genessia | [Action] Huff and Puff and Blow your Dreams Down

[First, a beautiful unhappy ending was thwarted and now he's in a new disgustingly bright and happy sun-shiny day. At least he got a pretty-pretty necklace out of this. That makes up for falling asleep in the Shadow Realm and waking up in this happy land.

Not.

Ulric, a big bad wolf, floats above Genessia, taking in its sights with disgust, thinking over what the brochures and the hologram said.]

Genessia... A whole other world from my own. No Brute. No Bruha. No Rascal...

[A sinister Wolfy grin.]

No Glitter Force~

At long last, I can do what I do best. [Ulric produces a peculiar book.]

Genessia! Your picturesque fairy tale is coming to an end-

-as I paint your dreams black!

[Ulric crushes a tube of paint in his hand and smeared the ages with the only black paint. The magic of the book is activated, unleashing a wave that turns Genessia's day in a bleak, full moon night. His magic was re-writing the future to a sad ending.

Black aura appeared around people in the immediate vicinity, wisps of darkness gravitating towards the Book of Sad Endings.]

Every ounce of negative energy turns the Wheel of Doom one more tick, bringing me closer to the day I can revive my master; Nogo, Emperor of Evil!

[But nothing happens. Ulric didn't sense that satisfying tick of doom. In fact, none of the people appear to be incapacitated by hopelessness.]

Hey... What gives? [He flies down to the nearest NPC.]
Why isn't your negative energy turning the wheel of doom?

[The NPC shrugs and continues on with his day.]

Great. What am I supposed to do now?

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[Ulric watched the fog roll in, then glanced up at the alternate reality he imposed on Genessia. Now this really bothered him as he found the probable cause.]

Those with common sense.

Who are you? How are you able to re-write the future without a Book of Sad Endings?

[Walking up out of the mist is a figure in a white trench coat, with wild white hair and a sword at his hip. He might be mistaken for human, in poor lighting and at a distance - but the slitted pupils and red irises mark him as something else.]

The future? Is that what you call this? [Soma tsk's and shakes his head.] This is little more than a parlor trick. Anyone could break it, with enough willpower. Or alter it, as I have.

[He stops some small distance from where Ulric floats, then... jumps up and floats in front of him. Humans can't do that.]

Given the week we've all just had, I suggest you crawl into a hole and pull it in after you for a while. Someone less charitable than myself might take offense, and decide to swat you.

[It makes sense. The Glitter Force broke out of the hopelessness brought on by the magic. But he is not Glitter Force. Flying humans doesn't surprise him anymore, though.]

You can't tell me what to do. This doesn't concern you anyway, so why don't you skip on back to Sleepy Hollow or something.

[He already used a Buffoon and only has a limited supply of red noses. But it's not like his claws are for show.]

[No, he certainly isn't Glitter Force. There is nothing small, bright, or feminine about him.]

Oh, really now? Reduced to the point of teenage rebellion? I'm afraid it does concern me. You're trying to hurt people on my turf.

[Soma's got one sword showing, and he's definitely capable of magic, as can be seen with how he's still floating there.]

[Current Soul set: Flame Demon, Medusa Head, Stolas.]

Hurt people?!

[He chuckles.]

I'm only stealing their negative energy to revive my master.

There's no harm in that, is there?

The 'Evil Emperor, Nogo' was it? Sure, nothing foreboding about that. Probably raises puppies and feeds orphans in his spare time. Get a clue, wolf. Your master isn't here. You don't have to pursue his revival. Get a job, settle down, live a life where you don't have to look over your shoulder every other breath to fend off the inevitable knife in the back.

[He still hasn't drawn his sword yet - doesn't even have a hand on it, to be honest.]

All you dark servant types always piss and moan about how things will be different when your master comes back. Has it ever occurred to any of you that maybe you're better off without them? Do you even HAVE a life goal of your own? Something that, once you achieve it, you will say 'I can settle down now. I've accomplished what I set out to do.'? You don't, do you? You're trying to bring back your master because thinking for yourself is too hard.

[For each word that spilled out of his mouth, Ulric's anger just kept rising and rising until the very end when he no longer cares about rationing his red noses.]

I'll teach you to mess with me! Let me show you something that is truly too hard to handle!

Buffoon! Come on down!

[Taking one, he raises it up and it bursts into flames of darkness. Before long, the unassuming (and rather goofy) ball became a red nose for a huge clown-faced monster with the body of a automobile.]

Buffoon! Get rid of this Discount Dracula!

[The monster turns on the high beams on its chest in an attempt to blind it's target, then come in for a jab. For a big, oafish clown car monster, it seemed quite agile.]

[Well, that was one of the two outcomes he had predicted. He'd rather hoped for the other, but... well, sometimes stupid really is bone deep.]

[Soma doesn't hang around when Wolfmeister throws the ball up. He drops back down to ground level, then draws his sword. When the lights come on, he immediately throws a quintet of Hellfire bolts at their source, and dodges to the side - no sense in staying in one place against something that big, after all. He's quite used to large monsters that are faster than they have any right to be.]

I gave you a chance, wolf, but you decided to do things the hard way. Remember that.

You could've left well-enough alone, but you decided to bother me!

[Ulric ordered the Car Buffoon to give him everything it had. The Buffoon kept the high beams on to try to blind the interlopers as it folded down into a car, where it now looked like it was boogy-boarding in the street.

Giant squealing tires came before the monster coming in at ramming speed.]

Well-enough? Is that what you call someone trying to summon their evil master into an innocent world?

[Yeeeah, the light... really isn't working as intended. It just gives Soma something to aim at. He's going to toss some more fireballs before bounding up and over the onrushing car, topping out somewhere around the fourth story of the nearest building.]

This isn't going to end well for you. I'm giving you one more chance to turn tail and walk away.

[The Buffoon takes the fireballs right to the face, making it come to a screeching halt and get back to its real feet, crying as it rubbed it's face.]

Buffooon burned baaad!

Quit your belly-aching, Buffoon! [Ulric takes to the air and matches the height opponent was on.]

Like I will follow any orders you give me. And no, saying pretty please won't cut it either.

Remember. You asked for this.

[He takes to the ground again, and faces the clown car. An ominous energy permeates the area as he levitates a foot or two off the ground, gathering around his body, limning it with an unholy light. Just when it seems like something has to give, it does - Soma's body transforms into that of a much larger, much meaner looking demon. And boy, does it ever look pissed.]

[Unfortunately, it doesn't talk much. What it does do is rush straight toward the clown car, roaring fit to break the night. How's that doom clock of yours doing, Wolfie?]

[Action] Huff and Puff and Blow your Dreams Down

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