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Something had interrupted their fun happy almost-pizza party. Something dark, something almost familiar...

Something very very loud.

Etyam didn't wait for an explanation for anything, not even the floating letters. If this guy wanted a fight, he'd come to the right place. Well, that or pizza. They'd certainly find out which he wanted in a moment--

He drew his gun from under the table and fired a single shot into the black miasma.

The bullet bounced off the jukebox and the song suddenly changed.

"EVERYONE ATTACK!" shouted the red-heart in the back, and his eyes were actually red too if one stopped rhyming to check.

Nala arrived, and looked around. Her outfit was gold, fancy, and well- she might have been wearing gold panties. For some reason this was important to her-

Then she remembered. She was the Bishop, the Adviser, and her king was certainly not black.

"EXCUSE YOU PRINCESS"



"I came for pizza, none of your shenanigans. Mr. Art-hur. Mister blacker than black, darkest night dragon whatever you are. Mr. Might-actually-be-a-miss'. She gave him the hand.

A BACK HAND.

"THERE IS ONE TRUE KING AND YOU AN'T IT SO SIT YOUR a** BACK DOWN."

"Don't worry about him honey, he always looks that way." Reap crooned with a toothy smirk over at Rojand. "He can't help it, its how his face is." He did wish the guy would stop wiggling though. That was pretty important.

"Give me a second, I'm just going to punch this guy in the face for you. I'll be back."

And rather than putting him in the seat he shuffled Key right into Iron's lap instead. "This is Iron. He'll look after you in the meantime. He's lovely."

Someone struck out. It took him a second to realize it was—

The Black King.

His ship. Big yet so small and comfortable at the same. Spacious hallways lit up with white lights, and the familiar sound of hover bikes zooming around the ship. His ship. His home, his domain, and everyone within it were under his care. But really, what he had only and always for was to return to the stars—

“Good question,” he answered, now decked in white as he leaned toward the Red King. Funny how all the other kings were coincidentally gathered. Slowly, the White King turned toward the king of revenge and his order to attack. While he wasn’t much of the type to follow orders from someone like him, if the Red King was game for it then he supposed he was too. He slid out of his seat, coat billowing behind him as he spun around for a roundhouse kick at the so-called True King.

Truly he was sticking around thinking about food, really why else would he be here?

The attack was sudden, and everything shifted.

His once greyed out form became a chorus of pale blues and rich purples. It was as if a blink of an eye was all he needed to awaken.

And then he saw what his king was doing, even if the red haired one had moved him off a second later.

"...Uhm. Thackery, What the HELL are you doing?" Why the hell was he on someone elses lap? Was he jealous? Oh ******** yes.

And following the battle cry he went over with his little knife and got stabby.

Looking out over a city that was theirs. Power unfathomable. Tigers, drugs and ******** pools of money. Everything he could ever want in his hands. He was the b***h they hated, the one that they loathed and he exulted in it. He was the arm candy of the most powerful man in Vegas. He was Queen.

He was dressed in exquisite tailored blue, tiger pelt boas, bling, so so much bling, shutter shades, expensive watches.

He was Blue. And he was ******** fabulous.

"Jordan honey. Cheer up, your face might stay that way."

Maybe it was mob mentality, but Palem followed the crowd in attacking the False King - False King, that term came to her like with everyone else. Because her King had been the one to attack first.

Her grey skin and pallet darkened to a deep true black, her only color - well, she only had one color before too - changing from blue to a deep red. And outline really and a little more intricate clothing and designs. It was a contrast with the white pole arm she held in her hands. (It didn't do much damage).

The Tower

She remembered that, she had been known as The Tower. And like a tall structure, she just kind of stood there after, staring at the others.

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