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 :'''{{#var:165|Ren Tanaka (165)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Somewhere back on route 87, Mike Yates wakes up and feels tired and icky.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maria and the aliens walk up behind Ren, the latter clustered somewhat worriedly behind her.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I know. I wouldn't accept a sandwich from this waiter, though," Ren says slowly.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm happy that you managed to get it all sorted out, but you really took longer than I expected," the waiter says. "And you did practically nothing at the end there, Ren. It was disappointing."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"...who are you?" Ren asks, his face harder and colder than it's been in a very long time.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh... you know who I am," the waiter replies with a smile. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm Takuya."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And so, he does something surprising.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A black ring begins to notglow on his forehead.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The ten thousand little metal panels making up his face turn and tumble, the pistons underneath his arms and legs compressing and stetching.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then, he's a long-haired woman, a California scientist. <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then, a black-bearded, stout dwarf with a missing hand...<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;http://i.imgur.com/OANP2dV.jpg<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then, he's a dandy gentleman, with an edwardian cravat, night-black skin and burning eyes. Holding onto a spider.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Takuya, the Abyssal Exalted."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He folds his hands behind his back. "I hope that everyone found this interesting, now. It's a lot of work getting two objects in space to crash into one another /and/ then go through a warpgate /then/ land in just the right place to kill a touring rockstar. But it was an interesting few months, really, wasn't it?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Expect more to come!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then he takes a step backwards, and the swirling portal of darkness behind him swallows Takuya the Abyssal Exalted up.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ren's face is harder and colder than it's ever been before.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:165|Ren Tanaka (165)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span><span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9i8FS-T67XY <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Final Stretch - Mitch Murder<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kung Fury Original Soundtrack - 2015</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">EPILOGUE</span> <br /><br />                                       *                                        <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Having been rescued from the clutches of the Yaoguai, the aliens elected to take Maria Smith with her back to their homeworld, named Tari. With the support of the Union she became a citizen of the multiverse, and later helped to broker a peace between them and the neighboring Screewee people. <br /><br />                                       *                                        <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tobe agreed to work dilligently towards solving the problems that the many people in the accumulated gangs had developed which brought them into crime and hooliganism. After several years, the new racing community had entered official sponsorship with NASCAR, and by 1975 the official Texas Motor Speedway was being built. <br /><br />                                       *                                        <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Union spent the next several months slowly explaining the existence of the multiverse to the Amarillo community and integrating the city as part of their protected territories. Once freed from the influence of the Yaoguai, the field effect around the city faded away.<br /><br />                                       *                                       <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mike Yates disappeared after the confrontation with the Anti-King. Some time later he made headlines on Porombo Island as an up-and-coming Robopon collector.<br /><br />                                       *                                       <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ren Tanaka later bought the same outfit he has been wearing for several months in Amarillo following the disappearance of the costuming field. He was last seen wearing it to a kareoke night in Grimsby. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">INVADERS FROM OUTER SPACE<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;THE END<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;THANK YOU FOR ROCKING!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">Bonus Epilogue unlocked: Baby Sittin' Boogie!</span><br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:165|Ren Tanaka (165)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span><span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9i8FS-T67XY <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Final Stretch - Mitch Murder<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kung Fury Original Soundtrack - 2015</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">EPILOGUE</span> <br /><br />                                       *                                        <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Having been rescued from the clutches of the Yaoguai, the aliens elected to take Maria Smith with her back to their homeworld, named Tari. With the support of the Union she became a citizen of the multiverse, and later helped to broker a peace between them and the neighboring Screewee people. <br /><br />                                       *                                        <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tobe agreed to work dilligently towards solving the problems that the many people in the accumulated gangs had developed which brought them into crime and hooliganism. After several years, the new racing community had entered official sponsorship with NASCAR, and by 1975 the official Texas Motor Speedway was being built. <br /><br />                                       *                                        <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Union spent the next several months slowly explaining the existence of the multiverse to the Amarillo community and integrating the city as part of their protected territories. Once freed from the influence of the Yaoguai, the field effect around the city faded away.<br /><br />                                       *                                       <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mike Yates disappeared after the confrontation with the Anti-King. Some time later he made headlines on Porombo Island as an up-and-coming Robopon collector.<br /><br />                                       *                                       <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ren Tanaka later bought the same outfit he has been wearing for several months in Amarillo following the disappearance of the costuming field. He was last seen wearing it to a kareoke night in Grimsby. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">INVADERS FROM OUTER SPACE<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;THE END<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;THANK YOU FOR ROCKING!</span><br> <br>
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 :'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Twilight blinks in surprise when she hears a whoop of praise from Corona. The pony smiles bashfully at the praise, then returns her attention to the platform they are approaching. She winces when she sees Mike. He might be a badguy, but Twilight still feels a bit bad for having some part in someone being disfigured. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That isn't going to stop her from stopping him, though. As Staren and Ainsley start diplomactic options, Twilight hops out of her car, and in a shower of sparkles that flow over her body and coalesce into...well, usually it would be her Harmony Armor, but with how this world's magical fields work, what appears on her is a set of biker gang-style road leathers. A thick leather jacket, leather pants, both with a few tassles and her QT-mark emblazened on the back of the jacket and the flanks of the pants. Twilight blinks as she notices the change in her usual outfit, but disregards it quickly since there are more important things to deal with. Last to appear is her magic book, which hovers about her like some sort of fairy. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Glorious? How is it glorious to kidnap people and threaten them with harm?!" the purple pony asks, shaking her head. "I don't know what you are trying to accomplish, but these guys are just lost and trying to get back home. You have no right to keep them from leaving." she says as she joins Staren and Ainsley.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:165|Ren Tanaka (165)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ren narrows his eyes. "What I'd really like to know is why you're even chooing to make this your stage. This is a million light years away from Creation, how did you even /get here/? What nudged you off course and into that spaceship in the first place?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mike's head tilts- I'd say 'Mike tilts his head', but it's probably more accurate this way since it's not very likely Mike is conciously doing anything. He listens to what Ainsley and Staren have to say... and crosses his arms, giving this really unpleasant grin that's made much worse by the burns. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, I'm probably fine with standing down and letting /them/ go," Mike- well, no, 'Jesse' says. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maria can't really say anything here, because gags, but when she spots Kirika out of the corner of her eye- and lands in Kazuko's arms- she desperately motions with her eyes to the aliens as well. She's kind of attached to them.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"After all," Jesse continues. "You were never really meant to be the audience for this performance, if you know what I mean? Everyone was a means to an end, even you."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"This is kind of a swansong, after all. And I perform for the BIG crowds. I'm going out with a final number the city'll never forget. I've been priming the atmosphere for quite a while now- all of that terror and despair after they lost, what was his name? Elvis Presley?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So-" and this time, the voice is coming from the red, jewel-studded reliquary that's all of twenty feet away from where everyone's rolled up on. <br /><br />Back in Amarillo, red sparks crackle from the people all over the city, taking the form of angry, buzzing motes of essence that begin to bleed out of people. Unnatural storm clouds begin to blanket the sky, and the energy forming in the city starts flowing out towards here.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Metal, machinery and wreckage start to magnetize, implode and transform around the Yaoguai reliquary, fusing into a humanoid shape made of heated steel. Whitewashed wall fragments cling to a cylindrical torso, red earth becoming a rigid cape-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Mike drops to the ground as the swirling ghostly energy fuses with it-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Let's give him back to the people! But I really think they should be careful what they wish for. Amarillo and its inhabitants will forever remember the rampage of..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"The..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;http://i.imgur.com/fjkMLs7.png<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;corange">A N T I</span> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="color:orange">K I N G</span> <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqXEK0hogNk<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley and Junkie XL<br />ELV1S - 1968, 2002</span> <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, that's so not right," Ren grumbles.<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:165|Ren Tanaka (165)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ren narrows his eyes. "What I'd really like to know is why you're even chooing to make this your stage. This is a million light years away from Creation, how did you even /get here/? What nudged you off course and into that spaceship in the first place?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mike's head tilts- I'd say 'Mike tilts his head', but it's probably more accurate this way since it's not very likely Mike is conciously doing anything. He listens to what Ainsley and Staren have to say... and crosses his arms, giving this really unpleasant grin that's made much worse by the burns. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, I'm probably fine with standing down and letting /them/ go," Mike- well, no, 'Jesse' says. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maria can't really say anything here, because gags, but when she spots Kirika out of the corner of her eye- and lands in Kazuko's arms- she desperately motions with her eyes to the aliens as well. She's kind of attached to them.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"After all," Jesse continues. "You were never really meant to be the audience for this performance, if you know what I mean? Everyone was a means to an end, even you."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"This is kind of a swansong, after all. And I perform for the BIG crowds. I'm going out with a final number the city'll never forget. I've been priming the atmosphere for quite a while now- all of that terror and despair after they lost, what was his name? Elvis Presley?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So-" and this time, the voice is coming from the red, jewel-studded reliquary that's all of twenty feet away from where everyone's rolled up on. <br /><br />Back in Amarillo, red sparks crackle from the people all over the city, taking the form of angry, buzzing motes of essence that begin to bleed out of people. Unnatural storm clouds begin to blanket the sky, and the energy forming in the city starts flowing out towards here.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Metal, machinery and wreckage start to magnetize, implode and transform around the Yaoguai reliquary, fusing into a humanoid shape made of heated steel. Whitewashed wall fragments cling to a cylindrical torso, red earth becoming a rigid cape-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Mike drops to the ground as the swirling ghostly energy fuses with it-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Let's give him back to the people! But I really think they should be careful what they wish for. Amarillo and its inhabitants will forever remember the rampage of..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"The..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;http://i.imgur.com/fjkMLs7.png<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="color:orange">A N T I</span> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="color:orange">K I N G</span> <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqXEK0hogNk<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley and Junkie XL<br />ELV1S - 1968, 2002</span> <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, that's so not right," Ren grumbles.<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ainsley lets out a disappointed sigh as this develops. Amarillo itself was the audience, was it? She looks off toward the city, full of people just pouring with anger and hate, and turns her attention back to the developments that are drawing all of that emotion. She had activated her Arcane Sight for this, watching the flow of emotion. Hate is all she gets from this sight.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But all anger has a root cause. An expectation spurned by life's inevitabilities. These people are angry, at least some of them, because they loved Elvis and the music he brought to their lives. They're angry because they need someone to blame. Angry because they have no explanation for this tragedy.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So Ainsley holds out her hand at the great big twisted golem, and tries to use her 'essence,' the magic of her being, much in the same way the entity was formed. She tries to pour all her understanding of love and of excitement toward it, to combat the hate that fuels it. To drive a wedge into there.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A strange, warm, fuzzy feeling emanates from her general vicinity. She smiles a little, but only to focus the emotion. To communicate it properly with her spell.<br> <br>

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 :'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Twilight blinks in surprise when she hears a whoop of praise from Corona. The pony smiles bashfully at the praise, then returns her attention to the platform they are approaching. She winces when she sees Mike. He might be a badguy, but Twilight still feels a bit bad for having some part in someone being disfigured. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That isn't going to stop her from stopping him, though. As Staren and Ainsley start diplomactic options, Twilight hops out of her car, and in a shower of sparkles that flow over her body and coalesce into...well, usually it would be her Harmony Armor, but with how this world's magical fields work, what appears on her is a set of biker gang-style road leathers. A thick leather jacket, leather pants, both with a few tassles and her QT-mark emblazened on the back of the jacket and the flanks of the pants. Twilight blinks as she notices the change in her usual outfit, but disregards it quickly since there are more important things to deal with. Last to appear is her magic book, which hovers about her like some sort of fairy. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Glorious? How is it glorious to kidnap people and threaten them with harm?!" the purple pony asks, shaking her head. "I don't know what you are trying to accomplish, but these guys are just lost and trying to get back home. You have no right to keep them from leaving." she says as she joins Staren and Ainsley.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:165|Ren Tanaka (165)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ren narrows his eyes. "What I'd really like to know is why you're even chooing to make this your stage. This is a million light years away from Creation, how did you even /get here/? What nudged you off course and into that spaceship in the first place?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mike's head tilts- I'd say 'Mike tilts his head', but it's probably more accurate this way since it's not very likely Mike is conciously doing anything. He listens to what Ainsley and Staren have to say... and crosses his arms, giving this really unpleasant grin that's made much worse by the burns. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, I'm probably fine with standing down and letting /them/ go," Mike- well, no, 'Jesse' says. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maria can't really say anything here, because gags, but when she spots Kirika out of the corner of her eye- and lands in Kazuko's arms- she desperately motions with her eyes to the aliens as well. She's kind of attached to them.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"After all," Jesse continues. "You were never really meant to be the audience for this performance, if you know what I mean? Everyone was a means to an end, even you."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"This is kind of a swansong, after all. And I perform for the BIG crowds. I'm going out with a final number the city'll never forget. I've been priming the atmosphere for quite a while now- all of that terror and despair after they lost, what was his name? Elvis Presley?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So-" and this time, the voice is coming from the red, jewel-studded reliquary that's all of twenty feet away from where everyone's rolled up on. <br /><br />Back in Amarillo, red sparks crackle from the people all over the city, taking the form of angry, buzzing motes of essence that begin to bleed out of people. Unnatural storm clouds begin to blanket the sky, and the energy forming in the city starts flowing out towards here.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Metal, machinery and wreckage start to magnetize, implode and transform around the Yaoguai reliquary, fusing into a humanoid shape made of heated steel. Whitewashed wall fragments cling to a cylindrical torso, red earth becoming a rigid cape-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Mike drops to the ground as the swirling ghostly energy fuses with it-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Let's give him back to the people! But I really think they should be careful what they wish for. Amarillo and its inhabitants will forever remember the rampage of..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"The..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;http://i.imgur.<span style="color:om/fjkMLs7.png<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;corange">A N T I</span> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="color:orange">K I N G</span> <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqXEK0hogNk<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley and Junkie XL<br />ELV1S - 1968, 2002</span> <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, that's so not right," Ren grumbles.<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:165|Ren Tanaka (165)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ren narrows his eyes. "What I'd really like to know is why you're even chooing to make this your stage. This is a million light years away from Creation, how did you even /get here/? What nudged you off course and into that spaceship in the first place?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mike's head tilts- I'd say 'Mike tilts his head', but it's probably more accurate this way since it's not very likely Mike is conciously doing anything. He listens to what Ainsley and Staren have to say... and crosses his arms, giving this really unpleasant grin that's made much worse by the burns. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, I'm probably fine with standing down and letting /them/ go," Mike- well, no, 'Jesse' says. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maria can't really say anything here, because gags, but when she spots Kirika out of the corner of her eye- and lands in Kazuko's arms- she desperately motions with her eyes to the aliens as well. She's kind of attached to them.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"After all," Jesse continues. "You were never really meant to be the audience for this performance, if you know what I mean? Everyone was a means to an end, even you."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"This is kind of a swansong, after all. And I perform for the BIG crowds. I'm going out with a final number the city'll never forget. I've been priming the atmosphere for quite a while now- all of that terror and despair after they lost, what was his name? Elvis Presley?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So-" and this time, the voice is coming from the red, jewel-studded reliquary that's all of twenty feet away from where everyone's rolled up on. <br /><br />Back in Amarillo, red sparks crackle from the people all over the city, taking the form of angry, buzzing motes of essence that begin to bleed out of people. Unnatural storm clouds begin to blanket the sky, and the energy forming in the city starts flowing out towards here.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Metal, machinery and wreckage start to magnetize, implode and transform around the Yaoguai reliquary, fusing into a humanoid shape made of heated steel. Whitewashed wall fragments cling to a cylindrical torso, red earth becoming a rigid cape-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Mike drops to the ground as the swirling ghostly energy fuses with it-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Let's give him back to the people! But I really think they should be careful what they wish for. Amarillo and its inhabitants will forever remember the rampage of..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"The..."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;http://i.imgur.com/fjkMLs7.png<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;corange">A N T I</span> <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="color:orange">K I N G</span> <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class=" bold_fg_w bg_n ++ hw">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqXEK0hogNk<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley and Junkie XL<br />ELV1S - 1968, 2002</span> <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, that's so not right," Ren grumbles.<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ainsley lets out a disappointed sigh as this develops. Amarillo itself was the audience, was it? She looks off toward the city, full of people just pouring with anger and hate, and turns her attention back to the developments that are drawing all of that emotion. She had activated her Arcane Sight for this, watching the flow of emotion. Hate is all she gets from this sight.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But all anger has a root cause. An expectation spurned by life's inevitabilities. These people are angry, at least some of them, because they loved Elvis and the music he brought to their lives. They're angry because they need someone to blame. Angry because they have no explanation for this tragedy.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So Ainsley holds out her hand at the great big twisted golem, and tries to use her 'essence,' the magic of her being, much in the same way the entity was formed. She tries to pour all her understanding of love and of excitement toward it, to combat the hate that fuels it. To drive a wedge into there.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A strange, warm, fuzzy feeling emanates from her general vicinity. She smiles a little, but only to focus the emotion. To communicate it properly with her spell.<br> <br>

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 |Location=Amarillo-8 <A8>
 |Synopsis=It's time to finish this once and for all. And what better way to do it than with a musical number?
-|Thanks=to the talented Mallowkey at http;//indieblueshipper.tumblr.com for the artwork used in this scene.
+|Thanks=to the talented Mallowkey at http://indieblueshipper.tumblr.com for the artwork used in this scene.
 |Cast of Characters=42, 151, 165, 411, 481, 513, 686, 711, 942
 |Tinyplot=Invaders From Outer Space

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 |Location=Amarillo-8 <A8>
 |Synopsis=It's time to finish this once and for all. And what better way to do it than with a musical number?
 |Cast of Characters=42, 151, 165, 411, 481, 513, 686, 711, 942
 |Tinyplot=Invaders From Outer Space