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[Sariel of Tevet]

Izaak followed Geirhald and the rest, stopping in front of the door indicated by whatever spirit or sentient being had Haley's sister charmed (whatever you want to call it, you get the idea). He took his locket from under his shirt, kissed it for luck, and replaced it. He then channeled the elements, preparing for what lay ahead.

He turned to the group, a slight tremble of fear and anticipation in his voice. "What exactly is the plan if this 'Crosswind' is behind this door? How are we supposed to kill him or whatever it is that we plan on doing?" While these questions were really mostly directed at Geirhald as the group's leader, he wondered if anyone had an idea.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Infiltration Team

"I could try shooting him with big lasers until he dies." Ephantus offered casually, his warform taking up most of the hallway. Having his servitor body die really was quite inconvenient. Oh, if only he could stop going through them so fast. What he needed was a stronger servitor, clearly. Hmmm, an idea for later he supposed.

"In fact, I'm going to go do that before the man has a chance to monologue."

Ephantus marched down the hallway to the door that the Crosswind lay behind. Rather than opening it, however, Ephantus' ginat middle laser began to charge up and EPhantus fired a giant beam of destructive power through the door and the room beyond.



Interference Team

"I will never be able to unsee this." Leske declared, staring hatefully at Sailor Solar and the destruction he'd just caused. He supposed the destruction was alright, but the man...good god. "We get to kill this guy right?" He asked any of the group around him.

Not waiting for an answer Leske conjured a giant sniper rifle and took aim.

He fired at Solar's head.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Feeling the rage on ridiculous amount of drugs being purged from his system, Fenris’s vision began blurring. All he could feel was the air around him crackling as his hands so elegantly glided up and down the neck of his guitar. The wind began picking up around him creating a torrent of vicious whips. He ascended his guitar and when his hands reached the 24th fret of his high e string the sky erupted in a brilliant flash of white light. The wind sang in beautiful fashion as a tornado of ionization struck down at Sailor Solar.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Interference

"Time to fight fire....with fire."

The Dayman began to scream and bellow in a manner that only the most truly royal can, and a stream of pomp flew forth from his codpiece. The purple light consumed the fire around the city and made it burn hotter than before. The Dayman pushed out his pelvis and directed the flames towards Fenris' tornado, creating a vortex of terrifying proportions to collide with Sailor Solar.

Stratus, meanwhile, had caught up and ran up to Koko, and held the ball of fluff above his head.

"No one! No one can take my kittums away from me! For I, the Atmosfaerie and biker extraordinaire known as Stratus, biggest and baddest guy here, has a hidden talent that none have ever witnessed!"

He reared back in a pitching stance, still clutching Koko.

"I am the number one trainer in all of the Storm Riders! Koko, I choose you!!!"

And with that, Stratus threw her into the fray at a frightening speed.


Villains

The Nightman began to press buttons around the cockpit, sending tiny drones around the checkpoint in order to prepare for the arrival of the racers that would come his way, and then turned to Siri.

"Impressive, so...his IQ is now at 100?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Unison Raid!" Koko cheered, before being scooped up by the clearly mentally unstable man from before.

"Um... What? No, no, waaaaaaiiiit!"

She flew, tail over nose, at Sailor Solar. At the last moment, she managed to free her frying pan from its sheath on her back and use it to absorb the impact she would have made with Sailor Solar's face. The sound resonated like a dim, out of tune gong, before the diminutive feline dropped back to the ground.

"Don't throw people without purrmission, you barbaric Neanderthal," she hissed at Stratus, "Well, since I'm here..." She made a few quick hits with her frying pan to her adversary's legs before bringing the weapon/cookware down on his toes to vault away from the impending vortex of I'm-honestly-not-sure-what-all's-in-it-at-this-point that was approaching. She flipped gracefully in midair, sheathing her frying pain, then landed neatly on Stratus' head.

Her gaze shifted to the Dayman, and she frowned, "Challupa Man has some strange powers. It's kind of embarrassing to even witness," she mused aloud.

[Sariel of Tevet]

SIRI:

Siri chuckle and slips into the chair next to him. "No, more like...101." Her hand lightly slaps at his shoulder, "What a jerk." The cyborg leans back and kicks her feet up onto the dashboard. "So, whats the plan? We gonna crush some heads? Not that there is," She muses, looking out the window in front of her, "much more to crush. Jeez. These people are insane. We are doing the world a favor." SIRI folds her arms and looks over at the Nightman, "So, what do we do? I don't think we should send the idiot out there yet, the Dayman might be able to wake him up. We should completely ruin them though, we should show them that we have their barbarian." She chuckles evilly.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Infiltration Team

Ephantus’ laser burned a red-hot hole through the door to Jereman’s office. And through his desk and chair. And the wall beyond. And continued on into the distance, roasting some passerby birds and confusing farmers out in the fields, oblivious to any commotion occurring in Stormfront. Yes, Ephantus’ beam should have destroyed the Crosswind…but it did not. Come on, what kind of RP do you think this is?

“You…” a low, growling voice sounded over the hum of the destruction beam, “come into my city…kill my soldiers…rob the bank…destroy the city around you because the bank was a giant robot…then you actively begin to cause millions of dollars in property damage…endanger the lives of thousands of peaceful citizens…and now you’ve broken into my palace…” The remainder of the wall facing them burst open to reveal a handsome young man dressed in black with a forest green cape trailing behind him. His blond hair was whipped around by the same invisible wind that blew his cape. He marched out calmly, the edge of Ephantus’ beam unable to pierce the edge of what appeared to be a spherical barrier of swirling air.

Blade Lord Jereman Opheia: The Crosswind
HP: 49678/49678
MP: 5790/5790
Abilities: Invisible Air, Wind Blade, Atmospheric Pressure, Vacuum Seal, Vortex Shredder

“Do you still believe that you are the heroes, here? Wind Blade!” He cut his arm in a downward slice and sent a blade of compressed air flying at Geirhald and company. “That you’re going to somehow win the day?”

Geirhald expanded his form and let the wind blade pass through him (although right at the others) and shouted, “You…stole…home!” He reached out with an limbs of loose sand and tried to squeeze the Invisible Air barrier around Opheia. “Stormfront…my…home!” But it was no use. Geirhald’s form was too dissociated to do much of anything. The Crosswind shrugged him off with a contemptuous sneer.

“I’m willing to bet that you and your Storm Riders” he said the name like something foul had landed on his tongue “have done more damage to your city than I ever did? Have you looked outside? There’s no city left for you to take back! Vacuum Seal!” He clenched his fist and it seemed as if all the air had been sucked out of the hall. For everyone except him, of course. “Give up this foolish campaign. You don’t know the powers you meddle with!”

Interference Team

Sailor Solar recoiled from Koko’s attack in time to witness the Dayman summon the fire tornado. Thinking quickly, he twirled around again, sending bishie sparkles everywhere, and absorbed both his fire and the Dayman’s fire.

“Can…can it be?” Even though the Dayman had figured it out some time ago, Sailor Solar hadn’t been listening. Alright, fine. I didn’t tell him. How was I supposed to know that would turn out to be an important character development point? “Ali…he staggered towards the Dayman before lurching forward and placing both his hands upon the codpiece, feeling every jewel encrusted on the magnificent royal adornment, every subtle ridge and perfection. Oh, how it felt so right in his hands, to have it back after all these years. He yearned for it to once more grace the manscaped wasteland of his loins.

“It is you!” He yanked on the codpiece until the Dayman was pressed face-to-face with Sailor Solar, still gripping the codpiece firmly. “I mean…me…I’m you from the future! Please, you must listen to me! He’s coming! He’s coming hard and fast and soon! He’ll come upon you very took to seize this.” He yanked on the codpiece again for emphasis. “And you must fight him! You must stop his coming!” He began shaking the Dayman violently from the codpiece. “You must not let him have this, do you understand?”

[Sariel of Tevet]

Interference


"Coming?"

The Dayman's royal brow would have ruffled in confusion, but lines upon a royal face are one of the top five offenses to the kingdom, however he managed to convey the emotion anyway.

"He's coming? How dare he come! And before me! Royalty. The Incredibly Handsome and Much Much Better Than You Prince Ali-Hammurabi-dappapa-pastathopoulos-giannis-maleza-demetreus-qui-gon-jinn-julius of The Secluded and Tropical Nation of Koosalagoopagoopakuzbekistanahamas, the 4th, Esquire, Jr. always comes first! Besides, how do I know I can trust you?"

He stared at Sailor Solar, eyes filled with purpose, and somehow felt comforted. Solar's hands were still gripping his codpiece...a feat that no one, save his dearest wife Diane, were allowed to do. However, it didn't feel strange. Alien. His heart welled with comfort. The touch seemed oddly familiar.

He reached down and took Sailor Solar's hands, and brought them up to his proud face. His eyes fell upon the crests of his knuckles, the spirals entrenched into his fingertips, the tender lineless palms of a prince. The Dayman careful loosened his grip and slid his fingers up Solar's arm, to his broad shoulders, and pulled back the collar of his sailor outfit.

"That birthmark. It's...the codpiece shaped birthmark that was given to me by my father. The royal branding process cannot be faked. Not by anyone. It is a secret that has been passed down through the royal centuries."

The Dayman found his own reflection radiating from the vast ocean that was Solar's irises, and he knew.

"You really are..me? Aren't you? So.."

His eyes squinted inquisitively as his fingers fell upon Solar's weathered cheek.

"I really can...trust you. Who is this man and what am I supposed to stop him from...wa...no..."

The Dayman's gaze fell upon his futureganger's royal lineage. It was bare. Cold. Unprotected. He reached out in hopes to give Solar the same sensation of contentment that he was receiving at the still grasping hands of his royal double, but The Dayman's royal grip was betrayed, for there was nothing there. He was soon filled with a sudden emptiness, that didn't radiate from his stomach, nor his soul, but rather from his own codpiece...which mourned its lost brethren.

Royal tears began to trickle down his face as his hopeful advances searched for a codpiece to fill the void of his paramount loneliness. His hands found nothing but the hems of a tattered skirt, a stomach too far past its prime to be redeemed, and a area of royal depression that seemed to radiate outward from reckless abandon of an uncovered royal pair.

"Your codpiece...w...what happened?"

The Dayman sunk in closer, his gaze close enough for Solar to feel his concern. His body melted against the ambiguously royal form in front of him.

"Without the codpiece, you have begun to regress through the social classes. The areas closest to where your royal pride used to protect your lineage seems to be affected the most.

He embraced Solar, royal, perfected arms wrapped around the unworthy form before him, with little regard for the growing socio-economic distance between them. Arms full of purpose, a purpose higher than their social status...a purpose for a quest of something lost, and yet something newly found. A quest to set things right again. A quest of royal love.

The Dayman ruffled the back of Solar's mangy hair and let it fill the spaces between his dazzling fingers, and revealed an ear for his tender words to fall upon.

"What must I do, to retrieve your perfection? How do I begin to right the wrongs I have yet to betray myself with?"

He fell upon the shoulders of the self he wished to leave buried in time, and wept.

"Tell me what to do....Solar-chan."

His tear stained face now hovered immediately before his future self, lips pursed with intent.

"What do I do, so that senpai can finally see how perfect you are."

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Stratus, more somber than usual, his boisterous and self righteous form seemed to be quieted by the presentation before him. He wandered over to the two princes, and placed a hand on either shoulder. With a heavy...heavy sigh he lowered his head, and then pushed away suddenly and vibrantly. He placed his hands around his mouth and yelled.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!"

Villains

The Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Usurped Newscopter Race Report found itself hovering above the checkpoint. The reporter had broken into tears.

" *sniff* I am literally...breaking character right now. I apologize folks." He wiped his eyes and cleared his throat. "But I feel as if we have all just shared a life altering moment together. Truly, this is literally inspiration at its finest. "

The Nightman scoffed and placed his head in his palms and addressed Siri with a defeated sigh.

"Despite this....scene...The Dayman is quite important to our plans. When the race closes, we are to take the codpiece from The Dayman and allow me to control my robot clone army in order to begin to take over all the lands east of here, extending all the way to the Project Midnight hideout. Perhaps Pullio's first task could be to retrieve it for me during the ambush. "

[Sariel of Tevet]

SIRI:

SIRI chuckles "Does the Dayman have to be alive?" She looks over at the writhing mass with a frown. "Pullio will attempt to kill him. Maybe even succeed." The enchantress cocks her head to the side slightly, looking deep into the Nightman's eyes. "And I'm afraid that the Dayman would be too much for him. I'd have to add so much power to him, he might just berserk permanently, which according to GOOGLE, happens in their later stages. IT makes them animalistic, sometimes even turns them into a monstrous beast. For example, look at werewolves from there. Actually, any were- creature was once a berserker. If they are from The Bloody Isles, at least."

[Sariel of Tevet]

“Do you still believe that you are the heroes, here? Wind Blade!”

Geirhald expanded his form and let the wind blade pass through him, which left the rest of the group to deal with the incoming projectile.

Izaak quickly channeled the Element of Air and spun around, causing a dome of swirling air to appear around the remaining people. The Wind Blade flew directly into the Swirling Winds spell and dissipated.

"Well," said Izaak, "that was too close for comfort."

After a bit of yelling from the Crosswind, Izaak heard the words he was afraid of.

"Vacuum Seal!”

That's not good...

Jereman clenched his fist and it seemed as if all the air had been sucked out of the hall. For everyone except him, of course. Just before the spell finished, Izaak managed to get some air into his lungs so that he wouldn't suffocate.

Thinking quickly, he used his remaining breath to intone the word to a spell. "Murum!" Suddenly, a wall of solidified arcane force surrounded the group (all but Ephantus since he was a machine and didn't really need air to survive), separating them from the vacuum that had been created. Izaak then channeled earth, pulling dirt and minerals from around the group and compacting them, creating a rather large stone. He dropped the stone, creating a gaping hole in the floor, which allowed fresh air to flow into the separate space.

Izaak gasped and coughed, his lungs refilling with air. "Is everyone okay?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Villains

"I should think so. Being a part of The Dayman, as I unfortunately am, I would be too worried that his death may affect me."

The Nightman turned and stared out his driver side window. His focus was brought to a blinding light that was no doubt emanating from the egotistical and loving embrace of the hugging Daymen in the distance.

"At any rate, I have big plans for that fool, so that I never have to worry about his annoying presence ever again."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Infiltration Team

Jereman Opheia, still engulfed in his Invisible Air, calmly crossed the hall. “A neat trick,” he called to Izaak. “I didn’t expect another wind mage to be among you.” He examined the force barrier. “No, not a wind mage…just a mage. I know it seems attractive, to master as many disciplines as you can, but you’ll learn one day that specialization is the name of the game!”

He raised both hands into the air and a smaller cyclone appeared briefly. When it faded out, Opheia held in his hands a gleaming blue-green blade that seemed to hold a fierce wind within. “They don’t call me a Blade Lord for nothing! Behold: the Hurricane!”

Then he turned it point-downward and stabbed it into the force barrier. Some of the wind contained within seemed to seep out of the blade and tear at the barrier. “How long can your magic hold, boy?”

Interference Team

Vespi having apparently been somewhere, pulled up next to the Dayman and Sailor Solar making this face.



Solar pulled away, suddenly, tore his hands away from that magnificent codpiece, from the majesty that was such a perfect body. “You must be strong, Ali,” he said quietly. “The Nightman cometh – and he cometh for your loins. But fear not.” He twirled again, summoned his Solar Wand, and posed, flashing the V sign. “In the name of the Sun, I shall protect you…protect me!”

Villains Team

Horror thus far hadn’t been paying attention to anything happening, but snapped to reality when the checkpoint above his head began to speak.

…………Our savior…has…abandoned us. Corruption at ninety percent I had thought…perhaps…but no….Farewell, my friends, it has been an honor to serve alongside you all. Other checkpoints echoed #5’s sentiments. I now accept the sweet embrace of death…..Corruption at ninety-nine percent…I wonder…will I dream?

Corruption at one hundred percent. Control of Checkpoint System transferred to the Nightman and friends.

The arch finally broke, collapsing into a fine dust that scattered on the lightest of breezes. The checkpoint gem that Horror held cracked like a rotten egg and a thick, brilliant fluid spilled forth, speckled with black spots. The spots grew and grew until the entire liquids was as black as midnight. Ass if it had a mind of its own, the black fluid spread all over Horror and the nether beast until they were one black mass that seemed to suggest of the deepest abyss in the world.

And then it was gone, having seeped into them both in a matter of seconds. Horror blinked and turned his hands over. “Oh. That was something else, wasn’t it?” A thought of having a sword passed through his head – and in an instant, his right hand reconfigured itself, bone, skin, and blood, into a fleshy blade.

“Well. It’s a good thing I don’t have any nerves left, eh?” His mount didn’t answer because it was no longer a nether beast. No, it had become a part of him, an extension of his body and mind. “My, my, I’ve become an Elder Being. What’s the plan now, Nightman?”

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INTERFERENCE TEAM

Cale hopped down from from the rooftop and got back on his bike. He rode over to the others and parked, then said, "Makes sense to me." He looked from the completely platonic and totally logical interaction between the Dayman and Sailor Solar to the young, beer-craving "atmosfaerie" beside them. "Oh, uh, you've got something on your... hold on, I'll get it." Climbing down from his chopper, he licked his thumb and walked over to Stratus. He proceeded to rub said thumb all over Koko's face while yelling, "OUT, DAMNED SPOT!"

INFILTRATION TEAM

When Jereman started spouting his accusations, Kayla just shrugged. "I'm just been kinda following everyone around." Then the Crosswind attacked, and Izzak used his magic to defend everyone.

"Is everyone okay?"

She examined her arms and legs just to be completely sure that she was unharmed, confirming that this was the case. "All good over here." She looked back at Izaak, and saw that he was attempting to hold his barrier against Opheia's might. "I should probably do... something?" She looked again at the strange object in her hand, and ran her tumb over its surface. It felt slightly raised in one spot, so she tried pressing down. Immediately a blade made of pure energy erupted from one end of the machine, which was apparently a hilt of some sort. The blade was shaped like a katana, and glowed a bright, neon pink.

"Not really my style, but I guess it will work. I wonder what else I can..." she began to concentrate, drawing upon her magical energy while attempting to imagine something like the wind barrier, but which only served to keep the air from escaping, and was small enough so that it only protected her, and thus would not require too much energy. Sure enough, something began to slowly appear around her. It looked like a thin bubble, and seemed to trap the air around her body.

Satisfied, she walked over to Izzak's side. "Are you able to let me pass through without letting him in? He's tough, but I might at least be able to distract him while you guys come up with a way to beat him."

VILLAINS

Sark, who was waiting beside his own checkpoint, yawned and held his arm out in front of him. A blade sprung out from his forrearm, then retracted. "Oh my, a new power that I can- oh wait, I could already do that. Congratulations, Horror. You've learned an incredibly simple trick. Though, for an abomination such as yourself, I suppose that is quite a feat."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Infiltration
Spirit
Her fingers clutched together for a moment. "But I have to- I need..." Spirit shook her head "Fine" she said, sternly giving up. Eventually Running after Geirhald. "For god sake, I do not even know who you all are, or why I am doing this, it is not like I benefit in anyway for all of this!"
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Selene/Alias

Selene was silent for a moment, a lettuce headed fellow just talking to her like this was an everyday thing. "Purifiers? is that who they were, well... maybe he did say something about some Purifiers, there leader I mean..." Selene murmured, her echo like voice still making her low voice sound louder then it actually was. Her hands started to drip little water drops on the ground, but only slowly.

"I don't have much time, I need to find some water, preferably a sizable body of water l-like a lake, or if not one of them a streaming river would be good enough... but all I know about the purifiers is that they grabbed me for merely not being human... I- I don't know about the lizard behind me, but at least that was there reason for me.. trying to find a weakness in elemental's I guess." Her form seemed smaller, the very water she was made up by losing shape. "I-I need to go now, maybe we can talk again when I am not on the verge of having to go through hours of grueling reformation. Thank you for saving me though, and my name is Selene." She would remember to tell everyone she met that she had that name now.

She melted to the ground, quickly washing away by the walls of buildings and seeking out a water source to keep herself alive so to speak.
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When Selene had left, Alias rose to his full height. Eyeing the place Selene had dispersed around until she was fully gone. Then he turned his gaze to the Lettucehead. "Jer-am-iah? Jere-miah... yes, Purifiers study us... in case they cross others like us. Find weaknesses, then crush us." He shrugged his bruised and possibly broken forearm. "-crush us" he growled. "I will crush them, then kill them." He shouted, then took a minute to regain control of himself. "You hate purifiers too?"

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Spirit
Spirit dodged the high winds, doing an extremely quick cartwheel like flip away, brandishing her impervious sword as she spun in mid air. Then landed on her feet, slowly; Spirit looked back and forth between each member of the group. Then shook her head "This does not benefit me, and does not affect me... this is not my fight..." she murmured. Sheathing her blade and looking at the others with a simple shrug. "Sorry-" she pulled up her mask and flipped up her hood, only her dangerous looking and at the same time piercing golden eyes visible under the visage "-but I am not sorry." She flipped her hands wide open to the others as if to say 'c'ya later!' as she backed up, then sprinted off down the hall. When she got to the stairwell where the invisible girl Haley and her sister were.

Spirit whispered her apologies for interrupting and snatched the watch with a quick gesture. When she turned to the downward stairs, she heard the noise of many feet, then looked back to the close Haley before bolting back up the stairs and away back toward the room with the fighting and that enemy known as Jereman. "Maybe there is a window I can jump out of? that seems to be my lucky charm every mission anyway...." she thought. When she burst in the room, Spirit did indeed see a window. Though it was behind the boss Jereman. Kissing her palm for good luck despite the dark black covering over half her face. She sprinted past the others it seemed in slow motion, when in reality it just seemed slow for her since her life was on the line.

Jereman stabbed his sword forward as she drew hers, and she jumped atop the blade. Then diving over his head to the window tried to hit her again, from which she blocked with a high pitched clang against his own sword, her own blade impervious to most destruction, she then broke through the window, unfortunately leaving a peace of her black scarf behind on the window "God I hope that mage cannot use it as a magical compass or something" and began to fall from a great height. It was higher then she thought they were at the time, but she kept her cool mostly as she stabbed her blade into the stone wall, and began to slide down the structure. After a minute she hit a bump in the surface and her blade was lodged out. Spirit was not very high up, but she managed to still end up falling into a market stall, dust rained down as she landed through the sheet roofing of the stall then onto the merchants dealing table, Haley's watch still in hand. The merchent looked at her with wide eyes, then looked past her.

Spirit followed her gaze to see Mystic and Shadow sitting down apparently awaiting her return patiently, heads cocked to the side in a questioning look. "Ugh, where were you two? Bad Mystic, bad Shadow... you are both grounded a week for gods sake." She grumbled, getting off the market stall with a huff. The two wolves apparently took her word to kind and Mystic hid Shadows eyes with her paws while shadow hid Mystics eyes. They both knew they were in trouble. "Ugh, like sister like sister." she sighed, then looked around. "Wheres the barbarian you two were so fond of- wait- never mind... I don't want to know..." she murmured. "Just- come on, lets get out of here." Spirit got up and began walking away, to which she heard the merchent behind her. "Um, you selling that watch'o some'thin man?" he called. Spirit waved him off then headed for the gates, sheathing her sword then cracking her knuckles, then finally her neck with a resounding amount of snaps. "Ahhh, so that was why I was so cranky" she sighed blissfully.

The last thing the merchant heard was Spirit saying she needed a chiropractor or something.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Interference

The Dayman shook his head at his future self.

"Protect me? No..no Solar-chan."

He inched his way back closer.

"I will protect you. And what is the best protection of all? Aside from codpieces, of course."

The Dayman held his arms apart and began to glow with power, however it was a new power. Instead of his usual purple pomp hue, he began to glow the most incredible shade of gold that anyone had ever seen. He came in for a supercharged power hug, nuzzled his face into the side of Sailor Solar's neck, and shouted.

"ROYAL LOVE!!!"

And with that, a ray of royal love swarmed the two embracing princes and shot up into the sky, setting it ablaze with the powers of love and royalty, and more love. The clouds began to cry, possibly from the pain of being set on fire, and possibly from seeing such a beautiful moment. Who can really say? I'm a writer, not a meteorologist. Royal love infused rain/tears began to descend upon the city/wasteland of Stormfront. The golden shower swept every person, animal, fungus, hobo, woman, group members, and collapsed buildings and bathed them in its glory. In one, drawn out, almost a little instant.......instance......the entire city was rebuilt and cleansed of all forms of poverty, vagrancy, and just generally everything associated with the working class. Everyone in the area gained exactly pi social status points, complete with a codpiece keychain as proof.

"Now! Let's spread out and conquer those last three checkpoints!"

The Dayman slapped Sailor Solar on the ass and gave a thumbs up to the rest of the party.

"But leave The Nightman checkpoint to the princes. I have a failed destiny to avert."

Stratus reached up a hand and ruffle the fur on top of Koko's head.

"Her name isn't Spot, Cale. Does Koko look like a dog to you? Why would I name her Spot."

Stratus lifted up his codpiece keychain to his face and slapped the side of it so that it would spin around.

"Man, these would be alot cooler if they weren't life sized. It isn't fair to you all that my codpiece is so huge and manly compared to everyone else in the city. You know us atmosfaeries!"

Villains

The Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Usurped Newscopter Race Report began to circle around the last remaining checkpoints.

"Well folks, and by folks I mean Villain Squad, it seems as if the racers are headed for the home stretch! The white flag is out and the last lap is upon us. Ready up viewers! This will be a battle royal for the ages."

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Notta spot," Koko echoed the "atmosfaerie" and unsheathing her frying pan. It connected with Cale's forehead with the signature "doink" sound. She nodded.

"Now that that's done with," She directed her most scathing glare to the twin (which... wasn't really all that scathing), then turned her eyes to the course ahead, "Let's go. It's almost time for my afternoon nap, and I have this strange desire to see this through to the end. If this has an end. I mean really, we've been going for pages, and I didn't even show up at the start."

Blinking a few times, she patted Stratus on the head, then pointed straight forward with her frying pan, "Ahead, oh species confused one (seriously you should see someone about that)! We have a newly rebuilt city to re-break!"

She eyed the suspiciously shaped keychains, then huffed, blowing a tuft of bubblegum pink out of her eyes, "Were these really necessary? We couldn't just get the stat boost? Yarn would have been far more preferable... Or a nice, tasty fish..." her eyes glazed over briefly with thoughts of tasty lunch before she shook herself out of it.

"Where were we? Oh yeah, breaking stuff. And possibly people. And then lunch. And then a nap," A quick nod and a giggle signaled her readiness for the final leg of the race to begin.

[Sariel of Tevet]

"I can," said Izaak, "and I can do one better." Turning his attention back to the Crosswind, he focused his mind, and began pushing back with the arcane force comprising the wall. "Try this on for size...BOY! RUMPERE!!"

The word of power manipulated the arcane energy, pulling it together and forming a sphere of pure energy that was still keeping Jereman's blade at bay. He then blasted the oncoming Blade Lord back, following up immediately with an updraft of air to toss him up, and a gust of wind to push him back farther. He ended his onslaught by conjuring a stone barrier to hold Orpheia in place for a short time.

"Quickly!" Izaak commanded. "While he's vulnerable! Strike him down!!"

[Sariel of Tevet]

INTERFERENCE TEAM

Doink! This was the sound that Cale's forehead made after being struck by the frying pan. Yes, you read that correctly. He blinked twice, then massaged the spot where he had been hit. "Alright, um... OW." He sighed, and gave Koko a stern look. "No, Kokomo! Bad dog!" He punctuated his scolding by flicking her on the nose. Then, he turned to the Dayman and Sailor Solar. "Anyway, do either of you have any ideas on where the next checkpoint is?"

INFILTRATION TEAM

Kayla nodded, then rushed forward with as fierce a battle cry as she could muster. She reached into her jacket, and found more of the strange objects she had woken up with. She found switches on each of them similar to that of her sword, and after pressing them they too sprouted blades, becoming a handful of futuristic kunai. She threw them all at Jereman, then jumped into the air. As she descended she held her katana in front of her, tip pointed straight at the Crosswind's heart.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Fenris and Scrambles both looked on the sight in awe. They watched the 2 men near the point of ravaging eachother for about 6 minutes now.

“So…” Scrambles uttered. “Is this gay? Or…”

“You know… I think it’s technically masturbation.” Fenris said.

Chulupa man and Sailor Solar embraced the pimp kings’ cod piece and erupted in extacy, and somehow rebuilding the entire city that had been leveled by the groups antics. Fenris walked over to the nearest being, it happened to be Cale, and hugged him lovingly.

“It’s just so *beep*ing beautiful!” Fenris nuzzled into his shoulder.

Scrambles looked around at the city and had a sudden realization. “Fenris! The city is back! That means your apartment and all of your drugs are pro-“

*Large explosion happens in the distance for no obvious reason*

“”Well nevermind.” Scrambles ran over to Fenris and patted his leg. “It’s alright buddy.”

Fenris just nuzzled deeper into Cale’s shoulder and sobbed a little. “Just tell me it’ll be alright.”

[Sariel of Tevet]

The City

Vespi

This was getting ridiculous. Vespi wheeled her bike (with Scarlet still in tow) around to find the Dayman embracing an apparently future version of himself, the city rebuilt, and three villains from an unrelated side plot suddenly making themselves related. All without any word from Geirhald still. That made her nervous – and lightning didn’t get nervous. Lighting was swift and sure, striking without warning and without mercy.

Sandstorms were equally unforgiving, she had to remind herself. They swept across the landscape in a dark, billowing clouds of so fine, individual grains were all but invisible. Yet, together, they formed an unrelenting wave of destruction. Geirhald was that unrelenting wave. He would see the mission through if for nothing else than that.

No. He’ll do it for me. The thought made her smile sadly.

A few other Storm Riders had pulled up beside her – a Rainstorm, a Wildfire, and an Avalanche – looking uncertain.

“We’re still running interference.” She forced the sharp crack of electricity back into her voice. “Until Geirhald confirms the success of the mission…we run interference.” Or until he fails. “That means those three” she indicated the Nightman, Horror, and Sark “are our new targets. We keep them occupied. Clear?” When they didn’t respond right away, she said again, “Are we clear?” A flash of lightning punctuated her words and made them nod vigorously.

“Then go!” She revved and sped off.

Horror

Horror, tired of being that guy who just lets things happen to him, decided to not be that guy who just lets things happen to him. “Stow it Sark,” he said airily. “Some of us were in stasis for a while. I’m sure the rest of my abilities will manifest quickly enough.”

He spied Fenris getting a little two comfortable with Cale. “Did you know, Sark, that before I was taken, I was revered as a god?” He snatched a few impossibly unsuspecting passers-by with a tentacle arm and pumped pure liquid horror into them. They mutated instantly, exploding and twisting this way and that until they looked like meaty skeletons walking upside down. And backwards. “Oh yes. The people of the Land of Stone and Sand thought I was some god or another come back to walk the earth. Course the local Pharaoh didn’t like that and had me mummified. That’s why I don’t have any internal organs anymore, you see. Anyway, I caused a plague when I was awakened.” He grinned amiably at Sark. “What have you done in your time?”

The Twisted constructions began to slither and squirm towards Fenris. The fastest one joined the shoulder-nuzzling. He made a sound that was almost a sob, dripping some kind of fluid onto Fenris’ hair. “Don’t worry…it’ll be…alright…” it moaned.

Sailor Solar

Sailor Solar giggled at the booty-pat, embarassed flames spurted from his ears. “Looks like they’re beginning to march, my fine youthful self. That means it is time for you and I – me and me – you and you – to bring the Light!”

He spun that Solar Wand like a professional majorette and kicked his leg like a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. “Dayman…Ah AH aaaaahh…” he began to sing

Jeremiah Lettucehead

Jeremiah pantomimed some kung fu moves before answering Alias. “Yeah, man. They tore up my homeland real good, you see? We kicked ‘em out – the Vegetabloid Undergrowth. Well, I guess we’re the Overgrowth now. I’m part of the Spores; we go around hunting the Purifiers, keeping them from interfering with other folks who didn’t do nothing.”

He blinked in surprise at the sight of the city reforming around them. “Whoa, baby. This is definitely some Purifier ish going down. Whaddya say, Scales? Let’s you and me go find the source of this noise and put the Purifiers out of…where are we…Stormfront? Yeah, let’s kick them out of this place for good!”

His place swooped down and landed beside him. “Seats two. You can work the guns.”

Infiltration Team

Although mostly unharmed, Jereman Opheia was unexpectedly caught off guard by Izaak’s wind gust – and then Kayla’s kunai. He recovered, still maintaining the Invisible Air, but not enough to act before Kayla’s katana found its mark. The wind barrier kept it from his heart, but she managed to slip through much more than he had anticipated.

“You are much more powerful than I thought,” he growled. He still held Hurricane, but just staying alive had kept him from using it once more. “I do so despise ninjas. Atmospheric Pressure – twofold!” Suddenly the weight of two atmospheres pressed down on Kayla and Kayla alone. “That should hold you. Now, who’s left?” He fixed his eyes on Izaak. “The wind mage…” Geirhald recovered and went to stand by Izaak. “And the Fairy. But who burned a hole through my door?”

That’s when he finally noticed Ephantus – and cursed himself for having taken so long. “Of course. You.” He remembered Ephantus from his time with Project: Midnight. The odd machine hive-mind had a way of seeming to belong in whatever situation it put itself in, even as it stood out as a fox in a henhouse, a curiously apt metaphor, he mused wryly. “You’re not with…her, are you, Ephantus?”