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C	In this world, everything ends more or less at the continent of Zemuria. Of course, there were always islands that bordered the massive super continent, but for the most part, the known world did not exist past the border of the ocean. And then, intergration. The Multiverse. As many things as this changed about the power structures and economies of the various nations of Zemuria, one thing that remained ultimately the same was the dichotomy between them all, and the movements of the actors behind all of the curtains. Crossbell State is situated perfectly in the middle of the continent, sandwiched between the superpowers of Erebonia and Calvard, a bastion of technological progress ... and at this juncture, in a difficult spot. Mayor Dieter Croix has announced independance at the height of the Garellia Fortress Incident some time back, and tensions had been steadily boiling ever since. None of that has anything at all to do with why the people here are gathered today. Not at all, certainly. The man who only goes by C, garbed in a dark battle attire, has put out the job offer to bring the Elites who are here to bear, to assist him in hunting a creature called Elon Ark, a "Cryptid", he elaborates. It is a unique form of monster that only appears under certain conditions, although he fails to mention what these are. The beast to hunt has been last spotted at a nearby shorehead located at Ursula Road and has endangered not only local wildlife and agitated the monsters, but has thrown the flow of tourism and goods through the road, as well as one of the paths to the area's most notable medical facilities, into total disarray. Along with this, C makes sure to inform that they wouldn't have long to subdue the Cryptid so that he could use his Demon Flute on it before the local fuzz, quote, makes a mess and throws his jig awry. From the top of the steps leading down to the shore, the towering thing can be seen. Its body is blue and scaled, more like a dragononoid or some other hardy lizard than anything, yet its body shape and shell are distinctly turtoise-like. Its whole form is color coded in various shades of blue, with rough cracks of red spreading through its shell and body, almost like gills; yet instead of oxygen, they were pumping bright led blood with loud, unpleasant sounding gags and chokes, as if watching a pair of lungs actively drowning. Despite this, the ill-looking thing didn't seem close at all to keeling over, its many red eyes wide and alert. A series of pale, lumpy tendrils seem to have sprouted along its back, bluish and veiny, except for its base, dyed red by the dribbling blood. And its underside, strangely, seems to have anemones extending from it en masse, not unlike a jellyfish.     VOID CALAMITY     ELON ARK "Alright, looks like we can get the jump on it, as soon as you're all ready .. basically, all you have to do is beat it to the brink of death, and I can take care of the rest."
Zephyrman	This is it.      This is his moment.      John's practically bouncing on his heels with his excitement. A broad grin hides only barely behind the long white scarf. He doesn't look much like an Elite, in his silly green-and-white jacket, his jeans, his glasses, his messy brown hair, and his thin frame. Nothing here suggests that he's anything more than a regular guy.      But he's here.      He's really here!      He's really about to do this.      The turtle is massive. It's titanic. It's so big he can hardly stand it. When he sees just how big the turtle is, John does start bouncing, with all of that little kid energy you know from every excitable little kid in the world - save that he's a nineteen-year-old. It's even dribbling blood. It's so classic, so perfect, such a beautiful moment. No moral arguments. No debates. No need to put his blade in front of someone else to protect an innocent transformed into a monster (probably?). Just a big, murderous kaiju without anything like a will.      When they're given the go-ahead, John goes ahead eagerly, bounding forward.      A vertical flute snaps up into his hand. It's black and gold, with a flare at the end that turns white.      His hand goes to his chest. He's practiced this. Oh, God, has he practiced this. He's practiced it on muggers and thugs and criminals and now it's time for it to matter for real, in front of all these superhumans, in the most appropriate venue of all.      He whips the flute sideways.      "The wind is calling me...that voice I heard once before..."      "It chants the name of my soul!"      The flute goes into his mouth. He plays. The music is airy, whistling, piercing through the turtle's cry. As it plays the wind whips up around him. A whirling cyclone spins into being. The music stops.      The wind disappears. What's left in its place is armor. Beautiful, knightly white armor, lined with glowing red that pulses like a heartbeat. A helmet like a Roman warrior, crowned in gold laurels, flared with feathers.      "The name of my soul..."      "Is Zephyrman!"      Zephyrman takes the flute in one hand and swings it downwards. In mid-swing, a beam of energy emerges from it. A beam saber.      Outwardly, Zephyrman strides forward, bold as brass, raising the blade in both hands. He swings it downwards, forcefully, and a blast of cutting air goes slicing forward for the monster.      Inside the suit, John is grinning from ear to ear, because this is just the opening act, and he's got so much more to show.
Featherman Neo	As the red caped eagle-motifed superhero arrives, he stops to stare at C's battle attire. For a long time. He mutters under his breath, "Dark Featherman...?" but says nothing directly. Instead... Once they see the horrific bleeding turtle, looking ill, he struggled. Why were they capturing this? It must be for a good cause, even so, and he was here, so he couldn't just leave. With that fancy belt on his waist... A locket appeared in his hand. He started rushing towards Elon Ark, calling out. "Come out, my friend! Featherman Engarde!" The locket is slammed into the slot on his belt. SNAPSHOT It spins open. There's a picture of an eagle-like knight man, posing with a lance. FEATHERMAN ENGARDE - SUMMON And then it closes shot, as power starts to reverberate through the air. Suddenly, in a spark of vermillion light, another Featherman stands besides Neo. Featherman Engarde wears heavy knight-like armor, an eagle-shaped knight helmet that completely conceals his face, a wrist-shield, and a large lance teeming with energy. "Engarde, let us take the first blow. We are..." He draws his pistol, but does not fire, instead readying a shot. Meanwhile, Engarde suddenly surrounds that lance with holy light... And starts charging forward. It's at this point that Featherman knows what Zephyrman is up to, and does not want to be shown up, so he loads the pistol with explosive ammunition, and begins firing explosive shots. "FEATHERMEN! FLY! HEROES OF JUSTICE, FRIENDSHIP, AND REDEMPTION!" The lance impacts the shell with the armor. The holy light pinpoints at the piercing end, and moves to try and break through the shell to do Major Damage. It's strong enough to pierce straight through, even if it's unlikely it could go too far.
Redshift Operators	"We got a job offer." "Oh, that's wonderful! What is it?" "Monster hunting. Monster-subduing objective." "I'm told that can still be done with a sword." "We aren't monster hunters." "What's the monster?" "It's called 'Elon--'" "White Dwarf!! Get out there and *take it down!!*" "Really? Why all the sudden enthusiasm?" "Go go go!"     They don't have much time. And, let's be honest: A monster can't appreciate theatricality. It's allies who can. That's why a certain woman with a long ponytail and a hard-light katana has asked her large, strong friend to stand further in towards inner Ursula Road, and with several heaving swings, launch her into the air after a few urgent changes shouted to adjust her trajectory.     A shotgun blast of potential future selves spreads over the shoreline like exotic artillery. These mental projections exist only in the honed battle instincts of the few who can align with intense predictive thought. But the ones that don't cross Elon Ark wink out of existence. The few that do multiply, until one rests over the body of the beast. A cluster of cracks, a thicker tendril, or perhaps even somewhere near the neck... whatever seems likeliest, in the precognitive woman's future-sight, to do the most damage.     "LAUNCH!!" Shouts the ninja, and the giant sends her in a massive, high arc... She trails the path of that prediction as best she can. She draws her hard-light blade, and descends katana-first.
Karlan Nobles	Today's opponent is... A turtle! A giant monster turtle with freaky tentacles sprouting out its back that sounds like it's dying. Somehow, C wants this thing captured alive. Pramanix and SilverAsh exchange pensive looks with each other briefly before staring at the lumpy thing again while they keep their hands on their respective weapons (a bell and a sword). Pramanix: "It's a turtle, right? So I should be to slow it down considerably with ice so you can get in there and give it a beating." SilverAsh: "This is not a creature of our world, Pramanix. With something like this, I believe it would be more prudent to observe it first, and then..." Pramanix: "Then go around it! They're already starting." With multiple color-coded fighters already entering the fray, the siblings inhale slowly before letting out exasperated sighs in unison, then joining the fray as well. Pramanix rings her bell rhythmically as she runs along one side of the Elon Ark, calling down an enchanted snowfall onto it to chip away at its defenses. SilverAsh, meanwhile, just keeps running around it while slicing at its tentacles and extended limbs, trying to draw its attention in the opposite direction for optimal confusion tactics.
Tohru Adachi	Creature hunting, just like that one time with that girl and her Pokemon creatures or whatever the hell she called them. Honestly, it was pretty interesting last time, so he might as well help C with this.      Dressing for the occasion, Adachi comes equipped with a yellow raincoat lazily thrown over his suit... And that's it. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to bring for this, and he was too lazy to do any research, so this would have to do. If anyone wants to complain, they can. The buzzing noise will keep him awake, at least.      Everyone makes their introduction, or probably say something witty when confronted with the giant turtle. Adachi would too, if he could think of anything clever. Sadly, he can't.      "He's a big guy, huh? Probably should have looked a bit more into this then I did, thought it was gonna be a little fella. Well, whatever. Already bored, let's get it over with."        He just shrugs, cusping his face with a hand as he winces a bit. A red warrior materializes behind him, naginata in hand as it starts shaking in anger.      Leaning its upper body back, it lets out an unholy roar. It's not just a noise it makes though, as the rancid energy coming from it aims to lower the massive turtle's defenses.      It's Persona magic, ain't gotta explain shit.
Hibiki Tachibana	This is not the first time Tachibana Hibiki has worked with C. Though the last time - that she knows of - was a parking lot brawl in a bad part of town. With the yakuza involved. This is a whole lot different than that.     But not out of her ballpark at all. She doesn't know a single thing about the political situation of Crossbell, nor have any idea of what the 'conditions' that their benefactor today didn't elaborate on. What she does know is that there's a monster disrupting everything nearby, from the economy to the people. It seems like things will get complicated if they don't handle it themselves.     Though she's not sure how a flute is going to subdue something this big, or if it can even really be controlled. But just because the monsters she knows of can't doesn't mean the same things go here. So--     "Balwisyall nescell Gungnir tron..."     The string of transformations going on is added to when Hibiki leaps from the top of the stairwell at full speed. The crimson pendant around her neck explodes into a golden sphere of light that surrounds her body, breaking away moments later as the shining silhouette of her Symphogear armor springs into existence around her body.     "Then let's see how tough this thing's scales are! Hyaah--!" Her skirt thrusters flare right when she starts losing altitude, suddenly propeling her up in a high arc before a second blast shoots her straight downwards in a high-speed kick.     Aimed right at the top of the thing's head, between the many eyes dotting it. She'll give it something to look at. Being right in its face just might draw more attention to her than the others.
Candy	Candy isn't here out of love for the tourism industry, but cute little animals getting scared off is sad--and people going without medical supplies is sadder still. If C's Demon Flute can bag this thing nicely, then sure--he can stop by and lend a hand.      His appearance on the shore is heralded by the great grandfather of motorcycle engines. The unusual rectangular kickstand is pulled out and under the rear wheel, riding goggles pulled down as he shades his eyes to get a good look at the size of things. If there's only so much time to bag...      Then there's no time like the present to start swinging. A spread of five razor-sharp playing cards sail through the air--no dramatic opening here. That is, not until a split second later, when the cards explode with far more force than such small objects would seem capable of.      He's standing midrange from it--or, rather, what he estimates to be its midrange. He's never fought something so large!
Rita Ma	Rita Ma is a very ordinary girl. She's wearing ordinary clothes, has her ordinary hair tied back with an ordinary bow, and looks just as nervous about fighting a giant turtle as an ordinary person should.      She looks that way because she is wrapped in a skin-tight layer of otherworldly tentacles that are camouflaged to look exactly like her old, unmutated body.      So if she comes off as distinctly uncomfortable in her own skin, it's because she is, but even that could be accepted as something very ordinary.      Standing at the top of the steps with the wind dramatically stirring her hair, Rita gets to see everyone else making their dramatic entrances- she clutches her hands over her chest, genuinely awestruck by the Elites' collective stylish moves. "Hi!! You guys are doing amazing!" When her awe subsides, though, she's left looking down at the enormous beast with a thoughtful and pensive expression.      "Beat it to the brink of death", he said. I don't know if I'm any good at that. What am I feeling when I look at this thing? It's like everything between my ribs and my waist is a churning knot. My tentacles ache. I want to... I want to-      But I can't! Not with everyone watching. And not with Mr. C wanting it alive. Auuuh, this is too awful!      Rather than taking the monster head-on, she carefully circles around it at a comfortable distance, until she's hidden from as many of the other combatants as possible.      Every monster has at least one good trick. What can those tentacles do? One of her own tentacles unfurls from around her arm, briefly baring a flash of her true form- skin shot through with azure 'cracks', fingertips tapered to sharp points- and slices through the air, carefully hidden from observers by camouflaging itself against the background.      Even an attentive observer could only hear a soft whistle in the air, followed by a narrow slash inflicted as if by an invisible sword against one of the Elon Ark's thick shell-tentacles. Rita's monstrous arm is only revealed for an instant as the tentacle curls back around it, the disguise falling back into place. She hasn't moved at all herself.      But she does lick her fingers, greedily slurping off any blood drawn by her tentacle's swipe. What secrets does this monster's essence hold?
C	C tilts his helmet to the side, the red gleam staring intensely at Featherman, " . . . ." although, in the end, they trade no further words on that front. Instead, he waits, looming in the background of the battle as it progresses. After all, he couldn't afford to miss his chance. The battle comes to an excellent start as the ice cold twins launch a packed two-fold assault, Silverash manages to find cuts in the softer parts of Elon Ark's thickly armored body, and in his rush down, he finds that it is built as sturdy as a condensed fortress; if not for all the breaks in its body bleeding openly, it very may well have been nearly invulnerable to attack. It is during this time that Rita, cautious and sly, is able to sneak her own scheme into play. Pramanix's enchanted ice seems effective, at least at first, in slowing its response time, which allows the others to get a hit in as its form is sealed in a layer of frost. Hibiki's Symphogear powered blow blows apart several of its eyes on impact, covering her knuckles in a bloody paste as its head is jostled downwards. At the same time this happens, Featherman goes on the attack and manages to slide his armament's tip into one of the bleeding red lines in its shell. It passes in about a quarter of the way, when -- Elon Ark releases a sound, opening its mouth. Everything became heavy and distorted, as if everything; the sky, the ground beneath their feet, the air they were breathing, it was all getting twisted up in a spiral. Like water circling a drain. Rotating like a gyro at high speed, Elon Ark spins and slams into several of them at maximum force with the intent of hurling them away from itself. Visibly, not only was Elon Ark uninjured, but it was as if it had never been attacked in the first place. Even the signs of Pramanix's magic had vanished from its body, as it viciously casts its massive flippers against Rita like battering rams to drive her into the sand, the tendrils on its underside flaring to spray its stinging toxins out at Adachi and Candy in a venemous blast. "So this is what she meant. The so-called 'Void Calamity' ... when it throws a tantrum, time and space begin to break down around it." C mutters to himself, reaching into his cloak. Thrashing its body against Candy to bear its weight down on him, it extends its long neck to snap and attempt a bisecting bite at Silver Ash and Pramanix in quick succession, two quick jabs and snaps of its jaws that leave a plunking sound in the air from the pressure generated by the motion. Sliding back across the sand, Elon Ark finds itself precariously pinned a second time, by a timely blade strike from Zephyrman that absolutely stuns it as it tears a gash down its front and causes it to retract its limbs inside of its shell. It is in this defensive state that the ninja takes advantage of to skewer it deeply in this moment of opportunity afforded to her by her future-sight, knowing when Zephyrman would tear open a weakpoint for her. And then it moves, shifting its shell, its tentacles shimmering with fog and an ambiguous, unknowable power. The nauseating feeling of 'twisting' intensifies, before ...     Gravity. Light. Time. Matter. It was a white spray of a dense 'something' that attempts to obliterate the ninja and Zephyrman equally, release with Elon Ark's vocal, gurgling scream of pain in multiple falceto. It bores into the cliff across the shore and drives a deep hole into it, twisting the rock formation into an un-natural, bent up shape in its path.
Featherman Neo	Featherman Neo and Featherman Engarde are bodyslammed backwards by the temporally regenerating massive murder turtle. There's another superhero trying to show them up, and the attack forces them back. Featherman grumbles under his mask, but... "Alright. He's too powerful like this. We need to go big. Engarde, it's finisher time!" The helmed knight nods once, as Featherman presses a button on his belt. A second locket slot opens up. "Hibiki! I shall borrow the power of our bond. Let's ride this Chariot together!" The locket is placed in the belt. SNAPSHOT The portrait slides open, showing a picture of Featherman Neo and Hibiki fighting to corral a crowd, together. HIBIKI TACHIBANA - PISTON ARMS Featherman Neo stretches his arms out at the callout, allowing a pair of massive rocket-powered fists to armor over his. They're like pistons, pumping back and forth with everyone practice swing. "Piston Arms...thank you for the power, Hibiki! Now..." He starts charging, leaping onto Engarde. Engarde grabs him and throws him upwards, before pulling back with his lance. Featherman Neo is tossed straight at the head... While Featherman Engarde goes to do his lancing charge straight for the fist. The rocket-powered punch impacts with a scream. "PISTON PUNCH!" It's explosive, providing sheer power. Engarde's lance rockets forward, doing that holy pierce once more, but with more power. It's moving to let off a massive laserbeam inside the wound it creates! With how the Elon Ark works, it shouldn't kill it. But it should absolutely do Big Damage, as Featherman Neo moves to land in a crouch should he not get eaten.
Zephyrman	Oh.      Oh.      Oh my God.      This is so cool.      Rita is adorable, in a weird little sister way. Candy's playing card trick is awesome. Hibiki is fierce and cute. Adachi is...well, that's weird, but who cares, it's unique, and even if it's kinda villainous, it's the cool kinda villainous, right? Pramanix and SilverAsh are a perfect duo working in total unison. The ninja pulls off a cool teamwork attack with her giant friend.      Also, Featherman's here.      Kind of annoyed at that, but hey. Not like he has any right to complain about that sort of thing. All he has to do is better, right?      And then the turtle counterattacks, and everything goes sideways, and the turtle straight up points a spray of 'something' at him and tries to wipe him off the map. As it's coming it's almost slow-motion - John's eyes widen behind his mask. Okay. This is the part where he shows off his cool tricks. This is the part where he moves like the wind.      On his shoulders, a pair of thrusters fire up. Wind pours out of them like jet engines. He prepares to dodge sideways -      -and then one of them shuts off, and he spins into the attack. It's only by the grace of God that he isn't splattered across the pavement; as it is he takes copious Toku Spark damage across his face and chest, an explosion of sparking lights as he hits the ground and the wind dies.      Good! Well, that's fine, right? John pulls himself to his feet and licks some blood off his lip. A heroic debut's no good if you don't get hit to show how cool the villain is, duh. If he just effortlessly crushed the thing then he wouldn't be a hero, he'd be a villain. Only villains are allowed to one-shot giant monsters.      But...now that he's taken damage, and a lot of it, it's totally okay!      The sword shuts off. His flute goes to his helmet. Again, there's music, but it's a totally different song - something grand and glorious, something designed to grab attention and hold it.      In the distance there's a crack of lightning. Stormclouds gather. They start moving towards the battlefield. The first hints of rain fall. The flute music keeps singing. The wind whips up, stronger than before. Zephyrman's scarf behind him.      And then, it emerges from the oncoming storm.      Something tears out of the storm, trailing dark clouds and lightning in its wake. It's a huge, blocky sort of jet, the old-school sort of jet from an old-school TV show that looks more like a flying block with wings than a jet. The flute shifts tune as Zephyrman runs sideways, avoiding another tentacle swing. His fingers fly.      The jet stops overhead.      It splits in half down the middle. Jet engines fold outward into legs. Wings click upwards onto the back. Arms emerge from the sides.      It lands with a thunderous crash behind the Elon Ark. A head - sleek, white, and helmed - pops out with a click.      Zephyrman's suit bursts to life. The jet engines on his back send him flying over the turtle. He lands on the shoulder of the giant robot.      "The lord of the skies who brings justice from on high...behold, and know his name!"      "HURRIKAISER!"      The massive robot goes to grab the turtle by the mouth from behind. It moves to claw the mouth open and hold it there with its huge, bulky arms, long enough for others to get inside and start doing some *real* damage.
Karlan Nobles	When it looks like the Elon Ark is initially slowing down from the concerted efforts of the Elites, Pramanix lets out a confident laugh as see keeps circling around the giant. "See, SilverAsh? There was nothing to worry about!" And then it howls or something, turning the air around them into a draining field of suck while shrugging off the effects of Pramanix's ice magic. "Void Calamity...? Ah, what a fitting name for such a fearsome technique. I wonder if it could be learned for our own uses." SilverAsh chimes in, still sounding calm as ever even as the giant turtle beast bites at him and Pramanix. "We can try and learn it /after/ we're not in danger of getting eaten!" Pramanix snaps back at him, the pair both managing to escape from its bites with careful (or clumsy) leaps to avoid getting eaten outright. SilverAsh suffers only a mild scraping along his side, but Pramanix gets a relatively nastier gash along her arm that forces her to switch hands with that ritual bell. "What a pain... Nn. Keep it up, everyone! We still need to bring it down quickly!" Pramanix shouts as that snowfall turns into a more focused and violent hail, some of it even springing from directly behind Pramanix as she circles around towards the Elon Ark's face. With White Dwarf calling out its DANGER ZONE, she starts aiming that ice at its mouth, aiming to clog the shit out of it. SilverAsh, noticing that as well, joins his sister in the front, darting around and aiming careful thrusts and slashes at its neck. His blade shimmers briefly with each blisteringly-quick slash, each swing reverberating loudly from the force and speed of each movement for extra oomph that lingers even after his sword is already back in its sheath.
Redshift Operators	The woman with the katana flips away dramatically, flicking her blade to clean it stylishly. But when she lands, things get a lot worse. The SCREAM that attempts to obliterate her interact *badly* with the predictive abilities. Whatever it is that she uses for that, it intersects enough with spacetime that the blast of obliterating Something cuts down swarms of evading possible futures and is hard to correctly predict, and the damage feeds back directly into the ninja herself. White Dwarf manages to choose a future where she avoids much of the damage, certainly, but the chronological blowback is significant.     Still, somehow she winds up free of the hole bored in the cliffs. Her high-speed dash is a full and proper ninja run, body near-vertical and arms pulled tight behind her. The chronological violence is dangerous. She has to move quickly. It was the *sound* that did that... she has to focus on the vocal cords! She's a healer, but... She surges in, moving as fast as she can for the opening of that punch! What's a future where she can get good access to that throat? What of her swarms of attacking possibilities -- leaping strikes, sliding sneaks, flanking dashes, mad charges -- brings her deep, close, with her blade? She has to move for any opportunity, perhaps the one Featherman Neo and Zephyrman are creating, to LEAP into all the noise-making power it has, blade-first, slicing to craft the best opening she can!     And once she's elbow deep in it... CA-CHUNK! Her *prosthetic arm* splits wide, unfurling into a dozen articulated surgical tools! Not just the blade, no, she's going to try to hurt this creature's vocal cords, tongue, and other sound-producing organs as much as possible with the power of *dedicated surgical skill*.
Hibiki Tachibana	Hey, that's a sound she recognizes. In the chaos of the fight starting, Hibiki recognizes Rita's voice behind the group. Unfortunately, she's not going to get much of a chance to call back to her.     Because things get really, really messy. They all struck cleanly. Her blow even did a lot more damage than she thought it would. But it becomes obvious why C had claimed they'd have to beat it close to death, despite his intention to subdue it.     Her eyes go wide and she's caught up in the abyss of Elon Ark's space-rending scream. Her teeth grit and a pained wince comes over her, and she's only barely able to cross her arms in front of herself and tuck her legs in when the absurd mass of the towering creature slams into her and sends her spiraling back through the air. A couple flips has her landing roughly on the beach, panting and following its movements.     What th--did it heal or something...? And this feeling...!" Hibiki resists the urge to double over from that horrid feeling in her stomach. But--Featherman Neo is unleashing the power of their bond, just like back with Gareth. And it strikes a chord with her, for a reason she can't fully explain. A bit different, from when someone like X copied her.     But through it, she pushes back that sickening feeling. Her feet brace, and she launches off the sand at high enough speeds to leave a cloud behind her.     "Hraaaaaah!--!" The piston within her right-hand gauntlet slides back, and she comes to a skidding stop below Elon Ark, within its shadow. Her momentum becomes a twist of her entire body, throwing her weight into a punch aimed for its unshelled underside, where she imagines its lungs might be.     And she pummels her fist as deep into its scales as she can before the mechanism hammers back in, releasing a roiling, resonating shockwave of raw force directly inside of it.
Candy	When Elon Ark slams into Candy, he simply Isn't There, after a split second. There's a ripple in that oppressive gravitational pressure at about the same time he moves. Moving isn't enough--because this thing is as fast as it is big, and already, there's a poisonous spray heading his and Adachi's way.      Time stops. Candy looks up at the approaching spray, shaking his head like a plumber that's just found bad news under someone's sink. Hands stuffed into his pockets, he casts a glances towards Adachi, also in the path of the spray. His imitation of Persephone's healing factor undoes the bruising and the broken rib. As he looks between the frozen spray of flung toxins, and Adachi, Candy strokes his chin.      Time resumes. -The sound (but not the sight?) of boots on sand. -Adachi's coat feels heavier. There's something inside it. A dark brown bottle of a medicine called 'REGENERAL.' It looks like it was taken from a mobile hospital circa WWI. -Adachi's coat lapels are straightened and his tie un-askewed. -Several metal sounds, in quick succession. Shink!      Several Candies appear--but only one can be real. Though several bolt action rifles crack, and two Great War era heavy machine guns set up a crossfire, only one of the firing squad will actually do anything to Elon Ark. It's his way of evening out the disparity in speed between them.
Rita Ma	This blood... the power to bend space and time with gravity. It isn't as tasty as a human's, but it's only made me hungrier. I can feel my organs shifting inside of me- is that to adapt to its essence, or just because I'm starving?      Rita doubles over for just a moment, hands resting on her knees. Unfortunately, that's the moment the turtle lashes out at her with its enormous flippers- she'd badly underestimated its speed! She lunges backwards, but the sand doesn't offer enough traction. It clips her with the edge, and...      An ordinary girl would be maimed or killed by an impact like that. Rita is not an ordinary girl. She rolls backwards across the sand, kips up with instantaneous predatory grace, and then remembers to stumble just a little to sell it.      That's one trick known. Are you going to surprise me again? Or are you solved already?      Rita books it across the shoreline, her feet kicking up plumes of sand behind her- her pace is just barely plausibly human. She casts a longing sideways glance at the water, but no- I can't show my hand like that. Not in front of everybody.      Despite her speed, she does spare a moment (and a breath) to wave at Hibiki on her approach! "Hey, I know your voice! You're Miss Tachibana, aren't you? You're doing amazing!"      On reaching the Elon Ark again, she leaps up onto its back, scrabbling between the shell-tentacles. Her hands hook inside the edges of the shell where it's cracked, prying it slightly apart. Again, part of her disguise unravels- this time, a keen observer might notice a moment where one of her eyes looks brilliant blue and her teeth look sharp and vicious- and one of her cloaked tentacles stabs down through the crack in the shell and into the the turtle's flesh.      This time, she isn't content just to draw blood. A gush of glowing cerulean venom pumps through Rita's hollow tentacle and into the turtle's body, using the appendage like a syringe. The corrosive venom threatens to burn flesh, and the cellular damage it inflicts is abnormally difficult to repair.      Because if fixing yourself is your only trick, you're dead in the water.
Tohru Adachi	"Haha, I'm in danger."      Adachi lets out a chuckle as the turtle lets out a venomous barbed blast at him. Seemingly in response to his life threatening, Magatsu Izanagi jumps in front of the ex-detective, shoving him aside defensively as it thrusts its spear forward.      One thrust becomes several dozen, and the persona easily diffuses the blob of liquid into something more manageable. Sadly, not being quite on the level of an anime swordsman, a good amount of it lands on the crimson berserker, burning it and causing Adachi pain via psychic feedback.      Pain he is not willing to show, partly because Candy hooked him up unknowingly with the sauce, and also because showing pain causes people to feel bad for him, and miss him with that crap.      "HEY! HEY HEY HEY! You can't just be undoing all our hard work now, that's cheating! Only I'm allowed to do that!"      Annoyed by the space time bullshit that is currently going on, Adachi has a plan. A very good plan. Just hit harder. In response to this very good plan, Magatsu Izanagi throws its weapon into the dirt below, an single arm outstretched as energy begins gathering around the non aquatic turtle.      "Don't stand too close, ya here? Only gonna give you this warning once. Now behold, Megidolaon~"      The persona clenches its clawed fingers tightly, the energy building up around the Elon Ark exploding violently in a flash of white. A loud but low reverb sound can be both heard and felt from the truly mighty attack.      A truly mighty, and probably overhyped attack.
C	"Ugh ... no wonder, if I tried to fight this thing with just Vulcan and Scarlett, it would have slaughtered me." C murmurs to himself, picking himself up from the ground where he'd been forced to. Elon Ark was a fearsome monster indeed, given how much trouble it was providing for everyone present. Speaking of which .. Featherman's attack is a dead center shot that should have brought it to its last breaths, but like before, the blood and the viscera left behind is just that, as Elon Ark rears up and attempts to douse him in the same devastating toxins from its anemone that it had fired at Adachi, only, the range at which Featherman and his doppleganger were to it were much closer, and allowed for direct application. The giant mecha that comes upon it in an instant later, just as it seemed ready to try and really tear into Featherman with its body, seems as if it to should have done the job -- It certainly did. The way its scales were rent, its body was broken, and its organs were ruptured by the onslaught of Zephyrman's ultimate final trump card was definitive. It had died, which would have been to C's chargrin. Yet -- moments later, it had re-appeared, no worse for wear. Some, whose perceptions or abilities were tied to time and space could intuit at this point what was happening. Its scream from before, it had distorted time into a feedback loop. Sporadically, it was being continually returned to the state ti was in at the beginning of the fate. But something like that, it couldn't last forever. The world was alive, just like anything else. And when it received an injury, such as it had when it had heard Elon Ark's voice, it would work to repair itself. In other words, the 'distortion' created by that scream was what was bringing it back, over and over again, and once the distortion disappeared, it would need to release its voice again to ensure its survival. This is why the ninja, Pramanix, and Silver ash assault it so severely, doing their best to try and stop it from being able to, even as it thrashes, attempting to catch Silver Ash out with one of its flippers and slam into his ribs, attempting to crush the ninja with its body after throwing her off with its thrashing, and firing beams of white light at Pramanix with its tentacles. It was hard fought, brutal, and difficult, but they were preventing it from using its voice to attack them again. By the time it realizes something is wrong, Rita has already pried one of the plates off of its shell, and in seeming tandem, Hibiki crashes into it. Elon Ark seems stunned, several of its organs turning to paste and spraying out of its crevices. Adachi's magical attack hits it in this time of sorely needed reprieve and leaves it collapsing under its own weight, full of Rita's toxins and its body too damaged to properly fight back. Yet, it still seemed like it was more than willing to do so.     A lonely melody fills the air. It's a flute, but not Zephyrman's. C is playing the Demon Flute, now that his chance had arrived --
C	" --?!" The melody is interrupted, as he dashes like a flying black shadow to avoid the capture net fired at him, signalled by a gunshot. A group of colorful strangers sprint into the scene, their weapons drawn on the group. "Hold it!" the one in front shouts, wielding two hi-tech tonfas and clad in some kind of white uniform, with a yellow turtleneck. Flanking him is a tall, redheaded man in an orange jacket and some kind of polearm, a brunette woman with short hair and a green beret who seems equipped with a variety of orbal armaments, including the rifle which had fired the capture net at C, a small girl with blue hair and a staff with a large jewel embelishing its top, a one-eyed wolf, and a woman in a pink uniform holding an ornamental orbal revolver at the ready. "Yep, that's it alright -- 'Void Calamity Elon Ark' -- sheesh, what a mouthful," the redheaded man playfully espouses with a wink, while his allies stare down the Watch plus Featherman. "At first, I wondered if you guys might've been bracers who were passing through here ... but, I can see that's not possible now. I don't know what you want with that thing, but you're coming with us! Crossbell State, Special Support Section -- my name is Lloyd Bannings, and you're under arrest!" "Come quietly, and stop resisting!" The beret clad woman addends, immediately whipping out a smaller submachinegun to begin spraying with. "Ah, wait, Noel; we're supposed to let them respond first..?" the redheaded man says, before sighing. "Uhm. I'd have preferred that also, Randy, but there's no use helping it now ... and, at least, the proof is in the pudding. These guys have to be terrorists." the white haired woman affirms. A new kind of chaos sets in, as the newly identified Special Support Section charge unfettered into the Watch's ranks. In the meantime, that melody resumes in the air.
Featherman Neo	Once the monster's down, Featherman Neo poses, and Engarde poses with him. But then, the feds show up. As they do, approaching for an assault, Featherman Neo is quickly speaking into his communicator. As the tonfas rapidly slap him down, he's staying strong, as he moves in for a headbutt. It misses, his head passing by Lloyd's ear. And then, his fist goes for Lloyd's gut, before Lloyd's inevitable followup. It's a rough strike, but for a moment, it looks like Featherman Neo's guard is open! What will happen next!?
Karlan Nobles	Pramanix: "I wonder if we could fit in those costumes." SilverAsh: "Unlikely, I'm afraid. Between our ears, our tails, my height, and your... Mm." Pramanix: "My...?" SilverAsh: "... It wouldn't work as a disguise." Pramanix: "My what?!" Although the siblings bicker briefly during the fight, their focus is still firmly on this contest of wills with the Elon Ark. They shift and weave around their allies' attacks so as to not get in the way, bullets from the multiple-Candy firing squad whizzing by their heads (or the sounds, anyway) while bumping into each other on purpose to get some extra momentum to stay out of the way of the magnificent fisting action of Featherman, and Hibiki, White Dwarf. Does that last one even count as a fist-maneuver? With Rita scrambling onto its back, though, Pramanix actually pauses briefly to watch in wide-eyed glee while the HurriKaiser increases the overall the scale of what she was expecting from this sort of fight. "Oh! Yes, keep at it! With... Whatever you're doing!" Clearly, she's never seen a giant robot before. Adachi's warning, meanwhile, finally has the pair backing off to not get caught up in that big white blast. SilverAsh in particularly eyes the Persona curiously, almost as if he's getting... IDEAS. Those ideas don't have much time to simmer, though, as the Elon Ark thrashes about to try and clip the pair before it can go down. SilverAsh blocks the bulk of that strike with his sword, and Pramanix conjures up ice walls that withstand the worst of those blasts. They remain on the defensive even as new arrivals join the fray, Pramanix being more vocally annoyed by their opening volleys when those bullets start flying. "We're no terrorists! Usually! I am Pram-mrphgh-" She's cut off by SilverAsh clasping a hand over her mouth, his other hand pointing the sword towards the people from Crossbell State. "If you believe us to be terrorists, then do not be startled if we play the part even for now." SilverAsh interrupts, darting through the gunfire and just facetanking it with pained grimaces as he moves in to try and slice apart Noel's submachine gun. His control of the weapon is fine enough, however, that he's able to pull it back just enough to avoid actually striking her directly. Pramanix, meanwhile, looks completely bewildered while she cowers behind her ice wall as chunks of it get blasted out from in front of her and spray her with shrapnel. "Really...? Uh. O... Okay, then! You won't take us without a fight!" Her bell-ringing continues with yet more gusto, clouds forming overhead as the hail turns into an outright blizzard, bringing down heavy winds and blinding snowfall onto the Special Support Section's ranks.
Hibiki Tachibana	"Yeah, that's me...! I should be the one saying that to you!" Hibiki finds time to shout back towards Rita amid the chaos. Honestly, she hasn't been able to keep a decent eye on her to see what she could do--which isn't strange, but wow, by the time she's getting underneath the thing, the other girl is already nearly all the way up its back.     Not only her, but Zephyrman summoned up an actual jet-turned-giant robot. Not only that, but it's /magical/. The nature of what Hibiki herself is using doesn't seem to do a single thing to diminish what a cool sight that is. Not a single masked superhero she's seen before even has anything like that, as far as she's seen.     But really, is there any relationship between him and Featherman Neo...?"     Bounding backwards, it seems like Elon Ark has finally become too damaged to fight back effectively. Its more injured than she thought it'd have to be, but given that ability to...heal itself? Turn back time? (She has no goddamn idea.) It's probably not as in bad a shape as it looks. Now, if C can use that flute...     Oh, crap. Hibiki whirls towards the sudden arrivals as they come in, returning the staredown for a brief moment. She glances between all of them. "Wait, you guys are the--" Police? That isn't what she would've expected at all. But then again, given the kind of government /she/ works with, maybe she shouldn't be surprised.     "Waitwaitwait, you can't say 'stop resisting' before you've even given us a chance to talk!" At least some of them have the same idea. There's a moment where she thinks it might be possible to talk despite the bullets flying.     That's a very vain hope. Things get even messier than before, and Hibiki has no choice but to get it together and brace herself as Randy comes her way. Her arms come up, and her Symphogear's gauntlets are used to ward off strike after strike from his Cross-Cutter, forcing her back a few steps with each impact. "Look, I don't want to fight you, but--"     They're never going to get the chance to talk otherwise. With a sharp breath, the Gungnir girl wards off another strike--and but instead of losing ground, she steps in. A strike comes in towards the redhaired man's stomach in the form of a heavy jab.     It instantly stops, a very short distance away from touching. Just for a moment.     And then her muscles tense at the same time her wrist suddenly twists, to drive her fist into his stomach with far more force than it has any right to. Not enough to actually cause serious lasting damage, but plenty enough to completely blow the wind out of him and send him flying off his feet.
Candy	Well--it looks like they might have this thing under control after all. That's good, hecause its speed, its ability to manipulate time and the sheer size of it weren't exactly encouraging. When C begins playing, the illusory Candies all disappear, leaving the real one to breathe a sigh of relief, resting his rifle on his shoulder...      Then there's that net gun. Now what? They're terrorists?      "Yes, yes, I have been called that before. One of those special words you save for people who make rich, fat piggies too nervous, ah?" Candy grins. "I don't go nowhere with uniforms, my friend." With the hand not holding the rifle, he extends a serene middle finger to the Special Support Section. "Fuck your state, fuck your arrest, and fuck you, uni--" Elie's revolver finds its mark, because Candy is too busy shitting on the Special Support Section to draw a bead on them with that rifle. Time stops. *Just like a fucking uniform, ah? Shoot first and ask questions never. Well, ho ho! Two can play at that game, you sons of bitches, you.* Chaos is frozen all around him. But with a little bit of tweaking, it can be chaos that serves his interests. After sitting down and letting his regeneration factor handle the wound in his shoulder, Candy brushes sand over the spot where his blood spilled. Then, he gets up. Elie and Noel's aim is 'adjusted.' The first few shots are still heading for Pramanix, SilverAsh and his own, original position. Then there's Lloyd and Randy. Candy's rifle butt crashes into Lloyd's jaw and Randy's stomach. He ducks under orbal projectiles frozen in midair, winds his way around Adachi's persona, pauses a moment to look over his shoulder at the Feathermen locked in combat with Lloyd, and then rambles on, finding himself before Tio and Zeit. Candy winds up with his right foot and kicks the sand, then wanders back over to Elie. The rifle disappears, and is replaced with an obsidian-toothed macahuitl. Time resumes -"-form." -Again, the sound of footsteps in the sand, but not the sight... -Elie and Noel feel a sudden shove against their aiming arms, pointing their aim towards one another. -Randy and Lloyd feel an iminent sense of danger--failure to react in time means an invisible force approximately the size of a rifle butt crashes into them! -Sprays of sand kick up, aimed at Tio and Zeit's faces. -Candy appears with a macahuitl, in swinging range of Elie!      "The fuck is the matter with you, ah?" He makes a two-handed overhead swing. Even if the teeth of the weapon miss her, it conjures an arc of broiling flame in the wake of its swing!
Zephyrman	Yesssss.      Everything goes super well. HurriKaiser's grand debut might be a little early, but it's still so enthralling to see work that John actually stops playing his flute for a second to watch the cavalcade of heroic actions tear through the turtle's throat. He just kind of has to. He wishes desperately he had a camera. Maybe he'll have to add one to the Zephyrman suit later, so he can record these and watch them over and over. Maybe he can even dub over them and give the rest of the Watch copies, or something. That would be awesome.      The Demon Flute starts playing. HurriKaiser just holds the turtle down, pinning the monster under its massive bulk. Zephyrman lowers his own flute and hops down. A blast of air from his back-jets helps him land off to the side, and he hangs the Gale Whistler on his hip, ready to untransform.      And then...      The police.      John weighs his options. On the one hand, he's a hero. He doesn't like being called a terrorist, you know? He's someone who wants children to look up to him, and kids don't look up to bad guys like that. But on the other hand...      On the other hand, he said he was gonna help Crow. He *said* he would. He *said* it. And that means...that means Zephyrman follows through.      Ahhh, so it's like that. It's one of those arcs! One of those arcs where the hero is misunderstood by the police, and he has to act outside the law to save people.      Yeah. Sure. That makes sense.      So when the SSS's Lloyd Bannings comes at him, Zephyrman snaps the Gale Whistler into his hand, and the beam ignites just in time to block one of the blows. The second gets Zephyrman right in the chest. He goes sliding backwards, past Featherman, standing only because of the jets grinding against the air.      "You've introduced yourself, so I must, too."      Zephyrman turns the glowing blade at Lloyd. "The wind is howling. It's howling for justice from the lips of the innocent. It howls for a savior to bring peace to the world. It calls the name of my soul!"      "The name of my soul is...ZEPHYRMAN!"      Once he's introduced himself - and probably opened himsef up to another strike, if Lloyd's that kind of dick - Zephyrman goes charging in, again past Featherman Neo, to join Hibiki.      When she swings for the fences, his rockets boost, sending him *past* Lloyd. He brings his blade around with a shout for a high-speed clothesline, using Hibiki's own force with his!      "ZEPHYR HOOOOOK!"      He's probably making it up as he goes along, honestly.
Redshift Operators	That body-slam manages to crush a dozen different evasion directions for possible futures, but the ninja herself manages to evade it elegantly in several backflips, before coming to a skidding halt. She overdramatically sheaths her blade as the music begins, and takes a deep breath through her respirator. "Now, be at peace, you screaming beast." She says, slinging the blade over her back... But no. This isn't done. The sheathed blade is right back in her hand, ready, when new arrivals come to start their assault. She remains silent, critical, as the confrontation goes from presuming to violent.     With a flicker in the third eye of her goggles, she feels the future. A riot-hose-style attack is about to take her off her feet! She draws her blade dramatically, and holds it in place to cut the jet-stream in half! So, of course, two split halves of a riot-hose-style jetstream instantly knock her off her feet, sending her tumbling, barely holding on to her blade.     She arrests her own momentum by planting the blade in the ground. She has no cover and no way to block it. So she has to kneel there and endure... At least for now. It bruises and batters her, and she clenches her teeth beneath the respirator. From her body sprouts a tree of predictions, a dozen ninjas dashing and leaping in a dozen directions. Before her bones crack and her robotic arm gives out, she'll find a way through. More and more diverge from her, as she slowly turns her back into the stream. Yes. YES. FINALLY!! A *waterfall to meditate under*, as befits a ninja of great power. Now finally recontextualizing her thorough beating, her predictions enhance.     Come on. Come on. Where's a moment...     Candy's just about to spray sand in Tio's face. In that moment, the aim will be less precise. And she can turn, dash, and close the distance with a massive slice meant to carve through the whole body at once -- but, if one wanted enough time to dodge, perhaps just slice through crucial components of that orbal staff, so the ninja can stop being obliterated by ranged assault. She's practiced the movement in her mind a dozen times by the time that Candy finally uses that misdirection.
Tohru Adachi	With the Elon Tusk or whatever the hell it's called seemingly taken care of, Adachi begins walking away. Maybe if he's lucky, they have TVs here so he can just slip unnoticed. Fat chance though, especially now that they've apparently attracted the attention of the cops.      "Oh, hey there. You're kinda cu-WOAH!"      Adachi's pathetic attempts at hitting on law enforcement are cut short as he's suddenly shot at. Definitely deserved, to be sure, but still rude.  He falls straight on his ass and scrambles across the floor, bullets grazing his skin but never fully connecting, until he finally finds an opening to counter attack.        Well, not him, Magatsu Izanagi. The Persona lets out another monstrous roar, this one just for show, as it springs forward like a rabid animal, not even bothering to reclaim its weapon as it attempts to grab on to the girl's head and slam her aggressively and full force into the dirt.      This is a non lethal attack by the way. Just a very angry one.
Rita Ma	Rita heaves a few deep breaths as the turtle's struggles weaken. I want to so badly, but I can't... we have to leave it alive, right? That's what C needs. But after that little taste of blood, I'm starving so bad it's like I'm being stabbed in the gut. I have to keep it together for just a little longer, for the sake of my new friends...      She hops off its shell and walks towards the officers with bright imouto eyes, completely oblivious to the trigger-happy peril they pose. "We took care of the monster for you! Is everything okay?"      Randy takes a swing at her. Her instincts kick in at the last second; she reels backwards, face full of panic, and avoids the attack only by stumbling backwards and falling onto her butt on the sand. She looks up at the 'superstar' officer with wide, emotion-charged eyes.      I want to crack open your bones and suck out the marrow. I want to drink your blood until it runs down my neck. There's a hole in me deeper than the ocean and just as cold, and your body could fill it. But I can't. I won't. I won't. I won't!!      "Please, mister," she says as she looks up at him, her voice a little hoarse. "Please don't hurt me. I'm trying to help. I'm trying to be good. Please."      Her tentacles squirm restlessly. Rita's disguise wobbles briefly, revealing flickers of the mutated girl beneath- sharklike teeth, a glinting blue eye, tentacles and veins and translucent lappets of cerulean flesh.
C	Noel's submachineguns are cut apart in a flash -- and for an ordinary soldier, this would have been it. But, Noel, ever prepared and skillful, is anything but. Before Silver Ash can properly withdraw, she's already peppering the ground after him with a handgun. "Toryah!" This, thankfully for him, does not last long as Magatsu Izanagi comes up on her as Adachi's retort. "I know who you are. You're that creep ex-cop who escaped from jail -- !!" Noel's skills were, above anything else, her adaptability and her marksmanship. This is to say that she did not have what one could call many outstanding physical feats to display, and as a result, Magatsu Izanagi manhandles her with ease, smashing her hard into the sand. "G..gh..." The magazine of her weapon runs dry as she fires it into Izanagi's face, before ultimately falling unconscious. Elite, having almost been shot by Noel due to Candy's earlier interference, finds herself taking quick evasive action, nearly having her face scalded by the flame passing over it, and catching her well-groomed silvery hair ablaze. "Agh! You -- you jerk, how did you .. ?!" Caught between trying to shoot him and put it out, can you really blame her for half-heartedly laying down suppressive fire to dunk her tresses in the seawater?     "Me? What's the matter with you all?!" Randy takes the blow with stride. The impact is devastating and spittle flies from his mouth from the attack, yet, his stance does not falter despite the pain clearly showing on his face. "GH...ghrghl..." Randy gnashes his teeth, but manages to grin and bear it in the face of Hibiki's five-knuckled retort. "You've got one hell of a knuckle shuffle, shortstuff. And your bud here, too." An ominous red aura wraps around him, briefly, pushing against Hibiki and Zephyrman like a burning gale; it was easily the kind of feeling that should come from a dark general. Your mid-season villain. The dangerous flash is gone as quickly as it comes, as Randy, knowing no better of Rita's inner nature, is presented with what she wanted to be. What she wanted others to see her as, so she could see herself as. A little girl who was only trying to do what she thought was the right thing, despite everything else. He couldn't help but think -- maybe, if there'd been a moment like this back when he was still a young buck himself, maybe thing today would be different? ... in the end, as an older brother, and someone who genuinely loved children, he just couldn't even try and be hard to that kind of face. It goes without saying, but from the wind leaving his sails, Randy has been succinctly defeated. " ... sorry, guys. I don't know how else to say it .. but, this really ain't it, chief." Zeit is barking up a storm, and Tio, herself also possessing a similar power of prediction to her foe, found her ability to fight back impeded most heavily by .. sand in her eyes. "Wah?!" The trusty and loyal wolf steps in for her though, and clasps the ninja's blade between his jaws with a sharp tug, and a fierce glare.
C	Lloyd, having not been the kind of asshole to take potshots at someone like that, was too entrenched in trading blows with Featherman. With his tonfa impacting Featherman's helm at the same moment Featherman's fist hits his jaw, Lloyd aims to wrangle him to the ground with a pair of cuffs, the tonfas having released a massive electric shock. "Got you..!"     The melody ends. " ... and that's all she wrote." C says, before looking back down at the SSS and his own allies in the watch with a small grin, hidden behind his mask. Lloyd frowns severely, especially as a strange woman seemed to have join their ranks while they'd been distracted. Her long, dark gray hair and jewel-like eyes shine in mischief as she places her hand on Crow's shoulder, her other busy tapping her staff on the ground. She gave off a very 'witch-y' look. "Huh? Isn't he supposed to be a no-good scoundrel? How'd he get a genuine babe like that to hang off his shoulder, this isn't fair..?!" Randy starts. Elie, her doo thoroughly turned into a disaster turns to face him, "THAT'S your take-away, Orlando?!"     "Yeesh...last name basis?" "Where do you think you're going?! Whether you're real or not .. 'C' is a wanted man!" Lloyd bellows. Thinking about how to respond for a brief moment as he, the woman beside him, and Elon Ark begin to glow, C decides upon simply saying this. "I'll leave the rest to my faithful right-hand men here. Adios." They fade, like morning mist in a fizzling, flicker of light, to Lloyd's indignance. "This might be a bad time to bring this up, but ... I think maybe we should let these guys go?" Randy suggests. Lloyd, clearly frustrated, climbs off of Featherman. " ... yeah. I guess so. But not this one." he motions to the downed, costumed hero. "Eh? I mean. If you were gonna' insist, shouldn't it be that guy?" he thumbs at Adachi.     Lloyd makes a face like soured grapes.     " ... okay? You call the shots, ace detective."
Zephyrman	Everything goes sideways. A dark general. A dark general, already...!      *Heck* yes.      But as Featherman goes down and C announces things complete, John decides it's time to go.      The beam saber disappears. He plays another song on the flute, and the massive robot transforms, folding up into its jet mode.      Zephyrman leaps on top of the machine. "Come on," he announces to the others, "Let's go."      HurriKaiser starts lifting off the ground as the storm gathers in the distance once again.
Featherman Neo	Featherman is suddenly blindsided, and goes down, both lockets giving him Hibiki's power and Featherman Engarde's power deactivating, leaving him without both. He's still conscious, and still able to communicate into his radio, but... He's not resisting. He needs to allow the others time to escape. And also... He *had* asked Lloyd to capture him, after all. All part of a hero's plan.
Karlan Nobles	"I see you've already prepared for this possibility. Quite impressive." SilverAsh, calm as always, leaps back as Noel keeps him from closing the gap again. "I may have to hire you and your companions sometime in the future, if they're all as quick on their feet." The strange woman's appearance besides C as thsong ends, meanwhile, has Pramanix boggling over what she's seeing. "Who...? Another ally? Or is that..." Alas, she's lacking a whole lot of information to make any deductions there, and all she really has to go off of is the fact that the target has been secured by C and ????. "I suppose that'll do, then. Now, let's...!" And then Featherman tells them all to leave. "You can't expect us to...! Nn. If you are certain. We won't forget your sacrifice, friend. We will come back for you!" She shouts in a (not actually) tearful farewell towards the captive featherman, ringing her bell once more as another thick blanket of snow comes down around the area to cover the Watch's retreat atop the giant HurriKaiser. A business card for the Karlan Trade Company with SilverAsh's contact information is left beside Noel.
Rita Ma	Rita lowers her head, digging her fingertips into the sand as Randy relents. Her eyes squeeze shut, her lips pressed into a thin line.      Don't look at him. Swallow your drool. Don't look at him, and the feelings will go away. But it still hurts...      "Thank you," she says quietly, her voice quavering with relief. The emotion is genuine, even if Randy misunderstands the why. "I'll- I need to go now. But thank you so much."      She pulls herself up, turns away from him without opening her eyes, and runs across the beach towards Zephyrman's "HurriKaiser", her feet kicking up plumes of sand. On the way there, she snatches up a live crab with her bare hands that couldn't quite get away, bites it in half, and swallows. It helps a tiny bit.      But she still looks a little sick on the ride home.
Tohru Adachi	"Dang. News travels fast. Not even my job figured that out."     Free to leave, and no longer being shot at, Adachi makes his escape to the Hurricancan? Hurretter? Hurridum? Fuck it,  a Transformer. He's not wasting his valuable head space with remembering dumb anime names.        He scrabbles back to his feet and dashes at full speed in a comedic manner, Magatsu Izanagi trailing closely behind him. He hugs his robotic savior closely once he finally makes it, looking back at the dumb team of cops as he suddenly waves.      "Well. It's been cool. But I gotta jet. Pretty popular, ya know?"      As if to rub salt into the wound, he slaps his ass in a provocative, childlike fashion, letting out a long laugh as he does so... And then he instantly recollects himself once he realizes it's not really that funny.      "Ok. We can leave now. Ain't got all day."
Hibiki Tachibana	"I practiced," Hibiki replies towards Randy, with a nod towards Zephyrman. Man, he's cool. "I didn't really wanna hit you that hard, but I just want to--" She's cut off by the brief aura of menace that wraps around him, but right when she's starting to think this'll be tougher than she imagines...     It's gone. Rita's power is too great. Hibiki, focused on the fight as she is, never picked up on those flashes of her real nature. She, too, only sees Randy losing his fight underneath that overwhelming power, and her arms steadily drop. Followed by her shoulders. And her head. "...Phew."     But it looks like they managed to handle things for long enough, from her brief glance over her shoulder at C and the woman with him. And then they, and Elon Ark, are gone.     Hibiki looks back to Randy and the rest of the SSS, with a small grimace on her face. Should she...? After a moment, Hibiki shakes her head to herself. "...Alright. We'll, uh--be back for you, Featherman!" She's kind of following Pramanix's lead on that one, still not entirely getting what's going on here between that and Featherman's declaration to leave him behind.     But she /would/ rather not have to keep fighting here. And some of the chatter is giving her a more serious frown beneath what her scarf hides. After a moment, she turns, but not before calling back to Randy. "Sorry for that!" Admittedly, she did want to try that sometime. "And thank you a lot for letting us go!" It's only a quick sprint and a leap to the HurriKaiser.
Candy	Candy is on the offensive, immediately. "Nothing's the matter with me, miss! You and your friends didn't know a god damned thing about what we were doing and why we were doing it--you just rolled out here like you owned the fucking place, ah? And then you get underfoot, while we are trying to handle the Big Turtle?" Candy vehemently gestures behind him, towards C, with the macahuitl. His eyebrows raise in rhythm with 'Big Turtle.'      He tosses the weapon into the air and it disappears in flame, giving Zephyrman a raised index finger--he's not done. "Get a grip, uniform!"      "And you!" He wheels around, strutting up to Randy. "No shit, you should let us go. I swear, you give a person a badge, and in a week's time that person's brain has shrunk two times. At least yours was pretty big before you started, no?" The index finger swings angrily around and taps his temple three times.      If Rita didn't recognize his voice before, she sure will now--because he's apparently got a lot to say. Now he's berating Noel. "What if you hit him, ah?" His thumb is jerked twice over his shoulder at the no-doubt departing C. "In the middle of his little song? Who knows what the fuck would happen, because I sure as shit ain't heard of no Demon Flute. Demon? Devil? I don't know, me--I hear those words and I think 'ho ho! that is something I should not fuck with.' But not you guys! That's 'what's the matter' with you uniforms." The tirade is so sudden, so vehement, that it's quite reasonable to assume this isn't solely About Them.      "Bye." Candy blinks across the beach, over to his parked motorcycle. The newsboy cap is retrieved from the handlebar, slapped firmly atop his head, and the goggles around his neck are lifted. Candy undoes the rectangular kickstand, hopping astride the archaic bike and gunning the accelerator, kicking up a spray of sand.
Redshift Operators	White Dwarf narrows all three gleaming eyes, as things start to calm. She wrenches her sword away from the jaws of the beast warily, and takes a few steps back. She's surrounded by a swarm of defensive predictions, testing futures for what the optimal stance is to hold back an oncoming strike.     But nothing comes. She glances around, frowning under her respirator, but coming to a conclusion. "Hmmh. To think your *dog* could match this fraction of my power. Ridiculousness." She mutters, before taking more wary steps backwards. Alright, what's the most overdramatic, chuuni thing a person can say here? "Don't interfere in the work of the Watch so frivolously again." And with a rush of sakura petals from nowhere clear (???) she leaps back and out of the shoreline battlefield, beating her escape with the rest. The Featherman isn't one of hers, and she heard before, her leader probably wouldn't be keen on dedicating Redshift resources to his rescue.