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Gilgamesh      If nothing else can be said about the King of Heroes without strings of profanity or frustration, you can at least say this - the demigod knows how to make a statement.

     The Closet of Babylon stands in the midst of one of the biggest trade cities in the Multiverse. He's bought a spot right in the middle of the commercial district, knocked down a whole bunch of buildings, and placed an ill-fitting but gorgeous Mesopotamian palace in the middle of the drab skyscrapers. Ruby-red banners hang down from its walls, advertising a GRAND OPENING in glittering golden thread. The rotating glass doors might just be made of silver and diamond, judging by the way they feel in hand. The carpets are a luxurious, plush crimson.

     There are *attendants*.

     There's *food*. There's *drinks*.

     And it's most assuredly not just for the grand opening. The whole place is set up like an opulent hotel. These staff members, dressed in white robes with stitching finer than most modern luxury garments, are here to do this job and just this job.

     There's *elevators*. Fountains spiral around them with elegant flows of sparkling water, fancy lighting flickering around them.

     And on every floor, the clothes.

     Up front, of course, is the Babylondo Collection, being shown off by models - most of them with white hair, for Some Strange Reason. Robes and metal mix together into what almost looks like functional armor. Knight-visor hats sit atop women clad in flowing bottom-dresses and skirts with straps of metal around their chests. There's even one that's just a beautiful fluffy robe in Babylonian style, not unlike the one the King himself often wears.

     That robe is marked RESERVED. There is no price tag. No one is wearing it.

     Can't imagine why.

     The crowd is enormous. People are looking through the discount sections, with row after row of things like the old Enkiduds collection, the original CasGil suits and pants lines, and other well-made last-season works. Socialites are hanging around the King himself, who's dressed in a fluffy Babylonian robe of his own, drinking and laughing. Upstairs people pick through elegant shoes and grandiose hats.

     It is of the highest quality. It menaces with threadcounts of 'expensive.'

     There are no cash registers. Attendants are walking around with golden tablet computers with the CASGIL logo on the back (it's a picture of Gil's face). Cards get swiped, or money changes hands, and that's the whole of it. Innovative, personal, and pleasant. Top-notch service.

     The King has thought of everything.

     And, of course, there's a bunch of lions at the door for security.

     Why?

     Because he can afford it. That's why.
Featherman Neo A Featherman does not usually carry cash. This is an exception, after a quick contact with OTHER FEATHERMEN to get some. Featherman Neo's passing on the in-store credit card, because the interest is probably insane.

This means he's currently loaded for a fashion trip. Despite that, he's dressed...weirdly, for someone here to try on clothes. Red suit with a white chest flair with red plating atop it, a red birdlike helmet, a red cape, white long gloves and boots with golden flairs, and two pistols holstered, as well as a fancy red combat knife.

Featherman Neo promptly, as he arrived, found Gareth at a pre-arranged meeting space, exchanged pleasantries, and then went with her to bash their face into clothes racks. He looks at both the 'discount' and the mid-ranged, having no interest whatsoever in the high-end even if he could theoretically afford some of the items. Instead, he's mainly...

Well, he doesn't try anything on himself. He has a *cart* for himself, with bomber jackets and button downs and stuff like that, but he doesn't put them on. Instead, whenever Gareth tries something on and decides to show it to him (if she does), he compliments it, because it all looks good, though he does try to help her match with 'a good style for a knight who wants to blend in'.

"Gareth! Why do you want to blend in? Is it not the role of a knight to stand out ostentatiously, to show themselves to the world and scream 'I am chivalrous' so that they can protect the weak?" It's not meant offensively - a genuine question.
Bowser A SHOP FOR KINGS.

Then it is only fitting that a KING shops here on the FIRST DAY.

First, there's the entourage. About a half a dozen goombas, two koopa guards, and because Bowser isn't about to come without showing off he has cooler things than lions, a Chain Chomp.

The Chain Chomp is a normal sized Chain Chomp, that is to say, a sphere about the height of an average man, both koopas struggling to hold the chain to keep the Chain Chomp from immediately devouring anything living in sight. It doesn't radiate hateful energy, merely chaotic energy, the energy of a being that knows it is the apex predator and will assert its dominance at all times so that you know it is an apex predator.

Today, his weird head crest is immaculately groomed and he is wearing his GOLD spiked armbands.

"I need something that screams I am macho, I can rule over two kingdoms at the same time, but also sensitive and will listen to women stuff, you know?" He asks one of the attendants, holding an entire tray of hors dervs and devouring from them, flecks of gray stuff and some plate matter going everywhere.

The goombas are immediately in the clearance aisle for shoes.

The Koopas are comically straining to keep the chain chomp from destroying literally everything.
Taelveras Taelveras has a perfectly good outfit and a perfectly good way to dress... for dramatically perching on ledges, leaping and letting it billow (also dramatically), or getting into an epic duel where the actual enchanted armor part of her coat is important.

She does not have a good way to dress for anything else, because she didn't bring any of her nice clothes with her when she came to the Paladins from wherever the hell she came from. She also didn't bring a whole lot of money, but that's okay; the Paladins do give her a salary and it's not like she's destitute. If nothing else she can probably barter a gem or something. (Or that's what she thinks. She's still not entirely practiced with modern banking.)

Well that's why she's here. She doesn't look like she's enjoying it, but maybe she just has that kind of face.

Or, equally likely, she just had some goombas run by on their quest for cheap shoes. It's hard to tell.
Bowser A gold coin or three appears over the heads of the crowd and with a bit crushed ribbit sound. Bowser doesn't notice.
Gaonoir Ugh. Clothes shopping. This is so not his scene that Gaonoir should be somewhere on the opposite side of the Multiverse. Preferably punching the bits out of things.

But it's a mall, and younger humans love malls. Especially younger female humans. Even ones that aren't always into girly feminine things. Even nerdy ones like to look nice, and Erika has already disappeared amongst the stores, leaving Gaonoir to skulk for himself. Having done so at some corner of the oversized building, where he can appropriately lean against some manner of support pillar, cross his arms and glower at everyone else. The only thing he's missing is a lock of dangling bangs dyed in a different color, though he does have the purple headband to make up for it.

The Koopa King's entourage passes through, gnashing Chain Chomps and their bombastic ruler and everything. Other people scatter from the things. Gaonoir just looks on with a bored expression. "And she's worried about -me- starting trouble?"
Gareth Gareth now has a credit card! With little to lose and everything to gain, why not? A twenty percent discount is a discount she can't afford to pass on, especially considering that her current funding is a little tight between being separated from the Round Table and also realizing that inflation is a thing that exists.

Still, she doesn't let that dampen her spirits, especially with the magnificent new store and all its wares on display. Perfect timing, too, considering that the only clothing she's managed to acquire thus far has been a cap.

That's it. Just a cap to go with her rather dated doublet and undershirt combo. Featherman's assistance has been quite the boon in keeping her focused, then, as she's mostly been bashing her face into the same stores he's been looking at. She's picked out a few simple jackets and discounted shirts so far, but she's yet to find some really good PANTS.

"It's true that a knight must be someone that the weak can look up to. Someone that can fight for them, even when things get tough and hopeless in the face of insurmountable odds." She chuckles and picks up a pair of pants to look over, turning them over a few times and looking rather clueless as to how to actually evaluate these things from a style standpoint.

"But I want to know what the weak see, too. How things appear to them when a knight hasn't arrived yet. To hear what their oppressors might say when there isn't someone breathing down their necks. I want to hear what people say when they don't think a knight is there to reach them."

And then she looks towards Featherman. "... Have you tried wearing a mask over your mask? One that looks more like a regular person's head?"
Kotone Yamakawa Homeworld issues and custom bike orders had been most of Kotone's life for the last little while. She'd needed to get away for a bit and hearing Gilgamesh was opening up a new business? She had to check it out, she also had some money from those jobs so she could hopefully get a few things. She was fairly casually dressed and nothing too facey as well she was here to get more fancy things was she not? The lions do not bother her, she's certain they are trained, affected by magic in some way. Thus only a threat to someone who would try to bring harm to the owner, staff or customers.

She's more than a little floored but seeing customer service like that's being offered here?

The customer service is getting her attention you'd still see good service in small shops and the like but not like this. She doesn't think even in the lifetime of her grandmother or great-grandparents.

If things go as planned she's will likely leave one heck of a review for this place on a multiversal travel blog back home.

She will get some of the food in a bit but for now, it's time to have some fun. She pauses at Boswer's entourage for a moment then spots Gaonoir.

"Been a while Gaonoir. I think the King of heroes has really outdone himself here."
Hibiki Tachibana     Gilgamesh says, "Or, 'CasGil'. Here, take a coupon."

    You bet your ass Hibiki is going to use that. All things considered, she's gotten off to a good start with the King of Heroes. Well, depending on how you look at it. A certain red-haired Saber might disagree, but today, it's shopping time.

    But he can't say she was expecting the place to be so over-the-top luxurious, and the bar she was setting for that in her head was already ridiculously high. She'd honestly believe it was a hotel that broke the 5 star limitations if it wasn't for every single floor being lined with more clothes than she can keep track of and would probably never be able to afford, even with a government-backed paycheck. Coming in her usual jacket and shorts kind of makes her feel out of place.

    "I'm actually gonna have to bring Miku next time..." She murmurs to herself as she skillfully avoids the worst of the crowd to glance between what sections aren't being blocked off from sight from the sheer number of people. But for this time, she thought it'd be a good idea to scope the place out - probably a good idea, with the lions at the front entrance - and maybe bring something back as a surprise gift. What she didn't see coming was actually managing to catch a glimpse of someone she recognizes while trying to find a good spot to start browsing.

    "Wait, is that Gareth...? And..."

    She hasn't seen FEATHERMAN NEO in person yet, but that direct tone of voice and more importantly the bird-themed helmet is standout enough to take an educated guess. She hurries on over towards the pair while waving them down. "Oi! I didn't know you guys would be here, too!"

    "--Nice hat." Gareth gets a nod once she starts slowing down near them. Her head turns up to Featherman after. "And you really /don't/ take the mask off, do you?"
Kale Hearthward Kale Hearthward has stars in his eyes.

Stars in his eyes... and moths in his wallet. So to speak.

He's wearing *his* best overpriced casual clothing, sort of a 'swashbuckler chic' with sashes and such. But while he's managed to dress well for the event, that's where his success stops - more specifically, it stops at the price tags.

"I can pick out... *one* thing," he mutters to himself, comparing the tags to the numbers in the budgeting app his boyfriend made him install on his phone. "Maybe... two? If I skip on buying more Wideroad tickets this next season... hrrrf..."

He would probably have more success in the discount section, certainly, but the discount section is for people who go shopping in the discount section. Kale Hearthward's pride exceedeth his wallet's grasp.

"I wonder how bad I'm going to get reamed by Zephyr if I apply for a store credit card..." he says, staring at the numbers on his phone in despair.

He sets aside his personal shopping woes for a moment, glancing over at the conversation he's overheard from Bowser. "Maybe that rack over there?" he suggests. "Some stuff on it that speaks 'velvet-lined iron fist' to me. Is there jewelry you're planning on matching with it?"
Featherman Neo Featherman Neo listens to Gareth as she searches for pants and speaks, having complimented her hat earlier. When she picks a bad pair of pants, he thumbs downs, and thumbs up when one finally looks to fit the rest of her outfits.

"I see...commendable! To want to emphasize with those below your station as a knight, to understand their feelings...you truly are a good person, Gareth. I think we will be close friends someday." Something dings on his belt in a melodic tune, but it's not a phone. Nothing else happens noticeably, but internally, a bond was just formed, a bond of pure Justice, and power has been gained.

"On my own end...my mask is a symbol for the people. I cannot wear a human head, for then I am not Featherman. As long as I am Featherman, I must be recognizable as a hero!"

When Hibiki arrives, Featherman Neo waves her down. "Ah, you must be the girl from last night. I did not get your name, but let me guess..."

"Hibiki Tachibana! Of course I don't take off the mask, I explained as much last night!"
Gaonoir Gaonoir tilts his head when someone actually speaks his name. "Oh. Kotone. Hi." Followed by a shrug of his shoulders. "It's Gilgamesh. I don't think it's possible to NOT outdo himself. Because who else is going to?"

He does sort of have a point.

"Though the big lizard seems to be trying." Then Gaonoir looks back to Kotone again. "Haven't seen much of you lately. Busy with the tinkering?"

Erika finally meanders out of the section she was browsing. "I'm gonna dare to say it, I think they really do have almost everything here... Oh hello Kotone!" Erika pauses a moment. "Don't mind Gaonoir, he's just being socially outlying like every other dark clad individual that sees a mall."

"Hmph. You're just lucky I even agreed to come with."
Erika leans over to poke the side of his head. "Oh come on. A mall is where we met after all~"
Gaonoir pffs. "Don't remind me."
Gareth "Eheh... You think so? It's how I started my career as a knight, actually. Well, a squire before that." Gareth nods at Featherman, grinning confidently after a moment. "Oh, definitely! You're an ally of justice, too, so it's only natural. Besides, it seems-"

She pauses, finding her attention drawn towards the strange ball thing in the corner of her vision, squinting slightly before turning to gawk at the Chain Chomp and the koopas holding it back. It takes a moment for her brain to catch up with her eyes, and then she starts laughing at the sight.

"Such an amazing pet! Modern beast tamers really are something, huh?" She comments with an amused chuckle before noticing the goombas running by someone far more familiar. "Is that...? Ah! Lady Taelveras! Hi!" She rebalances her clothing picks onto one arm so she can keep the other free to wave towards her. There's not a lot of subtlety in what she's doing, either, so the blending in part of Gareth's plan might prove to be a little difficult at this rate.

Taelveras isn't the only familiar face, though, as Hibiki approaches and gets a cheeky grin from Gareth in turn. "Hi, Lady Hibiki! I need to find something that matches the hat and... Um. Everything else, but I think I've got a good start." She wriggles that armful of discounted stuff she's got already, then peers at Hibiki closely. More specifically, she's squatting in place to stare at her shorts inquisitively.

"... Ohh! That's what I could do. More flexibility, less heat.. But are the pockets enough for what you usually use?"
Taelveras Taelveras actually spots someone she recognizes. Unfortunately it's Gareth, who the last time she encountered she was fighting, which is almost certainly going to be awkward and she doesn't want to deal with it right now.

So she just steps backwards into a shadow and vanishes. It turns out you can run away from your problems, you just have to teleport. (She prefers to think of it as being elusive rather than being socially distant.) You also can't run away fast enough to not be noticed, as Taelveras is called out just as she vanishes, leaving her faintly embarrassed about the whole thing, not that she is really showing it.

Tael steps out of a different shadow about twenty feet from Kale, wedged between a shelf of shirts and the wall. It's a tight fit for her to get out of, but she makes it look easy. She dusts herself off, not that there was much dust in there yet. She immediately makes it look like she was always there by looking at the shirts.

None of them will fit her because she's over six feet tall. She needs to be two shelves over. Tael realizes this in about five seconds and turns away from them, uninterested. "Why they premake them I'll never know," she says, more to herself.
Muramasa Decidedly, Muramasa doesn't like this place. It was clearly one of the most luxurious stores in the multiverse, if not definitively /the/ most, and indeed the selection was great -- there were even things here that could make him pop out in a crowd -- but it was also a massive store owned by Gilgamesh. The King's personality was practically dripping and dribbling off of every surface, overflowing from every nook and cranny. Indeed, everywhere he looked, he could practically hear that obnoxious goldie's laugh.

        "Guh..."

But, Hibiki had wanted to come; she'd been given that free coupon, after all, and wanted to come see if it was worth the price of admission. In the end, she was really here gift hunting for Miku, and he couldn't hold that against her. Even so, he wasn't having a particularly good time.

Then again, he'd had a lot on his mind recently that hadn't left him in a stellar mood to begin with, he supposed.

The Servant catches his reflection in a glamorous looking window, bedecked in simple black slacks and gentle brown loafers, with a white button-up shirt adorned with soft pink flower-prints, the Shroud of Martin casually hung around his neck. "At least I can upgrade my wardrobe while I'm here."

Brushing a hand through his hair before turning on the balls of his feet, and spots his Master down the way.

In a precarious position, with Gareth squatting at waist-level and Featherman standing valiantly to the side. "Hey, Master. .... You really shouldn't let Miku catch you like this, you know?"

He gives both her and Gareth an exaggerated look of disappointment, before chuckling. It also went without saying that he approved of Featherman's style, although, he wouldn't voice that out quite so shamelessly. He had a secret identity to protect, after all.
Kotone Yamakawa The woman waves to the Digimon for a moment. "That's true he does aim high, doesn't he? Well, a place like this would draw a lot of people of all sorts." she grins to Erika and says "If they don't give them a bit and they will acquire it or produce their own version. Oh don't worry I don't and you know we should tell the fleet about here I betcha they'd have fun. Oh, I haven't heard this story do tell!"

She beams at the pair earnestly and seems to really want to know this story.
Bowser Bowser turns away from whatever customer service person because they don't work for him and he doesn't give a poop about anyone who doesn't work for him.

The Koopa Guards tug a little to make sure the Chain Chomp doesn't have enough room as it lunges at the customer service rep, straining at the chain before getting immediately bored again.

He looks at the rack that Kale points out. Bowser looms over it and hmmms, "I got some really good emerald bands that I just got." Bowser picks up a hanger in two fingers, lifting it up in front of his face, "But does it really say 'Hey, I'm a good sensitive guy who would make a good husband' AND 'I'm going to kick you in the keister so hard you'll explode through the moon?' You know fashion is really about making a good impression." He tosses the empty tray over one shoulder.

The goombas are starting to stack on top of one another to reach a shelf.
Hibiki Tachibana     "That's a really good guess, actually--" Hibiki blinks a couple times in surprise up at Featherman, but honestly, someone knowing her name off the bat like that is hardly the weirdest thing she's come across, especially after her recent interactions with Persephone. She doesn't linger on it for too long, compared to giving a small smile back. "Yeah, you did. But actually seeing it is something else, you know?"

    Gareth's fashion needs get a curious glance from her, followed by another blink same as the first when she drops down to investigate her shorts. Glancing down towards them too, she pulls out her pockets and raises an eyebrow. "Eh? Well, I'm not usually carrying that much on me. These are pretty comfy, but I guess you could go with cargo shorts or--" Muramasa cuts in.

    Oh. Her mind catches up a second later and she gives a few equally exaggerated side-to-side shakes of her hands. "W-What the heck do you think this is!? We're just talking clothes!" Hibiki lets out a big exhale right after, rubbing at the back of her neck. "...And this place sure has all of 'em you could ever want and more."
Featherman Neo "I truly do think so!" Featherman Neo responds to Gareth, before looking at the pets with her. "What beautiful beasts! Unruly, though. Should really have better trainers." And then, a turn to Hibiki, laughing loudly as Gareth crouches to look at her shorts. He turns over to the pile of shorts nearby, grabs a few pairs of the right color in the size he noticed Gareth looking at, and then offers them to her. "Why not one of these?" He completely ignores the person teleporting away when Gareth greets her. That's just rude, though.

When Hibiki says that he got her name right, he poses, hand in the air. "Of course! A Featherman's intuition is always correct! And this must be...Muramasa! He called you Master...a Heroic Spirit, perhaps?" A quick nod. Featherman Neo gets around.

"I am glad to meet all of you. A Featherman's duty is to fight for justice, redeem everyone they can, and create friendships everywhere! Hopefully, we can build the third between us!"
Brooklynn Bailey Brook had been given a lot to think about lately, and her mind has settled on something she had heard about a new clothing shop opening.  It was something that they did not have in her world, not yet anyway, so she needed a good place to start understanding such things...and maybe plan future uniforms for her soldiers.  

The /pure unbridled extravagance/ is enough to nearly knock her from her feet.  This place has everything that she could imagine, and then...well way more than that.  Was this how the old world really was?  Large lions on security, models, food, and it's all almost too much.  

Given how much is in her eyes right now it's probably only a matter of time before she bumps into something.  
Lilian Rook     There are few people who'd been looking forward to this opening more than Lilian Rook. So much that she'd actually earmarked some cash in advance, and then made a system of adding a little more to it every time she happened to envision one of her favourite dressup subjects in something from the catalogue. Given her wildly out of touch idea of what 'a little' means, she is set to afford anything in the store, because if she can't, then who exactly does even Gilgamesh intend to sell it to?

    She also bought stock pretty much immediately. Large, risky amounts. Amounts large enough to be called stonks. Why? Because she knows Gilgamesh well enough to predict exactly how well this venture is going to go. No need to even read the future. She finds time to text him. Mainly: >Perfect. >Perfect perfect perfect. >Let's have a call once we're both out. >Also, cute reservation.

    It is unclear whether she has dragged Tamamo no Mae along, or whether she had coincidentally insisted on that herself. The process involves a lot of swooping past people on the way. "Let the girl experience something nice after having to look at your dowdy backside day in and day out." to Muramasa. "Miku? Whoever; bring her next time! Have someone fun to shop with!" to Hibiki. "I thought getting reamed hard was the point?" thrown Kale's way, too fast to catch. "So you can take them home. Luxuries of modernity." left for Taelveras. "I second the mask over the mask, but more stylish, not a head." for 'Featherman'. "Also get something from the front. It's so obviously knight chic. Just not the one I want." to Gareth. For Gaonoir when glowering in the corner, a blink-any-you'll-miss-it cheery middle finger, and then a more believable "Tell your friend I said hello~" To Bowser, "Try a tuxedo vest."

    From there though, she is attempting to drag Tamamo to what may as well pass for a 'ballroom' section. Sleek and modern layers and bows, ruffles and pins, heels and gloves, the trendy mixed with the classics, fit for a disgustingly high-class occasion filled with ladies who scoff at the cocktail dress or suit-skirt paradigm as basic and tasteless. Hell, get two. Get four. Tights, sashes, ribbons, ornaments, mix and match it however; she is *going* to take Tamamo to big events at home and she is *going* to have her make every other women there just *mald*.
Taelveras "I expected tailors," is Taelveras' response to Lilian, which she makes without even looking around as she carefully sets a shirt down. In her old world, pre-made stuff is what you give to servants and slaves, and she is neither. Nor is anyone else with fashion.

Though, she's pretty sure this place has tailors. It must. She just hasn't found them yet.
Muramasa "Whatever you say, Master." he replies, calmly -- it felt nice to get back at all those jabs at his expense, for once. "You can say that again, though. That annoying goldie really went overboard this time, even more so than he usually does."

Placing one hand on his hip and holding the other, palm up to gesture as he spoke, the Servant's eyes crinkle as his mood visibly improves, somewhat.

"You're..Featherman, is it?" he wonders aloud, giving the masked hero a further appraisal and a genial grin, "That's certainly some intuition you have there, but, that's to be expected of a great hero who wears such a good looking mask."

Thankfully for everyone involved, Summer Island Mask hasn't been seen since the last bout at the bancho beach brawl. How does that saying go? Birds of a feather flock together?

Lilian is afforded a jokingly consterned huff, but it doesn't pass for more than that. It's better seeing Rook in settings like this. Although she's still tough to get along with, it puts me at ease to see her cut loose a little bit and enjoy herself like a normal person. She usually has so much riding on her shoulders.

In a way, it was the same for Hibiki, too. Especially after what he'd seen several nights ago.
Gareth Gareth looks slightly disappointed when Taelveras fades out of sight, but not too much so as she perks right back up when Hibiki goes over the pocket situation. "That's a good point. I don't usually carry much myself, but now that I have to worry about these credit cards and different IDs and things, it's making the search harder. Cargo shorts, though... I haven't thought about those."

So many names to keep track of. It's starting to make her head spin a little, but Featherman saves the day with the power of RECOMMENDATIONS. "Oh, these should work! I think. I'll be right ba-"

Before she can scurry over to the changing rooms, Muramasa greets the group and brings with him IMPLICATIONS. Unfortunately for him and Hibiki, it's Gareth. She looks clueless at first, glancing between him and Hibiki a few times before it finally comes to her. Instead of getting flustered like the latter, however, she just laughs again and shakes her head. "Oh, there's nothing to worry about there! Hibiki's very cute, but if I was going to ogle anyone, it'd be someone more like..."

She lifts her fingers to her chin in a thoughtful pose (complete with possibly-imagine flaps of those black hair tufts), then starts scanning the store-goers for the perfect example of her type. "Someone taller than us. Someone dashing and handsome, with a powerful figure and a broad chest. Like..."

She gestures at Lilian. "Like her! Hi, Lady Lilian!" As always, she's got that eager smile on even while that pile of clothes to try on grows. "A figure like that, you know?"
Rhongomyniad     Latest arrival into this opulent boutique would be none other than the Lion King, Goddess Rhongomyniad. Gone however is the typical armor of the King of Knights, for on this social occasion the King has chosen a comfortably fitted, finely tailored dark blue suit. Wrapped about her shoulders is, as ever, the fur-lined white cape so strongly associated with her look. Just past the doors, she lifts her eyes upward to take in the sights. Her gaze travels then downward and to the side, a soft and thoughtful noise escaping as she reaches out to run her fingers through the mane of one of the lions standing guard.

    Such a beast would know better than to menace a god, after all.

    Obligations settled, the Lion King ventures further into the Closet of Babylon, absorbed in the sound and chatter of those gathered. One might interpret Rhongomyniad's expression as one of disinterest; some bored noble drawn in by the finery on offer by the King of Heroes. She seems to be directing herself towards the King himself, though soon finds herself distracted. Rhongomyniad's path alters, drawn towards familiar voices.

    The King of Knights is perhaps ten yards from the gathering including Gareth when Lilian passes in front of her, giving her pause. Following the woman with glowing jewel-like eyes for a moment, she lets out a thoughtful noise before she resumes her prior path. The detour discarded; Rhongomyniad turns somewhat and resumes her original path, directly for the social gathering accumulating around the King of Heroes.

    She does wish to offer her congratulations and well-wishes in person first before examining the goods, after all.
Gareth ".. Or that person over there!" Gareth gestures at Rhongomyniad when she spots her, not quite recognizing her just yet. "Tall, powerful, all those things... That's the type of figure I was hoping to strike once I reached my peak." She explains further, tapping her fingers on her chin again as she just keeps staring at the suited King of Knights.

There's definitely something starting to click in Gareth's mind, but she can't quite put her finger on what. "Do any of you know her? She reminds me of someone I know I've seen before..."
Gilgamesh      When Rhongomyniad makes her way over, Gilgamesh actually does break from his little gathering to beam at her. "I'm glad you could make it." He sounds legitimate, too. "I wish Priscilla had, too, but I know she's very busy."

     It's all going swimmingly until the man walks in.

     The gentle store music, a mix of old Babylonian string instruments and more backing, is suddenly drowned out by loud drumming and whistling from a number of African men and women in clothing more appropriate to Sub-Saharan Africa than a Multiversal clothing super-store. Two by two they walk; one side a drummer, and the other carrying a plate of...is that literally gold?

     It sure is. It's literally gold. Gold coins, gold dust, gold...everything. On closer inspection all of these people are also wearing gold - gold earrings, gold rings, gold necklaces, gold tattoos. The procession keeps going through the store like a marching band.

     Gilgamesh pushes past the crowd of socialites and walks towards them with a 'tch' on his lips. He doesn't look happy.

     He looks even less happy when a man walks down the aisle of people, a blonde, winged woman in a fluffy white dress at his side.

     The man is tall. He's maybe six and a half feet of pure African muscle, not big or fat but beefy. He's wearing a white tuxedo; around his neck are feathers from some exotic bird; dangling from his ears are pure gold earrings; draped around his neck are pure gold necklaces; on each finger is a ring of the finest gemstones, far pricier than simple diamonds, treasured rarities from across the Multiverse. At his hip is a shortspear, an anaza, symbolising authority in the Muslim world, decorated with the star-and-crescent. Hanging from his other hip is a traditional mask of the old faiths of Mali. An aura of lordliness surrounds him as he walks past the lions, past the Chain Chomp, past Gaonoir, past Bowser. The lions bow. The Chain Chomp goes silent. The drumming gets louder, until Gilgamesh makes a motion with his hand, and the store music turns itself up. It is literally a pissing contest of theme music.

     Finally, the tall man stops. He towers over the King of Heroes. The woman at his side, on the other hand, is shorter than Gilgamesh. She most assuredly has a Saberface.

     The big man claps Gilgamesh on the shoulder in a friendly manner. But the grin on his face is most certainly the strained, antagonistic sort. "As-Salam-u-Alaikum, King of Heroes! My congratulations on this, your grand opening! Though, really, a mere clothing store? You could have done so much more! Still, I suppose with your *limited means*, it's rather decent."

     "King of Gold," Gilgamesh hisses between his own grimacing grin, "How *kind* of you to come out for this event. Did you bring all of these servants of yours just to carry your money? It's such a *paltry* amount."

     "Ho ho ho!" The big man waves his hand. "These? Hardly! I found myself a half-dragon beauty to set on my arm and show off my own new clothing line, and I thought I would bring my own servants to help finance some of these people!"

     The big man kisses his fingers and waves his hand. "A King's duty is generosity, yes? So, my friends - partake!"

     The servants, as one, start scattering gold into the crowds. People hurriedly start picking up the gold. Gilgamesh frowns, deeply. "How generous of you, Lancer." A beat. "By the way, why are you a Lancer?"

     "Oh, this?" The big man presents the anaza. "I decided to buy my way into the Class, of course. You are an Archer, aren't you?"

     Gilgamesh grits his teeth. "*Class advantage.*"

     "Ho ho ho!" The big man pats Gilgamesh on the shoulders. "I just thought it sounded interesting, don't you? Don't worry - I have Anti-Caster traits, too, just like I would as a Rider. You could say I'm even weaker - I can't use one of my Noble Phantasms in Lancer form, you know! Now..."

     "Watch what happens next, hm?" He waves the anaza at the crowd.
Gilgamesh      The servants continue scattering gold. The crowd continues picking it up. And then people start...shoving. Pushing. People start grabbing hair. Start grabbing sleeves. Grabbing collars.

     Throwing punches.

     And those punches are *not* weak. Those punches have impact. Shockwaves erupt from collisions of fists. People start knocking other people into hanging clothes, splitting through metal and cloth with single blows. Employees hurl golden tablets as weapons, shattering them over the heads of customers as they crawl to get at the gold.

     Gilgamesh grabs at the other man's collar, but the big man simply holds him off with one hand, as one might a child. "How dare you come and ruin this opening?!" The Gate of Babylon starts to open-

     And the big man pats him on the head with his free hand. "Ah, ah, ah, King of Heroes. I just gave people the money to buy your quaint little goods. It's not my fault that they're picking fights with each other over gold, is it? Human nature! Ho ho ho. You know as well as I do that I have no form of mind control among my Skills. Besides, you don't want to do damage to your own store, do you? You wouldn't be able to recoup your losses."

     Gil's teeth grit together as the Gate of Babylon closes. "I'll get you back for this."

     "Of course you will, King of Heroes. Of course you will." The big man smiles.

     Gilgamesh's teeth audibly grind together.

     Then he whirls to the Elites in the crowd, pushing free of the big man's hand. "Anyone who assists me in quelling this Three-Month Early Black Friday-On-A-Sunday Nightmare will receive a ninety-percent discount off the latest Babylondo styles and a free ensemble from any of our other collections!"

     He sweeps his hand outward as Mansa Musa folds his hands behind his back with a broad smile on his face. He does, however, lean over to Rhongomyniad. "King of Knights Arthur Pendragon, a pleasure. I am the King of Gold, Mansa Musa. I have been looking forward to meeting you for some time. I, also, had hoped that Lady Priscilla of the Concord was here; the King of Heroes speaks so highly of the two of you."
Tamamo     Tamamo no Mae is one who does not shy from realms of fashion. Lilian could be quite insistent on her presence, but for her own part, Tamamo is no less interested -- not only in finding what may suit her own wardrobe, but in combating her date at every turn to decide who should be the next to try something on. Ball gowns and ribbons and gradually increasing heights of heels, to be sure, but she knows Lilian is adventurous, so why not see how far one can go without entering a wholly different 'look'? Clinging dresses with sheer mesh tops, feathery scarfs that hug just below the shoulders, jeweled collars and high slits fit for a dragon-patterned cheongsam -- why not try them on now, then buy them to try on again, later?

    Whatever outfit Tamamo was wearing when she walked in is Somewhere Else now. She's switched over to walking about in a notably more Western style than her usual, fit for a ballroom, still fitting her usual blue-and-black color scheme, though now with sky-blue roses. She may very well be wearing something entirely different by the time they finish. It's practically certain.
Gaonoir Gaonoir just raises a brow a bit at Lilian's blink-and-miss-it 'greeting'. That is the most cheerfully he's ever been flipped off. Alas he can't return the favor, his gloves don't have individual fingers for the gesture.

Erika, bless her heart, is too busy rambling to Kotone to notice the gesture. "--And then some of Gaonoir's dark digitron code got into my phone and turned it into a Digivice. And we found the two Octomon that left their bully leader a nice job working one the sushi kiosks." The more standard hello gets her to wave back though. "Hello to you too Lilian!" Then she pauses. ".. Oh now I forgot where I was."

Gaonoir meanwhile is watching the confrontation that unfolds, while money is being shamelessly scattered around. "Erika, I have a feeling story time is over." Gaonoir grabs both Erika and Kotone and pulls them back as some of the fighting spills past.
"Well, that is just rude. It's way too early in the year for shopping riots! ... and too late for it to be for Christmas in July."
"Not the point!"
Hibiki Tachibana     "Ahaha...yeah, that's a long story," Hibiki replies to Featherman with a chuckle on the subject of Muramasa. He really does know a lot. Part and parcel of being a hero, maybe? "I'd like for all of us to be good friends, too. I've met a few masked superheroes myself," she adds on with a pleased nod, and a small pump of her fist. Perhaps Featherman, too, is Kamen Rider.

    She'd say something on the subject of ogling, but that's the exact moment Lilian goes rushing past, and Hibiki would not have known it was her offhand if she didn't turn to watch her keep going. "...Eh? Eh!?"

    That's the first time she thinks she's ever heard her so outright happy. Usually it's all business and (rightfully) chewing her out. Is this...what she's like off the job!? Or is that just the magic of CasGil at work!?

    "Haha...ha...so she's your type, huh, Gareth...?" Hibiki finally murmurs after a few necessary seconds of getting herself back together, eyes following over towards Rhongomyniad as she passes as well. Huh. "Actually..." Blue outfit, blonde hair...that's vaguely sort of...

    She gives Muramasa a glance, first to pick up on his own reaction before it clicks that he was looking a little off. Was that just because of the fact he's had to shop at the place ran by Gilgamesh of all people? She should probably apologize for that, honestly...

    And then things get really messy. Gold. A LOT of gold. Gold that's causing some severe and instant rioting. And they're a hell of a lot stronger than normal.

    Not good. "That's totally dirty--!" Is her summed up reaction to everything Mansa Musa is doing here, and she gives a nod to each of her group in turn before taking off forward without waiting or giving another word. "Balwisyall nescell Gungnir tron...!" Other than that, a chant that covers her body in shining gold before exploding out to replace her casuals with her still-lcoking-in Symphogear. She normally wouldn't ever think of using it on civilians, but in this case...

    It's probably going to be a necessity if she wants to do much about this.

    This comes in the form of releasing a sliding kick meant to knock one of the nearest money-scramblers off their feet, followed up by a stand-into-palm strike to the next nearest one to do the same. She's not really trying to hurt them, but separating them from each other and this stuff is first priority. "Hey, get it together, you guys! It's just money!"
Kale Hearthward "Okay - sounds like you're trying to make your outfit do a lot, all at once? Maybe you should pick one thing per outfit, if that's so important to you - have a 'good husband' outfit and a 'ruling over two kingdoms' outfit, and swap as appropriate?"

Kale's not party to the goings on with the kings of gold. He's busy trying to play Fashion Doctor to Bowser, while still mentally weighing how deep he's willing to go into debt in order to stay Fashion Current this season. But he does notice the gold when it starts being thrown out, and wind-manipulates some of it into his hands, partly out of curiosity at just what's being thrown, and... well, okay, partly out of greed since a sudden cash influx would mean he *can* buy that new dress without waiting for a sale.

"Who's throwing gold?" he asks Bowser, examining the coin he's picked up. "That's just asking for a riot to start."

A riot starts.

"Well then," he says, limbering up. "Time to earn my paycheck..."

And Gilgamesh makes his very generous offer. "Time to earn something better than a paycheck - and protect people and maintain order, I mean, that's more important."

He starts working the crowd - setting down a number of persistent wind spells, trying to just sort of create some space around the more beligerent people in the crowd, and give those who just want to leave an opportunity to get clear.
Featherman Neo Featherman Neo just nods to all the chatter, nodding vigorously at Muramasa's genial smile, until Mansa Musa arrives, with servants and gold, tossing out the latter and empowering people into superhuman levels. They start rioting.

Gilgamesh offers them a discount for quelling it. Featherman Neo doesn't care about that, despite the fact he'll take it anyways because it's nice. He's doing this for his ideals. Leaping into the crowd, he shouts out to Gareth.

"Gareth! I will wade in and shield them from attacking each other! Allow me to borrow your power! This is the power..."

"Of BONDS!"

Drawing a specialty vermillion-and-gold pistol, he fires it in the air to distract the crowd and scare off any of weaker wills, and then suddenly presses a button on his belt. A round locket, the type you put a picture into, manifests in his hand.

He slides it into the belt.

SNAPSHOT

The locket suddenly spins open, revealing a picture of Featherman Neo and Gareth together in the store, shopping and bonding. The specific moment is when he said they'd be close friends, and she agreed.

GARETH - CHIVALRY ARMOR

The locket spins back shut, locking into the belt. Featherman Neo's gun appears to have a similar slot for such lockets, as does the knife he quickly draws. As he's drawing the red combat knife...

A tokusatsu-style transformation happens. Armor, superficially similar to Gareth's, begins to apply to his body. It adds to his already current armor, making him about eight feet tall, chunky as you can get with that much armor, and making the knife and gun bigger to compensate.

There's a motif of an eagle's feather on the knightly armor. Otherwise, it's the same colors, but with more silver.

"Chivalry Armor An excellent new ability! Now to stop this rioting!"

With the big armor, he wades into the crowd, pushing them aside, using the knife to deflect anything they may have grabbed as a weapon or using the blunt edge as a bashing weapon, the pistol as one as well, and basically being a Big Target for the rioters to focus their attention on.
Brooklynn Bailey Before the event, Brook runs into the back of Rhongomynaid.  She rubs her nose, and quickly gets out an apology, "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going..." she says, muffled behind a hand trying to hide her embarrassment.  It's like a country girl lost in the big city for the first time.   This is immediately interrupted by Mansa Jerka, who has decided to use others to hurt Gilgamesh.  

Wealth is flying out everywhere, and Brook's just nearly taken aback by all of it.  She could do a lot with it, but she shakes her head.  This is out of spite, and such a gift is not a gift but poison created from greed.  Worse, that it seems to be affecting the people.  

Worse, is that she moves to draw a spear of flame, but remembers not only that these are civilians, but also they're in a place that would be bad to set things on fire with.  A sigh, as she considers her options...and decides to instead bring up the shield.  It looks like it was forged out of many spare parts, instead of forged in a forge.  

She moves forward, aiming to try and push people back with the shield...trying to separate them from the gold placed on the ground.  She is, fortunately, very strong.  She also COMMANDS the crowd, or what she can hear, to leave.  
Gareth "I don't know much about her personality, but her posture is great!" Gareth replies to Hibiki eagerly, eyes widening slightly when a new challenger appears to contest Gilgamesh in a display of wealth. "Or... Oh my." She swallows lightly while staring at both the King of Kings and the King of Gold along with the mass of servants (not to be mistaken with Servants) and the weirdly familiar Saberface. "The gold is a little much, but..." She doesn't finish that statement, just staring and nodding slowly in vague approval.

"I really was summoned at a great time. So many new people to see, so much stuff to do..." She straightens her cap out and places her findings off to the side somewhere, taking a mental note of that spot so she can come back later to grab it once she's done. "Because now..." She cracks her knuckles. "A ninety percent off discount means I can buy ten times as much stuff!"

Economics is not Gareth's strong suit.

Either way, she hurries to intervene in the crowd brawl besides Featherman Neo, shouting with all the knightly authority she can muster in her tone despite being a grand five foot nothing compared to his eight feet of height. "Stop this at once! Fighting over the money like animals means you won't be able to keep or buy any of it if you get arrested!" She shouts to try and calm the crowd down while also forcing herself in-between people, intercepting their blows with her own body.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa takes note of Lilian is here, she's not socked but to see her in such a good move? She will make no thoughts of trying to rin it and give the woman a simple wave as she watches her head-on and notices the middle finger Gao gets from her. Whatever that was about? It is between the two and not her own business. She won't be able to make too many big purchases but she'll happily get something here and it should last a very long time.

She's about to say more when they get a door crasher. Things go to chaos there is money, people fighting and Gil getting attacked.

The man doing this is imposing nearly as much as Gilgamesh and she looks to Gil as he asks for help and offers a payment. She's off duty and has no issue taking this offer. She'll pull out her matter manipulator and she'll make to summon a weapon, she has her built-in taser system and she'll pick something with controlled fire, if she has to she'll go hand to hand.

"We should do something about this Erika, Gao..."

She calls out.

"Please disperse!"

Those who keep trying to fight will either get tasered or she'll start breaking out the freezer foam to render them unable to move.
Gaonoir Gaonoir the pushes Erika towards a corner, though with the whole crowd turning into a riot there's little 'safe' place he can put her. "Stay down, and don't touch any of that money."
Erika rolls her eyes. "Duh." Then flicks open the screen on her smartphone digivice. "This will make an interesting addition to the conspiracy board later though. 'Man sabotages Gilgamesh business by throwing money at it -- literally'."

"Yeah, fine. Now do something so I don't -hurt- these people. They're essentially innocent."
Erika click clacks at the controls. "I'll dial up your subversive effects so you can subdue them."
"Perfect." Gaonoir clenches his gloved fists, which start to radiate with a shadowy miasma. This way will use enervating effect of his Darkness powers to wear people down instead of beating the living shit out them.

Granted, he's still going to hit pretty hard in order for the shadow effect to leech of energy, but that Mansa guy seems to insist the augmentative effect of his charity can take it. So that's just what the Dark Digimon Dog does. "Shadow Boxer!" He leaps into the fray, swinging enervation infused punches at random brawlers to literally beat the fight out of them.
Taelveras When the music changes - or, more accurately, someone tries to play something new over it, and the first music counterattacks with volume - Taelveras ignores it. Or tries to, even as it gets uncomfortably loud as Gilgamesh and Mansa Musa argue. She knows neither well and typically doesn't barge into other people's verbal conflicts.

A coin rolls against her foot. Taelveras kicks it up and catches it out of the air. She squints at it for a moment, trying to tell if it's fake, but it doesn't seem to be. So why would someone throw it around? Her gaze lifts toward Mansa Musa, her expression as neutral as can be.

And that might be that. And probably *would* have been that, except for, you know. The riot. Taelveras steps forward, jumps, gets her feet improbably on a spinning rack, bounces ten feet in the air, and lands on a balcony edge. She perches on the railing in a half-crouch, looking down at the main area.

It's a mess. And they're all fighting over gold... Taelveras takes the coin she picked up and flicks it at Mansa Musa. "A returned gift to you," she calls, raising her voice. She can get it there, but even if it hits him it's not going to do anything but bounce and roll to the ground.Then she looks down at the rioters again.

Taelveras makes a series of rather muted gestures with her left hand - her non-sword hand, though as she hasn't actually *drawn* her sword it really is just habit. A sphere of energy forms in the air in front of her, monochrome and faded grey. It doesn't glow, but it doesn't seem really solid. It looks like you could see through it if you tried really hard, even if you can't, quite.

She projects it at one of the most aggressive clusters of fighting, a fist-sized ball of force that rockets in to bowl people over. It doesn't hurt, though - even at its highest speed, there is no injury. Instead of pain, there is a numbness and tiredness, and though it has enough force to knock people off their feet, it doesn't break bones or even really bruise.

She doesn't feel the need to yell. Everyone else is doing that. She can just perch on the railing for the moment.
Muramasa         "..is that so."

Taking a moment to think about it, he supposed that made sense. "It's alright though, I was just joking." he re-assures Gareth, before introducing himself properly -- although, Featherman had already sussed it out, "To keep it simple, you can call me Muramasa. As for that woman ... you don't recognize her? She's --"

    And then, Mansa Musa appears.

It doesn't take long for the petulant contest between the two men to escalate, as the red-haired Saber sighs and rubs his temples, for as quickly as his mood had begun to pick up it was just as rapidly beginning to bottom out. "Of course, something like this would happen. Good grief, guys like that ... really need to learn how to have some shame, right?"

Although he knew he had his own foibles, at least it wasn't like this. ...right?

No, thinking about it like that is useless, for now, his first priority should be to provide whatever assistance he can and stop things from getting even further out of hand. Muramasa struggles to contain his excitement over Featherman's transformation sequence -- it's so cool, isn't it?! -- and nods appreciatively instead.

"Alright, Master. Gareth and Featherman have already sortied. That just leaves u -- you're already gone?!"

Indeed, Hibiki was already teaching these people the meaning of humility with her knuckles. Bringing a hand up to rub scratch his cheek, he eventually decides that he should just roll with it and move on.

    "Trace on."

Crackling magical energy condenses into the shape of a wooden sword in hand, a cursed training armament adorned with a cute but ferocious looking tiger-shaped charm hanging off of the hilt.

For him, it was like holding back a wild animal as it lashed out, willingly seeking out the skulls of the ner-do-wells around him to crack them upside the noggin and teach them a lesson they'll never forget, as he pushes through the crowd.
Bowser Cut to Kammy in a cauldron bath, ignoring Bowser's shouts.

Bowser is not actually terribly rich. He can make several things that he needs and steal several things that he needs, but he can't REALLY afford more than one outfit here. Unless he steals it. Or ransoms an entire kingdom to pay for this.

Which he will. "Why not! I want to be able to show Princess peach that I'm SENSITIVE and A GOOD KING. Well, I am already a good King. So maybe I just need to look MACHO and SENSITIVE at the same time. You know, good husband material."

A gold bar lands near Bowser's feet. Bowser looks down, looking down to pick it up. "Hey, free money." Someone tries to lunge for it and Bowser reaches out one of his huge mitts, grabbing them by the face. He hurls them over one of his shoulders, shoving the gold bar onto one of the goombas near by like a squishy table. A handful of gold coins drops near by. "Free money?!"

Gilgamesh makes his offer and Bowser slams his fist into his palm, "Let's get some free money! KOOPA TROOPAS! GET THAT MONEY! GOOMBAS! DO YOUR THING!"

Koopa Troopas are struggling to hold onto the Chain Chomp as they try and scoop up money and hold onto it.

The Goombas, meanwhile, have taken a pair of heavily buckled thigh high boots and are piloting them into people to kick them over. Once over, the other Goombas use ropes to tie them up.

Bowser continues to pick up Gold Bars, just sort of slapping people away with his HUGE MEATY CLAWS.
Lilian Rook     Lilian takes the time to stick out the tip of her tongue at Muramasa at his huff, but it's all cheek at this point. He let Hibiki come, and giving her a little sass is more or less earned at this point, after the outrageous deal she'd taken from the very King who owns this boutique to bully the everloving shit out of him. She, of course, gives Erika a nice little hello when she shows up at the right time. She even asks Brooklynn what her budget is. She's in such an incredibly nice moon. When she hears Gareth call her out though, she stops just for a moment. She looks back. She looks up and down herself. She turns and walks off again, but yet, extends one hand for a careless throwback thumbs-up. "Good taste." she says.

    When she crosses paths with Rhongomyniad, she finds time and care to say "Good. None of those knights are following along like baby ducks. Get the King to recommend something. If he can't, I'll help you out." She gives her the nod of a fine appreciator of SSR pulls.

    Speaking of which, once there is a formal outfit squared away, Lilian spends her time *decisively* focused on hovering over Tamamo's every other whim of clothing. She throws money down on a cheongsam (two, actually) with gacha whale abandon. She throws money down on a clingy (glingy?) dress and scarf with gacha whale abandon. She throws money down on jeweled-- she's costume whaling okay?

    She can't exactly *not* hear the drums, but she ignores them for the time being, lost in the realms of unreasonably pricey fashion designed by unreasonably in-demand artists for special events. She ignores them all the way up until the music has become a contest of volume, at which point she at least stops to see what's going on, and then she only watches the exchange (with mild amusement), up until it escalates into a Black Friday brawl.

    Lilian presses both hands to her face, and then sliiiides them down to her chin. That effervescent good humour is gone. Just like that. "This is the whole *reason* we don't go to *discount STORES!*" she snaps, slamming a fist on the second floor railing. She even leans all the way over to yell. "*Hey*! What is *wrong* with you people?! Are you really just Black Friday worker drones?! Is this a set?! Are you bit actors?! If you're that poor then *get out of my store*!" The 'my' in this case doesn't carry the verbal context of 'having invested in', but the palpable feel of 'this is my happy place so fuck right on out if you're going to ruin my good time'.

    She actually doesn't quite seem that angry at the jackass throwing money around. Probably because that's a Gilgamesh thing to do anyways. She's absolutely sure he'd do it at a rival boutique himself. Plus, he's hot. It doesn't really bother her until he starts talking to Tamamo, but then she mostly just makes a bunch of excruciatingly ambivalent noises, because for one, she reaaaally doesn't like that he interrupted the date, but for the other, he's being all 'actually respectful and stuff' instead of that ex-cop for whom she wrote a reminder to break his knees.

    She does, in fact, take the time to Check, which causes her to sigh explosively. "No, he's really not mind controlling them. They're just being a bunch of *fucking Extras*." She uses her native Gamer Word and everything. "Tamamo, you really don't have to bother if you don't want to." she adds, before one-handedly vaulting off the railing with a little 'hup' and wading into the crowd.
Tamamo     A certain discordance is now affecting the area's music. How very strangely inappropriate to such a high-class establishment. Tamamo steps over to look and see what's happening.

<J-IC-Scene> Tamamo says, "These gifts are 'investments,' then. I see, what a very convenient ability. Even if the investment itself serves no purpose, those who receive it would benefit, still."
<J-IC-Scene> Mansa Musa says, "I'm pleased to receive such praise from a goddess. As-Salam-u-Alaikum, Tamamo-no-Mae."
<J-IC-Scene> Tamamo says, "I shall wish peace upon you, as well, though I find that peace begins to evaporate around us. My, and I was having such an enjoyable time."
<J-IC-Scene> Mansa Musa says, "You have my greatest apologies. I shall personally assure that you have an uninterrupted and pleasurable evening at one of my own establishments to make up for it. Have dinner somewhere with a partner, perhaps. I have an excellent lake-borne restaurant. I shall give you a free evening there as tribute. Though you are not my God, you are nonetheless a goddess, and should be treated as befits royalty."

    'Peace be upon you.' It's an ordinary and well-understood phrase, but Tamamo cannot help but hesitate to give its customary response. With the gold 'invested' in the customers, their own power is raised, and what would be a simple task of redirecting their attention, blocking them off, or gently restraining their senses becomes a great deal more difficult. There should be nothing to the extent of giving them a special resistance to her own charms, but even so, a greater mass will be pushed more slowly.

    "Polite and well-mannered a king though he may be," Tamamo asides to Lilian, "I feel his generosity aligns itself with a particular purpose, and the effect upon those aided, ourselves included, may be secondary to its value as entertainment." Not that she'd refuse the reservation. This and that are separate matters, and deceptiveness isn't among the sins she suspects in the King of Gold.

    And then Lilian has leapt away. Tamamo stops only long enough to indicate to the nearest employee that their order be matched in both sizes. Getting away with a one-sided accessorizing trip simply won't be allowed.

    With no more delay, Tamamo picks up her dress and twirls into battle, not with any sort of weapon, but merely as her attention-grabbing self, not quite the searing light of the sun, and without the physical sensation of its gravity, but with a slowly growing spiritual sense of the same, an attraction and impossibility to ignore that builds as she approaches. "May I please have your attention?" She doesn't need it for anything in particular. She just needs it to be taken off the gold.
Rhongomyniad     "Mm," The King of Knights nods once at Gilgamesh's approach, "I would thank you as well for the invitation. This is the first opportunity I have had to attend an opening of one of your--endeavors.." She trails off as the noise asserts itself, turning in place to face the entrance and the arriving entourage. Throughout his exchange with the King of Heroes, she is silent, her expression unreadably neutral as always, though her scintillant gaze remains fixed on the King of Mali and the woman beside him.

    How very curious, to meet someone who looks so like herself. Perhaps this is the sensation that Ioanna Langstrom referred to.

    When Mansa Musa speaks to her directly, she lets out a thoughtful sound, her gaze shifting pointedly from his face to the riotous crowd, "I have heard nought of you or yours, King of Gold." Her gaze returns to his face, still impassive and unreadable, and yet somehow hostile. This may perhaps be what it feels like to be judged by a god. In her right hand, a mote of light appears, expands, extends. As it grows, metallic ribbons materailize, intertwining and braiding into the shape of the Divine Lance, "Should you wish to speak with me, know that my attention is divided by more pressing matters."

    The Lance is raised in one hand, light surging between the seams of the braiding. The floor rumbles, parting, raising beneath her as a castle parapet forms. The Lance swells, then emits a crack like thunder and an accompanying flash of divine light. An attention-getter.

    "Customers of Babylon, lend me your ears! Turn not your arms on your fellows; for the King of Mali has provided enough for all to benefit. Shed your fury and seek the brotherhood to be found in your common desires and experiences. You are fine men and women surrounded by wealth; not mere beasts to squabble over scraps."
Gilgamesh      Hibiki goes running forward. She kicks one of the scrabbling employees off her feet and palm-strikes the next nearest one. The second tries to wield their gold tablet as a shield - and she shatters straight through it. But the problem with trying not to hurt them becomes obvious immediately:

     The more gold they have, the stronger they are. The more durable they are. The faster they are.

     So while the first employee Hibiki knocked down goes down easy, the second woman does not. The hit in the stomach gets a shockwave for her trouble, and then the woman swings her golden tablet back to just *smash* Hibiki in the face. One of Kale's wind spells pushes the woman away before she can do too much damage, shoving her off to the side. Some of the others stand their ground, and several of them start hurling mannequins at Kale straight through the wind. Again, the superhuman strength of a few of them becomes very evident as their mannequins go shooting straight through the wind.

     Featherman Neo and Gareth wade into the crowd. Nobody seems to have grabbed any seriouos weapons - nothing that could kill anyone. Even in a riot like this people aren't literally murdering each other. Lots of bruises, lots of black eyes, but nothing lethal. When Neo makes himself a target they turn on him and start hitting - which mostly does nothing, because the armor appears to actually be resistant. Gareth, too, finds herself more or less resistant against their attacks - some property of her armor must protect her from their current nature.
     Muramasa, Kotone, and Gaonoir, too, find people responding to their melee assault with superhuman strength, some of them with skulls hard enough that just holding back won't stop. In fact Muramasa gets a punch in the face from an old woman in a walker really, really hard. Gaonoir finds that their fighting spirit is strong, and they punch back with all the strength due someone who is about at the level of a low-end Heroic Spirit. Someone actively grabs the taser and drags Kotone into a punch with superhuman force.

     Between Brooklyn, Lilian, Tamamo, and Rhongomyniad, several members of the crowd just turn to look at them. When they start making orders, the weaker-willed among the crowd start to wobble, and then start filing out. Apparently the gold buffs *everything* about them - even their wills. So the ones who aren't so weak-willed, or have a substantial amount of coins in hand, fight back, throwing loose objects at the four of them with great strength.

     Bowser and the Goombas wind up in a struggle with a group of old women, just like Muramasa, but these old women are wielding canes and hitting very, very hard. One of them even shouts at Bowser as he tries to pick up the gold, "Sonny, you better give me that gold bar back right this instant or I'll tan your hide so bad you'll be sold in an Arizona leather shop!"
Gilgamesh      Tael's shadow-ball blasts into a group of people. Most of them go falling over, some of them into racks of clothing, some of them into each other. Money goes scattering. Once the money's been taken out of their hands they immediately go down with all the strength of your average non-Elite. But one of the ones who clutches a big mass of the stuff just *swings* it with all her might at Tael, and all her might happens to be *very very strong*.
Muramasa After being punched in the face with shocking amounts of force given the woman's age, Muramasa recoils and holds his bruised cheek. "Ugh ... this is /really/ getting out of hand!"

Dispelling the ineffectual Torashinai, he re-approaches just how he was going to go about resolving the problem, especially with the affirmation of Featherman's support.

Given Brooklyn's request, utilizing his magecraft to form a spear would be easy enough. "Trace on." he murmurs his aria, holding his right hand out with his palm facing down. The spear in question was long and colored a blued tone, possessing a simple but elegant tapered tip at the spearhead; it was a nameless Noble Phantasms, one of the weapons that Gilgamesh had fired at him out of his gate during their battle on that golem, way back when.

Once formed, the spear rockets out and pierces the floor in front of Brooklyn with laser-like precision. "Here! That should suit you just fine, right?"

<J-IC-Scene> Rhongomyniad says, "Saber -- I fear it would be disastrous were I to use the Lance indoors. This is the best I can do without causing undue chaos."
<J-IC-Scene> Muramasa says, "I see .. in that case, the gifts that were given to me back then .. even if it is only an image that can exist for a short amount of time, I'll return it to you. Here."

Thinking back to that time, from 'before' he'd been Muramasa, when he and his own Servant had fought side by side, he focused on that image in his head. At the time, he had been unskilled in every sense of the word and had only just grasped the basics of the basics of his own magecraft by only instinct. He brought that memory to the forefront to his mind and he focused on it.

        Commence Projection.

In his hands, he holds a beaitful and familiar blade, but it is not Excalibur. It is an ornate sword with blue enamel and royal jewls in its embelishments, that had not been meant for fighting, but rather, it was a sign of Arthur's kingship.

The very sword that had shattered when Arthur had broken the rules of chivalry; Caliburn: The Golden Sword of The Victorious.

Holding it in his hands again felt almost bittersweet. Handing it off to Rhongomyniad, even more so.
Bowser The old ladies start hitting Bowser. Canes whack on his face, slapping around his head and nose and eyes.

A normal PUNY LITTLE PUNK might be hurt by these blows, but Bowser is made of sterner stuff. The canes just sort of batter against Bowser's impervious hide. "Hey wrinkles! This is mine!" WHACK WHACK WHACK. "I'm going to-STOP HITTING ME!" WHACK WHACK WHACK. "I'm going to p-STOP HITTING ME!" WHACK WHACK WHACK.

Finally, the Lord of the Koopa Kingdom sloooowly wheels back one of his massive fists. The gold is making him feel pretty good. Really good. He wants more of it. He's going to take all of it! The fist slowly draws back, like a shell being loaded into a cannon. The car door sized fist hangs over Bowser's fist, ready to swing forward.

Then Bowser pushes them both over the Goombas standing right behind the old ladies and steals their gold AND their purses.

"Smell you later, old bags!"
Kale Hearthward Kale works his crowd control.

"Getting paid, getting a ninety percent discount, getting a free outfit..."

It's these thoughts that occupy his head, and so he utterly misses the thrown mannequin being thrown hard enough to get past his defenses and do the mannequin equivalent of hip-checking him.

"... Okay! Enhancements in the gold," he says, after listening to the radio for a bit. "Right. Not just an ordinary crowd of agitated shoppers."

He refocuses - using his enhanced animal senses to start scanning the crowd for specific threats and troublemakers, and proactively disarming them at range or cordoning them off, instead of just doing blanket wind-shaping as he had before. It does mean that his head's finally in the game, instead of focusing on how far he can stretch his bank account with that discount.
Featherman Neo As the crowd starts attacking Featherman Neo, the blows impact with his armor, creating sparks, but it's more muted than it should be. The powerful armor is arcanely resistant, and bulky besides, so their fists aren't doing much damage. He doesn't even stagger due to his weight.

Instead, with knife and gun, he moves to start literally smashing into and pushing some of the crowd into the nearest barrier, trying to corral them together. They may be enhanced, so he also tries to knock gold out of their hands, and see if that removes their power. His main goal is that they can't escape the others trying to force them to stop.

"Citizens! Any who cease fighting *immediately* will be treated to a complimentary dinner! I will make sure that happens!" He makes sure only His Crowd can hear that. He doesn't have enough resources to pay for *everybody*, but he can get some nice reservations and ask Featherman Chef to pull some strings, perhaps.
Gareth When she sees Bowser rearing back with his fist clenched, Gareth's eyes go wide in shock. "Wha..? No, don't!" She calls out, too slow to intercept, and she braces in horror as he closes in and...

Just kinda shoves them over instead to get at the gold that's the cause of all this. Although there's still some mild grimacing at the idea of the elderly being pushed over, she can still let out a great sigh of relief before turning her attention back to the crowd that's still busy bashing away at her.

"Perhaps... That turtle king isn't as bad as he seems." Chuckling lightly to herself, she refocuses her efforts on the crowd as Featherman issues forth A PLAN of some sort. "A corral...? Right! I'll hold down the rowdiest ones to make them calm down, and then... Oh! I can hold them down with each other!"

That, of course, requires Gareth to get a little more physical with these people than before. "My apologies, but this is for your own good!" She waits for Featherman to start getting people rounded up, then moves into that group once there's a nicely-sized clump of shoppers. She grabs the largest one, using them as a pseudo-battering ram to push over several others before using that same person to hold that group down like a makeshift paperweight.
Lilian Rook     Though some people hurry away from the withering assault of Lilian's MEAN GIRL POWER, some choose to start throwing objects. Lilian removes her pendant --the eerie black iron solar cross she usually keeps under her shirt-- and dismisses the unseelie glamer from it, a wave of black smoke revealing the full length of an ancient sword, seemingly made of different grades of solid magnetite, tapering to a gossamer translucent edge, and etched top to bottom with Celtic tracery. It radiates an aura of supremely unnatural menace; a nightmare thing from dark ghost stories, somehow wrought by human hands. She raises it--!!

    It's used to deflect the whole sequence of superhumanly-hurled gold with a beautiful butterfly of shallow swings, expert leverage turning it at the right angle such that random objects hit the flat and spin off at thirty degrees, like tank armour. Even with that much strength, it's not like they can turn something heavy and un-aerodynamic into a high-velocity bullet. It seems she doesn't have any difficulty at all even from a reasonably short distance.

    Thankfully, none of that terrible glow trickles into its flowers and knots and vines and runes, so Lilian is channeling none of her magical power into Night Mist. Instead, she tries using it in that memetic way that Gawain often talks about: laying about and bashing people with the hard, flat side. The material doesn't flex anything like steel, so it's more like sharp, focused raps and swats to backs of heads and knees, wrists and noses, using a controlled degree of her own strength.

    She might break a finger here and there, or bruise someone's skull, but the idea is mostly to smack the gold right out of their hands and knock them down hard enough to discourage them. She only uses the point to slice apart whatever pockets, packs, and purses, people try to stuff their gold into, wielding even that length with the finesse of a baton, practically drawing on them with the tip as if with a pen.

    "First step is to get it out of their hands. Then, if they can't *behave*, they don't *deserve any*." she says. In a moment of calm, she looks around the crowd for Tamamo, to see whether she's stayed out of things, or felt the compulsion to participate, and thus might need (violently) protecting.
Gaonoir Gaonoir was concerned with hurting people that didn't deserve to be hurt, so lets give him the credit for that moment of consideration.

A concern that comes apparent as not being required. After he lays out a few of the less greedy and thus weaker rioters... only for one man to take a punch straight to face, seem to shrug off it's effect, and kick the dog-mon away. Several more gold-bewitched consumers join in, swinging and swatting at the Digimon as he rolls past. Until he finally rolls back and flips over to land in a three-point stance not far from where he original started. "Okay, what the hell."

Erika looks up from the kiosk she'd taken cover in. "It would seem that the more money they've picked up, the more of a boost they get. They're literally empowered by avarice." She glances down at the screen of her device, then stands and steps out of the her spot. "I don't think holding back is going to be necessary," she adds, even as she flicks her thumb across the screen, and the Digital Monster icon appears as it flashes and ** DIGIVOLUTION ENGAGE ** scrolls by.

"Then let's do this." He glances aside the other way. "Hey Kotone! Use me for cover if you need to," he shouts, even as he rises off the ground and energy swirls around him, forming into an egg-like barrier briefly as digicode is restructured from the gridframe up. ** DARKGAOMON... DIGIVOLVE TO... **

The aura cracks and shatters, four massive paws slamming back to the grand. Appendage-like scarves snap like whips at his sides as the dire bear sized canid roars. ** DARKGAOGAMON **

The scarves flick again, this time spreading their fringe at the ends to form dark infused claws. Fangs bare as Gaonoir snarls from now wolf-like muzzle. "SOMBRA LASHING!" The clawed scarves erupt into motion, diving down at his sides and seeming to disappear into his shadow.

And then erupt out again in hundreds move, the dark tendrils striking out in a blurr of violet violence to slam, slash, whip and sling about anyone they can make contact with.

Plus the big beast type digimon is large enough for anyone else to take cover near if they must.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa is glad for the backup from Muramasa and Gaonoir given these people are getting superhuman powers. She does not want to kill anyone, and she sees the old woman attack Muramasa. Things have got a might bit crazy on this she will have to adapt she's done some good but there's more coming and someone tries to grab the taser and drag Kotone back. She will struggle and move pull away. She just barely does but she does it and will twist around charming the entire system through her body as she'll start trying to grab the person who almost hit her. Following up with anyone else near her that's still hostile.

"Don't let up I have a few other tricks but the stronger they get the less useful they are going to be!" They are getting up into the area of a combat cyborg-like herself already. Who knows if there was a cap or not.
Taelveras Taelveras remains hanging on the balcony, looking down. Her style of combat emphasizes things like 'murder' and 'murder, but in a different way', and her own spin on the style is more along the lines of a fair battle than... dealing with something like this.

What do you even DO in this situation? She's not, usually, a guard. It's never been her job before.

And worse, none of those people are actually fighters. They're a mob. She can't read them because their maneuvers generally don't make tactical sense. They're just... doing things, and as any professional will tell you, the most dangerous person is an amateur who doesn't know what they should be doing but are going to try anyway.

So as it turns out one of them gets close enough to Tael that she hears her even over the noise. Tael turns, moving her arm into a guard position. And that would have been that if she had her sword out.

She does not have her sword out.

And so a random lady manages to smack Tael with a shopping bag full of gold so hard she tumbles off the balcony, trailing shadows like black mist from a shattered spell or teleportation.

Taelveras manages to flip in midair so that she comes down feet-first and by the time lands she's as graceful and deliberate as if she'd jumped, but she didn't and her shoulder is killing her. With hesitation, she draws - no, she doesn't draw a sword. She leans over, picks up a stanchion holding a velvet rope, knocks off the base, and holds the whole bar like it was a sword. It's a little big for one hand, but Taelveras is strong, she can manage it.

She uses the velvet rope to sweep at least one rioter off their feet and then, hesitating, uses the (thankfully blunt) stanchion to strike at another. Her swings are more pushing than smashing, flicking attacks on hands to disarm and deflect and make them drop anything from gold to improvised weapons, and even with something that is only tangentially sword-shaped she seems to know what she's doing.

She is also filling with anger, but it has no outlet. The rioters aren't where she wants to vent it, and so she's restrained as she tries to link up with at least one other Paladin, just for coordination's sake. She's actually moving as much toward Gareth as anyone else though.
Hibiki Tachibana     <J-IC-Scene> Featherman Neo says, "Let us work in conjunction!"
    <J-IC-Scene> Featherman Neo says, "Team Feathermen! I'll try and corral the rioters with my HUGE girth! Use your force and your words! Feathermen, fly!"

    That's a good plan. But before that can happen, Hibiki has to address getting smacked in the face. She's surprised just enough that the remains of the tablet smash head-on and send her stumbling back before Kale bails her out, leaving her letting out an annoyed groan and rubbing her nose. "Alright, that gold has gotta go...!"

    It's only takes a shake of her head to get her back in the game, where she confirms how Featherman Neo and Gareth are holding up - with her own squint off in Bowser's direction as she does so, but y'know, she can imagine those old ladies are a real handful on their own, so she's not sure how much she can blame him.

    But her friends are holding up, and they have a good plan. She starts sprinting. "Then I'll make sure to disable as many of them as possible!" Leaving a good amount of them to the Servant, Hibiki springs off the ground into a shoulder tackle aimed to bowl at least one of them--probably several of them--into each other and send a good amount of them toppling over.

    The ones that don't, she starts marching on with heavy steps and quick strikes, most of them involving swung elbows and whirling kicks. This time, she's not holding back as much, with more force put in the more moolah she can see them carrying. Her stomps to brace herself for each strike are cracking the fine flooring, just a little bit.
Tamamo     Tamamo defends herself with grace, as she refuses to settle for less. Things are thrown at her, but this is a half-hearted attack compared to most, against the strength of her defensive wards. "Look this way, if you please!" And then she gives something for people to look at.

    The musicians are her first targets, captured with a glance and a directing wave of a folding fan (secreted from somewhere, as she's exchanged her usual, voluminous sleeves for elbow-high gloves), directing them to return to their work, and give her a suitable score. The Blessings of Amaterasu manifest in their usual form, for her, an ornate mirror that appears at her hand, and is then tossed high into the air. It catches light and scatters it, but seems to shine with its own. It can't, truly, but like the Moon, it reflects the Sun. Just a trickle of its true power, that to raise civilizations, is sufficient for raising one inevitable result of all sufficiently powerful civilizations: A stage on which to raise, for worship, an idol.

    Those first steps had been just the faint rays before morning. It's now that she really begins to move, leaping to the top of the stage, her stage, that it's the light of sunrise. She lands lightly, despite the heels being apart her usual geta, immediately eclipsing the shine of models and mannequins alike with her own glorious, Solar presence, twirls the long folds of her split ballroom dress, and begins her performance. A solo dance for an audience isn't quite like a waltz with a partner, but she must have practiced both. That trace of unfamiliarity, of a Shinto goddess diving into cultures oceans apart and a thousand years hence her own and merging together with her own style, can easily be forgiven, because the earnest effort (whatever had motivated her to practice such a thing) has a quality all its own.

    And then, of course, there is the matter that it's a powerful effect placed upon the mind, a curse that causes others to fall to orbit her, not explainable merely as supernatural charisma. Rarely has she called for worship, if ever, but in this moment and in this manner, it suits her. And if one raises their eyes up, they won't be looking down to the ground for scrounge for another's coins.

    In the barest pause between step and spin and arching her back with one hand raised toward the sky, Tamamo makes sure to catch Lilian's eye, and motion her to come up and join her.
Bowser The Chain Chomp is in the back, getting stronger as it eats up spare bits of gold while the Koopa Troopas try to keep it in check.

This may become a problem.
Rhongomyniad     Lowering the Lance, the King of Knights casts her gaze over the crowd of onlookers. As some of them come to their senses and shuffle off; gold in hand or no, it matters not to Rhongomyniad. Only that they have chosen peace over violence, even if they needed a nudge to reach that decision. Her head lowers slightly in thought, glimmering eyes cast over those who remain, hurling objects in their belligerance. She shifts the Lance to protect her face, though this doesn't stop her body from being pelted with random small objects.

    Pens, a shoe, one of the store tablets. Things she endures without complaint. The display shelf; that's a surprise. It knocks her off her Castle-crafted perch, though she lands easily enough on her feet while the brick and stone recedes whence it came, roughed up but conscious and hale.

    She does take a moment to locate the girl who had run into her moments ago, then straightens her posture to get a better bearing of who is immediately near her. The veneration of the moment she shares with Muramasa, however, does immediately draw her full attention. Those jeweled eyes fixate on the blacksmith as he works his Projection, drawing forth a blade that strikes a familiar chord within the King of Knights. In her hand, the Divine Lance's outer casing unravels, while its gleaming golden core dissipates, so that she can accept the offered artifact with both hands. She stands, staring down at the sword in her hands with that unreadable, impassive face, contending with the well of nostalgic memories surging out of her former existence as Artoria Pendragon. The moment feels perhaps like it takes longer than it actually does; a moment dragging on for hours, before snapping back to the present. She finally lifts her gaze to the Saber, nodding once.

    "Thank you. I shall make good use of it."

    Whirling in place with a flourish of her fur-lined cape, the King of Knights steps forward, raising the sword. Mana spills into it, giving the blade a faint blue glow that rapidly grows and changes color to the same golden divine light of the Lance's core.

    Caliburn. The Sword of Selection. Though a reproduction, holding you once more is oddly relaxing. An old friend, painstakingly recreated through skill and dedication. Your return to me is doubtless fleeting in this circumstance, and so I shall make your momentary return a glorious one.

    As she descends into the crowd, Rhongomyniad acquires for herself a long red scarf, wrapped around her left arm with one tail left loose. Using this as a whip of sorts, she tangles the closest rioter's arm and draws them off-balance, then lurches into the fray directly with the practiced steps of a fine swordswoman, stroking with the flat of a blade that glows so brightly, it carves arcs of light through the air. The sound is certainly not similar to anything else.
Gilgamesh      The spear emerges, and Caliburn shines. The crowd around Muramasa recoils from its shining light as he passes it off to Rhongomyniad. It's something glorious that they don't want to fight.

     So, while he's distracted, one of them comes around from behind, grabs him under the elbows, and moves to piledriver him into a clothes rack.

     Meanwhile, Bowser just flattens a pair of old women over his goombas and runs off with their purses.

     He finds himself face-to-face with his own Chain Chomp.

     It has a ton of gold in its mouth.

     It is growling at him.

     Kale singles out a bunch of dangerous targets of opportunity. Several of them have just gathered such enormous amounts into backpacks (taken from the Backpacking Across The Fertile Crescent section) that they're probably strong enough to challenge even a reasonably-dangerous Elite. So when he goes in to cordon them off, it stops them from getting more gold, and getting more powerful, and prevents other people from taking advantage of the knockdown.

     And then someone with the same idea as Tael swings a stanchion at his head with enough force to crack it.

     Once Featherman removes gold, they do in fact get weaker. They don't get less *angry*, but they become much easier to just...restrain. Regrettably, the only response anyone has to his offer of dinner is to deck him in the schnozz with a supernatural fist. Gareth uses a big man to bowl over a whole bunch of other people. She puts him on top of the others. He struggles, angrily, and so do the people under him, but once divested of their gold and with a clothes rack or a mannequin on top, they're not going anywhere.

     Gareth does get a pair of hands clubbing her over the head.

     It is probably a little traumatic.
Gilgamesh      Lilian, like Featherman, goes for the gold. Like Featherman she finds it untroublesome once it's been removed from peoples' hands - they can easily be knocked out with a light force. Like Featherman she comes up against people running at her with stanchions wielded like two-handed clubs.

     Gaonoir is a giant monster. Even the greediest people sort of stumble when they're faced with giant monsters - and that's before the giant monster starts flinging them about. The weaker ones are just knocked out instantly. The buffer ones, the ones with lots more gold, grab onto tendrils and just *dig their heels in* against the store's clothes racks and daises.

     There's no cap, Kotone finds to her great despair. The people with more gold are Just Better. The more gold they get the Better they get. So when she grabs one of them and holds them down, another one goes to grab her from behind and shove her into the fountain next to the elevator.

     Meanwhile, Hibiki knocks a whole group of them into the fountain, too. The few who resist are bombarded with appropriate force, and get knocked about like bowling pins. But one of them is strong enough to grab her back - a tiny girl even smaller than Hibiki, who grabs her fist in one hand and then swings in to punch her in the gut.

     Tael is much more skilled than anybody else swinging stanchions around. When she comes into the group she finds herself up behind Lilian, two swordswomen in the midst of a crowd of amateurs. She can easily cover Lilian's other side, though Lilian doesn't need it, knocking away more gold in the same style. Slapping away improvised weapons is equally easy - but less easy is people hurling mannequin heads at her.

     Rhongomyniad joins the pair of swordsladies, slapping her way through the crowd to meet them. The lines of light force people to back away and give Lilian and Tael and Rhon even more room to work. When someone is bold enough to come at her, though, Rhon finds them grabbing at her scarf-

     -And briefly flying away as some high-impact objects crashes into them from the side.

     Gilgamesh looks away like a schoolboy caught glancing at a crush during a test.

     The next person, meanwhile, comes lunging to try and tackle her to the ground.

     And then there's Tamamo.

     People just sort of stop and stare at the impromptu idol show. People start clapping and cheering. Nobody is willing to lay a hand on her. Nobody is willing to strike her. But the cheers and the clapping start drowning out her own performance, and soon people in the back are brawling over whether she or Rhongomyniad are something called 'best girl.'
Bowser Bowser starts bellowing with laughter. "GWA HA HA HA HA HA HA H-what."

He turns around, holding onto his gold. The Chain Chomp looms near him. "Ah fudge."

The Chain Chomp leaps, chomping its teeth around Bowser's entire fucking head.
Featherman Neo The punch actually hits Featherman Neo in the face, as he leans over the crowd. He's going to give a spiel about how they're quite rude, when Hibiki comes in and helps subdue them as the gold falls. He moves to pick it up, and realizes a solution. Gathering all the gold he can, his belt dings as he gives Hibiki a knife-up thumbs-up. Another pendant has been made. Their friendship has been born, and together, they will ride the Chariot.

Briefly sheathing weapons, gold gathered, Featherman Neo spins, and throws it high into the air. It's sparkling. It's eye-catching for those not caught on the idol show. It's a beautiful show of gold. When it lands, all you have to do is get it...

"Activate! Weapon Combo!"

Knife and gun are quickly drawn, and locked together, forming a long rifle.

"Rifle!"

Gareth's pendant is slotted into it. It begins to hum with energy.

"Rifle charging..."

And then, once the knife-rifle dings, Featherman Neo shouts out.

"FEATHERRRRR SHOT!"

SNAP SHOT

A distinctly blue beam fires out of the rifle, blasting straight into the gold. If it hits, it's powerful enough to eradicate the gold completely, as gold is not actually that durable. It's meant to be both demoralizing to the rioters, and also a show of force to break their will to fight.
Bowser Bowser's hands come up, claws digging into the mouth of the chain chomp. Slowly, he begins to pry it apart, revealing that the chain chomp is, indeed, the one who took the brunt of the damage. Most of its teeth have shattered around Bowser's neck. With a HERCULEAN pull, Bowser snaps the Chain Chomp's jaws into the fully open position, making it give a whimper. "DOWN!" He hurls the metal sphere into the ground, making the entire ground shake. Then Featherman says something over the radio. "What."

Now, Bowser isn't dumb. He keeps in the same spot, one foot on the pile of gold, so he can track Featherman down.

"THAT WAS MY GOLD!"

He grabs the Chain Chomp by the chain, starting a mighty twist. Then another. The huge ball begins to whirl overhead, becoming a blur of horrible teeth and iron.

When, with the mighty of hammer tosses. "I NEED TO LOOK GOOD FOR PRINCESS PEACH WHEN I KIDNAP HEEEEEEEER!"
Muramasa Even if it was just for this moment, staring at her face as she felt something ambiguous -- it felt .. important. It felt nostalgic, like what he'd wanted to have back then, before that opportunity had been ripped away from his fingers, just like everything else he'd tried to hold close at that time. "Give it your all." he nods.

    Shortly before being suplexed, that is.

By the time he came back around, pulling his head out of the immaculately tiled floor, streaks of red running down his noggin, a concert had apparently gotten started. "Ugh.."

Featherman seemed to be doing his best to eliminate the gold, while Rhongomyniad, Hibiki, and everyone else went full force into subduing the crowd. Just what had he missed while recovering from his massive concussion?

Although, a blow like that really should have knocked him out, now that he thought about it. My head isn't bleeding anymore. I wonder ... is the scabbard healing me because she's here?

"Well, it's not like I'll be wrecking any of that annoying goldie's shops, so he should have no problem with me doing this, right? Trace on."

Holding his hand up, he closes his eyes to concentrate despite his raging headache, and loads the gun in his head with blueprints. If the goal was to corral them, then he could certainly do that, but he'd need to be very careful with his aim, and the kinds of weapons he utilized, he couldn't just spray them willy-nilly.

And so carefully and with the utmost precision, "If you'd rather keep your lives, you better hotfoot it on over and listen to her song!"

Muramasa summons two large, leaf-shaped swords in hand and twists them clockwise as he slashes with both, generating a typhoon to hurl the rioters into one big pile.
Gaonoir The thrashing tendrils whip people around left and right... until people manage to grab onto them with their gold-buffed strength, dig their feet in and entangle them in the store furnishings. A few of those racks come loose, and recoil back with the shadow whip to slam into their creator as he digs in with his own claws. Though most things just break against the digimon's monsterous bulk, and the Dark Digitron that composes much of his being starts to ripple over the damage that does result to seal it off.

"Hmph." His eyes narrow at the ones that managed to grab the actual scarves to keep them from recoiling as well and now are trying to tug-of-war with him. "Fine then, if that's what you want..."

Erika pitches in. "Gaonoir, use the slingshot maneuver!"

With a soft growling chuckle that's exactly what he does... by pulling his claws free of the floor. The scarves react like giant bands, abruptly yanking the large beast TOWARDS the ones trying to bind him down!

And instead the monsterous beast now hurtling forth, literally bulldozering through the crowd, slamming over the furnishings used to try to tie him down! In the process he tries to grab onto some of the buffer offenders as they collide, to ensure they're slammed beneath both his bulk and the momentum it takes to get it moving with that much force!
Rhongomyniad     The Goddess Rhongomyniad strikes with the flat of her sword, empowered by her personal mana store. Given the sort of being she is; her personal mana store is somewhere on the far end of 'enormous'. Her stance shifts, wrenching on the scarf when someone grabs at it. Nothing grasps it, and the perpetrator is sent sailing. While the King of Heroes looks away, the King of Knights casts a neutral glance in his direction. Seeing ought amiss, she returns her attention to the matter at hand, in time to get tackled through one of the displays by a furious Tamamo fan.

    It is honestly something she does not understand. Nay, not even a lack of understanding; Rhongomyniad utterly lacks context for what is even going on around the singing and dancing fox. It's such a distinctly Eastern thing she has never encountered before. How utterly confusing.

    She rolls with the weight and momentum, though, tumbling through debris and thrusting a foot to hurl the person right off her in a way that brings her back to her feet. Glass from the display pierces her suit, and some places are a yet darker shade from her blood. Perhaps the armor would have been more sensible after all.

    Her posture straightens, the replica Caliburn lifted up before her face, her free hand resting against the flat of the glowing blade, "Behold and grasp victory. The Golden Sword of Assured Victory..." Stepping forward once, she plants her foot, drawing the sword back and its point down in a flicker of golden light. "CALIBURN!"

    Thrusting the weapon forward, Rhongomyniad supports it with both hands, pouring her strength and her magic into it. The golden sheath of light around the blade swells, then fires forward into the crowd as a narrow beam of divine light.

    Somehow, despite drawing a straight line from start to finish, it impacts one of the riotous guests in an unfortunate place.

    And then explodes. Several times.
Kale Hearthward There. The crowd control is working. Kale keeps his focus and a cool head, and slowly things are getting better, slowly he's able to cordon off-

Once again, he's caught unawares. Struck solidly across the forehead, as he turns - and he's forced to abandon his position, falling back, reaching up and touching his head as he does so...

... wetness, across his feathers and fingers. Blood drawn.

"That's..."

"... Enough. I don't - I'm not -"

He loses his cool. "I am a conqueror, playing at peacekeeper here. I am here to keep the peace, but I am foremost here to *not* be bloodied by a common rabble who's lucked into sudden strength and whose ideals are naught but enriching themselves!"

"I AM THE EAST WIND! Those of you with the sense to leave, should have left, and all else - all else shall know the folly of standing against the storm!"

He takes a deep breath.

He takes a deeper breath.

He takes a yet deeper breath...

And then, like the archetypical big bad wolf, having huffed and puffed, he lets everything out.

It's beyond hurricane force, a cone of pure *wind* aimed at the largest mass of the gold-seekers he can find.
Taelveras Managing to catch up with Lilian, Taelveras gives her a very slight nod before turning her attention back to the group around her. She positions herself halfway behind Lilian, on what she judges is her 'off' side, to cover what's hardest for Lilian to watch herself; this also keeps Tael's own mirror position safe. And when Rhongomyniad shows up, she steps slightly to make room for her, forming three points of a triangle instead.

"I don't exactly - " Taelveras ducks a swing aimed too high, catches another swing with her stanchion. It doesn't precisely ring like good steel, but makes more of a dull metallic thunk. "I didn't expect to run into this today. Advice? Would taking out Mansa Musa stop this?"

She's willing to try, but she doesn't know shit about how Noble Phantasms work.

Another improvised weapon comes in (she is pretty sure this one is a gold bar in a sock) and Tael deflects it with another metallic thunk. They're clearing out a little bit, which is good; Tael was feeling kind of pushed before.

The hardest part is the flying projectiles. Taelveras smacks one of the thrown mannequin heads hard enough to return it to sender with a surprisingly baseball bat-ish sound. It's lost in Tamamo's music, but she can feel the hit. It's a good one.

It's the *second* mannequin head that comes in, and the third, that are the problem. Under ordinary circumstances Tael would not be particularly worried about this, but one of the throwers has a *lot* of gold, and when she parries it it impacts with enough force to bend the stanchion through about eighty degrees and deflect the head into her already-injured shoulder.

This would be a lot easier if she could draw her goddamned sword, she thinks. She's still left it on her hip.

Tael gestures, and a noticable portion of room goes into shadow. Not complete darkness; it's still possible to see, it's like standing under a shady tree or, in the deepest parts, being in a thick forest. But enough to dim everything a little.

It helps Tael see a little more clearly to aim a pillar of shadow-ice directly into the middle of them, shattering phantom icicles. Like the ball from before, they don't hurt, precisely, but only leave a lingering numbness. She's hoping it's enough to get them to go down (or, failing that, pass out).
Lilian Rook     Having cleared a solid route throughout the crowd, Lilian allows a moment for Taelveras to form up, though mainly for the newbie Paladin's benefit than her own, since it'll mean that she covers the 'rookie's back. "Unfortunately, no. He has no control over these people; the gold itself is essentially enchanted to make things 'superior', and these nasty little cretins are all over it of their own greedy faults'. Don't you know how to use that sword for anything else?" When the rush of the crowd resumes, Lilian looks to the people rushing her with stanchions. Her eyebrow raises up, though her sword flicks to a perfect vertical at the same time, waiting and ready in a sideways, pistol duel stance. "Really now? You're *that* greedy? Or are you *that* stupid? You must be both. You think a little power like that even puts you in the same *galaxy* as me?" Her lead foot advances. The sword flicks down.

    Within the blink of an eye, each pole swung at her is split cleanly in two, striking ends flung off into other members of the crowd, severed bases whiffing short. Each cut is precisely aimed to break one improvised weapon with its swing and then strike another shopper on the other side of her arc with the flat on its backswing, slicing through their bludgeons at that end and alternating back to lay out the shopper she'd just disarmed before. A dizzying alternating crisscross of blackness woven so densely that the compound afterimages indeed start to look like a dark mist. "That thing about the worst fencer in Venice? Forget about it. Sixth Code: Power bled for is power earned. Power bargained for is not."

    Having dealt with her group of attackers so effortlessly, it can't help but be thought that Lilian was showing off in the process. In cases like these, she normally just draws a sidearm and shoots people in the middle before they come close, but on this occasion, she makes it a point to hint at where she's at. Further blunt, gold-enforcedly non-lethal violence is interrupted by Tamamo's wordless call. Hanging her sword back up as a pendent again, Lilian flips back her hair and struts up to the stage.

    Though only a few people had the opportunity to see on Samhain, the instant Lilian takes Tamamo's hand, it becomes unignorable that Lilian is a *supremely* talented dancer. Far beyond simple old-fashioned parents and tutelage, far past high-class private lessons, it enters into the realm of the slightly inhuman. The old ways, the ancient Celtic arts of war, she knows, after all, are literally built on the dance as the first step of a warrior's physical training, and Lilian is someone who can command everything down to every fingertip to the beat of the music, though it may lack as many drums as she prefers. It takes her all of ten seconds to make Tamamo's staggering beauty and grace into something else.

    Not just for her bottomless skill at the dance, either, but for the fact that Tamamo's own divine brilliance is met, joined, supplemented, and countershaded, with Lilian's own unrepressed aura. Where Tamamo radiates the awe and respect and gravitational fascination of a sun goddess, Lilian radiates the dark beauty and entrancing storylike surreality of a faerie queen of winter. The shadow to Tamamo's light, Tamamo the sun to her shadow, the two different radial compulsions sharply highlight, define, and make one another stand out even more, amplifying the effect to become outright brain-melting. A vigorous, two-part, idol stage dance that achieves the realm of a mid-level cognitohazard.
Gareth As Tamamo puts the full power of her idol mastery on display, Gareth is one of the many people mesmerized by the show. Thankfully, it doesn't hold her quite as long as it could since she's (probably) not the intended target, and also because...

"Even if Lady Tamamo carries more womanly beauty, my King is still the best!" She shouts to 'correct' the crowd, partially out of pride and partially to try stealing their attention from the gold further. It does seem to work at least somewhat as, perhaps without noticing someone sneaking up on her or simply from having so many people to concentrate on at once...

She gets the back of her head bashed hard. Although it's not nearly as fatal as that one specific time that was significantly more fatal, the reminder of that event coming out of nowhere rather than being inflicted by herself still dazes her for a good chunk of time as she staggers forward and holds herself upright with a hand on that pile of people she had set up earlier. There's a loud hiss of pain as she clutches that spot, arguably more of an emotional wound than a physical wound (although it did hurt quite a bit), and then she turns around slowly to face the perpetrator.

Gareth's tearing up. She doesn't cry outright, but she's totally staring right at them like they just kicked her grandmother right in front of them or something. She inhales deeply, steps forward, then grabs that person by the face to use them as her second cow-catcher of the night. Even if she's not strong enough to necessarily rip steel apart, she's got enough strength to use a person to ram into other people, rounding them up like...

Well. A cow catcher. It'll be fine. They're still buffed by that gold, anyway. The important thing is getting them into Tamamo's audience, so this one particular person can just suck up whatever bruises remain.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa is finding how strong the people are getting and she will be out of her league if they get enough. Too bad for her the next idea she was planning? Can not be done as she goes flying while her taser system is active into the fountain. She cries out as there's an electrical discharge along with the smell of melted plastic as the injured Kotone rises from the fountain she's wet burnt shocked and not happy. She manages to keep enough control but shes' going to have to stop pulling her punches so much.

She just didn't want to make another her in the end after all. There's not much that can be done now. She will pull a few freezer foam grenades out and will toss them into the crowd. They might restain fully the weaker parts of the crowd. The stronger ones it might be a diversion for Kotone trying to punch them out with the strength synthetic body. She'll even use taser discharges into her punches.

"THUNDA PUNCH!"

She couldn't help herself there... With each punch, there's a burst of manmade lighting.
Gilgamesh      Muramasa takes the initiative. He knocks people towards the impromptu concert. Gaonoir herds them in. Rhongomyniad busts several people in uncomfortable places, flinging them in. Kale hurls the gold into a pile, sending gold-hoarders flying every which way. Tael's shadows push them up to help the others knock people into the crowd, and soon, the crowd gathered around is legitimately actually watching Lilian and Tamamo dance. They're spectacular. They're breathtaking. They're heartaching. People are really getting into it, and it's enough to give everybody attacking the gold the chance they need.

     And Feather Shot brings it home. The blast hits the gold dead-on. There is a blinding flash, a bird-shaped golden light that shoots out from the hands of people who had been holding the stuff, and then nothing. People covered in bruises and black eyes all look frustrated and perhaps mildly ashamed, muttering apologies at each other. Paid employees go about collecting scraps and righting various clothsracks.

     The Mansa just sort of smiles, pats the King of Heroes on the shoulder, laughs with a booming voice, and turns to leave. "A wonderful opening, King of Heroes! To hear you humbled is good both as a pious man and as a King. I am sure many others among these people share my opinion."

     "But," Mansa Musa says with a frown, "I must admit, King of Heroes, that this was not solely my idea. If you had not accepted that others helped you achieve success here I would have come back again and again."

     "There is another King who wishes to teach you far more profound lessons than I. This is not yet over for you." Another friendly pat on the shoulder.

     "But these clothes are still very low-quality, and I am sorry for your humble means." The Mansa's grin is just a little smug. "You should pay your tailors more."

     With that, he, and his servants, walk out.

     Gilgamesh grinds his teeth. Then, he just puts his hands together and shouts at Gareth, "THE KING OF KNIGHTS' WOMANLY CHARMS ARE SECOND TO NONE HERE!"

     Then he storms off, probably to go do some actual work and talk to a bunch of investors, while paid people clean up the place and staff start going back to their jobs awkwardly.

     The lions are asleep.
Tamamo     Tamamo isn't just redirecting the crowd, converting their attention on the King of Gold's charity (or, more accurately, on the gold itself, not caring whence it came) to herself and her performance. She's not just distracting those hold-outs who are trying to battle the other elites present, making them risk a knockout or a loss of their freely given wealth each time she raises a hand to beseech the audience their focus upon her motion. She's not just doing all of that, and neatly avoiding the violence on the floor, no violent impulse quite surviving proximity with her dance, twirling through stray, ballistic arcs.

    She's having a good time, too. That's why she needed Lilian to join her. Of course, the two of them form that necessary contrast, the kind of duality that fascinates and attracts throughout the ages. A pairing is the clearest and strongest relation to an audience, whether it's magical girls in black and white, oni of red and blue, or the Sun and the Moon. That Lilian has her own supernatural attraction, that fae power she's cultivated, makes it all the stronger.

    All of that is true, but it's also somewhat beside the main point. It may have helped save Gilgamesh's shop some further harm, but what's really, truly important, is that it saved Tamamo and Lilian's date.

    Eventually, the performance must come to an end. One would hardly think it impromptu, but this was truly unprepared, something like a hobby suddenly put into practice. A full set is out of the question, but a single round can be ended gracefully.
Rhongomyniad     There is a sound like cracking glass from the blade in the hands of the Lion King. Shortly after, the beam ceases and its explosions sooon after. Golden powder drifts down from the Projection in her hands, as she straightens her posture to behold the outcome of this last combined attempt at pacifying the crowd. At last, it seems, the people are calmed. Or unconscious. Which is close enough.

    Rhongomyniad glances down, then, raising the Caliburn's bladeless hilt. It is turned over in her hand, a small frown visible on her otherwise inexpressive face. Eventually, she turns, striding to Muramasa, "Your reproduction was most accurate. My thanks, for allowing me to weild a relic from my past once more. Although I regret to inform you that perhaps your work was too accurate."

    The way the King of Knights proffers the bladeless hilt to the blacksmith is almost sheepish, though the difference from her normal demeanor is so subtle that only those familiar with her are likely to notice.

    "The true Caliburn was unable to withstand my full might. My deepest apologies for demonstrating such upon one of your fine works."
Featherman Neo As the shot destroys the gold, and everyone surrenders and gives up, Featherman Neo smiles underneath his helmet.

And then a chain chomp tears into him, sending him skidding back into a wall hard. His hefty armor keeps him safe from being knocked out or defeated, but it's still incredibly damaging, sparks flying.

"King Koopa, you will never win her heart with gaudy gifts or kidnapping. As long as you continue on this path of violence and greed, rest assured - you will never find the true love you seek! Try becoming a better man, first!"

He then sheathes his weapons, removes Gareth's locket, and deactivates it. The hefty armor ceases to exist, but his suit and helmet are still on.

And then, he steps over to the impromptu performance, as it ends, with his ears on Bowser in case he tries another swing. "Bravo! Bravo!" He was actually resistant to the mental effects, so he was able to keep his wits together, but it was still a beautiful performance.
Muramasa Dissipating the swords and sighing, he can't help the small and tired smile on his face as Mansa Musa departs. Coming here today ... was difficult for him in many ways. The more of his own past that Hibiki forced him to confront, the more difficult dealing with anything related to Arturia Pendragon or Gilgamesh became. But, the way things worked out this time, as bittersweet as it was ..

    It was good, too.

Maybe this was, even if unintentionally, another form of Mansa Musa's legendary charity. "Hah ... still, to have called me out like that, as complicated as my feelings for the women in my life are, he really cuts straight to the narrow, huh?"

Using the Shroud of Martin to wipe the half-dried blood from his face, he approaches Rhongomyniad, and slings the holy shroud back over his shoulder. "It's just an image, in the end .. that I've held inside my heart all this time. It won't last forever. But, you're free to keep it, for as long as it does remain -- it was yours first, anyway."

While the whole ordeal had turned messy in the end, everyone seemed to be having fun now, right? Even those violent rioters became engrossed in Tamamo and Lilian's song and dance -- and, even he had to admit it was pretty good, as far as these things went. He usually wasn't much for it.

It's not so bad, once in a while. I wonder where Featherman and Hibiki got to?
Kale Hearthward "I guess it was personal," says Kale, watching the interaction from a distance. "When you get that high in status, you get people who're willing to do these elaborate things to try to teach you a lesson..."

"..."

"I'm sure it's oddly appealing in a way, but it really just feels like a whole lot of trouble. Like something out of some story, put on for benefit of an audience..."

"... I'm talking to myself too much. Oh - hey," he says, interrupting one of the workers. "Don't bother putting that up on the rack, I'll be buying it..."

He starts going kinda ham on picking out outfits, ultimately spending thrice what he was going to originally, even with the discount.

"Oh, and... there's a store credit card, right?"
Gareth After the initial shock of getting whanged on the head finally wears off, Gareth finally notices that the 'battle' is over! She lets out a relieved sigh once the crowd settles down complete with apologies, then straightens up when she hears Gilgamesh yelling over at her about...

"Really? Hm. It /has/ been a while since I've last seen my King, and..." Gareth's gaze moves slowly over to Rhongomyniad again, still shifting between the King of Knights and the Sun God as the latter finishes her performance with Lilian. "Is there just something I'm just not seeing?"

She lets out a troubled noise, but it doesn't trouble her so much that she forgets why she joined in on that brawl in the first place: HUGE SAVINGS. And with that credit card she's already applied for...

Huge debt.
Bowser "I AM A KING! I AM A WAY BETTER MAN! I AM REALLY STRONG AND I LEARNED HOW TO MAKE CREPES OKAY!"

Bowser mutters, BUT, in the moment, he isn't going to start punching the poop out of people because he doesn't want to get thrown out. So he folds his arms.

"Alright, new plan, I'm going to go track down that king, punch him until money comes out, then use it to hire a gay guy like on TV."

The Goombas hop over in their huge thigh high buckled boots with like 6 inch heels. "AND I WILL BE BUYING THESE BOOTS!"
Hibiki Tachibana     Hibiki's fist gets caught. That doesn't happen very often. Oh, crap.

    Her danger sense shoots off not entirely fast enough to stop her from getting trucked in the gut, where she winces and gags before stumbling several feet backwards before taking a knee with both injured guts and pride. It sure feels like she just got defeated right there. "Alright...taste of my own medicine..." She takes a sharp breath in to brace herself, glancing up just in time to catch Featherman Neo's ringing belt and gesture towards her. The true meaning of it doesn't hit her right away.

    But she understands it well enough. He and Gareth are doing their best, Muramasa picked himself up from a full-force piledriver, and Tamamo (and Lilian's!?) performance is impossible to miss. That's actually what her eyes are on even more than the sight of all that shining gold being annihilated.

    Which she's very, very happy to see finally work. Turning her kneel into being seated on crossed legs, she inhales sharply and lets out a heavy breath. "What a crazy day..." Mansa Musa's proclamation of 'this is not over yet' reaches her ears through the dying down chaos, and she really wishes it didn't. "Maybe...I'll have to avoid bringing her next time, too..." She mutters to nobody but herself.

    But for now, she can force herself back to a proper stand and finally flash that thumbs-up back to Featherman, who thankfully didn't get laid out by that Chain Chomp. And also Muramasa, who also avoided getting laid out. She's just in time to add on some clapping at the end of the completely ethereal dance between the pair of them, a small grin on her face.
Taelveras The gold explodes.

Frankly, Tael thinks, good riddance.

She doesn't bother to say anything at all as she tosses aside the bent, broken stanchion - it won't be any use as anything anymore, not a stanchion or a weapon. And then...

She watches the dance, for about two thirds of it. Only then does she duck out nearish the end, or at least vanishes from sight. (It's Tael. It could be either one of those.)
Gaonoir That is not the way you typically end a fight, but what works works.

People are entranced by the show, and the boost spawning gold is destroyed. Once the threat is gone, and Musa has departed instead of causing more chaos. "Ugh, they can keep that shit to themselves, I've been through enough reformation lessons." Gaonoir reverts back to his basic form. Let's out a low growl. "That took up a lot of energy." He reachs over to give Erika a light bop on the arm so she doesn't get too caught up in the performance. "Where's the food court in this place?"

Erika blinks, then ahahahas and rubs her arm. Typical Digimon, the only thing stronger than their battle prowess is their appetite. "Com'n, this isn't a mall Gao. You can get something to eat after I make use of our 'reward' for helping break this up."

Hmph. "Fine. Whatever."
Kotone Yamakawa The king of Gold has finished up the gold is gone no one else is a threat now and Kotone just kind of slumps. She's not angry jsut a bit worn out she's going to collect her pay later she will make use of but for now she needs to rest a bit. Then dry off, get some food then go shop to get herself some really nice clothing.
Lilian Rook     Indeed, though Lilian's heart had raged with the fires of mood-ruined vengeance at Black Friday plebes not minutes ago, by only a few more minutes into performing with Tamamo, all of those thoughts are gone. The pile of gold being obliterated (and Gilgamesh's seething expression) dimly registers as a satisfying job well done, but she's much too focused on finally getting to do one of her favourite things with Tamamo no Mae. With a captivated audience as well.

    She has a little smirk for Gilgamesh when he storms off. Of course everyone should know Tamamo is best girl. Look at Rhongomyniad over there, awkwardly exploding swords and talking to teenaged old men. Look at Tamamo over here! Idol of the century! And much better company! The tier list has spoken.

    And thankfully, by the time they wind back down, Lilian is back in that wonderful mood again. Less raw excitement, but with an equally valid sort of bubbly and calm positivity. Enough that she'll sign autographs, even. "Good work, all of you~" she says, with frightening sincerity. "Except the King Koopa." To be fair, Bowser was causing problems on purpose. "I hope you feel suitably rewarded~" She tugs on Tamamo's sleeve gently. "If the primary CasGil Babylonian line is that much off, we might as well get a pair, right? Ah, and a free ensemble too; I'm looking for something 'special'~"
Bowser "HEY! I stopped people!" Bowser twists around with a snarl. "No one appreciates this! I didn't even burn it down!" He snaps back around, grabbing a jacket.
Gareth "He did! He has a spiky exterior anda spiky shell, but-" Gareth comments as she passes by Bowser, snagging a puffy winter coat off a nearby rack that was probably tossed there during all the scuffling. "-he held back when it truly mattered!" She snickers lightly at that, flashing the turtle dragon a brief grin before scurrying off to get more heavily discounted stuff.
Rhongomyniad     "Very well," Rhongomyniad's response to Muramasa is back to her usual tone. She nods once, tucking the hilt into the depths of her cape where it must possess some manner of pocket. "I believe we have achieved the best result for containing the damage. Were I to use the Divine Lance, I suspect the outcome would have been far less favorable." Her eyes close in thought. After a moment, she nods once more, "Please, enjoy your evening, Saber."

    At least she's avoiding using the embarrasing nickname she tends towards on the more casual radio channels. Or has the goddess' whim changed again?

    She turns in place, casting her scintillent glance towards the two dancers opposite her. There is another nod, this one of acknowledgement. She's not sure what contest she was drawn into, but she will still acknowledge her defeat in the thing she didn't even attempt to do or, in fact, even knew she was part of.

    Her wandering gaze lingers for a time on the door Gilgamesh had stormed out through. After a moment, she decides to follow up on that later. There are familiar faces here which may not be here for long. And so some catching up is due.

    "Sir Gareth," her voice calls out as she approaches the young Knight, "Are you hale?"
Muramasa " ... yeah. See you around .. Art -- ... nn." he falters at the end, closing his eyes in reflection. It almost feels like she's ... accepted me, in some way, or come to view me in a new light. As if I were worthy of that title for real, now. But it's impossible, there's no way she can know about those days. It's just my own wishful thinking to be able to stand on equal footing with you again, Saber. Maybe .. one day I'll feel like I've made up for everything that happened.

There was no time for the smithing Servant to stew in his own thoughts, though -- he had to go get the rest of the Feathermen and head upstairs to get their helmets. He'd base their costumes off of that, he had a real busy day ahead of him, now.
Gareth In the middle of trying and make heads or tails of whatever a jersey is, Gareth hears an unfamiliar-yet-familiar voice. "My King? Ah.. Y-yes, I'm here!" She quickly folds that up and drapes it over her shoulder while straightening up, looking a bit lopsided with what has to be about ten different outfits balanced on herself. "Is there something I can do?"
Rhongomyniad     "Mm," A pensive sound often heard from the Lion King. With her hands at her sides, the fur-lined mantle closes in around her figure, obscuring everything from the mid-thigh up in fluffy white. The same sort of look she has when armored, though modernized. Scintillant green eyes look the clothing-toting Knight from head to toe, and she nods once, "Your appearance is somewhat different from what resides in my memory, but I cannot deny you are Sir Gareth. I seek nothing of you but to say it is good to see you once again." Her head tilts forward, "So long as you are hale and whole; I shall leave you to your endeavors. But we shall likely meet again."
Gareth "Is it? Ah, right, this is from before..." Gareth starts, then hesitates rather obviously while trying to mull over how to best say something without being incredibly awkward about it. "... That time. But I'm sure that won't even if we all get together again, so it'll be fine!"

Perking right back up, that troubled expression fades almost immediately as Gareth goes back to that chipper smile. "It's good to see you again, too, my King. You've really grown a lot since before, too!" She replies, actually having to tilt her head back some to maintain eye contact. "You look so much more powerful and regal now! I... I'll be working hard to help the Watch stay on a just path, so don't worry!"

"Although I'm still not sure what the King of Heroes meant about your womanly beauty. Before, you didn't have any-" She stops herself, then starts stammering in confusion. "I mean, you weren't... Your charm was more of the handsome sort!"
Rhongomyniad     "I am unconcerned," Rhongomyniad states once, a faint nod, "I know that you would not cast your lot in with the unjust." Her head cants, then, another pensive sound escaping. "As I explained; I am alive. I did not perish upon the hill at Camlann, sustained as I was by the Divine Lance. Without the Sword of Promised Victory, my body continued to develop."

    Parting her mantle, she lifts a hand to gesture to herself, "My age only ceased to advance when my very nature changed to that of a Divine Spirit. Although I still contend with ramifications from such; I am as you see me now. The Lion King, King of Knights and King of Camelot."

    Her hand lowers again, posture straightening, "Which reminds me. I have unfolded the Lance in Wales; the Holy City Camelot now resides upon the isles of Britain once more. Regardless of your allegiances, as one of my Knights of the Round Table, you are welcome there. It is neutral ground."