Lore: Fantasy Shift

~Skip to ballet~

Azami: *walks into the room with Blossom* You ready, Blossom?

Blossom: Yep. ^^

Makon:*looks at a watch* Hm, I'm supposed to be at the ballet thing, but...*looks into a bag* Couldn't really resist all the girl's clothes that store had. ^//^ *hears a scream in an alleyway* ?.?

Makon looks around a corner into the alley and sees a lot of corpses, but no blood. Near the end a man has another man held up against a wall, their faces visible, one looking particularly youthful, with green hair and red eyes and a sadistic expression on his face. The other's clothing torn apart, along with some of his limbs and is bleeding profusely as result.

The former draws his face in close, losing his violent expression as his metallic black neck suddenly opens to reveal a cluster of talons. The victim looks towards Makon and faintly utters the words "Run while you can", before the talons drive themselves into his throat and begin to tear him to shreds and breathing in the flayed flesh. It's only seconds until the work is done and only weaponry and clothing remain as the talons close back around the killer's neck. The murderer turns to Makon and advances toward him, paralyzing him with fear.

M-2:You should have ran. You're quite foolish aren't you? You seem to be afraid of something...and a waste of time. I'll make this quick for you.

He raises an arm up and points his gauntlet point-blank at Makon's face as the level on top cocks back. As the level travels down the length of the gauntlet again, sparks fly as it accelerates. Just before it lands and creates the puff of air that would kill his target, Makon is gone. A smile replaces his initially blank expression.

M-2:Where are you? *looks down at the bag* Well I suppose I'll have to destroy your stuff then. ^ ^

M-2 aims his gauntlet at the bag, and as he's about to ignite it, rounds from Makon's revolvers make M-2 stagger into a wall, putting him into a slight daze.

Razer:No one sets my pretty clothes on fire! Die meanie! *fires a barrage of rounds into his target before reloading them and looking down on his heavily injured foe* I thought you'd put up a better fight than that.

Razer picks up his bag of clothes while not noticing M-2 consuming a corpse before turning to him and noticing that he is regenerating rapidly. He turns invisible before jabbing M-2 in the head with his gun-blades multiple times, the latter retaliating by slashing at Razer with his disk of blades, cutting terrible gashes into his legs even though he jumped to evade it. The neko falls backward as he lands and pain shoots up his leg. M-2 head injuries regenerate.

Razer:How the hell...?
M-2:You're a real idiot aren't you? ^ ^ I gave you an easy way out and you rejected it. You seem to be a very rude boy...you are a boy, right?

M-2 jerks his disk-blade-wielding arm back and the blades fold up around the central handle to form a long barrel which he pounds into Razer's stomach and fires. The noise is incredibly loud, causing the neko to cough up blood, some of which lands on M-2's face, who joyfully licks it up before suddenly spitting it out in disgust. He withdraws his weapon and turns it into a compact form which he places into a specialized sheath. He loots a health potion carried by a corpse and feeds it to Razer, whose wounds begin to heal. M-2 face has long returned to its blank form.

M-2:I am...very sorry. I didn't realize you were made by Zera too. ^ ^u
Razer:*sits up* Wait, what?
M-2:*looks elsewhere so as to not make eye contact(out of some shame)* Well...we are of the same gene pool. Your father manufactured me in his lab after you moved out. *picks up Razer's bag and looks into it* Why do you have girl clothes in here? Your blood tasted like a male's...
Razer:O///O *snatches it away* They're....uh.....for a friend! Yeah! That's it! I just got them for her birthday today! ^ ^u Hehe, yeah. Hi-her birthday.
M-2:*looks at him for a few seconds, blinking* You can't tell it right now, but I'm extremely confused...
Razer:^//^u Never mind, let's just go. *gets up and is about to fall over form exhaustion, but M-2 aids him*
M-2:You seem to be weary. I'll take you there. ^ ^ Oh, and my name is M-2, what're you designated?
Razer:Makon...just leave the ally and go left. I'll tell you when to stop.
M-2:Might I suggest you using the clothing you have bought? Yours are...kind of inappropriate.
Razer:*looks at his shredded clothing* >//> Right. *takes a set of clothes from the bag* -.-
M-2:?.?
Razer:TURN AROUND! I'm not changing in front of you. *looks away*
M-2:...confused. *turns around*

A long black ship sails into the city's harbor and begins firing it with extremely fast and accurate cannons.

Azami: What's going on? *looks outside to see a nearby building get bombed out by a cannon shell* Oh dear.

Blossom: The hell is going on?

Razer:What was that noise?
M-2:I wouldn't know...*turns around* are you done y- *gets smacked*
Razer:DON'T LOOK! >//<
M-2:...so you are done?
Razer:>//> Yeah.
M-2:Why are you so embarrassed?
Razer:I usually only dress like this when no one's around....so now everyone's gonna know I'm a crossdresser! *cries*
M-2....*picks him up and walks out of the alley, following his directions to the ballet building*

Amidst the chaos, pirates dressed all in black begin raiding the city of all of its treasures and money.

Razer:This is kinda weird...ok, you can set me down now, I think I can-*gets set down and collapses on his knees* Do you poison your weapons or something? God I feel really weak....
M-2:No. You lost a lot of blood in that conflict. It would probably be best to get you out of the city when your friends come out to ask you why you're dressed like I girl.
Razer:Ugh. Don't remind me...

Blossom: *Looks out the window to see the chaos going on outside* Oh god dammit, really? *Sighs* Just when we were about to get started.... You up to taking these guys on, Azami?

Azami comes out dressed in a sweater dress.
Azami: Makon, we're getting out of here. Let's go. *takes his hand* Ummm.... Are you OK? Are you sick? Why are you on the ground?

Razer:Oh, it's nothing, I'm just exhausted. *gets up weakly* Let's just go, I can manage that.

Blossom: ....And he's gone..... *Sighs as he heads outside to find Azami and Razer* Oh, there you are. Thanks for letting me know that you left...

Azami: I wasn't taking any chances, Blossom. *starts running away*
A pirate draws his sword in front of them and Azami jumps, does a twil and with his fan unfolded conjures an energy slices that halves him and the group runs over the corpse as it sprays blood*

Blossom: Nice... *Conjours his scythe*

Azami: There's no time for that. We gotta leave.

M-2 leaves the group unnoticed, mostly cuz Razer's energy is all invested in running upright.

Razer:God, what the hell is up with this? *fires rounds on any pirates he sees as he keeps up* They could've chosen a different day to invade but nooo, they need to be dicks today. >,>

Blossom: That's what we're doing right now... >.>

Azami: I know. Fierce is reeeeeally gonna be pissed that a bunch of pushover sea bandits shelled and raided her city.

Razer:Oh right, that too. They've gotta be idiots to do this.

Blossom: Yeah.

Marcus slices pirates in half with one slice.
Marcus:Time for Blood letter to live up to your name.

Azami: Yeah. They obviously wanna see what a god's wrath looks like. A nearby building collapses completely as they come up on Ezridus throwing pirates around the entire area in a mad fit of rage.

Ezridus: You assholes destroyed my city! Now you will suffer 100 times for each building you've destroyed! You! *picks up a pirate by the neck as he tries to crawl away with only one arm and a stub of a leg* Tell me where your leader is!
Pirate: I-I...The harbor! Just please don't hurt me!
Ezridus: You obviously don't know who I am. I don't give mercy! *squeezes the priate's neck tightly before slamming him into the ground beneath her feet, created a crater and drenching herself in his blood and flesh*

Azami: And there's the god's wrath...

Blossom: You're worried about Fierce? Just think of what your mom's doing with these pirates. Q.Q

Marcus:Oh man. he's right.

Azami: She couldn't be any worst. And why would she even be here? None of this concerns her.