Nemo

Frieza

Max

Reyn

Ace

Solar

Tabcef

 

(MODERATORS: The word "cock" is being used in the fashion of loading a gun. It's around the 15th line, counting empty lines.)

(Kicks a chair into the center of the bar, with Santa chained and gagged.)

Nemo: Basically, here's how it works.

Frieza: We're keeping the fat man hostage, and we're not settling for any kind of ransom.

Trunks: 'Cause we need beer-...wait, what?

Frieza: This is purely for our own enjoyment.

Ace: Ya got till Christmas Eve ya'll! (Cocks a loaded pistol) Or there ain't gonna be presents for the little kiddies this year.

Sub: Bring it on.

Nemo: One more thing. (Hovers a few feet off the ground) I'm outa here. Meet Cyril.

(Enters bar and draws two uzis. Nemo vanishes.)

Cyril: Anyone makes any "Ho-ho-ho" jokes...

(Shoots a beer can off the bar without looking)

Cyril: Well, don't.

From here on out this'll be like standard RPing. Anyone can fight, and we'll try to have it be a fair fight. For example, if only one or two people join the fight against us, and we're all able to proceed, then you will obviously have a strength advantage, as you'd have to take on multiple enemies. Likewise, if there are several of you who decide to take the challenge, and only (for example) Frieza, Ace, and I are able to take you guys on, then we'll be the powerhouses, because of the numbers. If it seems like it's taking too long inbetween attacks, or it starts to get really fun, we can continue the fight past Christmas if necesary. For a sprite depiction of Cyril, check the link below.

http://home.1asphost.com/captnemo/newcyrilsample.gif

 

I'm afraid we won't find many takers. Even in the days when there were RPers still around here, we didn't get many takers. I WOULD suggest going to the SGSB, but the level of 'RPing' they have there makes me hurt inside...but we'll see. Even in nobody shows up, we can still have some fun with Santa.

Frieza: You'd think he'd have hired stronger body guards this time. I mean, 3 years in a row is just shameful.

 

Our hero Max, watches the brodcast in shock as his heroic instinct drives him to anger*

Max: You jerks! I'll save Santa Claus... EVEN IF I HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF!!!

(OOC: In other words, I'm in. =P. And yeah Freiza, the RPing at the SGSB is pretty... devastatingly sad... when it comes to PGing.)

 

A flicker of light, a flash of power, and several swirling, luminescant sigils coalesce in the alley next to the Saiya-jin's Bar & Grill, and with a noise best describe textually as 'PIFF!' and a burst of mist, Reyn drops out of the ether. She looks around, frowning mildly. "Hey... This isn't right."

She emerges from the alley, sniffing the air gingerly and eyeing the squallor suspiciously. She moves carefully, lest she plant her paws into something squishy and rancid. Okay, I'm lost. Gotta ask for directions.

She steps into the bar, tail swishing behind her. "Uh, hey, does anyone know how to get to the Dimension of Mystery and Traffic Cones from here? If it's not too much troub... Hey, is that Santa?" Ignoring what by now is probably an impressive array of weapons pointed her way, she sweeps over and sits in Santa's lap, seemingly blind to the gag and ropes. "Santa, I want a pony and a squirt gun and a third world country and another pony so I can sell their offspring and a new brush and a thermonuclear missile to make irrational demands of stronger countries and a football."

 

(FormerlyKnownAsRass) Rass: A world without Santa!? No way! Well, there's only one thing to do!

*Rass evolves into a Jew*

 

(NEG) ::Makes plans infront of his typewriter::

Bill:Hoho! They'll never know what hit em

( NEG )

 

(OOC: Hey, two. Not bad for within 24 hours.)

"Oh! Oh! And I also want-" Reyn continues, only to be interrupted by two clicks and a tap tap of metal on her shoulder.

"Look girl, this ain't exactly a kidie's joint." Cyril bends and whispers into Reyn's ear, opposite the shoulder on which his uzi's barrel is perched.

 

"Are we taking hostages," Ace asked while pointing his Spread Needle at the fat man and the girl.

 

(OOC:I'm gonna do some of this in first person...thinking;italics;--tell me if you want me to stop)
The Saiya-jin's Bar & Grill.
The rain was fallling over the club like a melodramatic cutscene. Thus, I guess it was.
They had kidnapped Santa Clause.

The door bursts open, revealing....
Tabcef! (Melodramatic BUM BUM BUM!)
He pulls two SR-2s out of his jacket,
attracting attention.
Oh crap. 7 on 1. ...Is that girl on Santa's lap?
Cyril apppoints his attention to the idiot who made quite a cliched entrance.
"Oh crap!", Tabcef screams as he dives to the right, knocking over a table and using it as cover, as he exchanges fire with all 7 guards.

 

Ace fires off random rounds in the vicinity of the door.

"Kill the interloper, MAN!!!"

 

Amist all the gunfire, a rather familiar figure appears out of the doorway Tabcef had destroyed. Under the cover of the many guns firing, he's able to get behind Tabcef and melt his SR-2s right in his hands. Solar grinned, kicking Tab in the side.

"....bet you guys weren't expecting me..."

 

(chriscaffee) Chris Caffee watches the carnage.

 

"Oh my, now doesn't this look promising" the murderous emperor grinned with seasoned ingriegue. He focused his tempered gaze on the new would-be hero. A barely visible spark of light crossed his scarlet eyes. Beside him, one of the bar stools started contorting and breaking apart. The legs snap off and form pointed arms and legs, their joints connected by nothing but air. The round seat rose up and formed a head. The disconnected mass of metal and leather stomped menacingly toward the disarmed Tab.

"Let's make an example of him. I'll hang him shredded on a pike on the roof!"

The chair monster began stabbing with its spear-like apendages, twisting in inhuman ways to catch the fighter off guard.

(If too few people show up, I've got a great idea to make this more interesting)

 

Ace chuckled lowly as he eyed Tabcef being trussed up tighter than Santa.

"Hold him down tight, Friez," he said maliciously. "I've got just the thing for our 'example' here."

Ace pulled out a small case. On the die in military script was "Lil' Bastard Toture Kit". An early present from a certain captured patron diety.

 

Solar relaxes, making his way to Frieza and Ace.

"Frieza... it sure has been a while. Sorry I couldn't make it to last year's kidnapping, got a little tied up with a few 'jobs'..."

He makes his way to a nearby seat and leans back in it. "So how has the SPA been holding up without me?"

 

Reyn blinks at Cyril, slowly turning her head to look down the barrel of the gun. She blinks owlishly, apparently working this into her world picture, and then slowly raises a hand and sticks a finger into the muzzle of the gun. With a giggle, she winks at Cyril.

 

Cyril promptly whips the uzi away from Reyn, emanating several cracks from her finger. He tosses the Uzi in his other hand up into the air, pulls her finger out of the barrel with it, spins around, and delivers a kick right to the fox's abdomen, flying her out the front door.

With his gun still in the air, Cyril reaches behind his back into his cape and apparently pulls a grenade out of nowhere. He rolls it across the ground, making sure to keep the pin on his index finger, to behind the table being used as Tabcef's cover, and finally catches his second Uzi out of the air in such a position as to be aimed directly at Tabcef's table.

 

"Oh Crap, Oh crap, Oh crap, OH CRAP!"
Now disarmed, Tabcef thought as he viewed the grenade in sight. It still had a second or so left on it, so on pure luck, he kicked it at the would-be table monster, only to be stabbed in the right thigh. "OH GOD! I CAN FEEL THE SPLINTERS IN MY LEG! LEARN TO MAKE YOUR CHAIRS SAND-PAPERED CORRECTLY!", Tabcef screamed...
Not ignoring the pain, he rolled over the broken landscape, twitching in pain as he rolled over glass, until he reached behind the bar.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. OW. Mommy. Now what? 8 on 1....and a guy with flaming hands. ...I wonder if I can pour a bucket of ice on him?
Under his jacket, he still had a gift from an old friend..
Should I use it..?

A bottle of Duff smashes over Tabcef's head and his jacket is ripped from his back and thrown across the bar. A large hand palms his head and slams it into the glass and beer beneath.

"Sorry," Ace says evilly. "Did I break your concentration."

The echidna slams his head into the floor again and then hops away.

"Haw HAW!!"

 

When Cyril swings the Uzi away, he takes Reyn's finger with him, literally - it breaks off at the base, and a few seconds later dissolves into mist. Reyn looks quizically at the spot where her finger used to be - there's no blood at all, just intermitant flashes of light for a few seconds. Her finger has reformed by the time Cyril plants his kick, but his effort turns out to be in vain, as his foot passes through her as if she were as ephemeral as fog.

By this time, though, she looks mildly annoyed, hopping off of Santa's lap.

 

-_-' (Looks at Reynard's expression)

Aw jack, what have we unleashed now?

 

"You just HAD to involve her, didn't you Cyril?" the alien menace lectured, adding just a bit more energy into his aural shield.

 

Still leaned back in his chair, Solar views Cyril's blatant screw-up. He then eyes the annoyed Kitsune, saying over to Frieza "...you see... it's things like this that are gonna make santa get freed..."

 

Reyn holds out her hands nonchalantly, grinning, She pops her joints all at once, and in one smooth motion, waves an arm, and it blurs curiously. And at the end of the wave, she's holding something that growls menacingly...

It's a chainsaw, but it looks like it was forged in Hell. It's covered in spikes, the links wickedly barbed, and it's positively oozing with flaming napalm. She revs it hard, sending a geyser of flame spewing across the top of the bar, and the observant can espy a hole in the splatter-shield that protects the user from the napalm. It's about an inch in diameter. Reyn raises the flaming chainsaw/grenade launcher, flicking behind the heat haze.

 

Frieza points his index finger at the ground beneath the fiery fox. The poorly made cement caves in, dragging her down into the abyssal shadows of the basement.

"Hey! I thought I told you guys to avoid trashing the bar!" Vegeta complained.

Frieza was about to respond with some no doubt droll retort when Ace sarcastically spit out, "Brilliant Friez, just brilliant. Now we can't see her!"

Frieza responded calmly, though the resentment of this challenge of his judgment was apparent in his expression. “I have a feeling our eyes won’t be of much use against this one, Ace. Besides, one of the monsters down there is bound to keep her occupied for at least 5 seconds.”

Frieza rose several feet into the air to a position that would give him ample time dodge any attack that would come through the floor or a wall. He floated a nearby glass of champagne to his hand and sipped.

“Honestly,” he murmered, drifting over the bound saint, “you all need to...lighten up.”

 

Cyril tossed his Uzi's down the hole after the kitsune, and pulled out a double-edged knight's sword from behind his cape.

"So much for guns..." He looked over at Frieza, "You gonna drink all that?"

 

Reyn falls into the... basement, it seems, with an eager look. A few seconds later, a jet of napalm fountains up out of the rift and sticks to the ceiling, fouling the air with more smoke. There are a couple of heavy thumps, tinged with palpable thaumic radiation - magic grenades, it seems - and some rather nonhuman screaming.

About thirty seconds later, Reyn floats up out of the hole, her chainsaw covered with little bits of charred flesh. She looks disappointed. "I was having fun," she complains, nonchalantly sending another gout of napalm in the direction of the stool-creature.

 

Tabcef, after swalling about 100grams of PainKillers..
Props himself up, and watches the terror unleash from the hellish fox-demon thing. Yeah, thing.
....Mommy.

 

During all the havoc Reyn was creating, Solar had merely stayed in his chair, drinking a bottle of beer absent-mindedly. The flames that neared him seemed to direct straight at him, doing anything but harm him. After seeing the contents of his bottle sent up in flames, he decided to finally take a stand. Yet, fighting an enemy that lacked physical substance proved to be quite a challenge. Solar dives at Reyn, disregarding the malevolent flames her chainsaw fired.

 

The flames may not faze Solar, but that's what the vicious barbed chainsaw is for. As Solar dives, she levels it at him, and... FOOMP

The magic grenade punches a donut-shaped torus out of the flames, briefly revealing the kitsune's smiling face.

 

And through that brief window, an intense red bean drilled into her forehead (or through it).

 

The flames die in an instant; the chainsaw vanishes. There's a very neat hole, dead center in the foxgirl's forehead. The grenade drops out of the air and bounces against a table leg, rolling across the floor, undetonated.

She lifts a hand up, patting gingerly at the wound at the front and back. Swaying, she says, "Ow," and the topples backwards as dead weight.

 

(Karmis) (OOC: I'm gonna control Goku, but not for anything battle-y. I don't usually control other people's characters, I just felt it was necessary. Y'all can get onto me if ya want, and if you really feel it's against the rules, I can always change this.)

Hearing the sounds, Karmis walks to the entrance of the bar. He quickly notices what's going on, and thinks up a plan.

"Hey," Karmis yelled. "It seems you could use my help. You should that there are heroes and villains in Metro City, and being neutral, I know near every one's weakness."

"Even that one," he said as he pointed to Reyn. "That's the beautiful thing about the world. Nothing is perfect."

Karmis went into a short shock after saying that. "Well, there's someone really close to perfect residing here, but hopefully he won't pop up." Karmis' expression turned to one of extreme happiness. "Of course, any help I give you will cost ya. I hate blackmailing, but I need the money. Of course, if you kill anyone...Aside from Saint Nick, the deal's off. And then I'll determine how much you owe me at the end."

Karmis' expression then turned much more serious. "If you refuse....." Karmis glances over to the bathroom. As soon as he looks over, a loud sound comes from the bathroom, and Goku runs out, with shards of porcelain and toilet water all over him. "The toilet just exploded!" Goku exclaimed, "and it wasn't my fault!" Karmis looked back at SPA, saying, "You may end up worse than your clown here."

"Aw," Goku said, "Why do I always hafta be the example?"

 

I guess it's time to use...it.
"THE HOLY HAND GRENADE!"
Tabcef pulls the pin and starts counting...
"1...2...5!"
He then, tosses it right at Reyn's corpse. Why? He doesn't know. Ducking down, a nice big flash is heard.
and Choir boys singing.

 

Ace looks at Frieza, sweatdropping. "A death beam?"

"Had to do something," he said between sipping a glass of wine.

Both are suddenly interrupted by a flash of light beside Ace's foot and a small glimpse into Heaven. When all is calm again, the echidna is three feet deep in broken bottles across the bar.

Ace's bloodied form shoves away all of the shattered bottles and stands up.

"I can take bullets..." He began lividly. "I can take ki blasts... I can take pieces of my soul being torn apart... I can even take the annoyance of zombies sometimes... But to... waste BEER in my bar... You're goin' down, MAN!!!"

Almost faster than the eye can see, Ace rushes forward to almost a few inches from Tabcef. A trail of freezing dust settles behind him as he brings a glowing right fist at the shocked interloper's face.

"Comet Punch."

Ka-Dack!!!

"Oooh," Frieza says, cringing slightly.

 

Cyril looks over to Frieza and makes a "still waiting for an answer motion, to no avail." He snaps his fingers, and the tip of his left middle finger catches fire. He then flicks the small flame in an arc right into Frieza's bottle of wine, while at the same time leaving his middle finger erect.

 

Frieza nearly falls backward in a midair anime fashion as his target keels over. More than certain this a ruse, he prepares to follow up his attack when someone does it for him. A grenade rolls by and explodes right next to the fox-creature's body. But the nature of the explosion caught Frieza well off guard.

Arcs of holy energy leap across his body, shining through his shield as though it were glass. Frieza bends over, bracing his heart with his arms. A dismayed and bewildered looks possesses him. He falls to his knees and vomits, something his friends have never seen him do. He rises, trembling slightly. "Who threw that?"

Frieza knew full well who through it. But Tab didn't know that, and proceeded to bury himself under a pile of broken of broken furniture, vainly hoping the tyrant wouldn't be able to sense him through the splintered wood.

As the reptilian figure prepared to remove that section of the bar, he heard the groan of one of his allies and turned. The dark red furry seemed even darker drenched in spilled booze.

Spilled booze!?

Ace dashed over to his enemy and disappeared in an explosion.

"Give 'im another one for me," Frieza cheered contemptuously. A cascade of blood splattered across his face, spawned from somewhere within the cloud of concrete and wood chips surrounding the Comet Punch. He licked it off, allowing it to mingle with the champagne still in his mouth. The creatures in Metro City always had such surprising flavors.

As he was enjoying his foe, Karmis appeared and made his proposal. “Hmph! Don’t think for a minute that we need you,” Frieza said with resent and pride. “But…any information of assistance you can offer with that one would be appreciated. We won’t be able to pay you with money, I’m afraid, but we’ve got liquor of all kinds to offer. As for killing, I’m not making any promises.”

A small flame drifted by and headed for his drink. Frieza blew it out effortlessly. “Would you excuse me for a minute,” he requested while turning to Cyril. “Look, there’s a whole wall of it over there. If you’re thirst, go get some!”

With that, he returned to his bubbling glass, seemingly oblivious to the carnage behind him.

 

He looks down at the rather large gash in his chest, merely laughing at it. After seeing the kitsune drop to the ground, he stumbles over to a table and leans on it. After a bit of rest there, he's able to make it to a window of the bar where a bit of sunlight is shining. He practically collapses into the light, moving just slightly so that the sun gleams down onto his wound.

 

Reyn's magic grenade, agitated by the recent commotion, explodes. But in an unexpected fashion; this is a magic grenade after all, and in the kitsune manner doesn't fight enemies directly. Instead, it throws a punch like the kick of a mule, straight into the metaphorical jaw of the laws of physics, sending that particular tyrant (physics, not Frieza) reeling. Within the sizeable radius, things cease making sense for a while. Strange, impossible shapes lope around, and matter is twisted around endless spirals on congealing mini-universes before physics recovers enough to put a stop to this kind of nonsense.

Reyn also walks into the bar as the carnage of her grenade dies down. The chainsaw is still gone; she is now wearing a heavy brown hooded robe, and wielding a... lightsabre. "Strike me down, and I shall become more powerful than you can imagine. Again," she adds.

 

(Is grossly ashamed he forgot about the grenade)

"My, what a fine example of reality defying might," Frieza says to the hooded creature, slightly dizzied, but none the worse for the effects of the grenade's madness. "Karmis, now might be a good time to inform me as to this creature's true form and location before I annihilate this entire planet trying to figure it out."

 

(Karmis) Karmis had been searching the sidewalk outside the bar for change when he heard Frieza's voice. "Nag, nag, nag. I don't see why you're so upset. Tab's unarmed, and Reyn's a kitsune. I mean, everyone should know a kitsune's weaknesses." Karmis picked up a flower growing from a crack in the sidewalk, then threw it back down and repeatedly stomped on it. "They tend to not like battle scars upon the land," he said as he continued stomping it. "Also, if that doesn't work, they tend to overreact to other things as well. She's pretty much revealed most of her weaknesses in speech, you just have to figure out how to exploit them. You ain't paying me, I ain't gonna pay you with too much information. Besides, if I told you all of her weaknesses aloud she'd figure out how to prepare to defend herself. And no one wants that."

 

Ooc: I only have two rules about kitsunes.

1. Don't ever call them werefoxes, it's like an insult. Like calling a saiyan a glorified were-ape.

2. Kitsune seem to be fox spirits intent on causing trouble with illusions and toying with the minds of humans. So approach carefully and keep your eye sharp.

--

Ace spits down on Tabcef and shirks his booze soaked gi.

"She's easy enough to find," he said, walking up to the robed kitsune. "See?"

He tried patting his hand on her shoulder and is rewarded with a--

SWISH!!!

bloody smoking stump from not watching where her lightsaber was.

(-_-') "Wasn't expecting that," Ace said holding up his new stump. He puts it behind his back and cringes while a splattering, hissing sound is heard. The echidna laughs nervously and backs away, trying desperately to regrow his hand.

He sidles up closer to Frieza and whispers," This chick is creepin' me out, man. For God's sake... Me!"

 

Frieza gazed wide-eyed at his quivering companion. It was a very rare event to see him so shaken. Ace had been through things-seen things that would drive most men mad. Frieza had seen them too. Whatever Ace had just experienced as he approached that fox...to have unnerved him so...

"What?" Frieza whispered in a rasp. His icy red eyes darted back to the enemy. It seemed harmless enough. Indeed, it hadn't done much but mischief as of yet, but what was it truly capable of? And how far did it intend to go?

"Her?"

“Don’t let it fool you, man. If you thought MY tricks were something, you’re in for a wild ride.”

Frieza stopped and thought it over for a moment as the star wars rip-off amused itself with the lightsaber. “I could…if I were to awaken my true heart, its illusions would become transparent, but…”

An image of the immaculate golden-yellow warrior flashed through Ace’s mind. Frieza clutched his chest, trying to contain it. “If I push away the vale of lies, I will not be able to justify what we’re doing. Santa will be free. They will have won.”

“So you can’t even reach 50% of your max, huh?” Ace observed aloud.

“If infinity can have a percent.”

Ace lowered his eyes and cracked a half grin as his hand finished regenerating.

“Don’t underestimate yourself; we won’t need my powers to handle this. We’ll just have to keep our minds open. Karmis has given us the tools we need. All that’s left is to outfox the fox.”

 

(Magnus X Zero) Yay, good RPing! Too bad I can't do jack squat. :(

I'll just spectate.

 

Tabcef had only one word to say.
At least the painkillers helped. Sort of.
"Ow."

 

(Temjin1080sp) And good ol' Tem breaks through a window, lunges in, clad in an obscure plastic Japanese insect man superhero costume.

"Come now, let's trash talk and fight in a totally organized and rehearsed way, like people who wrestle in costumes!"

 

The fox/jedi saunters over towards the bar, humminh tunelessly to herself. "Oh, I've faced foes with infinite power in the past," she says mildly. "It's just a big resevior of energy, but what's important is the faucet on that resevior. Meaning, how much of infinity can you channel before the flesh gives way? And anyway, you may hunt for my weakness all you like, but I already know yours..."

She raises a clawed hand, but not at anybody in the room. Instead, she's aiming at the shelves behind the bar. One by one, the bottles of expensive alcohol begin to shatter, shards of glass embedding themselves in the woodwork. A sweep of the lightsabre cuts a keg of Beer clean in two, the halves seperating and spilling the contents all over the floor.

Fighting fair? Reyn may have heard of it in the past, but wanted to part of it.

 

(Karmis) Karmis laughed. "HA! Good one, Reyn! Hitting below the belt!" Every member of SPA gave him an angry glance, each one's eyes filled with images of Hell. "....Hey, just being a good sport," Karmis said as he looked around the room. "Well, looks like you can't really pay me with the alcoholic beverages anymore, either. Doesn't matter to me though, I don't drink. Right now I'm just having some fun feeding both sides of this fight with information. It's kinda funny how much you end up to rely on information. You're like a marionette, when it comes down to it. You do what you're told in this case, cuz it's the only thing you can do. I could exploit this.....But I'm lazy. Why don't you just continue to do it for me?" Karmis' expression was a very happy one, because he assumed he was important to SPA's side of battle, and he assumed most of the heroes wouldn't attack him, mostly because most of them are his friends. However, he convinced himself that his assumptions were facts, which may have been a mistake.

 

“You are right indeed my impish little friend,” Frieza said, ignoring the spilling nectar tricking through the cracks in the concrete floor. “After all, what is power without purpose? What is energy without substance? What is the point of destroying this bar when, as you are certainly aware, we were expecting and had assured its demise the moment we brought Santa here?”

 

It's that time of year! Time for friggin' finals. I'll try to find time to make my way back here, but, if not, see you next Friday. I'd post an attack now, but I got nothin' at the moment.

 

Woah...someone else is up now...and on finals no less. I'm writing a final essay now.

 

Indeed, I myself am studying for an algebra final.
---

Ace was livid. He stood there traumatized, unable to process what had just happened. His ring began to glow somewhat and then faded away. A second later a slightly purple humanoid in winter clothing stood next to him with a confused look on his face.

"Huh? What? Who?" Spades said. He looked over at Ace and waved a hand in front of his face. "Hello? Anyone home? What am I here for this time? I'm trying to relive some memories here, pal. I don't think it's the best time for me to get..." Then he noticed the lake of achohol. "...drunk."

"Kill her. Cut off the tails. Bring me the head. I don't care. Just do it." With that simple order in place he dropped uncerimoniously to the floor and became a greyscale version of himself.

The argonian looked up at Frieza in disbelief and took off his scullie hat. "I don't believe it. He locked me out! Bastard! Why didn't you get Master Idiot-berry Shiro on this?"

He strolled out and surveyed the bar. Broken bottles and kegs everywhere. Gallons of Ace drink and other special concoctions seeping into the floor. "Bastard."

Spades looked over at Reynard and wryly smiled. "Did you have to do that?"

 

Frieza nudged his stone-like friend with his foot. "Poor guy. The sight of all that wasted beer was just too much for him."

The emperor strolled up along side Spades. Watching this little elfish creature play with itself was all quite amusing, but he couldn't have it destroying his property. It was a bad business practice. And so a reputation had to be upheld, and the best way do that would be to scatter this creature's seemingly incorporeal essence across the cosmos.

 

Suddenly, a white wind blows from the east, and in the sky a blazing comet is seen, which curves around and seems to slingshot around Metro City, only to land infront of the SPA Bar and Grill, leaving a crater in the street. the smoke clears, and then blows away as a young man, with a International Police Force uniform and armor resembling Wing Zero walks out of the crater and into the Bar.

Max: SPA, you're all under arrest for the illegal capture and holding of Santa Claus. Release him or else you WILL be put to justice. That's a promise.

 

After taking a breather, the sun's energy healed the would-be-fatal wound Solar had recieved from Reyn. Jumping to his feet, he looked at their new opposition.

"Put us? To Justice? What kind of Super-zero are you?"

He moves to a fighting stance, grinning at Max. "I'm gonna hit you so hard, your whole police force will feel it."

 

Without skipping a beat from Solar's sentance after asking him his question, Max raises his holy sword and points it directly at Solar... Max's only words were "Just try it"

With that, his armor shined and momentarily filled the room with Holy Light, providing Max enough time to run toward Solar and begin to attack him with a wide lateral slash, of which solar blocks with one arm and attempts to punch Max with the other- Max blocks the counter punch with his hand and then takes a step back-
"You're good."

 

Solar jumps back, grinning. "You better believe it."

The two go back and forth with their attacks, countering attacks, countering the counters, etc. After Solar lands a punch only to hit Max's armor, he jumps back.

"Well that's no fair....", and with a grin, Solar waves his hands; "...armor....is useless." Max looks down to see his armor start melting onto his bare body.

 

Looking at the armor melting into his IPF uniform*, Max turns his open palms into fists, and still looking down at them, he almost whispers,
"Thanks, Solar..."

At this moment you may say time slowed down, as Max charged at Solar as fast as light, and kicked him in the gut, sending him reeling towards a wall, but before Solar can hit the wall, Max runs in front of him and uppercuts him upwards to the roof, then jumps and kicks him down at the ground-

"That armor did two things.. it got me here and it slowed me down. Get up, I know you're not finished yet."

(OOC: The IPF uniform looks like one of those new Power Rangers ninja school uniforms, cept with more Gold and Silver highlights. Sue me, I think it looks somewhat stylish)

 

The hair on the back of Max's neck stood straight as he heard an all too familiar "ka-click". He whirled on his heel, and raised his elbows to sheild his eyes, but not before cathing a glimps of orange fire from the tip of the shotgun Cyril was now holding in his free hand, just as pellets were spewing out.

 

Meanwhile, Reyn blissfully hacks her way through the kegs and bottles, her lightsabre taking on an amber tinge from the amount of alcohol it has imbued. In fact, this gives her an idea. She sweeps the cloak off, ripping a shred of the fabric away, revealing a new body underneath.

A desiccated corpse of a body, that is. The fur has fallen out, leaving only the taut skin over bones behind. Most of her organs appear gone completely, making her freakishly thin in the stomach region. Her hands are thick talons now, two hoof-like fingers and a thumb; same with her toes, and two broken, raggedy wings train from her back. Before she whips the shred of cloth over her face, it begins apparent she's missing her lower jaw, and her eyes blaze with energy.

"I am Reynziel... Reaver of Beer, wielder of the Beer Reaver!" She thrusts one claw-like hand aloft, and uncoiling from it is the golden wraith blade...

 

Spades' eyes became gold and animalistic, a fine layer of fur spreading all along his body. His tail doubled in length and his winter clothing disappeared to be repkaced by form fitting dark outfit. Runes and symbols glowed along his arms and face then faded away when the transformation was complete.

"Okay Beer Reaver," he said in a slightly deeper voice. "I need the exercise, so let's go!!!"

In a flash of light, his blade Redstreak appears and he flies over the bar toward the destructive undead creature. He takes the initiative and slashes at her midsection, ripping away pieces of flesh with the jagged red sword. Again and again he strikes until he is surprisingly backhanded.

Through all of this, Reyn had yet to call out in pain. That revelation only excited the argonian more. Finally, an enemy who didn't yell for mercy because they knew he'd give none.

"I've got something just for you," he yelled, vanishing from sight.

The bar became pitch black for a second. No light anywhere to be seen. Suddenly lightning flashed and Reynziel found herself on a platform in empty space. The sounds of an organ filled the air with a funeral dirge until came the truly chilling sound of one of Spades' greatest magical skills... the steady beat of a guitar.

"Enemy... inside of me... Enemy... inside of me... Enemy... inside of me... Enemy... inside of me..."

A glittering sheen shimmered from the dark, reflecting off of something massive. A low growling sound came that sent a delightful chill up the singer's spine.

Spades let loose with "Invasion From Within" and watched as his abomination took form. When it was done, it's head alone was three stories tall with literally flaming green eyes.

"Aspect of Larz!!!"

With that exultation the creature lunged forward and sank it's massive razor teeth into Reyn, tearing her body and mind to ribbons. The monster gnashed it's jaws around the rotting thing and spat it out in a flood of psionic energy.

When it was done, Reyn was on her back looking like a piece of bloody hamburger. Spades strummed his instrument one last time and returned it back to being a sword.

"And get right back up so I can kick your booze beating *** again," he boasted, setting into a defensive stance. "That was the trailer, son! The Feature Presentation hasn't even started yet!!!Hahahahaha!!!"

 

The battered and torn body of the Beer Reaver decays rapidly into the atoms from which it was made, but on the bartop, a knew aparrition drops in from the spectral realm. It's hard to judge her expression, what with the missing a lower jaw and the severe decay, but maybe she looks... pleased? "The things you can learn," she intones in a hollow voice, "when you're certain to survive them."

And elsewhere, forgotten, a corpse pushes to it's feet. Reyn's other discarded body has arisen, to be companion to this "Reynziel" figure. Whereas Reynziel's form is decayed, as if dipped in acid, this one appears to have felt the ravages of time: her fur has faded, luster gone sickly, her eyes gaunt and drawn. Her body is whole, and more muscular than before, and her front canines (teeth) are very long... "Keyn," she introduces herself.

Reynziel and Keyn exchange a nod, but neither appear to be in a hurry to attack.

 

Solar floats up before Max's final blow sends him to the floor. After gaining some space from him, Solar's eyes burn a dark red tint.

"You think you can just waltz and here and beat me? You've got another thing coming.." Solar's hand outstretched in Max's direction and began to twitch incessantly.

 

With a flash from his sacred weapon, Max simply stares at Solar, thinking the look on his face is enough to awnser his question. With surprise from Cyril, Max is hit, but falls down and then swinging himself as a Breakdancer, he sweepkicks Cyril twice then meanwhile noticing Solar energizing himself and about to make a spell, Max does the one thing that comes to his mind- He throws Cyril, Gun and all, at Solar.

From this, Max stands up and looks at Reynzeil and Keyn, and is then confused...

"Miss Reynard?" Max asked in his official yet concerned tone "is that you?" then switching back to an official tone, he said "If it is, afterwards you have to assist me in filling the report for this incedent." Turning back to his targets, Max sees that Cyril is on his feet and about to fire, and that Solar is glowing with energy-
"Damn."
Max begins to run evasively around the room

 

Frieza stares intently at his foe, ignoring the chaos of Cyril and Solar battling Max behind him. Spades's attacks were having no effect, as was to be expected. But Spades was only getting started, prodding his enemy for strengths and weaknesses, and would certainly put on a dazzling show as things progressed.

As he watched, Frieza pondered over Karmis’s advice. Its meaning seemed clear enough, but the galactic overlord decided against heeding it, not because it could have been a trap, but because he just didn’t feel like employing those kind of tactics. Maybe later, he decided.

“Now then…I could try something that actually has a chance of harming her…”

Cyril felt a strange force surround him as an invisible shield covered his body. Spades quickly reacted as he received a telepathic message. Frieza raised his index finger.

“Or…”

The gallons and gallons of intoxicating fluids pooled on the floor suddenly ignite. The surrounding 8 city blocks are instantly incinerated, and the surrounding section of the deserted metropolis is shattered by the deafening sound. All parties involved (that aren’t ashes) find themselves in a fairly deep crater.

“There now. It think this is a much more suitable place for a battle, wouldn’t you agree?” he asks the nothingness.

The now super-energized Solar had a sudden thought. “Hey, where’s Santa?”

“Hm? Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got it covered,” the fiend said, hardly providing any assurance that the holiday patron wasn’t somewhere in the dust they were breathing.

 

Cyril stopped a few inches from Solar, only to fly back at Max even faster than he was thrown. Not only that, but the ground beneath Max had melted and hardened, leaving his legs up to his knees stuck in the floor.

"Where do you think you're running off to? I'm not finished yet!"

The faint aura around Solar becomes more visible, the burning flames underneath him feeding more power in his near-endless stockpile of energy.

 

Uh, Solar, read my last post. Everything exploded.

 

Max struggled to escape his entrapment, and squirmed alot as he noticed Solar getting even more and more powerful...

finally, he decided the only way to handle this was to... blast the ground around his legs- that he did, with a little lightenergy, and sprung out like a comet, then flipping backwards onto the crater's rim. Max was infuriated-

"ALL THESE INNOCENT PEOPLE! YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!"

With that, Max jumped into the sky, and drew his sword to make a huge falling slash at Solar, who simply stepped out of the way as Max's sword cracked the earth around him-

"Doing exactly what I thought you'd do!"

And with that Max twisted toward Solar and uppercutted his rival, burning his hands from contact with him-

"Damn! that hurt!! >_<!"

Max then whispered into his palms, which immediately begain to feel better.

Max looked in the sky at Solar grinning and shaking his head at him, as if he saw Max's actions as pitiful.

Enraged, Max then jumps up towards Solar and begins to punch him, which Solar guards and counters, of which Max guards and counters... and then they punch eachother and get knocked opposite ways.

(Too much Matrix =P)

 

Frieza: To put your heart at rest, Max, there was nobody killed in that explosion. Metro City has been all but abandoned for almost a year now, and those who remain are certainly powerful enough to survive that.

 

Cyril begins to roll his eyes as Max grabs his arm, and practically lets himself be thrown. As he's flung toward Solar, he flips himself horizontal to the ground with is feet pointing toward the hedgehog, back to the floor, and reaches behind his back again as he telepathically tells Solar, "Throw me back." The flaming hedgehog happily obliges, as Cyril whips two Desert Eagles from behind his cape. Formally a sniper, Cyril effortlessly shines the dual laser sights into Max’s eyes, blinding him fleetingly for enough time to fire off 6 bullets into the cyborg’s (if you’re not a cyborg, sorry) breastplate, but Max quickly ducks before the remains of the two clips can be spent. Cyril flips backwards directly over Max, missing a wide kick, and landing on his feet. Before taking off to continue his assault, he notices a thin, lavender energy glow around him, and all his surroundings suddenly decimate.

As he looks around, Cyril realizes he now has no effective bits of anything to be used as fire cover, and turns to Frieza. “Great. Now we’re in a ****ing perfect semi-sphere.”

Frieza raises and eyebrow, “So apparently what I just did was bad, then?”

“No, no, no, you succeeded in blowing everything up. It’s the environment you’ve created that’s restricting my abilities.”

“A tad cranky, are we?”

“Oh, go drink something.” Cyril scuffled off to find a foe.

 

Crap you guys post fast. Ignore my last attack then if you wish.

 

(OOC: and you think I can't just melt the battered ground and stick him there?)

He flips back, floating still again. The two of them slowly circle, gauging how much more both of them could take.

Solar takes the upperhand and rushes towards Max, which he tries to maneauver around. While the attempt was not horrid, it turns out in vain as the energy circling Solar has grown too large to evade. The attack itself wasn't that hard, but it scorches Max's left arm and leg.

 

Or maybe it just took me a long time to write that, and didn't check to see what had happened before I posted it.

o.o;

 

"If there's one thing I can't stand... It's getting burned!!"

Max then jumps and then charges energy into his fist and punches Solar into the ground all in a seamless motion... after punching Solar again, Max pauses long enough to recite a healing spell, and turns at Freiza and replies-

"Still what you're doing is danger-"

Max stops himself turning around feeling the heat coming from Solar-

"So haven't given up yet? I'll fix thaaat!!!"

Max dives toward Solar, ready to tackle and throw him like Ken's rolling throw

 

Solar growls, waving his hand. Max feels himself run into an invisible wall, and is thrown back a couple feet.

"...you fool.... you know nothing of my powers.... the fire is a mere dot in the proverbial spectrum of abilities I have.... I have one you might enjoy....."

Solar raises the same hand again, pointing it at Max. By then, Max was able to stumble to his feet and recite another healing spell. Suddenly, he drops to his feet, gripping his heart. A large, stabbing pain fills his body, it becoming heavier and heavier as time passes.

Right before Max hits the ground, the pain stops.

"Hn.... freezing your blood into ice doesn't seem too 'noble'....or fun either"

Solar grins, dashing over at Max again

 

and you think I can't just melt the battered ground and stick him there?

Just making sure. The fact that Cyril was still flying at you even after a huge blast passed through is what made me wonder.

 

(OOC: I think since you posted that before we were expecting it, him and I were just posting the short time leading up to it.)

 

Frieza's catastrophic blast annihilates both Keyn and Reynziel. Reynard finds it easier to form new bodies than to protect the ones out there already. After the dust settles enough, she reforms, floating over the crater and wearing no guise but her own.

The gray vixen drifts downwards through the air like a falling leaf, smiling faintly. Her hazel eyes settle onto... Spades, she had heard him called. With a sudden grin, she attacks.

If Spades' "Aspect of Larz" attack could be compared to a torrential hurricane, flattening everything in its path, then Reyn's counter is akin to Chinese water torture. Both attacks use the same amount of water; they just use it differently.

Beat. Emptiness. Beat. Nothing. Beat. Void. Beat. Soundless. Beat. Alone. Beat. Dreamless. Beat. Cold. Beat. Forever. Beat. Eternity...

Beat. Twisting in the darkness, the heartbeat of a god reverberating back and forth through his skull, a certain kind of knowledge is inexorably forced in Spades' mind: You are a cog. A meaningless part of an uncaring universe, made for nothing and destined for nothing. One day, you will die, and be forgotten, and that is the end. Nothing can stop it. And perhaps most terrible of all is how everyone knows this, but manages to fool themselves with the delusions that, somehow, in the infinite cosmos, they somehow matter. But those illusions have been stripped away...

Beat. Hopelessness. Gradually, Spades' mind filters back into the present. Less than a second has actually passed; Reyn has not moved from where she was. Spades feels the momentary pressure, the backbeat of the universe, the sound of a second turning from future to past one last time, as it fades from hearing...

...beat...

 

Kneeling in prayer, yet still to the full extent of humanly possible pain, Max cries, in the true pain of it..

"Noble? How can you use that word, when you do such a crime as this!"

Solar with his own facial expression (starting to remind me of Sigma >_O) of complete confidence stands over Max, telling him that it's over, that a mere human, no matter how many more times made stronger, cannot stop him nor the rest of the SPA from any goal they seek. Max changes his lookof pain into a look of defiance, complete and total rejection of all that is told to him Standing above him, he tells him that this is the end...

"NEVER!!"

Max pours all his strength into a ShinRyuKen, but instad of a simple uppercut, it is a blindingly shiny and power blast of holy energy and force, depleting alot of Max's energy... and when it's all over, Solar is lying on the ground, and elsewhere closeby, Max is barely holding himself up..

"Need.. some more energy..."

 

(Karmis) Karmis' form evaporated from the blast. "....Y'all are pushing it," he said as more acid started to ooze out of his nucleus. As he was reforming he said, "Oh, and Frieza. Good luck. You'll need it. Touching a kitsune's hard enough, but hurting one? The best way to beat her is just to contain her. Of course, containing her magic as well is a problem. I say a blackhole may be able to do it," his expression turned to a very mean one, "but I don't suggest you try that. Pretty much, I suggest you just keep her distracted, maybe with a body. I suggest Goku's. Assuming and hoping she doesn't hear me, her playfulness might get the better of her."

Karmis noticed that they were still moving towards Reyn. "Grr...Or you could just ignore my advice and get yourselves killed. At least listen to this. You've forgotten about Tab. Giving him time to.....whatever. The point is, you know that's gonna come up again and kick you. HARD. I suggest someone find him, and contain him. You'll wanna do the same with Max. Be sure to search for weapons, you don't know how many plans I've seen fail because someone not unarming the prisoners. And we don't want this to be a holiday flop now, do we? That way, your only real trouble then is Reyn. Speaking of which, yes, I suppose you would want her distracted at the time."

Karmis, now fully reformed, walked over to Max, who was laying on the ground, clinging to life. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen. The candy cane of justice has fallen, leaving just a shell -- a wrapping -- of his formal self. And it brings me such joy." Karmis quickly looked over to SPA again, saying, "And this joy better not just be a sugar rush. Let's make sure to clean up all the trash, to make sure this day is full of Christmas delight." Karmis continued to make nonsensical Christmas analogies, hoping that people would get the clue to make their moves already.

 

The two warriors laid on the ground for quite some time, clinging to what was left of their lives. Soon enough, a slight laugh is heard from Solar, as he stumbles to his knees.

"Hn.. I give you credit, I've yet to see someone with such stamina try taking me down... but it was all for naught. Do you honestly think you could beat me in an environment like this...?" Solar motioned to the crater created by the previous explosion. He then looked up at the sun, shining down on the battlefield. "Defeating me in an area with such sunlight? It's such a shame that a hero has to go down due to a lack of tactic....."

After a minute or so, Solar is able to stand on his own two feet.

 

Half-consciously hearing what Karmis had to say, and taking note of what had so far occurred in the battle, Cyril had a thought. “I’m definitely not the person for this kind of fight… to much bending of reality.”

He glanced up at the kitsune, “Although… I have a feeling I know just the person for the job…”

Cyril hovered into the air, but just before flying away took one last glance over at Max lying in the dirt. He reached behind his back and pulled out two gifts. “Merry ****in’ Christmas” He breathed as he dropped two percussion grenades, a sonic boom letting out as he soared off.

 

"........."

Get up, Max.
"Who- what?"
...fine. Just stand still..

A mysterious ball of light falls from the sky, and begins to spin around Max, repairing various parts of him, and then pushing him to a standing position...
Listen to me. You're fighting without your mind. Indeed you may feel passionate about what you do, but I did not create you to be a fool
"What!?"
Awnsers come later. Now finish what you started

With that, the mysteriously rainbow colored ball dissapears, leaving Max at his fullest but also a little confused. Taking the ball of light's advice, and remembering what Solar said while Max was down, an idea sparks in Max's head-

"Alright, I order you to surrender, or else I'll defeat you faster than you can say "I'm beaten."."

Max suddenly notices the percussion bombs and then Kicks them out of his way-

 

(Karmis) Karmis jumped as Max's got back up. "GAH! You idiots! CONTAIN! You know that heroes put up such a hard fight dying....Then again, I supposed that could be your idea. Still, it jeopardizes this entire plan! It's a lot safer to just contain the hero, and so much more fun if you do it right," Karmis said as he put his hands into his robe, and pulled out two things.

One was a lighter, and another was a small bottle with a bit of a rag hanging out of it. The bottle had a small label on it, though the only thing on it was a circle with a plus sign connected to the bottom of the circle. And the symbol was pink. "I think you can figure out what this does. Go on, use your imagination. You guys don't follow orders next time, I light this up, use it as a Russian drink, and whoever gets hit by will need some new clothes. Doesn't affect me, seeing how I don't have a gender. But y'all will be fighting over boys instead of Santa if you slip up again," Karmis turned his head over to Max. "Now then, don't make me use this on you. Just come along and I'm sure we could create a makeshift cell or something."

 

As Max swings his leg for the kick, his misses the bombs entirely. Not only that, but the kick ends up using more power than he put in, causing him to spin around fall to the ground.

"Heh.... surrender.... that's a good one" Solar replies, looking at his foe. He then looks over at Karmis, barking "How do you expect us to contain them? Shove them in a beer bottle and seal it tight?!"

 

"Gender potion? Please... That's SO Bad Sonic CYOA!"

Max held his sword above him, and then Karmis also held its potion high as if to throw it, and in quick motion faster than Karmis's optics could preceive, Max slashed his sword producing a Sacred Edge attack, jolting Karmis's electroconductive body and causing him to drop his little potion on the ground. unfortunatly, the glass was strong enough to take the shock, and was still in tact after falling to the ground.

Max then turned around sharply and lookd directly at Solar, telling him "You have ONE more chance. Tell me you and your friends *He motions his sword at Frieza and the others* give up or else I'm taking you down hard. Got it?"

He then lept at Solar and then simply floated infront of him, on transparent angelic wings, still keeping an eye on Karmis to see if he would reform himself and then use his bargining chip...

 

A voice rang out in Karmis's mind. "Your concerns are understood, but misplaced. Solar and our approaching friend Nemo are more than capable of handling Max and the absent Tab, and anyone else that might come along. As for you containment strategy, I doubt it will come to that. It’s not out style. Now relax, you’ll have all the blood and misery you desire this Christmas.”
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The ground still trembled from the earth shattering blast that had left a barren divot in the face of the city. Bits of yet unsettled ground tumbled down the debris laced sides of the crater, falling deeper into its heart. But was it shock that made the ground shudder, or was it dread?

A breeze crossed the face of the icy prince. It carried the ashes born of his hand, the remains of forgotten homes and livelihoods. But amidst the pain and injustice, there also drifted voices of hope. Voices that cried out for an end to the tyranny of the heartless mercenaries and the freedom of the season’s symbol of joy. This breeze was tragically redolent to him. The soot it carried was the same as every other battle torn scape he’d been part of. He brushed it off his face.

Using these dark feelings to push him to do what must be done, Frieza reaches out to the realms beyond. A dark aura creeps across the battlefield as his power rises to a level he deems sufficient. He leaps into the air, stopping in front of the struggling Spades. He stares into Reynard with his, a burning blood red, yet so very cold. Calm and unrelenting they consumed the b.itch-fox’s (not an insult, an accurate description) playful smile with their unchanging, horrifyingly cold stare. This was a semblance that Frieza hadn’t taken all day, a deeply serious one. His enemy saw it with delight. To her it simply opened new opportunities for amusement.

Focusing his mana, Frieza chants the ruins in a voice far deeper than his normal.

"Mon Des Ful Gor!!!"

As the words become an echo, the sky begins to move. A sound, similar to distant thunder yet not nearly as natural, rolls across the horizon. Waves of purple wash across the midday sun, obstructing all light, save the ominous luminance coming from the foreboding clouds.

The wind dies for miles around and the city took on an unsettling stillness, much like the calm before a storm. The purple waves become thicker and thicker, until they cover everything in sight; sovereigns of the sky. All can feel the temperature rise until it becomes smothering. Frieza does not appear immune to this, but goes on unhindered. He raises a glowing green arm to the sky, and makes a throwing gesture toward Reyn.

 

(Maestro? http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/nes/Pyra-x.mid)

A vociferous din shakes the blackened sky, roaring with fury and hatred, condemning all it can grasp. Beneath the screaming heavens, clusters of violet fire rain down like brimstone. The hazel-eyed creature watches the impending flames descend, hardly seeing any cause for concern. But she realized too late the true nature of the blaze.

She and the entire city are engulfed in the raging purple inferno. The flames of o_ (Des), the sixth element. Like the barren wasteland it represents, this symbol invokes destitution, desolation, and hatred. Originally, it was used to vanquish incorporeal beings, but mages have since twisted it into a wicked fire that tears at all forms of spirit. As the inescapable shower touches Reyn, her reality becomes distorted with pain. As it runs across her body, her soul recoils in agony and fear. She plummets to the ground, unable to focus enough to keep aloft. The sensation spreads through his body like a venomous plague, magnifying the already unbearable torture into an unquenchable void. Her thoughts and emotions are torn asunder, replaced by a confusing spiral of unrelenting malice and contempt, which finds the fox’s fragile being to be an excellent focal point. The more she struggles against the ever intensifying pain, the further in she sinks. Her body suddenly combusts in unnatural fire. She cannot help but let out an animalistic cry as the dark flames devour her spirit, her first true expression of pain all day.

Her world becomes an endless nightmare of agony and terror. The indescribable suffering consumes her consciousness while the hellish conflagration liquefies her body and burns away her soul.

Frieza watches as her flesh bubbles and begins to flake off in black curls of dead skin. The mildest trace of satisfaction finds him as he beholds her twitching spasmodically. Bone blackens and becomes weak and brittle. Blood boils and begins to seep out through newly exposed muscles. Her eyes roll back into her head as she writhes in agony.

The fires of the spirit continued to pour down without end. Spades was kept shielded, the attack instinctively dodging the fighter beside him. Cyril was fortunate enough to escape the attacks range before it began, but Solar, while Frieza tried to steer away the bulk of o_ from him, could not help but be hit by some, making his mind grow wild and his body burn. Even with his natural immunity to fire, he was scorched by those unquenchable flames, extinguished not by water, worn down not by wind, and repelled not by body.

After what seems like an eternity to those caught in the firestorm below, the sky relents and the violet blaze gradually smothers itself. At length the sun returns and the field looks as though it hasn’t been touched, not a single scorch mark to be found. The savage king descends and watches his enemy’s mind run hopelessly in circles, trying to make sense of the incomprehensible pain it just experienced.

“The battle has begun.”

 

(OOC;Music!http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/sony/ps2/YANO-raisethysword.mid Oh..Tabcef is a fox..if you didn't know. Not kitsune. Fox. Thing. Human-Fox hybrid thing?)

Tabcef, seemingly unscathed from the rain of death, lifts himself up. His jacket, somehow is now worn by him again. His hands light up with a light blue flame. He slams his fists into the ground, and the flames on his hands light up even more. He lifts into the air, and claps his hands, sending a large wave through the sky, knocking the SPA into the ground.

Tabcef:"BURNING SEAR!"

The ground splits and shakes, as flames emerge from the cracks within the crater, debris, and land around and under the SPA. The flames seeming seem to come up very slowly, then the ground starts shaking again. The cracks, in the lines slowly open up to form a Hexagon. The land under the Hexagon seemingly only to swallow the SPA whole.

However, that was not the end of it. Dropping to the ground, Tabcef then puts his hands into a strange position, resembling one as if he were pretending to hold a gun upwards with the gun as his fingers. The blue flames again intensify, but this time are seemingly distorting into a small ball. The flames keep on intensifying until the Small Distortion of Reality is somewhat visible. A blur, and yet an endless well of forgotten souls, the ball itself almost seems to be living. He throws it into the large burning inferno, watching as it absorbs all the fire, and the SPA members into it. The ball itself, then explodes in a fiery rage.

Tabcef, who has had his head pointed down the whole time, now lifts his head up, unshadowing his face.

 

Slowly, Reyn lifts herself off of the tortured ground, body wracked by the fading flickers of flame. But she's healing, and there's still a grin hidden under behind the charred remains of her face. She staggers a few steps, rasping out a chuckle. Eventually, she finds her voice.

"That was... good," she murmurs, coughing up a small cloud of soot. "Could have been more focused," she chides, stamping out the last remnants of the nearby purple flame. "But my mind isn't like that. I'm... diffused. Spread out. Not all here. I don't keep all my eggs in one basket. What you don't destroy in one go restores what you did." Now fully reformed, she scratches under her muzzle, humming tunelessly. "What to use, what to use..." She sighs melodramatically, smiling pleasantly at Frieza. "Ooo!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together excitedly. "I know."

Reyn's attacks are marked by an anticlimactic lack of special effects. For her latest, she merely spreads her hands, fog, or maybe smoke, rolling off of her body. But this isn't normal fog, of course, that would be silly. This fog... obscures. Impenetrable to the most focused of magical sight, the cloud is expanding in preparation of Reyn's next move.

In her eyes, as she vanishes in the mists, the tyrant can read something. She has a trump card, but hopes she won't have to use it. Something... dangerous.

 

Solar screams in agony as o_ hits him, falling to his knees in pain. After it's effects, he makes a last ditch effort and forces the gender potion bottle into Max as he gave his last warning.

Solar's eyes closed faintly, and wouldn't open again. Yet, he didn't need to. Around him seemed to be the emptiness of space, a void, sheer nothing-ness. It seemed that this is where souls go-or at least where his goes- when they die.

Solar yelled into the dark abyss, truly not believing it was the end for him. His battle couldn't end like this. This couldn't be the glorious defeat that he would face!

But it wasn't.

Out of complete luck, or horrid timing, the flames of Tabcef's Burning Seer engulfed the corpse of the fallen warrior. The intense heat revitalized the battered hedgehog, forcing his eyes open. He gasped as he looked around, noticing he was back at the fight.

 

(Karmis) Karmis sighed. "Well this is annoying. Just when I think I have the advant--" Karmis was quickly cut off by a quick blast of sewage water coming under him. When the blast receded back into the sewage, Karmis' eyes and nucleus were gone, as well as the small bottle. Another blast came up about ten feet over from the previous one, but when this one receded, it left a perfectly reformed Karmis when the bottle.

However, the Karmis now formed was much different looking than the regular Karmis. He gained easily two feet in height. The part of the head that seemed like a monobrow now formed two horns at the end of each side, and the psuedodreads were now spikier, and a fourth one appeared as well. Karmis' expression was a sad one, "Aw...I'm zeroed out without my Zero Clothes. It's just isn't the same without--I know!" he snapped his fingers, and within three seconds another blast came up with his clothes on it, acting as a pedestal. Karmis put on the clothes. They consisted a black jacket with all sorts of symbols painted on the arms and the back all in red, black kaikis, and tall black boots. He put his his robe on the blast, and it descended back into the ground. Looking around at confused faces, he said, "What? I liked black back in the day. I also liked guns. And techno. Still like techno though. Getting off subject."

Karmis remembered the voice in his head, and thought, "Are you my conscious? If so, you're pretty crappy. I don't really want to see blood and misery. I just want one of these plans to work. Do you know how many times I've fought alongside Para, and failed? It's not fair. SOTLOTWAS was full of the greatest men in Metro City. And we were always foiled. So then, SPA reminds kinda of us, so I want y'all to win. That's all there is to it."

 

Everyone in the crater has lost the use of their eyes, merit to Reyn. Karmis stood off by himself, talking to…well, himself. From behind him, he felt of flicker of familiar energy appear, then quickly fade dramatically. He turned his head and raised a curious eyebrow as footsteps started coming toward him. No…not quite toward him…but in his direction. Since fog is fog, Karmis was able to make out a human form some ten feet away, but as it reached its closest point he immediately recognized the black trench coat and thin, long, flowing blonde hair.

“This is interesting…” Karmis thought rather than spoke for once, “Veeeeeery interesting…

 

'Selfish, selfish,' Spades thought as he shook off the universe's beating truth. 'I'm really to selfish to care about that. You should know I barely value my own soul since I'm a shadow of a real person. Friez has seen thet. Oh well.'

The argonian flew throught the mist tracking ki signature the whole way. Frieza, Karmis, Cyril, and... oh no.

Ka-Dack!!!

Two figures duel in the fog. Blurs and shapeless silouettes are all that can be seen in the battle before the cry is heard.

"Zeiro Flare!!!"

The mists are slightly blown away, stubbornly clinging to the air as the flames are unleashed in front of their conjuror. The intense light and heat scar the vision of those who look. The burning sopo subsides and the one who summoned them goes back to his work, the sound of metal and claw on flesh sickening.

Spades rushes in and cuts at the beseiged shadow with his crimson sword. Blood and flesh fly into the hazy air as both combatants toss their foe back and forth in the mists like some demented game of catch. Both of them stab into Reyn at opposite crunching junctures, their weapons almost meeting within the flesh. Then just as quickly they separate and throw her into the air.

On the pass, the argonian and echidna laugh demonically while charging their attacks. Neither can see the other, but sight is never an issue for those who know illusion as their second home. When they stop the both of them focus their strength on Reyn's battered form yet again.

A pillar of lightning erupts from the earth, making the kitsune seen by the rest of the others. Spades strains with the effort of guiding so much energy.

Ace pulls bnack both of his fists and begins to tremble, as if restraining something. With a gut wrenching scream, the echidna let go and the storm began. A rush of power erupted from nowhere, not Ace, not the sky, not the earth below. It just came. Reyn was torn in every direction while the roaring of wind and light whirled all around.

"Cosmic Divide..." Ace panted.

When it died away, the pillar of electricity continued to hold her aloft in the swirling mist.

"Hey Frieza," Spades said, straining to concentrate. "Should I go looking for the rest of her mind like I did your presence? Make the job of killing this Ellimist a lot easier if we gathered all the parts and sealed 'em together"

 

OoC Note: I have no idea if I disturbed a premeditated attack by doing that, if so I'm sorry. The fog's still there. It's just pushed away from the pillar of electricity, ya can't see any other damn thing.

 

Once again, Reyn is torn apart by an attack of stunning proportions... And again, it doesn't seem to mean anything. The shredded body dissolves, becoming a part of the mist, which closes in thick and thicker, filling the whole of the crater with cloying dampness. Reyn's peculiar, weak ki signature reappears amidst the mists, but it has become... unfocused. She seems to exist in every direction at once, sixth, seventh, either and above senses saying that the kitsune is lurking just out of sight in the fog.

It's worth stating once again that this is not natural fog. Sight has been annulled, and the sounds filtering through the cloud are directionless and distant. Hidden currents mask scents, and lastly, as Reyn's signal diffuses into the billowing grayness, the ability to sense power is masked. For those who have become used to relying on those higher senses, it is like being entombed. Even telekinesis loses it's way in this smoke.

There is a brief flash of power, like summer lightning, in the heart of the mists. Reyn is building something, and this fog must be a stalling tactic, buying the time to complete whatever it is she's constructing. Maybe she doesn't feel the fog will be enough, because in front of each member of the SPA, a Reyn wordlessly forms out of the fog, dropping into a variety of fighting stances.

She is unarmed and looks frail, but appearances are so often deceiving.

 

I guess I underestimated Tab. I thought he was just another gunslinger, which is understandable considering that he spent the first half to the battle cowering under a table.

Also, I'd like to clarify that I meant no offense to either him or firerocket by what Frieza said earlier. I don't actually know how good either of you are, it's just something Frieza would say.
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"Finding all the parts is a must," Frieza told Spades through a direct foldspace link, avoiding any interference from the fog, "but be careful. I wouldn't be too anxious to dive into a mind like that if I were you."

Frieza’s body lay wracked amidst the ethereal vale. Dark spirits had clouded his mind as the attack came, loosening his focus. Small burns covered his struggling form, leaking lavender blood through the stretched and boiled skin. Quite used to this sort of pain, he quickly rose to his feet. With a painful effort, the lost souls that plagued him were put aside like so many others. Frieza had even gotten used to THAT feeling. It sickened him, yet he felt a twinge of pride behind it.

The crystal-clad fighter stared condensingly into the eyes of the image before him. In a swift motion, his left hand darted out from his side and disappeared into a thin ring of light. But it emerges much more slowly, every move an enormous exertion. From the foldspace portal, the white reptilian hand emerges carrying something the light would not touch. A black hole.

Blood oozes from Frieza's open wounds, and his eyes become bloodshot as he struggles to control the massive anomaly possessing his hands. Frieza throws his head back and screams, trying to summon enough power to execute the attack. The resulting energy waves reverse the flow of dirt from slowly tumbling down the slopes to soaring up them. After gathering a comfortable amount of raw ki, Frieza focuses on the condensed matter in his hands. In an indistinguishable display of twisted light, he holds his hands to the heavens as physics bends around him. All energy and loose matter drains from the billowing indent as he focuses to keep it from swallowing the entire planet. Expanding his containment field, the stellar void forms a gauntlet around his hand. Once all the is fog absorbed, Frieza darts about at his usual blinding speed and touches each Reyn, instantly absorbing them. Then he puts the spatial monster back where he got it from.

“Ah, Ace, welcome back. This is the first time I’ve actually seen you and Spades fighting side by side.” Frieza decided to skip the rest of the pleasantries. “If you need my help, just call. Since I can’t transform, you two have the advantage today.”

 

The fog lurks and prowls still, floating aimlessly around and even through the fighters. It is so dense now that even seeing the ground under your feet is impossible. As Frieza darts through it, it shifts around him, clamping down on more and more senses and means of communication.

There's another glimmer of power in the deepest parts of the fog, undisturbed by what's happening in the fringes. The fog drifts by Frieza's black hole gauntlet withhout so much as a change in direction. Whatever this stuff is, gravity has no hold... And ahead of Frieza, yet another Reyn drops out of the fog, holding up her hands in a placating gesture.

"That's a dangerous toy you've got there," she says, nodding towards the black-covered hand. "Luckily, there's a trick I know that a friend taught me. It requires part of me to be inside of it, though." She grins, flashing a muzzle-full of perfect teeth, and spreads her hands in a "come-and-get-me" gesture. "You'll find that gravity manipulation is one of my favorite fields..."

And just like that, the humor drains from her face. She looks bored, and depressed as well. She looks tired of playing a part like she's done so many times before. "Yanno, I don't think I like going head to head with you folks. Time to think like a kitsune..." A small, self-satisfied smile. "Keep Santa if y'like. If you do, this Christmas, Kitsune Claus is gonna pay a visit to the kiddies of the world, and there'll be more presents than ever before. I'll make sure you get a lump of coal, too." She turns her back on Frieza, tailswishing. "Isn't it nice to win without fighting at all?"

 

Z walked nonchalantly through the fog, curiously looking through it as a scientist would look at a naturally occurring scientific breakthrough. He smiled with the pleasure of mystery, but that was replaced with worry as he glimpsed into the future, seeing what the kitsune Frieza was facing had planned. He watched for what seemed to be an hour, but awoke with only very vague memories of the vision, and no time seemingly having passed, and he hadn’t moved. Z still knew, though, this Reynard clone would be serious trouble if she could dispose of an attack like Frieza’s without any challenged. Z stopped walking as his eye’s shifted from green to yellow.

He could see Frieza’s life force, and he could definitely sense power in front of the dictator, but the area around Frieza was void of any life forces. Z teleported over to Frieza, who almost lost his focus and dropped the black hole upon his appearance. Z’s eyes were now green again, and he walked a few steps forward and bent down. He could see a face a few inches away from his, but the fog was now so thick he could barely make out any details.

The Reynard clone was slightly annoyed, and definitely not amused as he continued to stand there without moving, “Can I help you?”

Z’s eyes flickered back to yellow, and he could now see nothing in the space where the voice had just come from. He stood up straight and looked around. Ace…Spades…Max…Solar…Karmis…He could even see the original Reynard off to the side. How, then, was there apparently nothing in front of him? He changed his eyes once more back to green and stooped over again. Sure enough, the clone was still there.

“Ahem.” It spoke.

“You’re not real are you?” Z said, and the clone cocked its head to one side and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe real wasn’t quite the right word, but you sure are an interesting creature.” And with that, Z wandered off toward the real Reyn as if nothing had happened, and flickered his eyes to yellow to ensure himself of where he was walking. Seeing wasn’t required, it was just convenient.

 

"Man, this is useless," Ace muttered.

His companion looked over at the echidna in shock. "What?"

"We're way too physical. We could kill an army of thousands if not millions of men, but we can't put a dent in something that uses random insanity. Maybe..."

The argonian paled. "No! Nonononononono! You're not sending me in there and calling turtle boy at the same time, we could all end up dead, or worse... bonded to her too!"

Ace smiled dangerously. "I think that's a risk I can take."

'You're evil.'

Ace's ring begins to shimmer agasin as he and his friend vanish. Spades gave one last statement before he disappeared into the reality outside of time and space. "This is gonna suck."

Their place is taken by something short and stocky holding a lantern. His pressence in announced by a slight scratchy coughing noise.
-_-

100, MAN!!!

 

"--and I wanna Kihmari action figure, and a pony, and some hair, and-- hey! Where'd Santa go," Shiro pouted.

 

The moment Frieza realized the fog was uneffected by his gravity well, he put it away. He faced his foxy foe and grinned, somewhat annoyed.

"I had a feeling you'd say something like that eventually. You really didn't grab me as the fighting type. Oh, but do stick around for another few minutes; I promise we'll have lots of fun."

The other-worldy link between Frieza and his spell-singing friends came alive. "I need her UEF. Even better, see if you can get her all together. I think I can catch her."

 

Oh, I see you've got your own plan. Perhaps I can be of some assistance.

 

Ace, check your zen skyring box.

 

Reyn smiles. The fog evaporates, bright sunlight shining down on the crater once again. Only the Reyn standing in front of Frieza is left; there is no sign of her construction, whatever it was. She doesn't look threatening, she looks small. And red, because she's wearing a red velvet bodysuit, bordered with pure white fur. A Santa suit.

She puts the hat on, settling in between her ears, trying out a few "Ho, ho, ho!"s under her breath. There is a sense of distanc; the majority of Reyn has left the area, off to find more interesting things to do. As far as she is concerned, the fight is over. Christmas is saved, although Santa is still MIA.

 

Well you're no fun.

 

Solar raises an eyebrow at the santa knock-off, a slight grin spreading across his face.

"Hn... a victory... a cheap one at that..."

He then casually looks over at Frieza. "I guess we can just kill the fat man then..."

 

"Did you not just hear me!?! The man has a right to life.. something I'M NOT ABOUT TO LET HM LOSE! I may not be strong enough to take all of you in, but I'll be dammed if I didn't try!"

With that, Max finally does what he inteded to do, and Grabs Solar and takes off- his speed is faster than a Sonic Boom, and the two fly off... and back down again!
they crash into the earth, Max using Solar as a sort of sheild, and they go into the ground, landing in a damp cave under the city.

"Let's see how this goes now!"

 

As Max dashes toward Solar, the world around him suddenly vanishes, and is replaced with the dank cellar the SPA bar. He stops running, and looks around confusedly, and frustratingly. A deep growl emanates from behind a large pile of boxes, and he about faces as a one of Sub's many creatures emerges.

Then, that world vanishes and he is back in the cave below what used to be Metro City, but this time a fist is coming full force only a few inches from his face, and he only has time enough to flinch and be knocked backward. The fist passes directly through his helmet, not breaking, but bending physics and traveling through it, connecting square with the would-be hero's nose.

Max barely has the consciousness to handspring backward back onto his feet, but when he finally opens his eyes he finds himself in a dense tropical rain forest. He tastes blood dripping down from his nose. Insects begin making their way up his metal leg plating, and the noises of birds and monkeys can be easily heard. This world is once again instantly replaced by the cave he knew he was in, as a flying kick is delivered to his shoulder blade, this time breaking the armor with a steel toed boot.

Max yelps in pain as bone shatters, and spins to the ground.

"I remember a time where we fought along side each other, Maxim." Z says after landing from his kick. "And I have no idea why you're now going against the SPA."

 

((From a little while back: ...his knees in pain. After it's effects, he makes a last ditch effort and forces the gender potion bottle into Max as he gave his last warning. You sure must have gotten used to that female body pretty fast))

Solar laughs wickedly, raising to his feet.

"Insolent fool... trying to bring me under the cover of earth..."

Solar closes his eyes, entering a state of extreme concentration. The ground lets out a low groan to the two of them. The groaning grows louder, and shakes the cave underneath them.

"Welcome to your funeral."

The ground around Solar bursts open, spewing forth scorching hot liquid magma.

 

Frieza smiles, matching the cheer of the new Santa. "My dear, bringing misery to the people of this planet was not my objective. If it were, I would've just blown up the planet. This is about tradition, and getting back at that 'saint'. Whether or not you give toys to the childeren of the world is your business. By the way, your 'ho, ho, ho' needs work."

 

Check your mail, Friez.
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Spades is a bit bewhildered at the challenge before him. He reaches out with his pressnce and 'feels' each of the strands around him.

"Friez, Ace, Cyril, Karmis, Vegeta, Trunks, Goku, Me, Shiro, Z, aaaannnd... Holy ****!"

Indeed, a paradox worthy of his profanity. Never had he seen such a complex essence, a world jumper for certain with phenomenal cosmic power. So many strings connected to so many placed, crossed with so many places and events. A Final Fantasy, a cataclysm, a birth, a death, a rebirth, a possession...

Yet nowhere, at absolutely any point did the strand fade as if the person had never known true death. Weird, but not unheard of. Almost Ixian in a way, but scattered.

"Oh well," he said and began the task of pulling together such a massive endless strand. It took some time, as the first five main pieces were like opposing magnets and uncooperative until he forcefully fused them.

"This is not gonna be an easy job."

In the real world...

Shiro stood up and strolled his way over to the new Santa.

"If you really are Santa, there's something you've gotta do," he said.

A rumble was heard off in the distance and the ground began to quake. A great line of white washed over the battlefield and centered itself around the red-suited kitsune. It was like some giant flat tornado.

The end of said tornado calmly flew up in front of her and unrolled with an engraving marker. On one end were the letters 'Ni' and on the other 'Na'.

"You gotta check off the list."

 

(OOC: Whoa, didn't see that part.... sorry. anyway, I think being surprised something like this happened to you is funnier...)

"You... I can't belive I ever thought of you as friends you MURDE-"
Max froze, noticing the feminity of his voice. Shocked and surprized, Max looks around....herself.... to notice her body was very different.

In distress, Max flew out of the earth, and into the sky, faster than ever before..

In a fetal position, rocking back and fourth, Max was crying and with a very dizzied look upon... her... face.

"KARMIS!!!!"

The earth shook at her scream, and she began to run back to the crater-

"I.... give up!!! Just make me back to normal you disgusting blob! Aggh!!"

The worst part of this mental torture was that her very latest cry of frustration was even more of a feminine action.

(OOC:okay, I'm tired of pointing out the obvioius. no more italics for that.)

Max then dashed around looking for the saint, she was sure if anyone else knew how to fix this, the great spirited Santa would know...

 

Finally noticing a change, Tabcef hops onto a piece of derbis and ignites two Katars. Once again lifting into the air, he dashes torwards Frieza, leaving a blue trail.

The air seems to become blistering hot, as the Katars seem to become translucent blades.

Taking a few jabs at Frieza, Tabcef then dashes back and waits for a counterattack.

 

Solar stands there, laughing at the cowering heroine. After recharging a bit of his energy from the lava, he leaves the cave he was put into and returns to the battlefield.

 

Not finding the symbol of holiday happiness for children, our heroine confronts Karmis-

"Change me back!!! Change me back now!"

 

Frieza looked over his foe with interest. After a moment of watching, he turned to the Santa-fox behind him.

"You'll have to excuse me for a moment," he politely requested. "I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere. Now don't go 'way; I'll be right back."

The all-powerful alien took off to a flying start, meeting his enemy head on. Arrogantly, he dodged in and out of Tab’s slashes, arms crossed, a playful smirk on his face. But Tab demonstrates an unexpected amount of ambidexterity with his flaming Katars and catches Frieza in his technique, leaving the white snake with a burning gash across his left shoulder. Instantly intensifying his expression, Frieza smacked one of the blazing blue weapons with blinding speed. Tab’s grip held true to his command, but the bonds in his right shoulder did not. He squints with pain as the arm dislocates, but still does not falter on his guard, deflecting a small energy beam with a graceful diagonal slash. Frieza holds out his hand, grinning maliciously, and oomphs out a shock wave. Tab instinctively covers his face with working arm, and manages to keep is footing as he is pushed back several feet.

“You know Tab, I believe you forgot to pay your bill last time you were at our bar. I suppose we could consider your blood to be compensation.”

 

If nobody says anything soon, I'm skipping to the finale.

 

(OOC:Karmis killed my will ta fight, darn it. But oh well, have ta do something.)
(Max's theme, I suppose the main part begins when Max finally gives into her temper : http://www.miquelfire.com/users/max/HolyOrders.mid)

Max was watching the battle between Frieza and Tabcef. Her internal instincts for Justice were overflowing, even though she had thrown in the towel so to speak, her blood begain to boil at the thought of killing somone over... a bar bill!

Max had her eyes closed and was clenching her teeth, and if one could see the aura of anger she was trying to contain, it was violent indeed.

Max: That's enough!

raising the Fuuraiken from the ground Max moved between Frieza and Tabcef after the release of the shockwave, pulling Tabcef out of the way. All of this was done at near Lightspeed, making everything seem incredibly slow to Max, and everyone else looking at a blur.

Max: I suppose we're fighting together again Tabcef, Hm?

Max then returned her focus upon the leader of the SPA, and glanced at the other members of the SPA as well... She stood infront of Tabcef, and had a defensive look on her face as she spoke:

Max: I respected you guys... but now you stand against justice. I can't ignore it any longer! I may not stand a chance... But I'll die before I forget my ideals!

 

Solar returns to the surface in time to see Max confront Frieza. He circles around to Frieza's side, laughing.

"What, coming back for more? Let's keep this a fair fight girls, I don't think it's right to double team him", Solar grins, looking at the battered enemies.

 

(OOC: Frieza I got a funny idea, so I'll E-mail you about it...-_-';;'.)

".......... VERY FUNNY, SOLAR!"

Max doubles the defense by casting a small sheild around the two. She knew it wasn't powerful, but it'd last at least a few hits...

 

(OOC: I've just noticed you don't have an E-mail in your profile. Well, My E-mail's either Cloud_strider24@yahoo.com, Max@miquelfire.com, either by your choosing. Or AIM, that's the fastest way, MaximusSFC... anyway, gotta contact somehow.)

 

(Heheh, forgot about this topic. I was just about to bow out anyway.)

The Santa-vixen smiles. "Maybe I'll come play again someday, but I do have a list to check, as I was reminded. Oh, and maybe next year Santa will have a kitsune bodyguard, mmm? 'Cause you can't kill him, or else you won't have anything to do at all next year." She adjusts her jolly hat, blowing a kiss to the world in general. "Toodles, ya'll! Merry Xmas to all, and to all, a good night!" She vanishes in a puff of mist.

 

Max: Blast it Reyn, I was going need you filling out the incident report even though there may not be one.. this is quite a situation..

 

Darn. And here I was about to reveal your weakness. Oh well, saves me the trouble of writing it up I guess. Nice run anyway.

 

Z kicks his feet up on an invisible ottoman and leans back back in an invisible recliner, "Well, I'm bored. Two days till the Eve, and then I'm leavin'. 'Less o'course, somethin' should happen."

 

(OkageHime) Suddenly, OkageHime pops in with an important annoucement:

"I ARE GOING TO CONQUER THE WORLD NOW! BWA HA! Um....no one try...to....stop me...or anything...OR ELSE! HA! MY SHEER MEANESS COMFOUNDS J00! YES!

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>>

::disappears::

 

Frieza considered following Reyn and seeking his revenge, but he held himself as that word crossed his mind. Revenge. With pain, he let his pride slip away and saw the truths he'd been ignoring. There was no reason to torment her. The bar would've been destroyed anyway.

And so, in the spirit of mercy, forgiveness, and overall laziness, the mighty emperor let his enemy go. But as the fight was about to resume, a deep, familiar voice boomed over the battlefield.

"You've all been very naughty. Very naughty indeed."

Frieza: What the?

Shiro: Was that Santa?

Frieza: I didn't know Santa knew telepathy.

Z: He didn't...

Suddenly, the ground at the center of the crater explodes skyward. From the plume of earth emerges the not-so-jolly red man himself. He floats to a lofty vantage and addresses the mercenaries below.

"You miserable bunch of drunks," he snarled with disdain. "Coal is too good for you. Christmas is too good for you! Never before have I met anyone as foul or wretched on this Earthly plane! I told you last year that I'd be ready for you, and now I'll see justice done for the atrocities you've wrought on this most holy of seasons!!!"

With that, reindeer emerge from the clouds and begin swooping down trying to gore the SPA warriors. An army of elves equipped with small hatchets emerges from beneath the ground all across the city and charge toward the remnants of the bar. Santa himself creates small balls of magical energy and hurtles them below.

Frieza: Perhaps 3 times in a row really WAS a bit too predictable...

 

(XD!, well I suppose Santa will have to say her request is beyond his power...)

Max sees the chaos santa was causing, and couldn't help but cry out-

"Santa!!!"

The enraged Jolly man only slightly averted his attention, whispering "Yes, Lad? Errp, I mean laddie?"

"Santa! You know who I am!!!"

"Yes and you've been a very good boy, er young lady this year!"

"Well... fix this!!"

"I'm sorry, but that is beyond even MY Magic! I'm so sorry! eeerp, I'm to busy right now to think of something else to make you happy, wait till Christmas! Then I'll have something for you! AS FOR YOU NAUGHTY LADS, HO. HO. HO!

 

It doesn't have to be beyond his power if you don't want it to be.

 

Eh, well I just think it'd be funny to go with the other storyline, for awhile.

Just awhile, of course.

 

((I dunno Friez, I've been asking for a sex change for about 5 years and I still haven't gotten it))

 

Max's mouth was ajar at Santa-

"Santa! what are you doing! Surely you don't mean to kill them!"

"Of course not dear. Only make them LEARN THEIR LESSON!"

"........."

 

And on and on the SPA warriors battled Santa, but to no avail. While his minions quickly fell, the immortal holiday patron could not be defeated. And then, it happened. The thing childeren of the world have feared since the holiday tradition began.

Santa went berserk.

Maddly, recklessly he blasted at enemys and friends alike. None could evade his wrath, and none could quell his fury. After a long and tiring battle, he prepared to kill all present, and drown the world in the fires of his horrible passion. It seemed the end was neigh...

(Vegeta crawls out from under the ground)

Vegeta: (spitting out dirt) Bah. The prince of all saiya-jins will not be defeated by a jolly fat man. You'll pay for that bar we destroyed!

(Pulls duff from clip on his belt)

Vegeta: (pulls pin on duff, pulls arm back) This one's for Tiny Tim!!!

 

Trunks: Who?

 

Vegeta: I mean Trunks. Tiny Trunks.

Trunks: But dad, you hate him.

Vegeta: Huh? Oh right. Uh...then this one's for the rats that used to live in the jukebox!!!

And the half-buried prince hurtled the magical brew at the corrupted saint. It exploded before him, drenching Santa in the brownish elixir. When the refreshing mist cleared, the round man was jolly again, drunk off his enormous ass. The bar gang easily subdued him and held him until the next day. They released him that afternoon, a gargantuan hangover marking the past night's events. The warriors of good went home, assured that all would be well in time.

And that's how the S.P.A. saved Christmas, after ruining it both years prior. The end.