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Stanley Padgett	LAST TIME ON PERSONA: NEON LEGACY     It was the end of Lampport. Stanley, Charlotte and Friends marched into NovaTech HQ, and made A Wish. Only it wasn't the Wish Stanley ought to have made, probably. Because it released the being inside of the Wishing Box, who just turned out to be Puck, Robin Goodfellow, Coyote, Loki, whoever you want to call the King Of Fools.     And as Stanley's father was defeated, Robin took their taxes from all of those wishes made in its name and on its power.     But the Party prevailed, and despite the fact that Stanley miiiiiiight not actually be real, he's going to get a chance to stop his unravelling. So long as he puts up. Shows his mettle and the mettle of those who he has formed Bonds with over the last two years.     So come, brave heroes. The Neon City is waiting with baited breath to find out the end of this story. And what a story it has been.     FINALE: A Concerto For Fools
Stanley Padgett	Oh, and one more thing.     "I AM THOU. AND THOU ART I."     "I AM THOU. AND THOU ART I."     "D'ARTAGNAN!" Stanley's form solidifies, and does that of his Persona. Which bows, and tips its hat to everyone in the room, before vanishing again into Stanley's soul.     "It would be wrong for me to turn down a duel, wouldn't it?" Stanley grins, and flexes his sabre.     Robin Goodfellow, iridescent, resplendent, transcendent, glorious and wild, rises up over the party. Their wings stretch out, taking up the space around them like a stole and robe, draping along the sleek black and neon floor of the Reversal. "So, I can see we have come to an Agreement, Young Padgett, Little Attendant. I bet that old Crow is watching too, isn't he? Well, Igor?" There is, predictably, no response from the Velvet Room. Does there need to be, at a time like this? The mortals have things handled, right?     Right.     Stanley takes a breath, lifts his sword, and calls out a new spell, to him at least. "MEDIARAHAN!" And with a hush of energy, a rush of Shadow power, everyone's wounds are healed. He can't fix all of the Battle Fatigue, of course, but it would seem that d'Artangan is much more... benevolent than Mercutio was.     "Let's get to it, then."
Ishirou	The healing from Stanley rushes over Ishirou, allowing him to stand fully again and take command of his body fully without the fear of battle damage and fatigue from just getting out of one fight, and into another.  Whatever happened with Stanley's father doesn't matter now, because the wish maker in the box was out and... Kind of an asshole.  However, it was holding Stanley's life in the balance, having figured out that Stanley was created from a wish by his father.  All Ishirou can do right now is help the kids out, so that they might have a shot at a future.  Whatever happens, going forward rests on the fight now.   Even as the King of Fools grows to his full height, Ishirou stands at Stanley's side with his blade drawn.
Madeleine Cadrasteia	There's a last spurt of blood from the knife wound on Madeleine's leg as her regeneration is sped along by d'Artangan's power. The huntress winces, but tests her knee and finds it no worse for wear. Drogrung slithers around her in defensive coils before reforming into a spear in her hands. Madeleine gives the weapon a twirl, reminding herself of its weight, and watches for a cue from Stanley - or from the King of Fools - to start the 'duel'.
Kukuru	LAST TIME Kukuru version Small is pretty tired from all the recent fighting, but she's doing okay. NOW Kukuru version small is even more tired from the recent fighting, but her spirits haven't dampened in the slightest. The finish line is in sight, and she's... Not really comprehending most of what she's seeing. That's nothing particularly new for her, of course, but that doesn't seem to bother her one bit compared to the more obvious danger faced by Stanley and Charlotte with what little she can understand of the freed Wishing Box's words. "Who's Thou...? Um. He-llo, Thou." Kukuru greets Robin with a lazy wave, stretching her arms over her head and letting out a strained noise as she works out the kinks in her body with D'Artagnan handling the pre-battle healing magic in her stead. She's definitely not going to complain about the healing task being diverted to someone else,  and she looks between Stanley and Robin a few times at first when a duel is brought up. "A duel, huh...? Okaaay. Good luck, Stanley. You've got this." She reassures with a gentle smile and thumbs up from inside her sleeve, already looking prepared to step off to the side with her clear misunderstanding of the situation. She only gets about three steps away before noticing that everyone else looks ready to fight as well, then, and context clues tell her... Maybe Kukuru should stay where she is for now. She doesn't really seem to get why, but she remains in place, looking back and forth slowly while shaking her arms off to get the blood pumping again.
Sarracenia	Oh my! Stanley got an upgrade! After fearing he was in serious trouble and trying to bargain for his existence, Sarracenia was quite worried since Robin didn't want money and...well, that's all she (thinks she) has to offer. The glow up and the introduction of the new Persona has Sarra smiling both brightly and confidently. "D'artagnan! What a wonderful name~" she says as she shoulders her hammer again and looks toward the fae.      The healing energy washes over, and cuts and burns fade away on Sarracenia. She takes a deep breath with those painful distractions dimmed for now, then smirks. "An honorable duel? That is one of my favorite things! It is used far too little these days. Replaced with threats and cowardly attacks. Perhaps I should try to bring it back?" she says, then with a twirl and a flourish of her hammer which ends with her smacking the haft down with a deep bass-filled sound.      "Hehehe...on your word, Stanley and Charlotte!" the princess says, obviously looking forward to some more heroic combat as she takes up a spot opposite Ishirou on Stanley's flank.
Charlotte Newman	That voice speaks out with the unmistakable accent of a French nobleman, prompting Charlotte to glance up and around. She can only barely make out the shadow of the legendary fencer, releasing Stanley's hand when he calls out to it and the Persona manifests.     Stanley poses with his sword. Charlotte does her best to match it with her baseball bat. Behind her, Penthesilea lifts the chains of her maces up to drape them across her shoulders, freeing her hands to lace gauntlet-clad fingers together and stretch her arms and back. Nice of you to join us, swordsman. Now roar like a warrior. Let me hear it.     With that, the Warrior Queen rolls her neck with an audible, metallic popping, grasping the chains of her mourning stars and hauling them up off the floor into a ready position. > "I bet that old Crow is watching too, isn't he? Well, Igor?"     "He would not miss a story's finale, now would he?" Charlotte dips her head lightly in deference to Goodfellow's words, then straightens her posture. The bat in her hands swings around, coming to rest in her other hand while Stanley's healing spell rolls over her.     When it sounds like Kukuru is about to take a nap (or spectate, but this is Kukuru), Charlotte pauses, then glances towards the smol-mode horned woman, "It is a duel, but... They want to face Stanley and all of his friends." Raising her non-bat hand, the girl beckons, "Please join us? You've been such an invaluable friend and support from the very beginning, Miss Kukuru."
Touta Konoe	The next reveal to the ones that had decided to arrive to support Stanley was...Probably a bit more shocking. While there certainly felt like hints in the moment about Charlotte's lack of origin, Stanley's had been...A bit of a double fake-out?     He's unsure what to even call it at this point, but that certainly mattered little. Especially after defeating Stanley's. . .Well, that really did beg the question now. . . "Why did he think he was Stanley's...Stanley?!"     He calls out to the young man as he nearly unravels. He found himself running to him only as the words started to be uttered. He watches up close as his persona and he begin to merge, the need for healing of Touta is something that was never necessary...Usually, and so as the King of Fools begins to arise up into the air.     Touta's blade is raised up at the ready, a side-eye brought to Stanely as he takes to his new form. "...Sorry, I wish I had more words to give you but, I think you've had enough pep talks. So, how about you show us what you've learned Mr. Fool?"
Stanley Padgett	"Yes. Let's." Robin's voice is cheery, and glib, but there's an undercurrent of wroth, of terrible futures. The fae holds out their hands, manifests a long spear made of obsidian and neon, crafted from the Reversal itself, and then...     Smiles. "...Well? Padgett's only got so much time. And we don't want to leave Little Attendant by her lonesome now, do we?" They seem to be waiting to receive!     Stanley shrugs, and then in an instant, is across the field, sabre first, his tabard billowing in his own breeze. The clouds of poison that usually accompany his travels are gone, instead replaced with flickery fairie lights in yellow and blue.     Stanley impacts with Robin, sword sinking into the fae's chest to the hilt. Robin Goodfellow crumples to the obsidian an- Oh, wait no. Puck just did that thing that Stanley did, with the body doubles. An impish grin from the King of Fools.     "Is that how this is going to go?"
Ishirou	When Stanley charges in, Ishirou brings his blade up and forces it to vanish.  Instead, he brings out an electronic tablet and seems to type some things into it, before a barrage of shots fire from POD.  They fire down, trying to provide Stanley with some cover fire, and also make it harder for Robin to immediately strike back at Stanley. This is followed up with a burst of electromagnetic force, aiming to try and take the King of Fools off his feet and try and stagger him for the next attack.  Ishirou focuses on disarming and support attacks, over doing overly damaging ones himself.
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine is so focused on Stanley and the King of Fools that she nearly starts a little as Torrie rushes past her, axe in hand. "Fools rush in, huh? Well, I'm right there with 'em!" The minotaur shouts as she charges, unleashing a mighty swing at Robin. Body double or otherwise, there's enough force in the blow to break whatever it hits. Madeleine herself reaches into her bag, and draws out a bolas, and circles for an opening as she winds up to throw. When she does, she doesn't go for the legs like usual - instead, she's trying to tangle up Robin's wings, to prevent them from flying away.
Charlotte Newman	When her partner goes straight for the Fae's heart, Charlotte wheels back at the ready. The double goes down; far from the real deal. Something she had a feeling might happen. Golden, glowing eyes scan from side to side, then finally glance back towards the-- frankly, bored looking Persona floating behind her. Eyes widen when she gets an idea.     "I'll give them nowhere to run..!"     Finally, Penthesilea rallies, bringing her maces up. One is raised overhead, spinning on an ever-lengthening chain that leaves curved traces of neon in its arc.     "Penthesilea, my warrior's heart-- MARAGIDYNE!"     As soon as Charlotte points with her weapon, the great circle drawn out in the air by her Persona's flail ignites in a pillar of flame, engulfing the entire space. Obsidian walls of the Reverse crack but do not crumple from the blast as it briefly overwrites the argon lines of the Neon City with a pulsating, searing neon.     While sudden, the heat nor the blast has any effect on those Charlotte considers her allies.
Sarracenia	"Ooooh. Impressive!" Sarracenia says as Robin leaves a shadow clone behind. She dashes toward Robin once the fae has re-appeared and Charlotte has done her thing. The princess closes in and swings her hammer, more just trying to keep Robin off balance than actually trying to do serious damage. For now.      'And we don't want to leave Little Attendant by her lonesome now, do we?'      "She will not have to be alone ever again if we have anything to say about it!" Sarracenia declares as she swings. She can't help a bit of a giggle at Torrie.
Kukuru	Charlotte seems to know the magic words for getting Kukuru to actually commit herself, as Kukuru takes about three seconds to consider what she's asking before yawning and turning fully to face Robin. "Mm.. Okay! I dunno if that's how duels work, but since you're asking nicely.. Of course, dear." Easy enough. Following Stanley's lead but not quite, Kukuru just casually steps forward instead of rushing in, giving her plenty of time to see the body double tricks going on. Once she sees the first one going down, she about faces and starts covering another space that isn't covered by one of the many group members to claim her own section of the battlefield! Once Robin's in range, of course, she lashes out, grabbing at whatever she can to just start pulling and wrenching it around not unlike a crocodile might, full body twists and all.
Touta Konoe	"...Well? Padgett's only got so much time. And we don't want to leave Little Attendant by her lonesome now, do we?"     An uneasiness follows as he hears those words. The way the fae says it as they hold off from attacking, and making Stanley take the first move.     "That's..."     He shakes his head a moment, a small breath in. He's over thinking things, like usual.     black fog begins to accumulate about Neon city once more. The others try to detain and keep the King of Fools at bay. For Touta though... "If it just wants to keep buzzing around. It can keep doing all that for all I care...."     The moment that Robin's body fades, only to reform again from the body double, he tries taking advantage of the attempt to keep them suspended. He kicks off the ground with enough force that it crumbles beneath his feet a moment as he's off. Momentum sends him hovering over the ground for a moment as he brings his blade in both hands. There's a slight nudging of his thumb on the blade and with it, his gliding distorts for a moment as he goes back into a sprint. His blade attempted to rend top from bottom with a blade that even if small would have felt as though it was just someone attempting to slam a truck into them with the amount of weight that'd been amassed.
Stanley Padgett	Robin Goodfellow is having the time of their life, it would seem. A battle to someone's erasure? How delicious. Though, it would seem the concept of 'A Duel' means something different in this case. They don't mind. "Don't hold back, you lot, or else you know what's going to happen."     Charlotte certainly doesn't, the blast of fire boxing the fae in place to stop the rampant body-doubling, but there's just so much one spell can do, isn't there? Ishirou manages to land a solid hit, but only penetrates so far before Puck sort of steps back and away from the blast, just... walking around it as it digs into the King's chest. And it's clear that there's some horseshit going on.     Madeline and Torrie manage to bring down one of the Pucks, but it's just... another vision, another prank. Another jape. And Puck is laughing and cheering and clapping, even as Kukuru grabs on to them with nasty teeth and does a death roll, ripping off a leg. Which was actually always there. Kukuru's got a mouth full of butterflies. Tasty though. Touta's heavy swipes of his blades swing in hard and brutal, but each one just seems to skim past Robin, just out of reach, just a shade too late each time to make real contact.     The Trickster leans on the spear, and shakes a little bit, the tassle on the end rattling and jingling. "Honestly, where's the fire? And not you attendant, that was pretty good, but..." The spear whirls along with Robin, and the fae plants the butt right into Stanley's gut as the Fool tries a feinting attack from the side. "Time and place, time and place, and you have neither time nor space to lose here, so let's make with the REAL fight." The spear swishes again, and a wave of emotions, of instability ripples through the Reversal, Neon City rattling to its core as Puck lays into the subconcious of Steelport. It's probably good the group can't see what's going on in the mortal side of things.
Ishirou	The Spear drives through the air, though Ishirou is faster than expected.  He avoids the thrusts, pulling out his weapon to try and help block the spear as it comes down again.  However, the psychic portion isn't something that's easily ignored.  He can hear the screams, the pain, the parts of the human subconscious he's not supposed to perceive... Shuddering, he pulls back just in time to avoid the majority of the psychic force being enforced on him.  Growling, he reaches out again with his electromagnetic force, aiming to form a hand in the air and then SLAM it down to try and force Robin to defend.  He slams again and again, trying to use brute force to force the King of Fools on the defensive.   His real goal is to provide an opening for both Kukuru and Madeleine. Hopefully, they can follow up and press Robin harder with the support he's providing.
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Torrie falls back, one hand clutching at her head. She may be tough as a brick, but she lacks protection from psychic attacks such as this one. Madeleine, who's also shaken by the assault but taking it a little better, hustles into the melee. She goes spear to spear with the King of Fools as Ishirou falls back, parrying and swiping as her weapon clashes with Robin's. Ishirou begins a direct assault and Madeleine takes the moment to switch things up, delivering a powerful kick to knock Puck off-balance.
Charlotte Newman	> "Honestly, where's the fire?"     The fae specifically excludes her from the admonishment, but Charlotte feels an urge to respond anyway. She winds back, bracing her bat with both hands. Behind her, Penthesilea reels in her mace and whirls both spiked balls opposite one another; "I have fire in spades. Would you like to see more?"     The Reversal itself rattles under the influence of Puck's fae power. Charlotte adjusts her stance to stay upright, though there's more to it than just the earthquake. Golden eyes squeeze shut as pain and madness pour into her thoughts. For a moment, it seems like the girl is paralyzed by a direct attack on her mind.     Her Persona is not. With the rattling of chains, the iron maiden slams her maces into the obsidian floor panels and throws her arms out, her mouth open in a primal, bone-rattling scream not of pain or fear but of raw, unbridled rage. If it is madness you seek, I possess more than enough! If it is pain you seek, you need only ask!     It's about here that Charlotte manages a recovery with a pained noise, shooting a narrow-eyed glance up at her furious Persona, "Penthesilea..?" She fixes her stance, letting out a little groan, and refixates her attention, "Right..! You are my Other Self, we fight together! HEAT RISER!"     Penthesilea is the aspect of her that acts. Her floating posture shifts, leading with her shoulder in a lunge that releases the mace chain held in her right hand directly for Puck's midsection. She anticipates the body double; the teleport; baiting a feint with a feint-- and it is the fae King's arrival point that finds the Persona lunging forward with the other mace ball in hand, like a massive spiked iron knuckleduster launched directly for their face; trailing blazing neon light in a ferocious arc.
Kukuru	As Kukuru chews on the butterflies that have invaded her mouth, she pushes herself back up slowly to get ready for the next maneuver. She's already seeing that the Trickster is doing something weird with those erratic movements, but she hasn't quite figured out what just yet.  All things considered, she probably never will on her own, but she can see that there's something odd about the way they're behaving. "No time, huh...? Mm. I dunno about that. You're already real fast and tricky-like, so..." She scratches her head idly, still moving at that same languid pace as she starts advancing on the Fool. There's no sense of urgency in her movements, although that wave of instability and emotional upheaval blasting right into her does draw out a pained screech from Kukuru on impact. So annoying. It'd be better to tear them apart now. Get a good hold of them, shake everything out, and stretch until there's nothing left to pull on. But it's kind of fun watching them, too. A jester's supposed to be fun and useful to watch, and the show shouldn't stop too soon. Fighting back that initial gut feeling with her own usual vibes, Kukuru eventually resumes her steady advance. The timing's good, too, as she sees Ishirou using his waves to buy some time for herself and Madeleine. She needs to figure out which one is the real one, though, but with the way Robin moves... Wait. Why's she thinking so hard about this? She just needs to aim for the one that she can reach, and the one that she can apply the most force to with the smallest amount of effort. Getting there in any reasonable time would require a big jump to launch herself, so Kukuru instead drops through a teleportation cloud in front of her to fall directly at the Trickster, sliding her claw down one side before catching herself and swinging herself back up, digging her claws in on the upswing before clamping down hard with her entire body to try and compress their entire body out in one crushing maneuver.
Sarracenia	The box in place is just what Sarracenia was waiting for! Puck taunts them, and makes the mistake of asking where the fire is. Sarracenia can't help a grin. "Fire, huh?" she says, then reaches into her satchel and pulls out a Fire Flower.      Luckily for her the instability rushes through before she uses it. The princess stumbles back and to a knee for just a moment, then hmphs and gets back to her feet. She gives the glowing red flower a squeeze, and in a poof her clothing color scheme is changed from all red to a flame pattern that starts fire blue on the bottom hem of her dress and fades its way up through red and yellow to white when it reaches her shoulders. Her gloves too have a flame pattern to them, with red around the hands and black closer to the shoulder.      The princess points at Robin, and a bolt of fire lances out at the fae. She dashes toward Robin, firing several more shots from her fingergun, then leaps and cartwheels in the air, swinging her hammer around and down at him hard enough to create a shockwave when it hits.      The princess dashes off at high speed, firing behind her as she goes and maintaining a steady stream of fireballs as she arcs around and runs back. She leaps again, but this time goes into a spin. Fireballs fire rapidly as she twirls like a battle top toward Robin, then her hammer itself bursts into flame and she aims several powerful flaming strikes at the fae, intending to leave him reeling and on fire!
Touta Konoe	It's annoying to see how content this fae is while there were people truly fighting for their life, for a future. So to see it all so casually brushed aside with words like 'Don't hold back or else.' It's actually something that has Touta beginning to grind his teeth.     "Where's the fire? Look who's talking!" He still recalls the events that led to this, that Stan had opted to realize the fae, that it was his 'father' that imprisoned him. At least...As far as they knew, and yet now...Robin was taking it out on the kid?!     It'd be one thing that starts to wear at him, but only furthers as the waves wash over the group. An attack that doesn't attack the physical but instead invokes pain on the psyche. It even has Touta really and wincing in the moment. A hand to his head as he's forced to take in air to compose himself.     If a direct assault wasn't the way to go in getting a strike in, the only other way that he imagined a clean hit coming in was simple. His body begins to fade, turning to dust before Puck. The fae only catches him for a moment as he seems to rise up and spring out of thin air as the streaks of the fog still seem to emanate in this world being torn apart by its power. His blade comes at the ready, though unlike before there's know chance to hint as to where his swing comes from. Only the last second as he appears from the very air itself and attempts to cleave through wings of the fae entirely. "You need to stop attacking all high and mighty!"
Stanley Padgett	Stanley Padgett stands up and grips at his sabre. And d'Artagnan flickers into place behind him once more. "Mes amie, you have to get in there and be strong for the others, no? You don't have time for this. Who are you? Are you the Hero? The one who fights for everyone's souls?     Stanley's eyes flicker past the rest of the battle... and despite the waves of panic, the shuffling of the minds of Steelport, the energy rippling around the arena, the battlefield, there exists a ring of shades who have gathered at the edges of vision to watch this battle... And cheer, despite the terror wracking the place. And cheer, for real, the dim Shadow energy building around the squad fighting for his future. "No. No I am not the Hero."     He grins, teeth green from the remains of Mercutio's poison seeping from a busted lip. "I am greedy. I want nothing more than the victory of my friends. My compatriots. I will take that victory for them."     He dashes in, sabre flashing to score SEVERAL strikes alongside the others, alongside Maddie and Torrie, his slashes and d'Artagnan's strikes carving open the paths for attack, to batter the fae next to the invisible hand of Ishirou.     "Nothing would make me happier than to see my friends hearty and hale, to bask and wallow in gluttony!" Two Stanley's help to cut at Puck's wings alongside Touta.     "I am PRIDEFUL. LOOK AT ME, BOTTOM. I WILL OUTSHINE YOU." Kukuru finds Stanley hip to hip, bolstering her with a sudden rush of energy as he lands on the Fae and kicks off...     To snag fire from Sarra and from Charlotte. Grip the gift of Sisyphus, hold it in his hands. He rages in flames, and slams forward, and pierces Robin Goodfellow.
Stanley Padgett	Who seems very excited about all of this. Attacks are finally landing, despite the Fae Horseshit Robin keeps doing. There's blood, actual blood now, dripping from the King of Fools. Granted, it's dripping and then filling the air with sparkles and butterflies (pretty blue ones, just for you, Charlotte~). But the thought's the same.     "That's more like it, that's more like it." The Trickster claps, more of a motion to knock proverbial rust off, and to bluster back the mortals again. "NOW THEN. This must be done with haste, for night's swift dragons are closing fast..." An eager look in Puck's face, as that spear rises up again, and the fae lashes out.     To Touta, a gift, three strikes to the head and neck region, all aiming to take his head off. "This jangling is a sport of the court, come, Vampire. Wherefor thy anger? Joy, joy in this revel, no? How often dost thou get a real fight, a real death? The waning sun beckons~"     Sarracenia gets another one of those... cheeky offers. You never did give me an answer, I could fix so many things for you, if you just give me your hand." A grin, too wide, and Puck... winks.     For Maddie and Torrie, a sudden swish of Colors and light. and a flap of injured wings. "Padgett needs to prove himself, don't you think? This... all of this, just a flicker of nothing.' A pair of strikes, one for each partner, heavy and guided for the heart. "The hungry lions roar, but are you the one to guide the flock to safe shadows?"     Ishirou gets a series of jabs and strikes, Robin's steps unerring and purposeful, trying to back the robot into a corner. "Now is the time when all the graves open wide, little poppet. Are they beckoning for you? For your friends? For those you lost? Are you the tempered soul to guide them?"     Kukuru gets a confused look, and a gentle poke with the butt of the spear. "Eat me? Fight me? Do one of them. Keep it up." Poke. Poke. POKE. WHACK. WHACK. The Fae is prodding Kukuru, in the true sense. "Your love for these lost souls runs deep. Do they deserve it?" Answer or bite, Puck is going to keep PRODDING.     And Charlotte and Stanley, get another strike on their own. But not a strike at them. No. Several Pucks rise up on wings, and force d'Artagnan and Penthesilea to manifest, wringing out the True Selves. "Now we see who will triumph. BEGGARS AND KINGS ALL PERISH THE SAME WAY."
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine cringes away from the many-colored lights, reflexively shielding her eyes from the glare with one arm. She scurries back, away from the display, and gives ground again when Puck strikes at her: the spear runs through a plastic hunting decoy and Madeleine is even father away. Drogrung curves into a bow and she looses a barrage of arrows, keeping a safe distance. "I hunt places just as well as people. If there's only one safe shadow in all the world," she retorts, "I'll find it."     Torrie, meanwhile, does not share Madeleine's curse. She bats the spear-strike aside with her axe and shoulder-charges Robin, slamming her full eight-foot bulk into them and pushing ahead to run the faerie into a wall.
Ishirou	The spear comes in again, forcefully and thoughtfully.  The blade Ishirou wields isn't enough to block it this time, nor is his speed enough to avoid it.  To his credit, however, he manages to avoid the full force of the blade, managing to guard enough to blunt the full force by a substantial amount.  The spear bites flesh, but the words cut deeper.   "No," he says through grit teeth, "I can't be /that/ kind of person.  Believing myself to be that kind of hero brought me to ruin once, and it won't again... so take back your spiteful words..." he says, drawing the blade back.   He swings but does not try to overpower the fae creature, instead, he throws it aiming for his shadow.  If the Rapier hits the shadow, two electromagnetic arms shoot from it aiming to grab the feet of the King of Fools and attempt to hold him in place for both Touta and Madeleine again.   On the other hand, Ishirou fires a massive beam of energy from POD, while he ducks under it to try and laser him down.
Kukuru	Kukuru narrows her eyes at Robin at being called a bottom, frowning at first, then sighing lightly while she pulls them into Stanley's strike and only releasing after the kick off. "Outshining me... Isn't that hard, though. If you wanna be bigger, you've gotta aim higher than that, dear. Someone like me..." She could, couldn't she? She could if she truly applied herself to it, and isn't that why she's done all she did before becoming an Elite in the first place? No, for someone like Kukuru... "... I'm here to make sure my kids shine brighter than anyone else, so that they never stop shining. So they can be better than... Mm. Whatever the world throws at them." The pokes and stabs, the thrusts and jabs, they all land firmly on target, but Kukuru doesn't shy away from the spear. Each time the Trickster shoves that spear in, she grabs on long enough to try and hold their weapon in place to ensure a deeper, greater wound. Each time they ram it into a limb, she latches on with the other to force them to choose between sustaining the offense or switching to defense. The blood loss is mounting, but Kukuru's already moving pretty slowly to begin with, and her nanites can hold back that blood at least for a while longer. "Do they...? Hmmn. Maaaybe, but it doesn't really matter, does it? My love can't run out, so it's for everyone that wants to take it whether they're in my family or not!" Another thrust of the spear, and Kukuru finally slips out of its path, moving into the attack to get as close as she can to latch onto the Trickster once more, to ram her own fingers and claws in, then tear off as much flesh as she can in one rough pull.
Sarracenia	Sarracenia is so tempted. "...I could really use some things in my life fixed. Finding my hero. My people's opinion of me. The Multiverse's opinion of me. Having people I can just...relax with. Actually helping people when I end up somewhere like here...and having value other than my money and kingdom..."      She looks at the others, then at Puck. Her free hand raises ever so slightly. "Could you really help me with all of that?"      The princess, so full of loneliness and desperation that she is always working hard to hide and often failing to do so...she very nearly takes that offer without even knowing what the offer is.      But, her hand suddenly snaps back and she huffs. "No! I will only give my hand to my hero or heroine!" she declares. "And you, King of Fools...you should change your name to Robin Badfellow! What good have you done here, hm?" she says as she grips her hammer tightly.      The hammer head starts shimmering. A prismatic aura that leaves sparkles in its wake starts to cover it, then flows down over the handle and over Sarracenia. Her hair and the hem of her dress start to float lightly as if there is an updraft around her. "Even if Stanley and Charlotte and the whole city started out as wishes or something...it's villainous to undo them simply because you were allowed to! Maybe if you offer -me- something valuable I won't hammer you into the ground!"      The prismatic glow ignites in Sarracenia's eyes, and she dashes after Puck, hammering away with as much power as her hammer-possessed body can muster. Shockwaves flow outward from each thunderous strike as she indeed tries to drive Puck into the ground like a really big nail!
Charlotte Newman	After landing her blow, Penthesilea dissipates. The Persona manifests once more behind Charlotte, casting out her maces on chains and setting them whirling at the ready once more. Charlotte herself breathes in and holds it for a moment, letting her breath out slowly as her eyes flit to the scattering butterflies. Her eyes quickly return to Goodfellow, the determination setting back in on her brow.     "I can't and won't fight for 'everyone'. Only the people I care about have that from me." Gripping her bat with both hands, the attendant-clad girl tightens her posture, "Whether you care or not, I'm stealing back my future and Stanley's too!"     What the fairy does, however, is wholly unexpected. The ghostly shape of Penthesilea suddenly becomes far more solid and her metal-and-marble body is beset upon by duplicate fae with a metallic shout. She loses the cadence of her maces and they go wild, one sailing across the arena and the other slamming into the floor beside Charlotte, bouncing once, and coming to rest.     The girl shoots a look behind her, a shocked "Penthesilea..!" escaping her lips. The golden light in her eyes flickers briefly, disbelief on her face. Is even this to be taken from her? The bat falls from her hands, clattering to the floor.     John got wished out of existence, clinging on through desperation. She was supposed to disappear. She almost did, alongside Delilah. Stanley was almost erased.     Just as the gold in her eyes seems ready to fade completely, it ignites instead; blue embers flicker from the girl's eyelashes when she whirls in place. The despair burns away to white-hot anger. The most genuine fury that's ever crossed her face.     "I'm so TIRED of so many people who think they have any authority all deciding they have the power to declare me or mine don't have a right to exist--" With her Persona restrained, that's not stopping Charlotte. She storms forward, kicking up the chain-- grabbing it with her hand-- wrenching the enormous mace free and dragging it behind her.     "--I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU AND EVERY OTHER EXECUTIVE-- OFFICER-- GENERAL-- FAIRY-- GOD-- WHATEVER-- UNTIL IT STOPS HAPPENING!"     There is no spell incantation, but the mace becomes engulfed in xenon light anyway. Hauling the chain up into both hands, Charlotte spins it up and launches the spiked orb in a series of orbital strikes; "AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN--!!" At last! Show your fury!
Touta Konoe	A trio of Touta and the duet of Stans is one that cleaves wings, even if they feel so light that they feel almost empty. It's an attack that one would have hoped was enough to keep the fae at bay. Yet...     The spears come, and with them, Touta finds himself being targeted for the lethal blow. The first clash is met with a proper parry. "Nnnngh!!!" A heavy clanging follows as spear meets blade. The second clash finds Touta trying to recover from the recoil as he feels the spear graze his cheek. A cut forming quickly as he feels a trickle from his cheek. Though it's the final blow that catches...     At first, Touta thinks himself safe as he shifts his blade enough to divert the final spear from cleaving through his nape. However, as he steps back...He feels it hard to even speak up. The feeling of enough of an incision in his neck to not be a decapitation, but a slit for certain as he holds his throat for a moment. This was fine, he'd be fine...This wasn't anything to worry abou--     This jangling is a sport of the court, come, Vampire. Wherefor thy anger? Joy, joy in this revel, no? How often dost thou get a real fight, a real death? The waning sun beckons~     At first, there's little that can be said as his vocal cords had been severed. But there's just a lingering look of distaste that stares to the fae. One not so amused by its words. "I liked you better when you were in the box..." Like Torrie, Touta joins in the rush as he shoulder charges Puck, a shout bellowing from his lips as he can't even turn to Charlotte. "Get ready!!!"     While Touta's no eight-foot minotaur, He's a monster in his own right and joins Torrie as she slams the fae in unison. A voice now directed to the mystical creature. His body attempting to keep the creature slammed right up into the wall and pinned. Refusing to let it escape by any means till the last attack was caught.     "Like hell...I'm gonna die to fae that's so damn lost in messing around it can't even tell a real vampire from a fake...Now...I /wish/ that Charlotte hits you hard enough you stop talking...Or better yet..." His blade's weight magnifies again as it buries its weight into the fae's form. It's body almost feeling crushed from what would have felt not like a duo trying to keep the creature stunned, but as if the Fae had been pinned into the wall by a whale.
Stanley Padgett	Battered by Hammers. By Maces. By Swords and Bodychecks IN THE THE BARRICADE. By BEAMS OF LIGHT and BIG HANDS AND TEETH OF LOVE.     Okay, now things are fun. Fun with a Capital F and four little hearts. The fact that Robin Goodfellow is getting beat up... doesn't seem to bother the fae. Puck smiles through all of this, though the Trickster's movements are getting more sluggish. But no less dangerous.     The Personalization seems to be out the window though. "Ah, that was good, so good, but I don't want to tell the same jokes more than once, do I?" The Trickster glances around the battle, seeing the shades on the outside, and shrugs. "I dare say I'm working with a hostile audience now anyways, so this mummery really must come to an end. Robin taps the butt of the spear against the slick black floor of the Reversal, and stretches out. Metaphorically. Expanding. Wings unfold themselves once more, and the fae takes up a sitting position on the nearest Neon Spire. "And we fairies, that do run by the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic: not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house: I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door." That's not... quite the curtain call from The Tempest, to be sure, but it's certainly... the Final Act. And as Puck recites, the skies start to fall out of the Reversal. And bits and pieces of Steelport drift back into 'reality' or wherever you all are. Shards of the sky, of buildings, lampposts, cars and smoke, all start to phase in and out around the fight, threatening everyone with an impending collapse back to.... whatever remains in the Unwished World.
Stanley Padgett	"Now, see, if that Old Crow *was* here, I imagine we'd be getting some lectures on-"     Stanley Marigold Padgett seems to have had quite enough of the chortling Jester. Of being skewered in the True Self. The threats of erasure. And he voices this displeasure by SMASHING through several pieces of "Reality" in a rush to engage Puck. "YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW HOW THIS PLAY ENDS, YOU FRAUD HACK."     Stanley dives onto Puck's face, jams his saber into the Trickster's cheek, and then bellows.     "HEAT RISER!"     And as he releases his, and apparently some of Puck's energy, it smashes into everyone, like that heal at the start of the fight.
Stanley Padgett	Kukuru? You've felt this before, the giving of Stanley's energy. Of the warmth of his heart, the fire of youth. Ten Thousand Hugs From All Your Family Sooth And Sink Into Your Soul.
Stanley Padgett	Madeline? It's like having the entire home team cheering your name. Over and Over. Ten Thousand Billowing Voices Who Believe In You.
Stanley Padgett	Touta. You know what's inside of Stanley, in his self, but this is so much better than you were hoping for. Ten Thousand Years Of Knowing You've Made a Difference
Stanley Padgett	Ishirou? You've been there for Stanley since the start of all this, and he knows your care, your soul's goal of improving others. Ten Thousand Deeds Well Done Lift Your Spirits
Stanley Padgett	Princess Sundew. You're new to this circle, these bonds, but Stanley can see a fellow soul who needs uplifting. Ten Thousand Warm and Sunny Days In The Air, Doing The Work of Heroes
Stanley Padgett	Charlotte. We're already Partners. You know what we need to do.     Stanley looks over his shoulder, and smiles.
Ishirou	Ishirou attempts to dodge... reality?  Reality attempts to shove itself, correct itself, and make itself known but is also forced by a mean Fae who's been trapped in a box for probably way too long.  It's hard, nay impossible, to avoid everything but he /tries/.  He avoids being telefragged by appearing cars and street signs.  He dodges buildings trying to appear on him but only falls forward as his foot is caught by the terrain changing, and he goes face-first into a car door opening.   On his back, he drags himself to his feet, as the memories and power from Stanley wash into him.  The bonds created from the year or so working with him fill his body with power.  He, however, knows what his lot in life is, and instead of going full on the offensive, he leaps towards the King of Fools... And attempts to grab him.  His hands, however, have a spell that releases on contact, as he attempts to drive as much pain and paralysis magic into him as he can.  He does everything he can to hold him in place, trying to keep the magic flowing for as long as he can.  He shouts to the others, "Go!  Do it!  I'll hold him down as long as I can!"
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine dodges around the materializing objects of the real Steelport, but Torrie isn't as quick and is upended by the sudden arrival of a large trash can immediately in the path of her charge. The minotaur hits the ground with a crash, and Madeleine pauses her barrage for just a moment to help Torrie to her feet. Drogrung bends back into a spear as Stanley's supernatural encouragement washes over the huntress and her bodyguard. Madeleine smiles, a dangerous smile, the smile of a woman who knows someone has her back in this fight.     The pair stance up for a tandem charge, Madeleine sprinting to match Torrie's longer strides as they rush toward Puck. At the last moment, Madeleine jukes sideways, coming at Puck from a suddenly-different angle. Just before Torrie's axe connects, Drogrung's draconic jaws manifest at the head of the spear and slam together around the fae's torso.
Kukuru	Kukuru's expression remains hard to read as Robin continues to speak, but not because her expression is unclear. Her eyes are just squinting more and more, like she's having trouble understanding something. In this case... Everything that's being said. She's not exactly someone with a reputation for being intelligent, and it takes a while longer for her expression to become clearer once the Fae stops speaking and starts throwing the sky down. She just looks confused, like someone that's given up on comprehending what someone's saying in favor of just looking at Puck like they've got three heads or an uneven number of wings. "You're... You're not doing a really good job at being a Jester, dear." She says to the Trickster, glancing around slowly to try and figure out which way to go to not get consumed by things blipping back into existence as the worlds merge back together. "Jesters are supposed to make sense and hold the audience's attention, not..." She doesn't finish that sentence as, without warning, a car just blips into existence right onto/around Kukuru and forces her into the uniquely painful situation of getting slammed through a car and also getting a car slammed onto her at the same time. It's a terribly painful experience all around, and she has to tear her way out the hard way just to make sure she isn't stuck inside an exploding engine block, but... This pain still can't compare to what anyone else might be feeling. Her family's had worse. Her friends have had worse. Even the unlucky owner of this car might have worse, once reaity settles and whoever owns this thing has to come to terms with such an expensive piece of equipment going missing, of whatever precious mementos they owned being... Wait. Why's Kukuru thinking about that now? She's never going to see this person. She's never going to have to worry about how much this hurts them. She doesn't need to care about the faceless owner of this thing, because she has more important people to worry about: Her friends, her family, and especially me! She feels herself being rejuvenated, both by that moment of self-care, and by that feeling of swelling energy in her heart. Tearing her way out of the vehicle fully, Kukuru clenches her claws through the halves of the car still in her hands, then turns back to Puck. "... Summarize what you're saying!" After finally remembering that she was saying something to the Jester, Kukuru leaps towards the Jester, sending herself into a cloud that takes her behind them just like many of her biggest, grandest attacks. With all the subtlety of a trash compactor, she slams the halves of the car together against them like a pair of cymbals, then starts slamming her car-covered fists down repeatedly like she's trying to turn the Trickster into little more than a smear on the ground.
Sarracenia	It is pretty annoying to Sarracenia that Puck seems to be getting beaten and yet...doesn't seem to be getting beaten. There's that increased sluggishness, but he doesn't act like the typical person who is losing at all!      Reality is unkind to Sarracenia much of the time, and this time is no different. And perhaps most insulting of all, it is several signs from a mall that slam into Sarracenia, flattening and hammering her about as effectively as she was hammering Puck earlier.      The princess lets out a shriek as for the first time in a very long time...she is actually injured. Not just cut or scraped or mildly concussed. She goes down hard and holds her shoulder, and a small trickle of blood flows down her face from a cut above an eye. "I think he means he is going to clear us out so that the fae can have some fun, Miss Kukuru! But, we won't let that happen!"      The healing wave flows over them, and Sarra's eyes widen before closing a moment. Her eyes actually get a bit misty at the warmth and heroic spirit that fills her.      Sarra gets back to her feet, her dress a bit tattered now. "We won't be swept away! And I'm not sure why you would want to anyway! Wouldn't this world be boring without us and the city around?" she calls out to Puck.      Not one to let up on the attack, Sarra goes into another spin, and in the midst of it she throws three Bullet Bills up into the air, one after another. As each comes down she hammers it on the flat of the bullet and with a sound like a cannon firing each one is sent rocketing toward Robin. "Isn't that a good trade? Preserving the world and getting to see what happens next in it?!"
Charlotte Newman	@emit     It seems that, at least, smashing Robin Goodfellow with her own hands was enough to dislodge Penthesilea. Charlotte lets her breath out slowly as she releases the chain, allowing her Persona to reel the mace back in as the Warrior Queen advances to take her place above and behind the girl.     The fairy king breaks the barrier between the Reverse and the Obverse. Charlotte's eyes shoot to the sky as things break through and begin raining down, abject horror on her face. This is so far beyond Not Good she can't even find words for it. Every time she pushes, no matter how much she puts behind it, Goodfellow seems unphased. And now this.     Charlotte crouches, shielding her head with her arms as Penthesilea's mace intercepts a descending automobile, smashing the vehicle out of the air and sending it sailing sideways into the streets of Neon City. She's showered with glass and chunks of metal, tearing into her augmented form and scattering bloody arcs in haphazard splashes on the glistening black floor around her.     Ragged breaths come more from panic than exhaustion-- the ache in every muscle, the sting on her skin. With a grimace, she pulls a larger shard of glass out of her forearm and throws it away. With a shaky sound, the girl settles her breathing, cradling her arm. Everyone is doing their best, fighting their hardest, and she's not going to lag behind.     Not when Stanley looks at her like that.     Visibly swallowing her pain, Charlotte returns the boy's gaze with a nod. Her eyes shift back to Goodfellow as she straightens her posture again. With her foot, she catches her bat and kicks it up so she can catch it. The weapon is spun around, swung crosswise, and held down and to the side as one would a sword. She ignores her blood sliding down the wooden handle as the head of the bat assumes a bright xenon glow.     Penthesilea assumes a prayer-like posture, raising one hand in a fashion very similar to how Galatea used to. The xenon incandescence becomes shot through with lines of neon, overlapping enhancements.     The girl flips the bat around-- grabbing it by the head-- and rears back so far one foot comes off the ground, bent at the knee like a baseball pitcher.     "STANLEY! CATCH!"     Throwing her entire body into the motion, the girl hurls her weapon to her partner, still clinging to Goodfellow; it tumbles end over end, carving a neon and xenon streak between them.     "USE IT!"
Touta Konoe	Elites work in tandem to suppress the forces of the wish maker gone awry. Allowing for the onslaught of attacks that bring the Fae the kind of masochistic euphoria it seemed to indulge in ever so much.     "The only damn joke that's left here is you...Do you even have an idea what's going on around yo--" He wants to say something more, but for some reason he finds himself biting his tongue. A lingering, disgusting taste in his mouth as he starts thinking something even more unpleasant.     Maybe I'm more like this ass than I thought...     It's unnerving, unsettling and just makes his skin crawl in the most unsettling way. As those thoughts come like the world's slowly coming down on him, the world...Actually and very literally begins to start crashing down upon them. Forget raining cats and dogs, cars and roads, sky and earth, all of it comes out spiraling in towards the group.     Touta gets hit with a pole, and then a car in quick succession. Even before getting up he's hit again, though finds himself able to hold as he digs his feet. Swinging it about as he starts maneuvering his way through the onslaught of raging debris. He catches as Stanley begins the finale, the conclusion of this tale. As he slams into Puck and with it...     Ten Thousand Years Of Knowing You've Made a Difference
Touta Konoe	Stanley...You don't need to know that you've made a difference...You just need to do it...     Needing to know something for ten thousand years. There's very few things that need to be eternalized that long. Even knowing of such a deed he might have made, while kind if memorialized...If it could be made into something more. Something that could be used in the now...That's what made the difference. And so...     A black miasma begins to form around Touta's fist. Its very existence is darker than any shadows lingering within Neon City. It's bare presence shaking and rumbling with a weight that felt like it trifled all that which Puck attempted to throw with the power of the Obverse. A fist that when launched towards the Fae, could feel itself being drawn into its pull. Refusing to let the creature escape from this darkness as it'd land. Not even to allow it to be launched away as the true finale was to come. You don't need to be remembered. You don't need to be seen to make...     Ten Thousands Years Worth of A Difference.
Stanley Padgett	Stanley snags the flying bat, though... honestly it just sorta lands in his grip, like it was supposed to be there. It's not his traditional weapon, of course. But...     You think Stanley Padgett hasn't hit someone with a bat before?     The glowing weapon raises up, and the Fool has to let go of his sword to do so. D'Artagnan manifests behind him, looking as smug as a faceless musketeer can.     The bat SWINGS downward. And IMPACTS.
Stanley Padgett	The attacks start to rain down. Robin Goodfellow, Puck, Anansi, Coyote, Loki, The Trickster, whoever you want to call the being in front of you, is getting pummelled and smashed and Car-ed and stabbed and apparently S M A S H ! ! ! ed with a baseball bat like a certain different video game. And the being crumples and shrinks and-     And a young person looking remarkably like Robin Goodfellow slips into place next to Charlotte, as the rest of everyone is beating on the massive husk of Robin Goodfellow. "Oh I dare say I'd hate to be that fellow right now. Hooo boy, that's a lot of passion on display." The fairy starts applauding the scene.
Stanley Padgett	They even toss in a wolf whistle for the bunch. "GOOD SHOW! LOVE THE FEELINGS IN THE WORK!"
Stanley Padgett	The Obverse is no longer trying to smash into everyone, it simply just... pops into place around everyone.     They are in an empty parking lot of an old abandoned car factory. The dull grey of Steelport rises up around them. The Rust Belt city in winter is moody and drab and chilly thanks to the river.
Charlotte Newman	Bleeding, exhausted, and sore, Charlotte recovers from her throw after a stumble nearly has her tipping forward on her face. Fortunately she avoids collapsing, taking a moment to appreciate the peace as Robin Goodfellow crumples and the real and shadow worlds stop slamming together.     Someone slips in next to the girl and speaks up.     Completely unbidden, Charlotte whirls in place and punches them square in the face with one bloodied hand and a surprised shout.     It's only when she realizes the air has changed-- the crisp, dirty taste of Steelport air-- that the girl relaxes, though she's still breathing heavily from the shock of it. The surroundings register a moment later and, sheepishly, Charlotte recovers her posture, straightening out and lowering her hands. She keeps her eyes on Goodfellow(?), though realizes she's effectively unarmed with Penthesilea currently tucked away.
Stanley Padgett	And between everyone, the Wishing Box lies there, sealed shut once more. It glows faintly, like something or someone is inside of it.
Ishirou	The King of Fools is beaten, and Ishirou slumps to his knees after the effort to take him down has been accomplished.  He's still hurt, sore, and battle-damaged from everything else that's happened recently.  The area around them changes too, the air is... very different.  Dirtier, wetter somehow... He stands up after a moment, only for another Robin to appear and cheer them on.  He sighs, getting the feeling of being fucked with, and wondering if their struggle was even worth anything... Well, never mind that Stanley is still here, and things have returned to what is supposed to be instead of what was manufactured...?  He looks around, wrinkling his nose.  He almost preferred Lampport.  Shaking the thought, he looks at the box with Mr. Padgett in it. "So... what do we do..?" He asks.
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine picks up her spear and straps it to her back, its eye lazily sliding shut as the fight winds down. Torrie looks around in confusion before asking nobody in particular, "Where's the old man?"     The huntress grumbles and scans the parking lot. "He'd better not have run off. That fellow's got a lot to answer for." She walks over to the wishing box and plucks it off the ground. "Huh," she says, as she carries it over to Stanley. "Something's still in there."
Kukuru	With the battle finally coming to a close and the city returning into focus, Kukuru breathes out a tired sigh as she drops what's left of that car husk to her sides. She looks back and forth to take in the sight of the abandoned factory around her and everyone else, then turns to the Robin-lookalike besides Charlotte. She wrinkles her nose again, then remembers Sarracenia's words... "I think he means he is going to clear us out so that the fae can have some fun, Miss Kukuru! But, we won't let that happen!" "Well... As long as you're not gonna hurt these kids or their families." Kukuru concludes with a firm nod, then settles down into a sitting position atop that wrecked car she had a part in smashing up. She doesn't look too concerned about the fae's appearance, at least, and even seeing Charlotte all bloodied up doesn't seem to worry her enough to hurry over to her. Instead, she just starts letting the nanites flow over there, but also while beckoning Charlotte and everyone over with slow waves of her hand. "Come on, kids... I don't wanna get up yet, so... Holler if you're real hurt, okay?" She really isn't in a rush at all. "The box... Hmm. I guess that's up to Stanley and Charlie, huh? Since they're the ones living here and all. They'll probably come up with something good..." Good for who, she doesn't outright say. She might not actually be worried about what decision they make.
Stanley Padgett	Stanley Marigold Padgett is no longer in Lampport. He is no longer in the Neon City. He is somewhere he's never been before. Somewhere cold and hard.     He's on his back in a parking lot, looking up at a dirty grey sky. Somewhere in the distance, a car honks, and someone screams back, and there's more honking.     Stanley just starts to laugh.
Stanley Padgett	Robin takes the punch, quite well and happily actually. "Ah, yes I believe I am owed that from you, Miss Newman. Happy to be of service o blow off some steam, that's for sure. Hoy." A grin, and Puck nods to Maddie, and the box. "He is in the box, for now. I dare say he deserves at least that, for a while but uh..." A scratch of a cheek. "If you mean to force him to make amends, I'm afraid there's not a lot of... him... left." A wobble of hands. "Not that I have any doubts in my mind that the vaunted Concord can piece him back together, eventually, but that will take... quite a lot of doing." There's no malice in the voice, at least any more than a fae can manage to not sound like a predator.
Stanley Padgett	Stanley looks up at Kukuru puttering around with her nanites, and reaches up a hand to her. "Hi. Down here. I'm Stanley. Stanley Padgett."
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine huffs and narrows her eyes at Puck. "And there's a surprising amount of *you* left. Maybe I should fix that." She hands the box off to Charlotte, because Stanley's still lying on the ground, and walks closer to the fae. "You're a trickster spirit so I doubt it'd keep. But you've got a lot to answer for yourself, causing this mess. The elder Mr Padgett didn't know what forces he was dealing with, but that hubris doesn't excuse your part in this sorry show." She has a hand on her belt, just shy of gripping her ritual knife by the hilt.
Stanley Padgett	The knife, however, does seem to alarm Puck. He knows Maddie's secret now and, well. Death is a bother. "Hooo, hold on now, Miss Neon, this was entirely a consensual contract made up between Mr. Padgett and myself and any and all wishes that were sub-let by him to others were his responsibility. I was just along for the ride, honest!"     This somehow sounds even less convincing than it looks in text, let me tell you.
Sarracenia	Sarracenia is always awed when elites all attack together in a situation like this. It feels like a proper heroes throwing their all at a villain moment! She watches as Puck shrinks and-      And almost jumps out of her skin when the fae pops up by Charlotte. Instinctively her hammer swings around, but luckily she pulls the swing back without hitting anyone. "What in the-?!"      She joins Madeleine in peering at Puck. "You didn't hesitate a moment to start undoing those wishes. How many people were winked out of existence with the collapse of that dimension?" she asks.      Her words are a bit nasal sounding, because she too has noticed the smell. And being from a kingdom with wooden magical airships surrounded by an overgrown forest, she is not used to actual modern city air.
Charlotte Newman	Charlotte rubs her hand with the other, nursing bruised knuckles. She isn't accustomed to just-- slugging people like that. Robin surprised her. When it's become obvious that the fae no longer wants to fight, at least, Charlotte turns her back on the trickster king and stumbles her way to Stanley. At some point the blue Attendant's uniform had reverted to her black and pink street outfit; the golden glow in her eyes has given way to her typical red color.     Once she gets there, she just sort of... lays down next to him and lets Kukuru's healing do its thing. She closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them, staring at the cloudy winter sky; feels the chill bite on her cheeks and legs; feels the unforgiving, icy asphalt beneath her. > "...I'm a real boy."     "No strings on you," the girl murmurs tiredly.     Madeleine leans harder on Goodfellow and in response, Charlotte raises her hand, "Can a trickster be tricked?" Her hand flops down, coming to rest over her midsection, "But it'd be real hard to believe anything a trickster says is true, too..."     "...I'm tired," the girl mutters after a long pause. "If you promise not to do something this stupid again, I don't have a problem letting you go."
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine listens to Puck's excuses and Charlotte's proposal. "It's not my place to decide that you should be gutted like a fish, so a promise will have to do. You'll swear on your blood not to interfere in the fates of this city, or of these two," she says, gesturing to Stanley and Charlotte. "And the rest of us will serve as witness to your oath." The huntress draws her ritual knife, and flips it around in her hand, extending the handle toward the fae. "Or you can refuse, and give me the pleasure of shedding your blood myself." She flashes a savage grin.
Stanley Padgett	Puck continues to try and plead their case. "If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended, that you have but slumber'd here while these visions did appear?" The ending lines to the Tempest, again, sound forced, even more so as Maddie busts out the one thing that CAN stop a fae.     An oath.     Robin siiiiiiiighs, and reaches out their hand. "Upon my power I will no longer interfere with the lives of Stanley Padgett, Charlotte Delilah Newman, Issac Beaufort Jr., Timothy Franklin, and/or Caelan Stewart." A look over to Stanley and Charlotte. "That was all your little friends, right? I'll even make sure the mousey one has her weird video game mom back."     Stanley just... raises a thumb in agreement. He's eepy.
Sarracenia	With things settled down and everyone tiredly taking a seat or discussing the future of Mr. Padgett, Sarra...gets a dumb, awesome idea. And she is excited like a little kid.      Once everyone is gathered closely enough, she giggles and smiles. "Okay, we have to do this once! Please, everyone!" she says, apparently not nearly as tired as the others. "We don't have swords, but..."      She holds her hand out toward the others, black suede gloved-palm down. "Hehehe...ahem..." She grins. "All for one...!" She waits, practically vibrating in place, looking at the others expectantly.
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine watches carefully as Puck recites the promise. Her eyes are still narrowed in suspicion. "I suppose that'll have to do," she says, slipping her ritual knife back onto her belt. Then she hears Sarra organizing a group shout, and begrudgingly steps over to the circle. Torrie is already there, and very pleased to be 'part of the team'. Madeleine sighs, holds out an arm, and repeats after the Princess, "All for one..."
Stanley Padgett	Princess Sundew makes the offer for a *group cheer*. A good one, to be honest.     Unfortunate. Stanley cracks open his eye to peer up at Sarracenia. And then rolls to his side. He rises up and tugs Charlotte up as well. "Come on, gotta put in one last social and then we can sleep forever."     He makes it over to the growing crowd. and murmurs. "One for all... and all for one, mes amie."
Charlotte Newman	Madeleine seems to take to Charlotte's proposal and adds a bit more to it. The girl has no objection to binding Puck by an oath. She listens intently with her eyes closed and, when questioned, one eye opens. At about the same time Stanley gestures, Charlotte nods in assent. > "All for one...!"     Charlotte breathes out half in exhaustion and half in exasperation. They're gonna make her stand up again. But she's not about to go through this on her own. She's already getting up when Stanley tugs at her.     After a painful shuffle, her bloodied, knuckle-bruised right hand enters the circle palm-down, "All for one... and one for all."
Touta Konoe	It's a lot to take in surely. One moment putting the final attack in on a Fae attacking you with the very world to the next being...Nothing. A shift in the world itself, but not one in violence but one where that which was Lamport...Neon City...Something that was so lively, so magical, turned into a city that was nothing of its former image. A place that seems all too real in a world that now seemed... 'Weird'.     Ishirou had put it best. It was definitely that to say the least. It was nothing as glorious as it was before, and as the others started finding themselves hitting the floor or nearly doing so. Charlotte nearly stumbles, and Ishirou tumbling a good moment before he picks himself up. He wanted to reach out to offer a hand but it seemed like even through the pain he was working through it.     The person he ends up offering a hand to, or at least starts helping up...Is none other than Stanley himself. "Come on, fool. Don't end this story finding out you were laying in some rust or glass or something. You were already gonna need a shower, but you might seriously end up needing a tomato bath or something after laying there."     His hand tries to support the young man's back even if he can't exactly heal him. Though as that's all said, he starts hearing as Puck tries to defend itself after all that's said. His eyes looking incredibly unconvinced of anything it's saying at this point. His gaze peering back to Ishirou,     They really did need to figure out what to do with this Fae, though even he couldn't blame Ishirou for not wanting to take it back with him. In fact, if it was brought back to the Paladins, he can't imagine this thing being safe after all the hell it gave.     He wasn't against taking Robin if he had to. It's not like his world didn't have magical creatures to begin with but...He does find himself leaning into Madeleine's direction as she starts talking about her own idea on how to handle the situation. A way to keep an oath that'd keep it from trying to harm those in Steelport and yet...It feels like there's much that could be left to bring harm if Robin was left to just linger.     "Hey, the way I see it you have a few choices. You stay in this world that's not looking to be welcoming to a fae. Or you could take your chances in my world. You'll be far off from most humans on a remote island...But not far from others like yourself. So you won't be able to cause people too much trouble. /But/ you'll agree to a new oath, or to have some of your powers sealed so you're not a pain in anyone's ass. You agree to that, and don't give me a reason to regret having to explain it to my boss and I'll even look into finding you a long-term place to stay, maybe find a fae community that'd be willing to take you in."     Some might question that suggestion, that it might be too lenient. Though given no one wants to provide a proper home or place for this fae to linger without them lingering in other nearby cities well...He imagines it's also a 'better than nothing solution'.     And then comes the hands in a moment. "...Ya know what..." He already sees quite a few of the group getting together and honestly to not do it felt like a bit of a jab to those that had made it through this. Especially the two former residents of Lampport. That said...He does recall a certain discourse between the princess and another so... As his eyes peer to Ishirou for a moment...He brings his hand into the circle as well. Though makes sure that where it's resting is enough space for another to rest without it overlapping with a certain person's. "You know, you did a lot of heavy-lifting this time. Think you more than anyone deserve to have a 'One for All' moment."
Stanley Padgett	Robin uses the moment of levity to just... fuck off. Vanished. Gone. Not here.     And Stanley, the cheer completed, pulls out his phone. He pushes a button, and... a strange blue bus door opens up next to him and Charlotte. He applies his best "Smile" and then sort of just... wobbles into the Velvet Room.     Sleepy time for Persona Users.