Grand Unveiling!

"Thanks." Capuchin said as she griped onto the top of the pole and commanded it to extend. She soon found herself high enoughh to scann over the navi's and went quickly to work looking at each one.

"Thank you," said Titania with a quick nod. "It could very well be that the perpetrator escaped before the police were able to lock this area down. In that case, there is no need for alarm. Wait for instructions from the police before taking any action." The last part was directed at the rest of the party as well. Titania still held her bow in both hands, with an arrow nocked, keeping a contant vigil over the slowly decreasing chaos.

Chaos growled irritably as he saw the first of the Navi fall. Was everyone out to spoil his fun this day? He turned away from the fighter that stood before him and slipped away to one of the large pillars that he had hid behind earlier. Crimson energy crackled along the soles of his feet as he placed one foot onto the pillar and then the other. He began to scale the pillar as though he were taking a leisurely stroll. At about halfway up the pillar he stopped to survey the strange events that were going on below him.

A winged Navi appeared in the room, though he was quickly surrounded by the NetPolice. The fools thought that the winged Navi was the one who had claimed ownership of the various prizes loaded on the table. A cannon shot ripped through the air, tagging the newcomer. Chaos began to laugh.

"What the hell is going on?" Rayth asked. "What did I tell you about keeping a low profile."

"Your words hardly matter." Chaos hissed. "These fools are about to slaughter each other and someone, someone very clever, is going to make off with the prize."

"What? Why didn't we think of that?"

"Because you are a fool and I...I prefer slaughter to theft." Chaos laughed all the harder. "Yes...Yes fools. Begin the slaughter! Let the chaos consume your souls..."

The Disguise.GMO exploded into a blast of crimson energy, revealing Chaos in all his glory. His gaze intent on the table laden with prizes, Chaos kicked off the pillar and flew forward. He didn't care much about the items that the NetPolice were offering, but he knew that the thick of the fighting would erupt around those tables. He was determined to be in the midst of the carnage.

Ozho see the chaos becoming somewhat more organized, he starts to leave the fallen and begains to look for any way for someone to escape from this side of the place.

American finally began to sober up, he began to regain his senses. He couldn't believe a little ale had done that much to him. He was getting to old, he had to begin listening. He was a take commands type navi, not a give commands. He was nothing without a commander. So he began to search around for someone to tell him what to do. Bo was out of reach right now, it seemed he had just began to speak to some neighbors to see if they would let him into their house for the remainder of the day. He had to find someone that would give him some orders, he was not cut out to lead a team, but to help a team to victory. So American began to walk out into the open, he then stood straight up. Chest out, elbows straight, and he said.

"AMERICAN REPORTING FOR DUTY! I AM READY TO FOLLOW ORDERS!"

Instantly aware of a less-than-inconspicuous presence that had appeared, Triggerman's gaze darted to the perch that the skull clad character had rested upon.

In a gentle haste, Triggerman quickly strolled to the pillar the navi had assumed, the Western Wind whistling in his ear as he walked. Each step seemed to bring him closer to violence, as the gale served fanfare. Fate had a contorted agenda, and Lady Luck was privy to it. Gritting his teeth, Triggerman stood at the base of the pillar.

"...you had me at hello," Triggerman said, delivering his words with sparse dirt, as he gazed upwards at the hellraiser.

Hand fully clutching the forty-five, he was prepared for the next moment to ensue.

How high he'd have to count was up to Charming now.

"Looking for me?" The voice continues to speak, mocking those who have readied their weapons--some had even begun to turn it upon their neighbors in the crowd. "Delicious... absolutely delicious..."

As the NetPolice begin calling for reinforcements, sending personel to shut down each of the portals--a dark presence begins to make itself felt. From the pile of exhausted Mr. Progs, streams of smoke begin to whip up...

"Delicious... like our offering. You did enjoy the pie?" The voice rises higher with each word, escalating into a wild cackle. "And the punch, perhaps?"

A moment of silence ensues, as the meaning sinks in...

American looked over at the food, then he looked at the punch. He had to guess that the stuff was poisioned. But if not, then he was safe either way. Him and his stomach could never agree on a food, mainly because he doesn't have a stomach in the literal terms. But he had eaten nothing but the ale, but that stuff made him stop a fight and bat his eyebrows. He began to feel sorry for the others that had eaten the pie and punch, but American began to think. Maybe he was one of the lucky ones, lately his luck had changed from bad to good. But then good to bad.

"TOO BAD I DIDN'T EAT THE PUNCH AND PIE! THAT CRAP THEY SERVE MAKES ME SICK!"

Kobo snapped at realization of what this could mean."Kobo, Your odd habits may have saved you this one!" His op said as Kobo's eyes widened. "You fool! They could of been ready for something like that! Are you sure that the entire storage was cleaned?" "I double checked, not one sign of-" "Blasted moron! Not even a stain on the ground?" "No, spot-oh crap" Kobo sighed, but kept at ready. Just because this presences was seemingly mocking at a distance, it could also be very...very...close.

"Punch and..." Raiden breathed, and then his eyes got very, very wide. "ANTI!"

"I heard him!" His Operator shouted back. "Damn, I shouldn't have programmed that eating subroutine for you—"

"Hey! Excuse me! Miss Monkey!" he yelled up the pole instead, at the Navi that was perched atop it. "Did you have any of the pie or the punch!?"

Chaos landed on the prize table with a deft grace. He stared at the gunslinger that stood by the pillar he had just occupied. He smirked, showing his fangs in full view, and raised a hand in greeting. A laugh, like a high pitched giggle escaped his lips, and his eyes flashed crimson. He brought his hand down in a quick slashing motion, crimson sparks flashing off of his bone claws.

"A new challenger approaches..." Chaos' giggle turned to a maniacal bellow.

"Oh god no..." Rayth sighed. "We don't need this now."

Chaos readied his attack, but a disembodied voice cut him off. His eyes flicked to the left and right, but he could not discern the origin of the mocking voice. Chaos growled lower still, scanning the room while attempting to keep most of his attention of the gun totting cowboy in the distance. No one mocked him...No one.

Kenji stood there looking at moonlight, then at the smashed pie standing at his feet. He looked over at the table where uhe launched the pie from.

"hehehe, oops. Hmm yeah... its a good thing i didn't actually eat the stuff, but instead used it as a weapon... Well, sucks to be you guys!"

He let out a slight chuckle then walked around smirking as he saw the chaos and pandemonium shroud the navis.

"Yes! finally, now the fun begins."

I guess I should be thankful I didn't eat anything afterall... With this coldly logical thought, Winter begins to take better cover behind the empty booths, weapons at hand, spells ready, waiting to see if what she feared was about to come to pass... praying the threat was external...

Capuhcin felt a cold chill down her spine. "Shoot." she said to herself as she looked down at the navi supporting her pole. "I had a slice. I should have known!"

"Very clever, with the punch and pie," said Pianissimo calmly. "Too bad I made sure it was safe. I had my operator perform a system scan when people started collapsing, just in case. I'm not sure what was in that stuff...but it's gone now. From what I ate at least. So why don't you just show yourself so we can get this over with?" Suddenly, he'd remembered something. He'd offered Capuchin a slice, and hadn't made sure the pie he'd gotten was safe until AFTER he'd eaten it. Aw hell, he thought, looking at the monkey navi as though EXPECTING her to collapse.

As the ostensibly sinister navi spoke, it became apparent that he was less hostile then he was imbalanced. He was little more than conflict hungry, but in light of the proceedings around them, this personality was hardly the main threat.

"...I was mistaken-- I thought you were worth my time..." he growled.

Disinterested in the aggressive character now, Triggerman turned away, still keeping his serape covered hand on his revolver.

"Yeah, I guess that was bit stupid," he called up at the monkey Navi ruefully. "I had some of the pie, too. We'll just have to do whatever we can before...we..."

Raiden looked down at the Navis that had fallen to the poison. If Navis could have blanched, he would have done so to an extreme degree right there. Soon he had his vigour back, and was glaring toward the darkness that had risen up amongst the Mr. Progs.

"You!" he yelled at the top of his voice, trying to make himself heard over the commotion. "Get out here and fight, you coward!" Raiden then turned his lungs on what seemed to be his allies. "Everybody, try and hold your fire until he completely materializes! I don't think we can hit him yet!"

Bard watchs with curious eyes as the Navis begin to gather and organize. She lets out a sigh and say to Leo, "What can you make of it?" Leo was quickly surfing the webs for the answers to what it could be. He was visting every site he could think of that would give him any info on an assassin. "None. I need to at least see some data streams, a face, anything. Right now I am running off stealth and speed, which all assassin's have." Bard nodded in reverance as she kept scanning the group of enemies. Slowly she was tapping out a beat on the edge of the drum, keeping it quiet, trying to avoid attention.

Bard's eyes wondered around, glancing at everyone in the group. "So many of them are organizing." She said. "Maybe we should as well." Leo shook his head. "Don't move. I know for a fact the groups are going to be moving around, and you won't be able to assist them at all. Stay on the table you are on and just pull up three movement spells." Bard sighed and said, "Understood." Bard pulled her piccolo up and played the notes twice. She then placed the piccolo on her belt again, singing the song once more. Her eyes scanned over the crowd, carefully watching for any signs of the Assassin.

Bard's eyes went wide as the voice was heard again. She muttered under her breath once it was finished, "Dammit. It's voice seems to be comming from everywhere. No one has any idea where to attack from or where to look. This might not end well." Bard scanned around again, watching the feet of the NetPolice as they filed into the netsquare. Bard let out a devious chuckle and said, "They won't help much. They didn't do shit before." She scanned again as listened to the voice as it came back. As soon as it started talking Bard said, "Leo! Record!" Leo nodded and started a recording program on the computer. "Got it," Leo reported.

Bard nearly dropped her beat when the mention of the pie had set in. She scoffed and said, "This might not end well. Oh well." Bard smirked, accepting the challenge. She started to pound the center of her drum yelling, "Just show your face coward!"Bard hit the center of the drum once more before letting her hands move back to the outside edge of the drum again. Leo pulled his small chip pile near him and said, "Ready when you are."

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1-3 Dodge spells ready.
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Ozho stops looking after hearing the voice, then is somewhat glad that he could not eat the pie anyway....he see the smoke, he turns to it and walks twords it, saying "looks like I was right about the chaos was for something, but I may have had the what worng, care to show your self cowerd, or are you not brave enoft to do that!!"

Opening up a data pocket, Stringer let a rather large collection of pie fall to the ground. "Son of a... That was supposed to last for weeks. "Wait... Ah crap, I ate one. Hmm... I know I can get it out, but man, I really hate doing this..."

Extending a string from his index finger, Stringer slowly began lowering it into his mouth, down his throat, and down to where the sinister pie resided. Stringer had to remain absolutely still, else he choke on the string and possibly delete himself. Moments after, he felt the string hit the pie pieces. After slowly tieing them together, he gently began pulling it out, desperately trying to remain as still as possible. He began getting some resistance as it went up his throat, so Stringer decided to give one decisive pull and hope for the best. He began counting in his head, "One... Two... Three!"

The pie flew out of Stringer's mouth and onto the ground, and Stringer violently coughed up bits of data, falling to his knees in the process. As the cough slowly subsided, Stringer looked up at what he pulled out to see a strange mass that certainly didn't look like a pie. "Ugh... *cough*... What did they make that thing of?!"

Realizing that he wasn't the only one that ate the pie, Stringer stood up, groaning, "Uh... Anyone else want to take a try?"