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[magic_to_do]

Who: System Crash and mallgoers
What: A ridiculous publicity stunt A concert.
Where: South Vista Mall
When: Saturday evening
Warnings: Dumb eighties music? None really.


[It's a busy Saturday evening at the South Vista mall. Besides what appears to be some kind of minor construction project on one of the mezzanines, it's like any other day.

Or it is until all the lights go out. Then, an array of colored lights flare up, accompanied by a voice.]

Heeelllloooo South Vista mall~! We are....

[Then more colored lights, now focused on that construction project. Except, now it's a stage. Band, instruments, and all. People are starting to gather around curiously.]

SYSTEM CRASH!!

[They start playing. Not just one song, but an entire set. Mostly happy or playful songs like What's Goin' On or The Neverending Story. Run with us is pretty popular with the crowd and they close out with The Last Unicorn. The entire time, Trucy is putting the full weight of her two levels of music power into the performance, trying to influence the audience to feel excitement and fun. They are enjoying this, they want to see more. She's asked the rest of the band to try to push those feelings too. She doesn't know how many of them can do this, but it's worth trying.

When it's over, Trucy addresses the audience one last time.]

If you thought that was good, wait'll you see what we have planned for you next.

[And with a wink, she bows. And a flash of multicolored pyrotechnics obscures the stage. When it fades, the band is gone.]

Comments

[tigermillionaire]

The guards shatter the windshields of the cars, a metallic crack and screech accenting their fall. Something like this should really have killed any normal person. Even with whatever enhanced stamina these guards seem to possess, however, the strike is enough to put them down, at least for now. The three of them lay on the hoods of the cars with their legs twitching, occasionally trying to right themselves with shuttering, uncertain movements.

The guard wrestling with her is knocked down, trying to keep hold of her with a clamp-like grip even as it happens. Steven is being pulled away - unable to fight like she is, and his own body functioning as a shield against her wild blasts of water.

"Lapis!" he yells, not knowing why. The guard has wrapped their arm around his neck, pinning the child's body to his chest as they begin to retreat. Steven is held prone, his eyes shut in terror and confusion. Whatever this creature is, it could easily snap his neck.

[oceantier]

Her name. He's said her name.

All the water gathers again -- all the sewage, the ice water, into one writhing mass. For a single instant it gathers, hovers . . . then dives into the inhuman thing holding her, ramming through its mouth, through its teeth, down its throat, in its nostrils, into its ears at full force.

She wrests against its grasp, shrugs and yanks as its grasp loosens, stumbles after the boy who knows her name, yanking the water in a small explosion out of her former captor's head. Her eyes are wild, not fully present.

She has one goal only.