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[CertifiedRobotLover]

It wasn't comfortable being aware of someone's exact moment of death, even when you care absolutely nothing for them. It wasn't the sadness that something was over that James was feeling, no, it was rather a taste of frustration. That his puppet wasn't as perfect as he ought to have been. That he had been such a pathetic creature that he wasn't even of much use before he died of idiocy. Annoyance with himself, that he'd failed. Failure disgusted him, but this was a minor one, and one that he could easily overcome. No, it was not failure, he did not fail. He quickly adjusted his plans to make the most of the situation. Not a failure, merely an obstacle to be stepped over with all the beauty and grace that he knew he embodied. And so he did, and so it was over, with the last breath of a puzzle piece that he no longer needed, for even before it was lost he had already changed the picture. He didn't even have to clean it up, someone would, eventually. It was no longer any of his concern. What was something to concentrate on were the pair that continued on, completely unhampered by his toy's last ditch effort. They were transformed, and he could just smell the colors oozing off of them and staining the previously pleasantly dark hallway. It made him sick, dizzy, like he was breathing in too many chemicals. He scowled and broke into a light trot, holding his skirts above the muck that the crystal seemed to be presenting them with. He wanted it, wanted his team to do their job and get it, wanted to hold it right in front of the faces of his enemies and flaunt their failure.

The only thing now was to decide where to go and what to do. He could go to the car and wait, perhaps grab some stranger and puppet them, but then he'd have to make them a pawn, and he didn't have the time to manipulate them like he did Lorenzo and his master was probably in no mood to give some puppet powers in the middle of an operation. So that clearly wasn't an option. He would have to expose himself to someone, and that was unfortunate, and yet, why spare anyone the chance of knowing just how wonderful, how amazing, how purely perfect Jet Black really was? But if he was going to make an entrance, he was going to make it where multiple people could see. The two behind him were a start, but nowhere near what he truly deserved. Still, they'd lead him where he'd need to go, to have a truly good time. A party, beyond words and expectations. Not that anyone was expecting him to show up, or even expect him to exist at all, but if they did, he would still blow them away. Without even trying. But oh he would try, and oh wouldn't they just swoon in line, as they ought to. It was only proper, to behave as such in front of someone as astonishing as himself.

And if he was going to come out and say hello anyway, he might as well take advantage of the pair already nearby. He dropped down, skewing his legs in front of him, bent at the knee just so, and began to cry, a frightened, hysteric blubbering that would have embarrassed him if it weren't just the perfect thing for the occasion. They were, after all, the heroes. Surely they would stop to pick up a sobbing, perfectly dressed girl stranded in a dark and frightening environment? Well, if they did, he'd just follow closely after them and he would still get his way. It would just be easier if they took pity on his sobbing. He could hear them get closer to the end of the hallway where he'd chosen to drop himself. He gave a little scream, crawling backwards a bit, as though he had heard a snake. "Wh-who's there?! H-help." He cried, honey dripping from his tongue, his voice the softest, sweetest feminine voice he could muster. Who wouldn't help that voice. He almost gave himself a standing ovation.

Currently: A Damsel in Distress
Wearing: Pictured
Location: Southern Hallway of the Tower of London
Mood: Excited

[Leelee_Mraz]

Albin hissed as the passioned stranger persisted. The fuzziness in his head also persisted. A faint ringing in his ears joined the moment, and it all seemed to grow worse the more he looked at the dark figure that had presented himself before them. Albin tried to take a moment to clear his mind of the new strangeness. he had little time to do so as the man quickly moved to attack. His target, Purple. Albin’s heart leapt nearly out of his chest as he watched. He could swear that it did not beat again until he registered her safely dodged from the attack. He watched as she maneuvered away from the man, anger building in him. “ I don't know who you are, but it is clear who sent you.” He hissed at the man. He prepared to assist the woman, but providing a shield, but Purple had already begun an attack on the young warrior and he didn't quite want to interfere in the case that she might be hurt by her own attack.


As Purple pulled him off, he notices more scorpions waiting in the wings for their turn to get into the fight, luckily there were not discriminating. The scorpions began to move to antagonize their new “friend” as well. Albin tried to think quick about what to do. he didn't have any offensive powers. As they ran, dodging scorpions, he closed his eyes and whispered. “ Spectrumize” Albin blurred and began to split off into seven of himself, the true him in purple, still holding on to Purple’s hand. The other six colored Albins descended on the scorpions, engaging them in combat, tricking them, distracting them while he and Annabelle made their exit. They were heading back the way they came. Part of Albin wanted to protest, they hadn't really searched the courtyards, but he was eager to check on the others. None of them, including himself, had been prepared for what they had encountered. He wanted to see the others and make sure that they were okay. He could already tell that none of them were seriously hurt.

As they came back to the space where they had all split up, Albin yanked his hand away at the sight of a strangely misplaced girl in pink and Red and Yellow standing, transformed, having arrived in the room at precisely the same time.. “ Are you guys alright?” Albin then skid to a stop at he had been sure that he had heard a scream, a different noise persisted. Crying. it came from the girl. Albin moved a bit closer to her. “ Where did you come from? How did you get in here?” he questioned her as he looked at her confused. Perhaps she was a fan that had tried to follow the band. Albin scratched his head. He was anxious, because they all must look very strange to her. Especially him, who was currently purple. Also with the action at hand, they really didn't have time for this.

[Redhanded]

Simone was doing what she was paid to do and did professionally: she was being sneaky. Okay so technically speaking she was paid to be loud and bang on things, but that was when she was being Simone. Right now she was Dark Grey and Dark Grey was going to get that crystal for her master.

There was one of these Rainbow sluts who would know how to find that damn crystal if she could shut up long enough to actually listen. That Green one... that Green one was poison and could feel it. She would point to that crystal like a goddamned compass.

Luckily Frankie, as usual, was taking all the attention for himself and she was able to move silently behind the Green b***h. A band of darkness shot out of the dark corner, wrapping around Victoria's mouth. Another two grabbed her wrists, two more on her ankles, and a large band wrapped across her chest and arms.

"Come to me little girl," the darkness whispered as the girl was dragged backwards into the corner, devoured before she could even scream.

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Midnight made a noise of pleasure as one of his thrusts landed on that little purple burst's arm. He was set to attack again when a rain of sharp blades shot at him from all sides, forcing him to drop down and roll backwards to avoid getting skewered. The tiny points tore his loose clothes and left nicks all over his skin.

"How dare you even dare to touch me!" He shouted out at their retreating backs, "I am the Knight of the Black!"

His head was killing him. He could literally see the discordant sounds as they echoed down the ancient hallways. The thump of their feet on the flagstone really seemed to actually be thumping against his head. He had to stop them. It was his job to stop them. He took off after them, hacking and slashing at scorpions and spiders who got in his way.

[CertifiedRobotLover]

They were reconvening in the center then, those that hadn't found the crystal in their area. The remaining must be hunting it down. He hoped his comrades were off hunting it down as well. All it would take would be one of them. James had the utmost faith in his bandmates, they were perfect after all. Perhaps they got on his nerves once in a while, but his personal affections for them did not stop them from being perfect. Although he sometimes wished they did. Regardless, he knew they would take care of the pair that were far too close to the crystal for comfort. In fact, he knew they already did. Because promptness was part of being perfect, only fools and trash wasted time. He couldn't wait to meet them face to face. They must be so tired of working with his awful little toy. Such a cheap thing, it broke so quickly. He wouldn't apologize though, his plan had worked out nicely enough and he was above apologies. He kept his inner wanderings secret, continuing his frantic hysterics pinned against a wall in the central space. It seemed to be working. As they filed it, not one of the colors regarded him as a threat, or even paid him much mind. They seemed to be slightly more concerned with the creatures that pursued them from the depths of this cursed tower.

Of course, a sobbing girl in a bright pink, elegant dress wouldn't go unnoticed for very long. One did, and he was concerned, of course he was. James recognized him from the files his master had given him. White. The color lay so heavily on James' tongue, bitter and fuzzy, like orange juice chasing mint. It was awful, and this man was awful, even masquerading as violet, his true self whispered through, and made James sick. But he was there, and he could prove very useful. Yes, he could be very useful. He slowly looked up at him, bangs went from tears clumping together in front of his left eye, his right eye slightly puffy from tears, unsightly but important elements. He raised a shaky gloved hand to wipe at the tears still clinging to his eyelashes, inwardly lamenting that he'd have to redo his perfectly applied mascara later. "I, I, I just wanted to say h-hello and ask i-if you had any bars to su-u-uggest" He blubbered out, curling tighter against the wall, his deceptively slender arms gripping the dress tightly. A few more frightened sobs followed after, a loud unavoidable racket; he knew it would draw more creatures, but more importantly, it'd draw their undivided attention, and perhaps the attention of his fellows that weren't busy chasing after what was rightfully theirs.

James chanced a shakey smile at the young man. It'd be a shame if his companions came to fight four colors at once, it was just unfair odds. James wasn't one to fight unless it was necessary, he wasn't fond of the idea of touching his enemies. They might rub off on him, how hideous. He shook slightly, and widened his eyes as much as he could, using the small moment to gather up his strength, properly using honey tongue. "I'm scared." He murmured, pinning his eyes to his opponent's. "I'm scared and all alone. The band's my heroes. You're heroes aren't you? Aren't you my hero? You are, You are." He smiled, pushing his magic forward. "I need my hero to protect me. There are so many that want to hurt me. All these monsters want to hurt me. These people do too. They're strangers, aren't they? You don't know them, they're just here to assault me. You have to protect me from them, you must promise." His voice was thick and sweet, unnatural in its curving tone, sharp and soft at the same time, sinking its teeth into this man, soothing over its own bite. "Promise."

Currently:Getting himself a new temporary toy
Wearing:Pictured
Location:Tower of London
Mood: Gleeful

[GodsOwnDeathAngel]

The noise was unbearable. Just unbearable. It drove Victoria to her knees and when the noise finally abated, her hands were hesitant to lower from her ears. The positive of it was that the spiders had exploded around them. There was goo in her hair, on her dress, and smeared on her skin. Oddly enough, it wasn't bothering her. There was something... pulling at her midsection, insistently, drawing her in a different direction. A little gasp escaped her and she jumped to her feet. "Alex!" she called. "We're going in the wrong direction. The gem is-"

Someone- something- grabbed her at several points as a nasty, slippery sort of voice whispered in her ear. She tried to scream; the sound was devoured by the shadowy substance over her mouth. In moments, she was back in the darkness, struggling as much as she could. It was like she imagined wrestling an octopus would be. She tried to scream again and again, just exhausting herself.

[GodsOwnDeathAngel]

How in the seven circles of hell did Albin get so far ahead of her? Maybe it was because she kept looking back to see if the man with the sword was closing in on them. Maybe it was because she had let go in order to keep herself free and open to fight back, defend him. She was the warrior. He was simply a healer, a guide. The poor thing had no place here.

Annabelle literally ran into the dark-haired young man, knocking him away from the girl in pink. "What... Go! Run!" She turned and looked at her fellow warriors, Red and Yellow. "Niet! Nothing is what it seems here. Trust no one and nothing. If this girl is what she seems then she had better run, but otherwise, we have bigger concerns than a lost woman, and she is slowing us down. Bezhat', you fools, run!"

Again, she grabbed Albin's hand and headed for the center of the courtyard so that they could head to their next destination, the Northern tower. She hoped that this would be where they could find that damned shard so that they could finally move on and be free of this hellish tower.

[Nathan_Pierce]

"Any ideas?"

As soon as the words left her lips, silting past her forming pout, the sound of a small child's laughter ripped through the small room, twinkling voice echoing and bouncing off the walls enough to send a chill down her spine. Wide apricot eyes snapped over towards the source of the adolescent's gleeful merriment, wincing back as her slender hands whipped up to the sides of her head, palms pressing firmly onto her ears to smother the sound out of her skull. From elsewhere in the room, the others were talking, her fellow Spectrum Warriors were speaking, but that sound was lost to her as she beheld what had dropped off the ceiling and landed right in the middle of the room. Her garments blew back, fluttering about her bust and stomach, and all at once the disembodied laughter came to a point.

"ONE DOWN! KILL THEM ALL!"

As if the faceless laughter wasn't bad...

The creature in the middle of the room shuttered.

She couldn't help but stare into the beast's wild yellow gaze.

She couldn't help but lock her gaze onto the Cheshire Cat grin spreading further and further.

In a wicked Glasgow Smile, the ends of the creature's mouth ripped apart its face, spreading the corners of its mouth closer and closer to its ears.

Something about that smile made her brain itch.

Lit up her nerves and made her skin crawl; she couldn't look away.

Something about that smile made her blood boil.

Pulled her own angry, bitter sneer across her delicate porcelain features.

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b***h be Crazy!
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The young woman's long, orange pigtails fluttered along with her garments, long hair seeming to catch in a wind that wasn't present. Her face distorted, sneer seeming to drag across her face some inner, pent up hostility uncharacteristic of the Orange Warrior. The young woman's fingers curled against her scalp, driving long polished nails into the sides of her scalp as a low growl rumbled out of her throat. She couldn't explain the sudden adrenaline coursing through her veins, the sudden rage that gripped her every being. Tangerine locks whipped about her frame as the air currents in the room suddenly picked up into a swirl, spiders getting caught in the wind and struggling to carry through their intended flight paths.

Now a sound finally escaped Kiara, belting out into the room in a snarled, berserker rage, copper eyes growing wide beneath heavily furrowed eyebrows, "WHIRLWIND!"

A snap crackled through the air, and with her voice, the burst of a tornado picked up in the room, starting directly around the Orange Spectrum Warrior and carried with it the spiders that had lunged at her. The arachnids hissed and spat, finding themselves pulled into the sudden twister as they whipped about the creator of the sudden whirlwind. The tornado bulged, expanding outward away from her to recklessly tear at anything in the room.

Anything.

In.

The.

Room.

In the middle of the room, the transmorphed guitarist simply stared at the woman with glowing yellow eyes, hands against the sides of its own head loosening their grip. Strangely enough, despite the wide, inhumane smile peeled across his face, despite the sudden onset of a tornado in the room which caused its fur to ruffle and whip, the beast's eyelids seemed to fall heavy. Its grin never waned, never slipped off its human-like maw, as its shoulders relaxed. As if the creature's body was loosening, it seemed almost in a peaceful trance watching the chaos that brewed in front of it. In the limp state, its body started to slide, getting carried in the direction of the roaring winds that now threatened to engulf the entire room.

Spiders were flying recklessly through the air at this point, some splattering and smashing against the walls and ceiling as their bodies were flung. Tables, chairs, hanging frames dislodged themselves from their resting places, taking to the air alongside the helpless bugs. Kiara's eyes snapped over towards her fellow Spectrum Warriors, but the look she gave them was far from acknowledgement of camaraderie. Victoria had dropped to her knees, as if the Spectrum Warrior was being torn towards something not present in the room. The Orange Warrior's eyebrows furrowed deeper, stark hatred etching across her features.

If looks could kill...
Her right hand flew up, and with it came harsher winds, now tearing the tiles off the flooring and sending them airborne.

Straight towards the pair that only moments ago, were on her own team.

[Leelee_Mraz]

Albin’s eyes drifted again from his team and to the strange girl who at the wrong time had found herself in a very strange place. Albin's head started to feel fuzzy, and he found himself unable to take his attention from the girl. His mind suddenly seemed cleared of the mission as the girl spoke to him. He found himself taking a step forward toward the girl. Then another. He hung on her words. It was like suddenly they supplied all the breath he needed. His suspicion had faded away, and all he wanted her to do was stop crying. To be happy. Her words seemed to swirl around him in a hypnotizing dance. “ Hero?” he said looking at her, his words slowly escaping him. Then something cleared his head. A tug. A tug of his arm. It was nearly painful to do, but he turned his head to look at the source. Annabelle. Her words took a long time to process. At first they felt slurred , but they began to clear and sink in. Albin's heart began to beat faster. “ Oh. yes. The crystal...” He said looking at her as she began to pull him away. His head felt fuzzy and when all the fuzzy was gone Albin realized that Annabelle was right one. There was something was not right about that girl. He only hoped that Red and Yellow had picked up on that and were following.

They moved toward the north. Albin gained speed now that his senses were back to him and ran with Purple. He realized as they ran that they they were still holding hands. Two purple warriors holding hands. They were quite the sight. After a moment the rest of him came back to him and he returned to his normal coloring. His spectrumize attack must have put him at greater risk when he was separated. Maybe that was why the girl’s strangeness have affected him so strongly. Albin didn't even have time to blush. Something moved into their way as they ran and Albin stopped and grabbed Annabelle by the waist , just as a giant snake crashed into their way. It pulled it’s neck back and hissed heartedly. “ Whoa!” Albin took a deep breath and released Purple, whom he had pulled quite close to him. He jumped back again as a large spider jumped down behind the snake, venom dripping from flared fangs. “ Goodness. “ he thought that that scorpions had been bad. It was getting worse. That was sure to mean that they were getting closer to the crystal. “ We must be going the right way. The crystal is manifesting beasts for it’s protection. “ he said backing up and looking behind to see if they had anymore company, friendly or otherwise.

[Sukimari-234]

❝ ㊋ Scαяℓєtt Jαиє Bяσσks ㊋ ❞

Lσcαtiσи: Tower of London, Heading Northxxxxx ωiтн: Yellow, Purple, and White

Scarlett felt worry pulse through her being as the figure was too fast for Luiz. Guilt pushed through her as she looked at the battling two in almost panic. Why had she jumped out of the way! She should have stood her ground and taken on the figure.
"L...Yellow!" In her worry for him, his true name had almost slipped past her lips. Her bare shoulders relaxed as he shoved the body off of him and stepped next to her. Violet eyes narrowed lightly as she looked at the man dying in front of them. While Scarlett knew that she had never seen anyone die in front of her, something told her this was not her first time.
Scarlett stepped back as the man on the ground lunged at them. Her grip on her sword tightened as if she was considering just putting him out of his misery. Frowning, Scarlett sheathed her katana just as Yellow grabbed her hand. Allowing him to pull her away from the sanctuary, Scarletts long legs allowed her to keep up with him easily.
Holding his hand made her almost uneasy. Was he just doing that to make her keep up with him? Frowning, Scarlett probably should have been more upset about the current situation than how holding Luizs hand made her feel. As they grew to a stop, Scarlett's hand tightened on his as she suddenly felt as if she couldn't breathe for a moment. A brief flash of green caught her as her body felt almost drawn towards the direction where green and orange were. She felt as if they needed help, but how would she know things like that? The feeling almost drove her to her knees.

As purple and white ran past them, Scarlett felt her body pulled after them. Allowing herself to be pulled after then, Scarlett tried not to let the feeling get to her. She felt like she needed to go check on them. Glancing at Luiz, she wondered if she should say something. Looking ahead to see some gigantic spiders and snakes. They did not have time for this! Frowning, Scarlett pulled her free hand back as a ball of fire grew in her hand. Slinging her hand forward, she threw the fire ball and to zoomed past Annabelle and Albin to slam into the snake's face.
"Guys! I have a bad feeling about Orange and Green!" If there was ever a time to talk about it, now was it.


[[ooc: Scarlett post away! Hope that it is okay. ]]

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RED!

[Leelee_Mraz]

Luiz Alves

Hey Luiz:
What are you wearing?: This.
Where are you?: The limo...
What's on your mind?: transforming? I wanna try. ^_^

Luis pulled to a stop a Red’s words. He could feel something going on with the others too. White looked back at him. “ Go. Alex.” Luiz turned and began to pull her back the other directions. The warriors were more important than the crystal and something was feeling really off. He ran toward the others, his hands were extended ready to throw bolts at any of the creatures that blocked their way, and there was plenty. It seemed like the snakes, spiders and scorpions were multiplying. Eventually the two made it to the group. The wind in the space had picked up to dangerous levels. He spotted Kiara.Wow... she looked different....and angry. “Orange! “ Luiz shouted. “ What are you doing?!?” She appeared to be out of control. “Orange! Stop!” Luiz hollered. This warranted torrent of wind knocking him back into the hallway and into the wall. He groaned and sat up slowly. What happened to her...? He thought while moving to painfully stand back up.