☆TRACK XIII: HIT THE BOTTOM PT 2

[interdimanagers]

It’s almost the very end of the Tokyo tour when it happens. There was no way for anyone to be sure when exactly Gold would strike, but at least with the information gained from Silver and their dreams, the rebels have been able to prepare and lay in wait. Despite some effort, contact with Gold has been impossible. It isn’t until Lesedi has presented herself on stage that Gold comes out of hiding. It’s a special occasion, presumably. Maybe our of arrogance, or maybe as some key feature of her plan, one of the final performances is Lesedi Santiago herself singing. The crowd loves it, irrationally so – it’s clear to anyone that knows what’s going on that by this point Lesedi could be making fart sounds into a microphone and the audience would swoon. The magic is thick, and the civilians are all but zombies in its wake. So much, so, that they don’t even seem to notice when Gold drops the entire metal lighting structure right onto the stage, on top of Santiago, mid performance. Gold rides the structure down, and metal bends and grinds, screeching as lights explode and sparks fly. It’s so brazen that even Lesedi doesn’t seem to be expecting it. That becomes all too obvious when the nebulae emerges from the wreckage, furious and literally glowing with astral energy. Her song and its momentum has been cut like a rope, and the stage has fallen down like the figurative piano. “What is this?!” she screeches, indignant beyond words but ostensibly not actually hurt. Metal shrapnel bursts into the air as Gold emerges as well, a powerful aura surging around their masked form as well. The remaining musicians that were dosed with Gold’s powder some months ago will feel a strange pull against their spirits. “You.” The word is cold, in contrast to Lesedi’s fury only a moment before. Gold only offers a theatrical shrug as they tight rope walk across twisted metal scaffolding. The crowd roars in appreciate for a performance that only they seem to understand. “This is where you swear you’re going to destroy me, right?” Gold says, with antagonizing ambivalence. “Well, here’s your chance, princess.” Yet, in this moment, Silver is nowhere to be seen. [This is mostly going to be one, big free for all log, though you can make separate top levels if they aren’t going to be related to the main fight. Remember, your actions here matter! What players characters do or don’t do will heavily affect the outcome.]

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Ivan | Playing music to boost Gold

[sponsorigami]

Ages ago, Ivan had been given a dose of powder by the rescuers, and he has been unknowingly supplying Gold with musical energy. He feels the pull to participate in the music through Gold's influence. Even if Ivan doesn't approve of what Gold did, Ivan would rather support Gold's fight than Santiago's.

His shamisen is in his hands, and he starts to play. A few concert goers turn in shock. Isn't Ivan Karelin from Flowers Over Bones supposed to be dead?! And that's not the only thing that draws their attention. With each strum of his shamisen, origami paper appears and folds into various origami bases. The power is too new for him to do more complex origami, but by playing the shamisen, Ivan can now manipulate origami.

[trustme]

"Done warming up?" Doctor ignores the flashes of cameras and gasps coming from the crowd as he walks into the concert room with his instrument case on his back and some volume equipment. They'll play and they'll play loudly. Greg already has a great effort going to take away from Lesedi's music source; Doctor figures he'll steal that idea and turn around and give that power to Gold. Goodness knows he and Greg can't stand up that easily to Santiago even with the power they've gained. At least that's the plan for the moment.

A few rushed minutes later and a little spell to speed up the job, their instruments can be heard blasting over speakers. "Welcome to the strangest concert you've ever been to!" Doctor announces to the crowd. He nods at Ivan and begins playing his cello, feeling for the power of the music and glancing up at the stage to check on the fight.