Let the games begin...

Sitting in a comfortable (enough) chair and reviewing documents, Faeral’s attention turned towards their visitor. The very poise the man walked with commanded respect, a certain air about him likely to force even the most ragamuffin of street urchins standing at attention as he walked by…which made it all the more hilarious to watch that mold break away into the excited “old man” persona. A half-smile grew at the man’s greetings, General Lawson certainly an “interesting” fellow as far as the dark haired knight was concerned. His mind could only boggle on which might be his true side if not a little bit of both. Such was probably the nature of most of the Special Ops branch, though one might not imagine it staring at the (usually) regal man.

News of a new assignment both piqued his interest and awakened his sense of caution at the same time. Their last “assignment” found the lot of them fighting doppelgangers after all and forcing the quartet to overcome their personal strengths and weaknesses. At least he felt safe in theorizing as such when Subaru admitted to fighting a clone much as he had since the mirror forced everyone apart, including Faeral and Subaru.

The white haired woman gently placed down the final tea cup, the stoic warrior and companion that was Subaru having taken up the mantle given Lissica’s…less than stellar performance last time. It’d been a group vote of sorts to leave tea preparation and serving duties to her, the woman bowing her head a bit towards the general as he offered this new assignment. She merely watched without reaction to the dissonance between his appearance and words, expression hardening a little at the grim tone he left in his wake.

Faeral’s smile quickly vanished as he peered at the paper, setting the stack he’d been reviewing aside. However he’d leave it to their “esteemed leader” to do the honors of reading and informing the troops of their orders. Wouldn’t be good to step on any toes after all and the man only understood a small fraction of Rassy’s personality – figuring it a good idea not to say that nickname aloud.

’Hmm? A map eh? If only it lead to treasure…but I suppose we’ll see what’s there.’ After all ‘treasure’ could be what one made of it, he simply hoped this didn’t involve another mirror battle with a whimpering, sniveling spirit clinging to one of them.


Staring at the structure Faeral raised an eyebrow, ’Quite the light show they have here. Can’t wait to tell my friends. They don’t have a light show this big…save maybe Erika.’ Gods knows what that woman could pull out of thin air at times, but he wouldn’t doubt it as the tall gentleman made his way around the building. Each wall sported a traditional quality most people sought after, though he couldn’t truly place a desire in the first three. ‘Power’ he’d had here and there in some lifetimes, whether openly or as a shadow behind a ruler, and considering his primary goal for the moment required a bit more subterfuge…it wasn’t holy necessary. ‘Knowledge’ could be useful, very useful and he did quite enjoy it….however Faeral found some of the fun involved stemmed from the discovery stage. Simply and suddenly knowing things sounded boring, though internally the man admitted this was a bit presumptuous.

’Ah. Respect.’

How it amused him that a picture of a human stood before it…the species that could offer it and then immediately rescind it. They could bow to one another and then tear everything from someone before finally taking the final thing: their life. Even that could end in utter disrespect unless the person groveled. Shaking the dark and descending thoughts before they could fully grip him the man moved on. Respect was required, but he’d earn it where necessary.

The final side piqued his interest, sporting no picture and merely “The “D”” whatever that might mean. While lifetimes of curiosity ending badly encouraged the man to perhaps fall back towards a potentially safer, more understood one the simple mystery of this one captivated him. ’Well if they insist on one of the other three I’ll go along with that I suppose…’ Subaru would vote alongside him, her vote even more passive than his so the musician turned towards the other two, ”Votes? I must admit I’m curious what “The “D”” might stand for and involve…but if you are more interested in another symbol I won’t complain.”

Erika, or rather Lissica had been busily preparing tea and other various snacks as the fairly imposing man entered the room, and started to speak rather oddly. Erika had done a bit of research on this guy, or rather what she could actually find out about him, his records were very... hard to come by, but that's probably what you got when you were so high up, all the important stuff was hidden. Still his little record of having unusual speech patterns showed itself, and Erika had to question his vernacular, but at the same time respect it a bit, he got that far by speaking the way he wished too, she viewed it as stupid herself, but he stuck to his principals and Erika could at the very least understand that. A bit refreshing that the orders were coming from someone other than Rasparov, she really got sick and tired of having to up with this little farce and take orders from someone else, but it needed to be done so she just grinned and bore it.

The man with the weird speaking voice dropped off a map, which Erika could only guess would be where the next assignment was going to take them, thankfully this meant that it was a group adventure from someone up at the top, as she previously thought, and could show a bit more flare to try and get a promotion. Still she would follow Faeral's lead on this and Rasparov's too, at least until the time was right for her to shine a bit that is.

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The area cascaded with aqua colored light, filling the strange structure with a humble yet ominous glow. Erika could tell that this place was special, but also a potential threat, she didn't know quite yet what all of it would entail, but she did know that this was just another step she had to take on her path to glory. How odd, it was very interesting that there were several different choices, one of which, was, of course, the D. now Erika was no stranger to the D, she had enjoyed the D much in her life, she even used it in her name, it stood for danger because having danger as a middle name was cool. Regardless, this was the moment she had been sort of waiting for, now they could see just what this whole thing was about.

"Oh my, I mean the D... you don't think it could mean... well I sppose we could try it, I just hope it isn't... you know... lewd.."

If Rasparov could have killed the man before him he would have. He was a disgrace, and had he not had to hide his true self he would gut him like the pig he was. Alas, there were two other witnesses that he did not need turning him in. Thus, the Rune Knight would simply go along with the mission and hope for the best. Opening the document would reveal a map, one he would use to bring the trio to a spectacular show of light that led to a pyramidic pillar with a symbol on each site.

The first was a sword, the word power beneath it. Power was something that many wanted. War, death, any many other things could result from it. The second was a book, the word knowledge following suit. Knowledge could be used as a type of power, or something used for a greater purpose. After that was a silhouette of a human body, the word respect labeled underneath it. Respect was something that was earned. It was not something one could choose to have for another, or from another, at will. Fourth, and lastly, there was one side which had no image with it and held two words; The D. What did that last one mean? Defense? Dependance? Death? Or could it be something more...lewd? Surely it wouldn't be something like that! For all they knew it could have been dance or destruction.

"I am curious as to what 'The D' is supposed to mean as well. It seems we're all in agreement for taking this one, so I guess we pour magical essence into it and go from there." A hand would reach out to touch the surface, the tall man with one eye putting magic into the object to show that that was the path they wished to take. He prayed to whatever divine power the others thought may be watching them now, though he knew there was no such thing, and wished that whatever challenge it may be to be a decent one; nothing stupid like surviving a death orgy or some kind of naked trials.

They’d been in agreement. Horrible, deranged, possibly drug-based agreement, but one nevertheless. As things happened he couldn’t help wondering if they’d somehow received a high from placing their magical energy into the final option as the very obviously phallic structure rose up from the ground. What might’ve shown up if they’d opted for one of the other things? The picture depicted next to the word? Or maybe…maybe this last option had been merely a cosmic joke in case some silly kids happened along…’Well…no matter,’ he decided in the confines of his mind, Amarylis sharing a like-minded view on the matter. Then again that was her stance on most things, a trait he quite appreciated since it meant he always had one level-headed person at hand.

Still the tenta-donks coming in various colors of the rainbow were a sight to behold and though he kept a polite smile on his face the man outright grinned on the inside. ’Good to know that regardless how long I’ve lived…there are still things to see and discover in the worlds.’ Wherever the four were about to be taken…well their sanity and restrictions on prohibited contraband would likely be put into heavy question, but above all else Faeral sincerely doubted…

…that it’d be boring.

The inside left him pondering this vessel even more as he took in the very oddly decorated walls. In fact it required a few moments of consideration to realize that it was what he thought on the walls and not a bunch of odd, other things. Clusters of what he realized to be cereal currently decorated the walls amidst a sea of milk – and he could say that for certain given its pure color and consistency as it somehow defied all gravity and flowed around the islands of (possibly) “snacks” or…maybe the tenta-donks hadn’t had breakfast? Or assumed they’d skipped the most important meal of the day? Upon closer inspection he could accurately say that it appeared mostly conglomerations of Captain Crunch – only a few Crunch Berries to be seen in those piles – and the odd half-orb of Fruity Pebbles. Then again that was merely the walls, the things leaving him a bit preoccupied before his eyes might eventually turn to the other innards of the rather spacious place.

Once the "D" had been chosen and emerged, Erika knew that she shouldn't have smoked that big doobie before she came into work today, but alas she had, and now the drug trips would seem far worse. Granted she had stolen the devious drug device from one of their fellow coworkers after stomping on his couch some more, but seriously this was just beyond weird, even if she was high in the sky. Still Erika had seen enough of the H material too know where this was going, and she was preparing her body, only to be slightly disappointed by the potential offerings of strange excitement, and instead was met with a milky paradise of weird... food stuff. Of course, it was just food, and actual milk, they had done it, they had found the land of milk and honey that a certain little bear had desired to find, this was it the glorious landscape of amazing fruitful cereal goodness, but Erika couldn't help but wonder just... one thing.

"Where's the cream filling!?"

It was a question that had been on Erika's mind, surely there was cream filling in such a large object though it did appear bigger on the inside right now, which was also normal, such things weren't too big on the outside more about all the power and hugeness on the inside, it was how you used it and the milk and not how big it was.

"In uh... all seriousness though where in the world are we, I mean we are here right and not just tripping harder than a frat party gone, bad... or right... right? Like... what if, and I mean what if... we are actually just knocked out and they stole all our loot and left us in embarrassing poses? I might be stuck next to Rasparov..."

Erika, speaking in her timid Lissica voice mostly wanted to try and move the conversation along, in case something didn't happen, which honestly she expected something else strange to happen, since this could obviously get stranger, and if one assumed it couldn't they were a fool.

No, nope, negatory! Rasparov was NOT doing a mission that was this stupid. It was like he was hi...well he had hit some drugs before leaving for the mission. That, however, did not explain everyone else also seeing this insanity. Turning to leave, Rasparov noticed one of the tentacle laces donkey's rearing for a headbutt. Stepping to the side to quickly dodge it, his own shadow would begin to move of its own accord; the man jumping up and onto the donkey even as his shadow kicked at where the family heirlooms were located. A whine left the donkey he had leapt onto, the poor creature getting kicked where it hurt, as Rasparov looked towards the golden phallus to see a mass of tentacles erupt forth and come directly at him.

Swords would come out and attempt to cut through the appendages, though to no avail! They were indestructible, and they were latching on to him and dragging him in against his will. Once inside he would be dropped, unceremoniously, to the ground to see the land of milk and honey on the inside. What kind of hell had they gotten forced into? Cereal on the walls, milk and honey, and the ceiling was covered in phallic images that were shaped into balloon creatures that looked like the characters off of children's cereal boxes. "This is ridiculous. Let's find the way out of here and find that idiotic commander. I'll slit his throat the next time I see him, whether it is in public or not." Teeth ground after he said the words. The tall man was not happy with their current situation at all, and there was no convincing him otherwise. Maybe they would get lucky and it would get better from here. It couldn't get much worse, could it?

Ah yes, things went from simplistically odd to outright drug-trippingly random soon after they entered. Honestly the man wondered if he mightn’t have caught a contact high from someone else at some point with how silly this all was, Faeral the upstanding sort of gent who didn’t partake in such illegal activities – because they’d proved a bit too random and somewhat boring in another life – but he seriously couldn’t help thinking this was all…life’s sad attempt to be strange and going a tad too overboard in desperation. After all it couldn’t simply end with cereal walls and dildo-balloon cereal characters to match…oh no, a certain leprechaun had to charge after a potato thing that seemed to give way to potatolings that he barely refrained from turning into a mashed form. ’If we could get some sour cream could probably whip up something decent in here…’

He paid little heed to the dancing man as sometimes a gentleman simply had to strut his stuff even if it involved a lack of skin or anything, but he didn’t sport any genitals so at least the fairer of their teammates didn’t need to shield their eyes. Not that Subaru batted an eye at anything else, her goals simpler than anyone else’s in the room, merely at the ready to cleave the man in twain if he wandered too close.

The next room proved less breakfast friendly, the man not even daring to touch the walls – though he’d wished it sported something more lunch or dinner oriented. ’Gravy wouldn’t have been bad to go with the potato creatures…though I guess one could call this gravy too…or perhaps some form of soup would’ve been a nice touch.’ Oh gods maybe it was some sort of contact high cause it felt like he had a slight case of the munchies coming on!

Staring at the altering visage of the general as he went through multiple transformations the man could only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. The ensuing puns didn’t help in the least as another sigh escaped. Drawing his sword the last of the man’s patience wore out as the creatures arrived…screw what the displaced voice wanted, they would finish as they pleased any others be damned!

His white haired partner had barely unsheathed her sword before the usually sophisticated and refined Faeral had a go at one of the creatures, pretenses be damned: he wanted blood. Or whatever the hell spouted out of these things. As one shot out a payload through the ridiculous trunk a hand clamped down, forcing the thing to snort-choke its ridiculous snot back down. Wriggling and fighting for breath at the same time the man slashed the thin blade through the thing, forced to give another harsh jerk when it snagged two-thirds of the way through. As skittles began flowing from the shortened snout he shoved the thing into the frog-like creature’s mouth, letting it further choke on the rainbow and its own flesh as he stabbed the blade through the candy-spouting hole, ”THIS IS FOR CAPTAIN CRUNCH YOU ASSHOLES! WE WENT TO THE ACADEMY TOGETHER AND HOW DARE YOU BETRAY HIS TRUST LIKE THAT! AND TRIX ISN’T ONLY FOR KIDS! LET THE GODDAMNED RABBIT HAVE SOME IF YOU’RE GOING TO USE HIS VISAGE TO SELL YOUR FUCKING PRODUCTS! BE HAPPY HE DOESN’T SHIT IN EVERY BOX!”

At this point Subaru was a bit speechless, unsure whether to question the M&M’s currently pooling on the floor from the frog she’d beheaded or the fact her master was currently yelling about cereal characters as he just about tortured the thing. Then again the world was starting to become painfully technicolor for the familiar...

Erika could have been paying attention up until this point, but she wasn't, it was foolish to try and grasp what exact was going on right now unless she too was feeling the same emotions, which of course wouldn't come from just looking around. The land of milk and honey had changed into the land of splooge and stank, and Erika was too dank to experience such wank without being cranked. The strange man who was a horse and several other things made a bunch of puns based around, the male genitalia, which gave Erika the right amount of time to get her ultimate plan underway, which was flawless like all of her plans before it. This broom that had fallen on the ground wouldn't sweep her up in its lies as a voice boomed around, she would become invincible to this places plights, and would show all these innuendos that her's was the one that could pierce the heavens, and make them yell "kyaa!" in delight. Wiping her nose, and swallowing the pill she popped, Erika looked with blood red eyes and an insane gaze towards the ceiling.

"YOU FOOL!? YOU THINK YOU CAN SHOW ME A GLORY HOLE, I AM THE GLORY HOLE, FOR I AM A BOTTOMLESS PIT OF GLORY! YOUR MACHINATIONS HAVE NO EFFECT UPON MY FORM, FOR I HEAR THE VOICES TOO, AND I KNOW THAT THE COLOR PURPLE IS DELICIOUS! ONE CANNOT MAKE ONE HIGH UNLESS THEY WISH TO BECOME EVENER HIGH. CHSITOPHER NOLAN UP IN THIS BITCH, I'M MORE CRANKED THAN THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES VILLAIN, TECHNICOLORDROME RAINBOW!"

Looking around rapidly Erika noticed Faeral rush one of the creatures and scream about how it violated his favorite characters. Erika would have been jealous of this captain crunch if she hadn't eaten his cereal out of revenge, that would show him, no fictional waifu would claim Faeral from her, she would murder them too fast, as nothing went over her head, her ego was too powerful! Then she saw it, the holy grail, the creature bleeded candy, not just any candy, but skittles! SHE FUCKING LOVED SKITTLES. It was on like donkey kong doing his tax returns and trying to file them quarterly in time... I mean like the video game!

"HOLY SHIT, THEY BLEED SKITTLES!? I FUCKING LOVE SKITTLES, IF I COULD I WOULD BE A SKITTLES, OR AT LEAST HAVE MY NAME BE SKITTLES, I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED RIGHT NOW, YOU THINK THE WALLS ARE WET, WELL YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING!"

The entire time she yelled this non-sense, Erika was rushing towards her foe, bobbing and weaving with the grace of only one who was incredibly intoxicated with the pure rush of various drugs. The crash would be horrible, but for now, she was untouchable! Grabbing the poor little creature, by the nose just like Faeral had to make sure it would bleed the delicious candy she wished to partake, Erika had her free hand turn into threads and flung it into the creature, gutting it from the inside and dragged it's putrid and strange guts out. It smelled awful just like the walls, Erika's mind spinning she was becoming filled with rage!

"THIS ISN'T SKITTLES, THIS IS JUST DISGUSTING MAN JUICE, I WAS LIED TOO! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THE GOVERNMENT!?"

Punching the poor thing in the face a few times, Erika continued her rant.

"THIS IS WHAT I THINK OF WELFARE! TAKE MY MONEY HUH WEIRD FROG JIZZ GOVERNMENT, WELL I'LL SHOW YOU. THIS IS THE BILL OF RIGHTS!"

She slugged it with her right hook.

"THIS IS THE MAGNACARTA!"

head butting the things corpse Erika winded up for her last insult.

"AND THIS IS TIM ALLEN'S MANUEL FOR HOW TO FIX YOUR CAR."

Throwing the creature to the ground she glared at it.

"DID YOU EXPECT ME TO DO SOMETHING!? BITCH, REAL MEN DON'T READ THE INSTRUCTIONS!"

It was then that another one of the creatures, the second she would fight, launched its attack, and she dodged to the side, and gave it an insane glare that would make even the hardcore yandere's jealous.

Rushing towards it yet again, she continued the same attack pattern, except this time she grabbed both side of the thing, lifted it above her head with her threads and screamed as she pulled it in two.

"O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon against self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead, nay not so much, not two, So excellent a king, that was, to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the wings of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth, Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if the increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet within a month - Let me think not on't; frailty, thy name is woman - A little month, or ere these shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she - O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourned longer - married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her gall'd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue."

"ROSEBUD, KAMILA, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

Tearing it in half, she dodged backwards to avoid getting the creatures insides on her proper, while a man off in a distant land would sneeze as he killed another victim, feeling the power flowing from a truly worthy kill, or mayber it just tasted like skittles.

Rasparov no longer had any clue what was going on anymore. Faeral was going ballistic and yelling about cereal characters while bashing one of the frog thing's brains out while Erika went on a super drug trip and began to spout the most glorious of nonsense as she did the same. The tall Rune Knight sighed as one of the stupid things spat at him, his eyes seeing it coming and not moving as he no longer cared at this point. The strange liquid was warm as it hit his face before dripping down off his chin to the ground.

He had expected it to be some kind of painful attack, not what it actually was; the worst acid trip ever. Colors took shape and shapes turned into sound as the frog thing turned into a monkey in a top hat. The lit cigar let loose a purple smoke as Rasparov drew his swords, both of which were now rubber chickens.

Suck my left nut, you inhuman nerd."

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Rune Knights, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Dark Guilds and I have over 300 confirmed kills.

I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in my division. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words.

You think you can get away with saying that shit to me while I'm high? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am thinking of one the ways I can kill you.

Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Rune Knights and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue.

But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it.

You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

Charging at the monkey, which did not even try to move, Rasparov cleaved it into bits with his rubber chickens before noticing another monkey throwing a flaming turd at him. The projectile was dodged easily, the thrower finding a chicken flying at him before it impaled it's head; killing it instantly.

Vengeance would be his for being slogged through this lunacy and for the admirable Admiral Captain Crunch! Though why his parents chose “Captain” as a first name the man would never figure out. As the silly dancing men came out he sheathed his blade after cleaning it of blood, the rapier left to dangle at his hip as a silver flute glittered into existence in his hand. It was time for a wicked solo…well with a few backup players, the pyreflies hidden around the room – some within the discarded pants no less – though most of them stuck to the same instrument with only one or two deviating to violins. As he played an upbeat and quick melody a few of the men from the group found themselves swayed by the song even if in their minds it sounded more like a heavy metal song that really got their blood pumping.

Pulling away from the group they formed a circle and started running in place, chanting “Yaah! Yaah! Yaah!” as if to get themselves ready for game day before pulling away and seemingly starting different dance numbers from one another. After a few seconds of that silly nonsense they converged before striking a group pose: now properly ready to fight for their mind-controlling master. Not that Faeral cared to figure out the necessity behind this as long as they did what he required of the group: they could do whatever they liked as long as they got the job done.

Now pumped up from their odd little session two of the men shot forward, one boosting the other with his speedster magic, muscles twitching in excitement as they always did whenever he used his spells. His partner in this bulrush activated one of his spells, skin turning blue and oddly smooth to the touch as he belched an orb of energy at one of the other fellows who’d danced their way into the room. The orb collided with an icy heart, the mini-splosion creation a small gray cloud of smoke that the beefy speed user jumped through moments later, hands high up and legs bent as if he’d done a girly jump for joy, mouth in a small “o” shape before breaking out into a broad grin. Fingers locked and he brought his hands down on the head of the enemy that helped create the distraction, eyes practically bugging out of his head from the force of the blow as it then forced his head through the floor.

Out of the five he’d somehow managed to control through the sheer power of the awesome flute playing that only the master of masters could accomplish in a heightened state such as Faeral, the shortest of the bunch simply vanished from sight altogether only to reappear moments later with his fist firmly planted in a taller foe’s genitals. A high-pitched “ooooooO!” noise escaped as if the man might’ve been practicing his martial art moves – idolizing a certain movie star from back in the day.

The last two moved in tandem not unlike the first two, one man heating up his body to impossible temperatures as the other grabbed one of his ex-allies in this odd test. “Do it!” he shouted at the powering up ally, an unnecessary level of dramatics laced in his voice as if this moment would declare victory or certain defeat. Just try convincing him otherwise. Despite the constant demands to just “Do it” and “Don’t let our dreams just be dreams!” the other man continued standing in place, yelling, imagining palpable energy coming off him in waves rather than the levels of heat exuding from his skin until he looked to be related to a steamed lobster. Finally, just when Faeral almost let some of his impatience slip into the song he’d been playing at the man’s delay in attacking the fellow shot off like a cannon, blasting a hole through both foe and ally alike as he took out most of his other friends as well save the short one simply due to his lack of height. He met his end when his head smashed into the wall, body falling limp to the ground as steam wafted off him and skin started drying up like a raisin from the water he’d expended during the power-up phase.

The shortest of the once proud group of warriors declared the only proper thing that came to mind, “Oh shit!”

After all he just witnessed the death of his friends and felt his head slipping from his shoulders as a frothing Subaru’s sword cleaved through his soft neck. A roar ripped from her throat, womanly red rage mixed with a draconic edge to it as she yanked another man by his hair, causing the thunderous storm he’d been about to unleash to putter out as little more than a firecracker ‘pop!’ from mostly surprise and minor annoyed outrage. This individual barely spit out an indignant “hey!” before she snapped his neck over her knee, plunging a gauntlet clad hand into his chest and ripping the heart from him with a great cry of, ”Kali maaa…Kali maaa….KALI MAAA!”

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Strange men approached, they were like the multi-man brawls that always appeared in classic mode. Thankfully Erika was proMLGnoscope level of good at that kind of game, so she could easily handle all of them, well if she wasn't high out of her mind and quoting random bouts of literature. They seemed to all split off to fight against the three of them, which was fine, Erika didn't wish to interrupt any of her fellow combatants, especially since Erika believed that currently she tasted the color purple and knew that the full square root of Pi was delicious. These strange men, these dancers of destruction, would meet their match with her, no one could out dance the master of the mamba, the sultan of salsa, the eater of all the Cheetos. No, she didn't feel sorry about eating some and leaving them on that couch, it deserved it, that's why the couch was always getting the hanky panky done on it! Now was no time to be thinking about her one true waifu that couch, who was named Doug, but instead would be fighting against all the odd's to best these masters of the beat.

As they began a coordinated spinning attack, Erika recognized the form as the lost woo shu master style from the eighth temple of the moon, so they too learned from a master on how to perform such deadly dance numbers. This would be a hard battle, especially since their movements were hard to track. Within the blink of an eye, she was set upon by them, their blinding speed and flawless toe trajectory leaving her bashed by their harsh physical strikes... or was she? She too knew the art of the tripping high as balls style and knew the perfect counter was simply the lazy munchy stance. Turning parts of her body into threads she entangled them within, trapping them in the vortex of their own dance number, for she had a plan, and the moon seem to shine brightly, or perhaps that was just a drop of... unspeakable stuff.

As the men pulled themselves from Erika's form, they couldn't control their bodies, their abilities sealed for their love of the dance, as Erika began to twitch her shoulder as she rose from her slightly downed stance.

"It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking
In the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops
Your heart
You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before
You make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between
The eyes
You're paralyzed"

Behind her the group of men formed and orderly line, and began to mimic's her movements, as she slide about on the floor like a master of the moonwalker. It was the time, she would show all of them that this is how she shined, and how to make others know the true meaning of the dance, not through this so call coordination, but through sheer skill and willpower, and being really damn high.


"'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to
Strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer
Thriller tonight"

Her beat got louder as did the backup dancers she had acquired, they would move in harmony as they kept the song going.

"You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere
Left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see
The sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just
Imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up
Behind
You're out of time"

"'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with
Forty eyes
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer
Thriller tonight"

The dancing started to get incredibly intense as Erika in her Lissica form began to strike bigger and bigger poses, even doing an "ooh" sound as the enviroment began to shift into psychodelic colors for her. She hoped at this point she wouldn't crash, especially since the dance must go on!

"Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your life"

"They're out to get you; there's demons closing in on
Every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on
Your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close
Together
All through the night I'll save you from the terrors on
The screen
I'll make you see"

"That it's a thriller, thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost
Would ever dare try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller
Chiller
Thriller here tonight"

"That it's a thriller, thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost
Would ever dare try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller"

The threads started to get tighter around the various backup men she had gathered, as Erika was preparing for a curtain call, she would finish this off with a good head banging.

"Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell"

"The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller"

As the last of the song was sung, Erika twitched as her threads threw the men together, and their own wonderful explosion magic caused them to rain down into a big batch of skittles, sunshine, rainbows, and fireworks. It was truly a thriller day right now, as she got her jam on and got one more obstacle out of the way of her ability to see the couch doug again, who she would always spill the Cheetos on, forever and ever!

The monkies were dead, he had won! The man raised his three arms up and waved his eighteen fingers in the air in a victory dance only to see five bonerfarts running in his direction. The giant googly-eyed primates ran in his direction while dancing in a fist slamming arm motion and fancy footwork. His weapons, each now a giant flaming hot cheeto, went at the group of five in a flurry of neckbeard covering spicy powder action. All the while, Rasparov's other arm looted through books of others as he laughed maniacally. Surely he was the best there ever was, and he would prove it this day!

As he sliced through the first two, leaving a trail of gummy worm entrails, the man fixed his flaming, pink polka dot, fedora with his free hand as he turned away while a third bonerfart suddenly exploded; taking out the one standing directly next to him. Such camaraderie, killing each other so to save them the death that he man was sure to cause them! A foot slipped as he went towards the last one, the man landing on his ass before spinning back up to his feet as he shouted "Ow!" before charging once again. As he did so the last of the creatures began to howl a mating call that would make any mating ritual look bad. The call would have soothed the savage beast, but Rasparov was a much better beast and would not be calmed! Double Cheetos would slice the man in two, making him erupt into a blast of red powder and skittles; a terrible mixture if anyone were ever to try it. His partners seemed to be fine, so far as his acid trip would let him know, but his stomach was starting to hurt and he had no idea why. Oh well, there were things to wreck!

’Well I guess I should thank my father for something.’ The thought came with a smirk as Faeral eyed the three naked versions of them and comparing the two gentlemen. Unfortunately this wasn’t a matter of size, but yet again overcoming themselves. Whether he should curse the fact they weren’t separated again or not though remained elusive as the previous time Faeral could go all out without worry. In this instance…he probably could given the drugged out nature of his teammates – his own sanity once again reattaching itself with tenuous strings though some voice at the back of his mind continued to whisper, ’For Captain Crunch.’

’Time to see if it makes use of my hesitance then or follows suit,’ he thought whilst summoning a saxophone, Thorn Tempo’s instrumental form to buff his allies on the outside. Beneath it all though he’d summon Marionette of Song and try to have the bladed whip act during the confusion of everything, the weapon capable of being manipulated by the music he played. At least, that’d been the idea…

There existed one small difference (aside for lack of fine clothing) between him and the naked copy…well perhaps a few, but the ultimate one lay in his bond to a certain rosy wyvern. Technicolor world painfully filled with enemies rage continued to build up in the usually business-like, white-haired woman as a growl between human and draconic started rumbling from her. The man hadn’t noticed the low noise amongst the rest of the rabbles and babbles of everything else until it erupted into a mixed roar and she shot past him. A few awkward, albeit helpful notes slipped out as his mind blanked on the intended song and he didn’t even summon up the silvery weapon. Instead the dark haired musician was treated to a sight he never thought he’d witness: Morphine tearing into his body with savage gusto.

One of the dancing fellows mistakenly tried to block her, his head flying off to thok! solidly against the wall. With it her sword went flying, forgotten for the moment as she ripped one of the arms from the body, uncaring about the chocolate syrup spurting out – it was caramel in her vision anyways – and proceeded to knock the saxophone from the false player’s hands. Even the clone experienced some confusion at the action, not expecting such a violent reaction from her – quite the opposite since she wouldn’t be the type to attack the visage of her master so comfortably and with abandon. A vine whipped out from her back, picking up the forgotten instrument as she slapped him with the borrowed hand, the instrument sweeping up to slam into his crown jewels…

…and cause the real Faeral to wince and misplay a note in sympathy.

She continued to beat him down without remorse, too lost in her chaotic vision and so assured that the Care Bear before her would see its stuffing before finally being snuffed out that she couldn’t hear the familiar voice from it crying out to stop! Please stop! Her name falling from those lips missed her ears completely, instead heard as pleas for more in the high-pitched voice of the despicable bear with a happy face stitched into its stomach. She tore the offending flap away, chucking it over her shoulder and uncaring as it slapped onto one of the dancing fellows, not caring why he’d react so distraught over it as she proceeded to wrench fluffy cotton from the creature.

The inner “I don’t even care anymore” switch flipped, Faeral’s music no longer missing notes as he hit the dulled side of his emotions. The soft, soothing jazz tone likely wouldn’t be heard properly by anyone anyways, but at least it’d continue to provide its effect to his allies as the silently sobbing fellow came over to him. Lines of blood stuck to his skin where he’d been struck by the throwaway piece, face asking what his mouth couldn’t wobble out. Twenty-seven blows later he stopped twitching, the saxophone sent back to the man’s pocket dimension so the dent and blood stains could be worked out later. Twenty-seven to get the fellow to stop twitching in ways reminiscent of a cockroach.

’I should indulge in percussion more.’

Spells:

A fake had appeared before her, how did she know it was a fake, well the voices in her head told her that it was. Clearly her's was the worst of them all, right down the roots of purple hair on her head. Not only did she have a horrible taste in fashion, also known as not wearing anything, but she didn't seem to be the brightest tool in the shed. Wait, it was a copy... right? Just like Faeral and Rasparov's? If that was the case then they had made a grave mistake, they had decided to copy the wrong side of Erika, as the Lissica copy charged towards her, threads ready to engage, and then she tripped over her own feet. Yes, Erika's brilliance had outdone itself once again, her acting in this form and the knowledge of it managed to make the fake an exact copy, of her useless, clumsy, and overall foolish self! She was so good at acting that she had outsmarted a giant horse broom schlong, eat your heart out Leo and give Erika the oscar. This was all too perfect, Erika knew the weaknesses of Lissica, after all, she had created Lissica specifically to enter the rune knights in the first place, and this meant she could easily defeat them, but why do things the easy way when she could do things the spectacular way?

There were dancing men, but she'd leave those to others, right now she had to take the chance to strike against her copy with a passion unseen before, today she would unleash her ultimate weapon against her, she would drop the base, or rather the panties! Yes, she would summon bigger panties against her opponent, and while she didn't have a goatee she knew that was the evil one here, or maybe that was just the skittles she wished she had consumed right about now.

Summoning above the Lissica that was in her booty gear, she dropped a tasteful stripe pattern right down upon her, to attempt to crush her with the weight of her own sins for wearing nothing or possible all white. As the panties slammed into the ground, the fake Lissica lifted up the pair of underwear, with a roar of antithesis against them.

"I hate stripes, the only way to wear underwear is not at all, freedom for all!"

Throwing the panties off, the fake lissica had another attack hit her, this time, it was an ugly Christmas sweater, made from the finest of horrible itchy cloth.

"Your clothing is a gift from me, enjoy it in all it's wonderful glory!"

"Do you think that this will stop my march for progressive freedom!?"

As the fake Lissica began to shift into threads to slip out of the sweater, that is when Erika struck, flinging the threads within the sweater into Lissica and tangling her up into a giant messed up pile of threads. it was quick and possibly itchy as this was still the sweaters threads we are talking about.

"I see you like christmas lights, well then you have become them! Enjoy your ultimate freedom!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhh I hate being tangled up in these kinds of messes!"

More bonerfarts would make their way into his vision, four of them to be exact! His two weapons of justice, now being seen by him as two giant pancake covered sausages, would strike down two of the flailing creatures with ease even as his stomach made the loudest noises possible. He did not feel well, and his stomach was telling him he had business to take care of. It was then that the acid trip was beginning to end, bonerfarts turning halfway into men even as he threw one his swords into the head of one of his enemies. "Oh my god, I need a bathroom...' The words were grumbled quiet enough for no one to hear, but distracted him long enough to get pantsed by the final bonerfart-man in the meantime. All would get to see how the clone Rasparov paled in comparison to the real one, sometimes a clone was not as perfect as you would think.

In reaction to the feeling of someone's hands at his waists, Rasparov took his second sword and stabbed backwards and felt it pierce flesh as someone made a gasp with their last breath. Turning around to see whom he had stabbed, the clone Rasparov charged while roaring; his final mistake. Even as he roared Rasparov clenched his stomach in a severed fit of pain as he let loose the foulest flow ever imaginable that flew like the etherion cannon's blast right into the fake Rasparov's face. The blow struck with power, splashing all over him even as he drown where he stood; what a way to go. Relieved of the pain and pressure, the tall man quickly pulled his pants up and prayed to god this was all some crazy, drug addled, nightmare that they would all forget in the near future.