Star of The Show [Psyche-Terrorist Dungeon]

"Goddamn, I don't even have a screaming OL running around to point at with my baby here. What the hell gives? Invidia was more fun than this shit." the masked Persona User grumbled irritably as she tapped her shotgun against her shoulder. She looked around the entire immediate space within the studio. Unlike the tall building people normally saw in day, it was a complete entire beast inside during night. It was crazy to see all these televisions sitting around in a given space. Were all news studios like this? Aya could care less.

Unlike that previous night, it was quiet. Much too quiet for Aya's tastes as she distastefully let her shotgun settle against her. It was poor firearm safety, but who gives a shit? Where pandemonium and mayhem was rife in the earlier raid attempt, it was just too dull and empty. But that shouldn't be the case, the SMILE TV station should've been open tonight. Where was the screaming confused horde of sheep trying to run for their lives?

Xombie gave a nonchalant shrug, but he couldn't agree even more with her. He was hyped to make up for the last mistake, especially when it seems like that Skelter dude actually pulled it off. Maybe he actually had something than tall words and empty promises. Something perhaps even the Government could learn from for all this propaganda they keep spewing out, like this Superbia chick.

The two noticed the rest of the team was finally arriving. Even despite the mask on his face, he gave a smirk at the arriving motley crew. "Hhheeyyy! Nothing's funny happening. Kinda boring, I guess. Got a weird broken down studio shtick going on here. Ya guys wanna bounce? Maybe Superbia has some uber-evil meeting with the powers that be like all Saturday cartoon villains have. Heheheh..."

Arriving at the entrance, Shotaro would tip his hat to his fellow terrorists while having determined look in his eyes. He had a good feeling that things would be different this time around. "Regardless of people being here or not, unless they start turning into demons, the innocent masses aren't our concern. The main target should be in this area somewhere, we just need to find out where she is and take her down. Nonlethal preferably, I think it's better to get the full squeeze of orange juice in cases like this, the resources might be invaluable. "

This would be said as soon as everyone arrived. He hoped they would feel the same. Why else would they come if they didn't? If there was another way to go about freeing the people from the government's control without mass genocide, Gabe wanted to explore that.

"Rule of thumb, if we take too long, we might attract a powerful demon who would want to join in on the fun. Not the kind of detour I'm interested in making, especially if it endangers the lives of the others. "

Freakin' finally it was happening. Patricia had been waiting all damn day for this, less looking forward to it now and hoping to get it over with. Her head felt like a railroad spike was being hammered up her nose and she couldn't think straight because of it. There was so much pressure like right behind her eyeballs, she could feel her heart pounding in her temples. But she was here and if anything else if nothing could relieve her headache she could take the pain out on some uppity media slut that thinks she's all that. Wicked would hold her hand over her eyes, trying to block out the offending light by seeing through the gaps through her fingers until she came upon everyone else. Patty immediately dropped her hand and pretended like nothing was wrong in the first place. Fuck, she was never drinking all that shit together again.

"Hey yo!" she'd call back sweetly to the guy with half a skull. Now these guys looked like fun! The troublemaker could already tell that the name of the game tonight was wrecking shit and she planned on scoring the most points. But they said it wasn't fun. Patty could fix that.
"Haha yeah right, I bet she's scheming up a way use TV to hypnotize people. Or like y'know just the usual evil stuff like jacking up cable prices," she joked back to the cool dude with white hair.
"Ya know though... if no one's here then we have the place to ourselves, riiiiiight...? Who's up for thrashing the place? While we're at it I think I might wanna make a special evening announcement..." she teased with a half laugh. Like, that was one of the bigger reasons she was there. It'd be totally boss to do the whole terrorist comes on TV to call out the cops thing and there wasn't shit they could do about it.

But others started showing up as well, leaving her to question why the hell the bar was pretty much empty that one night. New guy in the tux looked seemed like he had a stick up his ass, guess only half of them were cool.
"Hey, no one's gonna die or anything," Wicked encouraged, "Buuuuuut I am planning to get some blood on my boots, heheh. That bitch is gonna eat tile with a freakin' spoon, dude." Then he said, like, the most awesome shit. Patty's eyes lit up as she began to interrupt.
"Aw sweet! That totally sounds-"
"Not the kind of detour I'm interested in making, especially if it endangers the lives of the others."
Patricia went from a fist pump to slumped shoulders. Yeah, he was freakin' lame after all.
"Psssht, whatever man. You guys are freakin' dull." She waved him off and rolled her neck, hoping it'd make the pressure in her skull go down a little.
"Who else are we waiting on? Like, if I don't get to blow something up in the next five minutes, I'm gonna scream."

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Unison walked in, she had to get some things done earlier in the day but everything was now figured out and dealt with, Though as she walked in and heard the chatter she could already think of a few things that may happen or might be happening, she so far had to look at the allies gathered and ask herself if this was the group of people that would do what was best? three of them seemed more interested in fighting, killing, and destroying things, they would have been more at home with the other group lead by the man that had thought the same way, meanwhile, all the people that seemed to want to do things more along the vein of what Shotaro had wanted....for some reason decided to side with a man that wanted ot act as bad as their enemies.

Worse yet two of the ones that had left was after they had a talk about working more as a team, about trust, and they then left them to pursue a means of countering the government by stooping to their level essentially, honestly Unison and Trinity and all her siblings, had no real Idea anymore what to think. Selenus was dead, Takeru had seemingly disappeared, and Shotaro? he seemed changed as well and she wasn't sure if it was for the better yet. She was alone again, the only other two people she tried to put her trust in once more had simply given up on that and abandoned them. Now here they were with three people more keen on causing bloodshed and destruction...

With a sigh she walked towards the group "More then likely they may try to use our actions here as propaganda, given the person we are planing on fighting, they more then likely didn't expect us, but if they have then they may be trying to collect things to use against us here, random destruction will only play into their hands" she said coolly and calmly as she looked to the group, her full body veil shrouding her body which was wrapped up in leather belts from head to toe, revealing nothing of her skin. Looking to them all she simply nodded to Shotaro as she looked at them all once more and continued to wait for the other members that were planing to show up.

Under a new name and a blackened helmet, Revenant enters the scene, his every footfall punctuated by the sound of metal colliding with the ground. Beneath the impassive guise that covered his face, there lied something of a solemn expression on his face.
This was his first venture with these people...and if the talk of death and failure he'd heard upon first joining with the Playhouse held any truth to it, their track record was not so great in the past. And yet, here he was, readying to assault a stronghold of the government by their sides.
Briefly, his gaze drifts to Wicked...just about the only person here he really knew about. The power she wielded was terrifying - as was the way she wielded it. But she was something of a known factor, which was more than he could say for anyone else.
Gambler Shotaro, for one. He'd proven himself a charismatic fellow with a distaste for death, but that was all he really had to operate on.
And then there was Unison and that...unusual, outfit of hers. He knew even less of her, other than that he'd likely made a poor impression on her.
This was who he was with...who he had to support in this fight.
Time would tell how they would fare.

And then, there was the party ahead of him too, a duo he knew not the names of. One playing with a shotgun...which was not confidence inspiring, and another who seemed eager but less outright manic, making jokes of how deserted the place was. That was less worrying. "If she is having a meeting with the legion of evil, then I would think it is our place to be gate-crashers, no? It's a climactic episode today."

He listens to the others...and sighs. "This is no time for argument. We know what we are here to do, and we will get it done in one form or another. So let us move, shall we?"
Raising a hand overhead, Revenant calls his greatsword to his hand, swinging it down from overhead to drive a rift into the ground beside him. "It is time we made some news."

There were new arrivals making their mark and way into the studio. It was clear that they were Psyche-Terrorists themselves. Almost as if like the previous group that left the Playhouse, a number of them promised to be insufferably boring, something that is to be expected with the magician-looking Psyche-Terrorist and that weird bondage chick. But out of all them, the new chick with the huge hat and trench-coat seemed like good fun. Aya drawled in approval towards the Psyche-Terrorist, "Hell, I thought you'd never ask. Would be hella lame if we just showed up and just left without messing someone's shit up. We'd make shitty Terrorists, if anything."

"Who even cares if they get anything out of us? We're Psyche-Terrorists, it ain't as if there's anything else that'd take even more of a piss outta our reputations anyway. It's just another Tuesday in the day of the Queen's Endymion." Xombie scoffed at Trinity. Propaganda or not, in the end, they were Psyche-Terrorists. Not much was going to change that fact. They were here to eventually overthrow a corrupted part of the Government. It was as simple as that. Plus, he just didn't really like any of these boring piss babies. But this other newcomer might make it less dull at least. "Mister Knight-In-Shining-Armor's right. Let's not keep our esteemed District Head lady waiting. We're the stars of the show, aren't we? Then it's show time!"

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As usual, some of the people weren't too fond of Gabe's way of thinking. However, that was ok with Gabriel, it didn't bother him too much if they just wanted to go wild and didn't care about anything else. "The aftermath is not my concern, those who have it coming, I guess it's alright if you rampage a bit. Feel free to maim, but killing is off the table if we can gain more of a value from these district leaders, even more so if there is a lot more for if we have them in one piece. All I'm asking for is a look at the bigger picture, that's all. For example, being a terrorist isn't cheap. I hope you don't mind a few pit stops for treasure if we ever come across them?"

With that being said, Gabe would then start to turn on his treasure radar, hos persona temporarily appearing in order to reveal the hidden jewels for them to find along the way. These kind of things were standard for Gabe, he felt as if it was a necessity to utilize anything and everything at their disposal. "Let's make some tracks folks, we shouldn't keep the district leader waiting.  If we don't go off on our word of bringing her crimes to light after we embarrassed the poor woman, she might actually have the nerve to retaliate if we don't take her out tonight. It's quite a gamble....."

As Gabe put his hands in his pocket and started to pick up the pace, he looked at these televisions and wondered if they had any sort of function besides just being there. "There is another idea that I think these televisions do, perhaps by interacting with them, it'll travel us through other televisions around the area? I kind of doubt it more or less, it could move the dungeon around.  But when it comes to the gimmicks in place in order to stop people from getting to the one that makes this place look so corrupted in the first place, I wouldn't put it past that woman to do anything other than the sort. " However, Gabe did notice the newcomer and decided to acknowledge. "Hey, newcomer!  I wanted to apologize in advance, we don't have the time to break you in smoothly. This is a big hit.... I hope you won't lose your nerve."

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Yeah the chick with the belts was boring too. Wicked put a hand to her head and sighed, more from the intense headache she was feeling more than out of frustration. It felt good to close her eyes, the bright lights seriously weren't doing her migraine any favors. Patricia agreed with the two looking to cause trouble, naturally, but Rusty seemed like he was game enough. That was kind of a switch. Maybe she was rubbing off on him or something, he was kinda shy the other night.
"Yeah, you're right!" she'd pipe up sarcastically, "If only there was a place where we could, I dunno, control the flow of information to the masses? Like, it'd be super convenient if that was the place we were hitting right now." Patricia might have come off a bit pissier than she meant too but she seriously didn't feel like dealing with this shit while her head hurt. But it looked like everyone was as eager to get to the violence as she was and she didn't want to keep them there further worrying about petty junk. It was time to get the show on the road.

"Shyeah, let's get this party started!" she'd exclaim, twirling her staff into her fingertips as she prepared to finally do the thing she came here to do and break the living fuck out of anyone or anything that got between her and proving to that prissy little cupcake that she wasn't as big a deal as she thought she was. She'd grin past her headache as the dude in the tux spoke a bit more. Wow, he wasn't as lame as she thought he was!
"Hehehehaha, so we're gonna rob the place while we're at it, huh? I'd be totally down for that!" Might as well, right? They were breaking and entering and about to commit assault and destruction of property, what's a little armed robbery on top? He was even okay with her removing some teeth, so like that was cool.

Moving through TVs was seriously crazy but like, she blew stuff up by thinking about it so it wasn't totally off base. Patty didn't think about it too much, she didn't need to. The only thing she needed to focus on was how she was going to beat wholesale ass. She'd giggle in response to Tux's little greeting.
"Hehehehe, don't worry hot stuff, I like it rough," she teased, "And I don't stop until I'm satisfied, you don't have to worry about me backing out. I'm Wicked, like Wicked Witch. Just ask Rusty, he'll tell you I can drop a house on someone hahaha!"

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"Indeed. It would be quite beneficial to us if such a thing was the case, no?" It really was hard to resist chiming in after Wicked's comment. He wouldn't do it normally, but there was something about wearing this mask - well, helmet, technically - that filled him with a certain type of confidence he normally lacked. It was kind of freeing.

Revenant shoots a sharp look at Shotaro as he readily concedes to allowing the rest of the party to maim people. That...was not the impression he'd had of the guy. He basically just said 'do whatever screwed up thing you like as long as they survive it.' That's...kind of even more fucked up than just murdering them outright. He understood that concessions may have to be made to help hold onto the support of many of their current allies...but that was far too easily said.
His grip tightens on his greatsword. If what he heard was actually representative of what would be happening and who he was dealing with...it might just be that the line between Skelter and the Playhouse might not be so stark as he'd thought.
It didn't sit well with him. They shouldn't be going out of their way to inflict grievous harm on people. It was edging closer to a boundary he didn't want to cross. Unfortunately...it was probably necessary right now.
All he could do was keep quiet on the matter for now.

...he could probably stand a little robbery though. "Ill gotten gains are ripe to be lost in the manner they were acquired in the first place. Even if they should be legitimate goods...well. I still cannot say they are any more deserved." They could probably replace most of whatever they got their hands on anyway. And if they couldn't, all the better. It was probably a petty way to strike at the government, but it was a way to hit them, so who was he to complain about the particulars?

Revenant sighs. There was only one person that could possibly be Rusty out of everyone present. "It's Revenant, not Rusty. Not that I expect you to care too greatly... He shakes his head, and turns his gaze to Shotaro. "I will assure you - your problem will not be her losing her nerve. It will more likely be getting her to stop once she has started, and I would not envy you if you were in that position." She was stronger than him, easily.
Everybody probably was.
...it was not a comforting feeling.

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Unison listened to what was once more being said and as Shotaro mentioned Maiming was okay she turned her head to him "So you are okay with them sinking to the level of those others that had chosen the more violent path? Where will that lead us I wonder....and will it be a place we wish to be at the end of it all..." she was clearly not happy with his words but she said little against them other then that, Then the robbery, it was true they needed funds, and it was quite likely that what ever was here was gained through unsavory means, She decided to say nothing in this regard, she was there to free people, to let them live their lives free of fear and control, maybe even co-existence with Demons if possible, it was worth the shot but with people like those that took the rest of their group, and those currently in power, that seemed to be a dream that was quite far off. and the thought that she would die long before that world she wanted to see happened was starting to look like a real possibility.

With that said though the group started to move and Unity walked with them "While Shotaro may allow you this, I will not approve....regardless though I will protect and heal you all...I only hope you do not take things to far and make me regret my duty..." she said to the three that seemed more eager to be destroying things and hurting people. With that finally said she walked with them, looking at the place around them, the lies that must have flowed from this place, under the guise of being truth and being for the good of people....all of it just a form of control that was used against the people it pretended to serve....it sickened her just to look at the place, so she finally gave in just a little "However...destruction of the things here that produce the lies and try to take the freedom and truth from people should be destroyed...." and with that she continued on with them.

The issues she had was the fact that they had to be here and the other group had set out to take down their last target, hearing their target was almost enough to make her go with them truth be told, but the words sent to her from her first friend was what had stopped her from going, and it was words she was going to make sure she stuck to, she wouldn't be tempted to slip to the same level as the government, she was going to make sure people remained free, the thought of her friend Ragnarok....Selenus....made her take her triple barreled shotgun out as she walked with the group, and she started to check it, making sure it was in working order, these people...she only knew one of them...but that didn't stop Ragnarok from sacrificing himself to protect them all....the others betrayed that sacrifice. Her grip tightened on the weapon as she thought this. She was going to make sure it wasn't a sacrifice in vain, she might not agree with everyone here....but she wasn't going to let any of them die if she could help it.

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As the group followed down the path and their self-styled leader, they would soon come across a pair of individuals conversing with each other. It was easy to tell that they were demons. At the moment it looked as if they were busy talking to each other rather than noticing the intruders.

"Aye heard dem Psyche-Terurriests be giving dat Invidia the big what-for dat night. Really would hate to kno' mah last moments as chow," one of the demons remarked.

"You don't really believe that, do you? These government heads aren't a pushover, you know," the other seemed skeptical of the matter.

The hat-wearing demon shook his head wryly. "Ya think so? Didn't ya hear the House of Cards close down? Mighty suspect d'ere, bud."

"Who knows? Maybe they just needed renovation. But now that you mention it..." the cat-like demon put a thoughtful paw on their chin.

The demons continue to converse between themselves. But soon they may notice the Psyche-Terrorists if they don't hurry.

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"I'm only half joking, roughing them up to prove a point and murder is two different things. They killed a comrade of ours, remember? We shouldn't give too much of a gentle hand if they are willing to go that far. I'm not saying we should do the same.... we need to handle things differently from what skelker intended... but we have to do this right. I guess maim was the wrong word.."

Putting a hand up, Gabe would notice that there were a few demons conversing among each other.  He crouched down slow, singanling to the others to get into position as the demons spoke.

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It looked like he hadn't been the only one with objections...that was good. For that matter..."Maim was surely the wrong word. There are worse things you may do to a person than end their life."

That was all he would say before the group found, and subsequently attacked the demons.

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Before she could even get a chance to blow everything to hell Rusty had gone in and just annihilated one of them. Huh. She didn't think he could do stuff like that, she thought he just hit stuff with a big piece of metal. Neat. Well... Wicked could either blast the other one to kingdom come or she could try something a little more entertaining. Wouldn't it be awesome to be the monster to the monsters...? The witch cocked her staff over her shoulder as she sauntered over to the cat, stooping down to it.
"Aaaaww... Now you're all alone!" she taunted with fake pity. "And no one's coming to help you either! Aaaaaww! You know what that means, riiiiiiiight?" The degenerate would stand tall and pull her revolver from her coat, angling it down toward the creature.
"We're gonna play a little game now! It's called give me a fucking reason..."

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