Star of The Show [Psyche-Terrorist Dungeon]

The witch's attitude turned on a dime from incredible anger to a cocky cackle when Patricia bounced her off the floor of the static-filled haze. Her frustrated screams were met with evil laughter to drown them out.
"AAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAIIIEEEE...!!! How 'bout YOU take a fuckin' nap, BITCH!" All was immediately forgiven and forgotten as she pranced around the battle arena basically freaking skipping, twirling her staff and giggling like a little girl. She was bringing herself closer and closer to Superbia with each pass so she could kick her in the gut while she was down, y'know, show the bitch who's boss before they left but it looked like shit wasn't over yet.

Wicked jumped backward, pulling her revolver to point it forward along with her staff with an excited grin on her face. Oh shit, Round 2! She was gonna freakin' explode on her this time! But her amusement again shifted back to fury when an angel erupted from her body. Because of course it had to be a fucking angel. Patricia grit her teeth and rolled her neck, slowly rotating her staff in her fingers. Payback time. Don't fuck with a witch. Her staff would charge with energy as it lazily spun, hissing and popping but everyone wanted to talk instead of fight. Patricia sighed in exasperation but would take to the background and let everyone have their say before she did anything. She got to kick some major ass, it was only fair that they got to do their philosophy bullshit. The mage really didn't see the point of talking to it, it was against them, they already beat it, like, they didn't need to justify themselves or anything just blow it up! It was seriously frustrating, why couldn't people just do stuff and figure it out later? If this thing was gonna sneak attack'em it was doing a pretty good job distracting them by just saying anything.

When Rusty finally gave her "permission" he'd find that Wicked's staff was already pointed at the divine being, she was gonna shoot it whether they wanted to or not. It was still dangerous and like, she wanted to. So there.
"Pssssh. Step back or get rocked, dude. Y'all talk too much," she responded dryly.
"Yo suck my dick you piece of holy shit." Talking was boring, this thing needed to die and she was gonna freakin' make it happen. Patricia's staff discharged a shot of pure mana at toward the angel, aiming for the chest.

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Unison looked at the body of Superbia falling to the ground as Wicked lashed out at her, the abomination they were fighting changed back into the woman from before, and As Unison relaxed a little now that the battle was over she looked to her allies to see if any needed aid, thankfully it didn't seem to be the case, and so she got ready to see if Superbia was still alive, her goal was not to kill her after all.

But then a light started to shine down on the fallen woman's body, and a being erupted from it, and in front of them all now hovered an Angel, and Unison only took note of it so much as she seen Superbia was still laying their, her body twitching from the angel leaving her body. and as the creature spoke Revenant and Shotaro answered it.

Unison seemed to ignore the creature, she walked past it, and gently grabbed Superbia and pulled her away from the creature, she had seen Wicked circling her earlier, and she wasn't about to let the woman injure a helpless individual, though as she did so she had her pawns help as well, all nine of them moving Superbia away from the angel.

Listening to Shotaro and Revenant's answers Unison looked up "Yes I do remember you mentioning something about that Shotaro...." she said as she looked to Wicked who was getting ready to blast the angel.

Finally Unison looked at the angle "Your hold over this woman are gone...Maybe now we can see what she is really like...without your influence...good or bad...at least she will be herself then..." she said as she looked over Superbia, at a safe range away from the angle now, and making sure she was still alive.

"M͘an d͝e͜c͡idińg the̡i͜r o̡wn ͠d̵ȩst͏iny?̡ ̵T҉h͡ey ̀couldn't͡ ̴e̴v̷ęn͡ m̕a͢k̶e̛ a̵ ̕mea͏ningf̵ul͞ ̀step̵ for͜ward to ͢p͠r͞ogr̕es̢s̕ ̨ha̢d įt̷ ͝no͢t ͢b͏e̵én̢ f̢or the Qu͟e̢e̷n ͏b͠ri̢ng̷ing̵ o҉r͢d̶er ҉t̶o̵ th͝e̕ Ch́a͞o͢s͠ ̸ỳou҉ ͜a͜ll̶ w̡il̀ĺfu҉lly ͏br͏oưght to ͝yours̴e̵lves!̷ ͏Y͡ou͜ ͜deem ̛tea͏ring̛ èàc҉h ot̷h̴e̸r ͠apárt̨ nat̨ur̕a̴l? ͠Do͠ no͟t ͜delųde ̢y͝our̨s҉el̛ve͝s͝ ̴i̕n͡t҉o y̶òur̢ own h͡úb͡r̶is͏.̀ Ru͘in w̢òul̢d be͘ ͝th̨e ̀o͘nl̶y͢ ͞r̨esul͢t̶ ̛Ma͏n͢ ͢wo͠u҉ld͏ ̕h̢av͢e̕ br̶o͠u͘ght the̷msęļves͟ ̨i͟ņto̶ s̸ho͞ul͝d͞ ̶t͠h́e͝y̡ ̕be̡ le̕f̢t to̢ the͏ir ̨o͡w̸n̕ ́d͏evi̸c͞e͟s̨!"͟ the angel scornfully replied to Gabriel and to Cecil. This was always the case with these foolish beings. Always allowing their own arrogance to lead them. They could scarcely take responsibility for the consequences. They needed an iron fist to rule them and a caring hand to nurture them. Man has always been a chaotic being and this the angel wouldn't disagree. If only these foolish humans could remember what happened in the Eternal Divide. But the creature wouldn't be able to ponder over this any longer. The flash of energy from Wicked caused it to howl in pain. Soon, it began to dissipate into golden motes of dust. "̢M҉ay ͘e̸t̵er͞n͠a̴l̡ ̕d͜am̨nat͡i͞on̸ cl҉ai̵m ͠y̛ou!̡ Yo̸u̶r̷ ̀s͡in ҉sha̴ll ҉n̵e͟v͢e͏r͜ b́e͝ f̨o̸r̀g̨i͘ven͠!̨ I̧g̡no͠ran̕c͏e̢ ͜sh͡a͡ll͢ ̛n͡o͝ ̸l͏on͞g̵ér be ̸you̡r̡ ̢s͢h̡i͘e̢l̷d͞ from҉ the p͡u̷n̢is͠h͝men͟t ţhat ͏ẁil͞l͝ ̶r͞ain o͘n ̨you̡!͢ ͡Thi̧nk͟ ̀on̷ thįs̨!̴ Wh̛at͜ wi͠ll y̧ou͢ ̛do if͡ you̵r̵ p̛áltr̶y ͡c̕r̀u͞s̛ad̛e ͠b̶ri͠ngs̨ ̴ru̕i͝n͜ to M͏an͟ ins҉t͞e̵ad?"

It painfully leered at the part. If Mankind didn't want the protection of their gracious Queen, so will come the dire consequences. Soon, the angel was gone and so was the light. The room was just there with the Platinum Playhouse and the comatose Superbia. But before any of the Psyche-Terrorists began to take their next course of action, the door to this studio opened and in came a suited man. He walked further inside as he carefully carried the small saucer with a filled coffee cup on it. The expression in his face appeared droll and exhausted by the grueling and mind-numbing hours of pencil-pushing. Yet when his eyes laid on the scene before him, it would be the first time it adopted any expression aside from glum disinterest.

Patricia didn't particularly care what the angel had to say. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before. Blah blah blah the Queen is great blah blah you're terrible blah blah blah this is a huge mistake. Dude. NO ONE cares, c'mon. All these self-righteous people, geez... Wicked's eyes lit up as her shot connected and the divine prick started to fade from existence.
"Ahahaha ashes to ashes, dust to dust, bitch! Shyeah whatever, I'm already goin' to Hell, might as well make some friends along the way and enjoy the ride. See ya there." The witch rolled her neck from side to side, her tone calm but her mood significantly improved from putting another angel in the dirt. Like, this whole deal wasn't her fault. They shouldn't have tried to kill her in the first place. Karma's a bitch, huh? She was finally satisfied after getting more than what she came here for, so maybe taking Superbia to the ground wasn't as fun as she thought, she got to kill an angel and that was preeeeetty damn rad. Like, how many people get to call themselves Angel Slayers? Yo that sounded metal as fuck though! Eager to keep the ball rolling Wicked took to spinning her staff lazily while hooking a thumb over her shoulder with the most deliciously bad idea in her brain.
"Haha okay, so who wants to make a special evening announcement...?" she tantalized before they were totally interrupted.

Wicked looked at the man. Then to Superbia. Back to the man, then down at herself, and back to the man.

Ahhhhhhh fuck...

"...oh. Um.... THIS isn't the set for Featherman R: Camelot Force! Whoops, musta took a wrong turn! Ah ha ha...." she lied poorly. Lies totally aren't saving their asses from this one, they got caught red-handed. Wicked would rest her staff behind her back and subtly poke Shotaro in the hip with it.
"Heeeey man, I think we need get the fuck ooooouuuut of heeeeeereeeee..."

Revenant sarcastically waves off the angel as it breaks down into nothingness, the light fading from the room. Before he could say anything of his own, or reply to Wicked, however, they had a new arrival in the room. One who...honestly couldn't have showed up at too much worse a time.
And...he had Superbia's coffee, too...
It was almost amusing to see Wicked fumbling, to have her awkwardly deliver such a blatant falsehood.
...alright, who was he kidding? It was hilarious, and he was only barely holding back the laughter, though admittedly that might have just been the result of the stress and its catharsis.
Laughing like that wouldn't help now.

Revenant dismissed his weapon, and quickly glanced to Shotaro in a plead for assistance before he cleared his throat. "Simply visitors in your employer's domain. She was possessed...and now, she is not. To tell the truth, I'm hoping that the influence she was placed under was responsible for her disposition - it cannot have been pleasant working under her as she was."
The things this suit of armour did...he'd sound like Wicked did now without it, fumbling away. He glances to Superbia, then the coffee the man was carrying, then the one carrying once more. "Might you help see if she will awaken? If nothing else, she would probably appreciate the coffee she requested at this moment." He looks over to Unison. "...would you mind helping him? Hopefully she won't require your ministrations, but best safe than sorry."

He looks back to man. "Might I ask your name?"

Unison didn't bother herself with the new person, it sounded like the others were not attacking him, and for all she knew he was an innocent, so she left them to handle that, she herself was gently tapping Superbia's cheek to try to waken her, granted she was ready to call on her Pawns to hold down the woman should she turn violent, but she had no visible weapons on herself nor was she holding Superbia in an aggressive manner, she wished to talk with her when she woke up, not fight her or finish her off or anything of that nature.

The man that can in was simply a worker by the seeming of it, granted he could end up getting more security, or something of that nature, but at the moment Unison was more concerned with the unconscious Superbia and making sure she was physically unharmed, after all she would be their means of information. Basically letting Superbia to rest on a sofa with her sitting along side her, the older woman's head resting on her lap, the only position she could think of that would hopefully let her knwo there was no aggressive intent.

"They just finished their shoot in the afternoon! Wh-who the hell are you guys?!" The man was clearly not convinced while still trying to demand for answers. The cup he held began to shake as he worriedly surveyed the entire scene before him. One of them seemed to actually answer his question, but a dude in some knight get-up? Sure this was a studio and all, but why here with his boss? She normally didn't take part in any of these shoots at all. Before he could answer, Trinity would feel a sudden fist bashing against her face. It was fast and hard enough to force the Psyche-Terrorist into a momentary stupor. Superbia clumsily rolled off and struggled to get onto her feet.


"P-psyche-Terrorists?" It took him a while, but the realization was there. Each and everyone of them was weird enough to be one. But to think they could just barge in like this and with her superior looking helpless, it just made his day even worse than usual. If he ever survived this, a resignation letter was in order faster than anyone can scream "You're Fired!" He began to step backwards to the door and the cup in his hand began to shake even more as coffee threatened to spill over.

Gabe was pretty much silent for the moment from when the demon was dispersed by the use of the witches's powers.  He had a bit of a content look on his face for the time being, but it was also a little unreadable. He was going over all of the more possible things that he could do while everyone was left to their own devices. But much to Gabe's dismay, someone immediately walked in while Nola tended to the somewhat wounded Superbia. Leave it to Nola to cater to the enemy, but Gabe let her have her way for the time being. Besides the witch rampaging about, everyone seemed to be pretty levelheaded about the situation, or tried to be, Knight himself tried to be the voice of reason.

But then...

*smack*

The sound of Superbia's fist hitting Nola's face as she staggered was met with the fact that superbia barked at the fact that they were terrorists.

"Yes..... we are.......... terrorists...."

Generating his flame dynamo card, Gabe's sleight of hand technique along with the exponential skill with playing cards allowed him to flicker the card over the side of the exit that the man came from at high speeds.


"If you step back any further.... you both will die here....."

The coldness from Gabe's eyes met with both Superbia and her attendant.  It was a bit of a bluff, but apart of Gabe maybe meant it. Maybe it was the part of him that he kept locked away, the part of him that wanted to be different from skelker. He didn't want them to force his hand, but Gabe's desperation of avoiding government capture was not something he would bluff with.  The emotion was felt from his words, he will be the person he didn't want to be, but needed to be, for those who chose to follow him in here to walk out alive.

" Your ashes will spread throughout the entire studio and the only thing that will be on the news tomorrow is how a waste of life and her lackey perished in a way even worse than the other district leader, along with the outline of where the bodies used to be. "

Gabe's persona then came out as well, taking on a bit of a maniac like appearance of unpredictability and terror.




"I require your full cooperation, deviating from anything other than our instructions and requests will make for a very short visit for us, and the unexpected end of life expectancy for yourselves.  Is that understood?

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The man trembled at the show of power Gabriel displayed in this studio-office full of equipment. While he couldn't quite clearly see what the Persona looked like, it was still clear to him that it was dangerous. A normal individual like him could see that clearly like day. There was no way to escape and no way to get out of this alive if he ever bothered to defy him. The coffee spilled to the ground and soon the cup followed to shatter. He stared at it and then back at him fearfully. "I'll... I'll do as you say..."

"You moron! Do you seriously think they'll just let you go after all of this?" Superbia seethed at the timid man. This can't be happening, being forced to all of this. But she was helpless without any power at her side and being at their mercy, nothing can be done. It was a mortal blow to her own pride. But the secretary-intern only looked down to the floor without meeting her gaze. "W-what do you want me to do?"

"We are going to be doing a little bit of an emergency broadcast, I want you to set it up so that we "terrorists" can make our statement. I'm sure you can handle that, right?  Being front row and center with an exclusive of a lifetime with the ones that took down your beloved boss. Might be an understatement though, she's quite the bitch. "

Patting the man on the shoulder as he brought him forward so that he didn't trip Gabe's trip, he would motion him over.

"And cappuccinos is a winner's drink, shame on her for having it ordered to the wrong person. Now, look at this mess on the floor. Tsk tsk......but anyway....... get to work......."

The District Head thundered at the secretary as she realized what the Psyche-Terrorists were planning to do. No, no, no! Not only were they even able to defeat her, but they were going to use her channels and her own handiwork to sully her any further? She would rather die. Yet, she just couldn't move from where she was with all her power was gone like before. He pondered quietly as Superbia continued to screech and scream at him. Finally he nodded, the screeching continued while she tried to begin to crawl towards him as if wanting to get his hands on him. But, her advance was slow and nothing could stop him as he began to set up the equipment...

When it was all over and done with, he gestured Gabriel to the center of the stage. The cameras were focused on that very spot. All it needed was a spokesman to introduce himself and then begin speaking... "It's... all yours."

Getting on the stage, Gabe would start to begin to reassure the public.


"Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt this program to give you an important announcement. We are the Platinum Playhouse, and we are here to tell you that the news you all tune into every day is continuously whitewashed with untruthful government propaganda. Anybody who does other than what was ordered of them basically disappeared off the face of the earth, forceful actions caused against the good people of Endymion by the district leader Superbia. It's not insubordination to print the truth, it's not a mutiny to hold our "government" accountable for whatever false pretenses they preach. We had that right, we had that choice to speak our minds and we surrendered it, and for what?! Wake up! You shouldn't be afraid of us, we bleed for this city. It's superbia, and the rest of the district leaders. As you can see, not every terrorist has to stain their hands' blood to get their point across, that's not how the playhouse operates, that's not what this is about. No one died, and no one's hurt in this studio. "

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With the broadcast going on, the powers that be was already sending units into the studio. One vexatious guard sent out a widespread order to barge inside and apprehend these criminal elements. As Superbia was defeated, the Cadets arriving would notice how empty the studio was. Perhaps this was as a result of the District Head's loss of power. Whatever the case, they could hear the spokesman speaking at the far end of the facility...

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Gabe was trying to keep his cool, but he was both passionate and angry at the same time. He wanted his words to reach the heart of these people, he wanted his city back, and he wasn't going to forgive anyone who used these same demons that caused this mess to manipulate them for the rest of their lives.

"What Superbia had, or better yet, the "privilege" that the queen gave her, we stripped her of that. And do you know what we found?! A demon, you heard me, a demon! The source of the queen's grace is "demons", these were the things that ruined our homes, killed our families and loved ones, the things that they claim to protect us from is what they're using to govern over us. If we continue to let them, we will never be free, and if going against that is terrorism, THEN WHAT ARE THEY?! THE SOURCE OF OUR STRIFE IS OUR SLAVERS, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! People of Endymion, it's time to wake up and take your city back, take back control of your lives. That is our goal, to free the city from the queen, and for those in charge to be judged by the people they betrayed, THE PEOPLE OF ENDYMION! The liberation of our freedom is the only thing worth fighting for, and that is why we fight. "

After that, gabe wrapped it up

"Time to go..."

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If there existed a hell then Cecilia had no doubt she was in it at this moment. Though her wounds had long since healed, heavy burdens continued to weigh down crushingly on her shoulders without relent, revelation after revelation screeching futilely for attention inside her head as she forced herself forward with what scraps remained of her pride. As she rushed through the streets of Vista Square toward the building a barrage of sounds blasted her ears all at once: the sirens of police cars, the murmurs of the gathering crowds, and the speech broadcasted across the teleprompters all blended together into one deafening screech of white noise that only grew louder and louder the closer she got. Her head ached with agony and her stomach twisted itself into knots as she realized what this all likely meant... There was no way this could be a coincidence. What happened at the ballroom had to have been a diversion! It was all one elaborate conspiracy, an attack on the state too well-coordinated to be anything else! She cursed the clowns under her breath, panting as she kicked the doors open and barged into the studio only to see a familiar face.


She didn't say a word. Of course it had to be her. Who else could it be after her earlier outburst? The pink-haired Cadet let out a sigh and shook her head, motioning for her silver-haired companion to follow suit as she rushed through the alien landscape, her mind devoid of any questions even in the face of what looked suspiciously similar to a Domain. Faith was all that mattered right now -- faith that she could make up for her earlier failure, faith that the populace wouldn't let themselves be led astray by false shepherds, faith that refused to let her believe for a second that any good could come of this sedition and heresy. After everything she had seen... Fake or not, she couldn't let herself fazed by this. She was a tool and she'd play the part as best she could. That was why she was here in the first place: she couldn't rest knowing that the city and one of its leaders was in danger, that some filthy terrorists were spitting in the face of the order that she and her comrades had struggled so hard to uphold, the order she had thanked and praised every day of her life for saving Endymion from that nightmare five years ago. No matter what the specifics of what was going on, this had to stop, and if necessary then she was more than ready to sacrifice herself to see that through. Her head looked back to her partner and she forced a confident-looking yet ultimately hollow grin onto her face as they marched on.