[Action] Huff and Puff and Blow your Dreams Down

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[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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[notquitedracula]

[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.

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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.]

[notquitedracula]

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.

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[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.

[notquitedracula]

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?]