled. Searching for appropriate boss figure.

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Back in the Abandoned Warehouse Bar and Grill (which was now actually abandoned, although still not a warehouse, a lone female figure knelt by the door. She was dressed in white robes, wore no shoes, and her harms were decorated in intricate tattoos. Dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, revealing bright blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"You always were a fool," she muttered. "Mhenlo. You wanted to be like Togo too much and now...now look at you." Of course, there was nothing there, but she could feel it, could feel the residual energy he left behind as he, and another apparently, departed from this world. "But you didn't deserve this. I swear I'll find whoever..."

With the crackling of energy, she was scooped up - and dumped into the middle of the makeshift race track. Suddenly her mind became clouded. Anger burned within her. "So..." she spied the Dayman. Stratus. Vespi. Leske. Scarlet. Even Pullio and Hakuzo. "You were the ones who killed him. You killed Mhenlo!" The air around here seemed to shimmer. Her tattoos began to glow and she...lifted off the ground.

Xienghen Agetev
HP: 485/485
MP: 300/300
Abilities: Energy blasts, flight, righteous fury

"Now it's your turn!" She pulled her hands back, as if cupping something to her side. "Chi Blast!" She thrust them forward and a lance of bright white energy lanced forth - aiming right for Pullio, the man she had decided was actually responsible for Mhenlo's death. Oh and Hakuzo, just because he happened to be in the way.

Infiltration Team

"So we're in," Haley hissed at Geirhald, then glanced around the corner. "Where now?"

The sandstorm made a noise like a grumble. "Not...sure..."

"Great. What about..." Then she noticed Izaak. "Are you the only one who followed us in?"

Dorian sighed and disappeared from the watch, jumping from mirror to mirror, searching for the lord of the Castle.

[Sariel of Tevet]

INFILTRATION TEAM

"Get there...when...get there..."

Rather than testing the stability of the makeshift bridge, Kayla simply used her UFO to hover across the moat after Haley had gone. She joined the others, and noted that even the small passageway that they had entered into seemed extremely regal, indicating that this palace may even be fitting of royalty of the Dayman's supposed stature.

"Are you the only one who followed us in?"

She looked, and saw that it was very clearly Izaak being addressed. "Haley," she whispered, "am I just invisible to you or something?" An idea occurred to her. "Actually, if we don't know where to go, becoming invisible might not be the worst thing I could do..." She moved around the corner, and crouched down in a shadow near the wall of the adjoining hall. She tucked her long, silver hair into her jacket, then pulled her hood up to cover the top of her head. It wasn't exactly ninja attire, but she managed to make herself near-impossible to see, even if one knew where to look. "I'll catch up with you guys later. I'm going to go take a look around."

INTERFERENCE

Cale whistled in awe of the flying woman with the incredibly hard-to-pronounce name. "Yikes." He pulled Boopen Jr. up alongside the Dayman and Stratus. "Think we should join in on this one? I don't particularly care if she or the barbarian kill each other, but this could take a while... and I don't think we're getting more popcorn this time. Oh, and it looks like there's a giant snake now. Or something."

"I'm fookin' hungry, m8," added Boopen Jr.

VILLAINS

Sark regarded the two enemies confronting the "heroes." "Well," he noted, "this got out of hand quickly. I guess it will give me some time to start writing my monologue."

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Need a lift?"

Scarlet whipped around to stare at the atmosfaerie, "Yes, please."

"W-wait! You were supposed to help me face my sister!"
"Oh. Right. Here." Scarlet turned the man so that he was facing his sister, "Now you're facing her. Good job. Ciao!"

She hopped lightly onto the back of Vespi's bike, "So. It's been a fun day so far."

"What does this mean for us, brother?"
"I... I think we've just been forcibly removed from the plot. Not that we were really in it before."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Infiltration Team

"I'll catch up with you guys later. I'm going to go take a look around."

Haley blinked and looked around. "Did you just hear...I thought I heard...oh never mind. Let's go." She beckoned to the others and motioned for them to start poking into any room they came across."

Interference Team

"So. It's been a fun day so far."

Vespi rolled her eyes and sped off. "I keep thinking it can't get any worse." Then she gestured at the newly arrived Xienghen. "And then that happens."

Xienghen let off her assault, unable to see where Pullio had gone in the dust cloud that had risen. Instead, she searched around for a new target and found Cale and the Boopen Jr. With a snarl, she lept into the air and dove for them, energy gathering around her fist. Also she was screaming. I'm not sure why.

[Sariel of Tevet]

INTERFERENCE TEAM

"OH OKAY," Cale yelled at the flying Zeen-guh-hen Ah-geh-tev, "NOT EVEN THE DAYMAN RIGHT NEXT TO ME, BUT SPECIFICALLY ME." ((Censored to protect our secret identities))

"YE," replied Boopen Jr.

Cale sighed. "All right, then." He directed his squid in a path strafing that of his opponent, and started rapidly swinging both swords at her. Within seconds, Xienofbnafgsoinghen had a dozen energy waves flying at her from a dozen different directions.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Interference Team

Leske skidded by on his bike, pausing as he saw yet another mini-boss appear. "This is going to be a thing, isn't it?" He asked no one in particular. "Ah well. Time to test out some more toys." He conjured a large rifle and began firing at the newcomer with wild abandon.

Then he summoned a few more guns just for good measure. "Swords are for plebes!"


Infiltration Team

Ephantus fought the urge to sigh again, having followed Haley and the others inside. Apparently they were supposed to wander around aimlessly until they discovered their target.

Unless...

"Wait a moment." Ephantus whispered to the others. He crept ahead down the hallway and eventually spotted what he was looking for. A single guard was patrolling the end of the hall. Ephantus released his current servitor and the man's body dropped dead. Ephantus' consciousness surged forth in a swarm of nanites that caught the guard unawares.

A few moments of struggling later and Ephantus rejoined the others in his new body. He normally simply just discarded the host's mind with little care, but this time he saved the man's memories for a moment. "We need to go up three floors and cross into the next wing." he informed Haley.