"Yep," Alasea agreed.

"And then we get to have our asses kicked," R.D. said darkly, feeling powerless in this body. He decided to step up the pace to get to the throneroom.

"Ah, but you see, that's when the plot twist comes in," Matt explained.

"News flash, Matt!" Hugo snapped. "This ain't a fuckin' movie!"

"It SHOULD be!" Matt declared, boldly increasing his speed and gesture. "I'd totally pay to see it."

"Ugh." Hugo glanced at Helena. "I don't know why you haven't been irritated by him yet."

Helena shrugged. "It's just Matt. It really doesn't bother me."

"Yeah, I'm right here, guys," Matt remarked.

"I don't CARE," came Hugo's reply.

Soon they reached a large pair of double doors to what they could only assume was the throneroom. On the other side, they heard sounds of fighting, and above all, a daring laugh amid the clash of swords.

"Finally, some action!" Matt said. He stepped backwards, and ran toward the door with his shoulder out. "LET'S DO IT!"

His useless body bouncing off the fortified door, he landed squarely on his seat. "I regret nothing."

Edited by The Helldragon on January 11, 2007 at 1:08:04.

R.D. gave Matt an unamused look.

"Aren't you forgetting that the two of us can't do anything anymore?" he said irritably, "Don't do anything stupid on the other side. Let's get this door open."

And with that, R.D. went to open the door.

Meta, who was busy with adding more wounds to her body, quickly turned around to face the demon. "Egypt? Then they were closer then I could have hoped." She grinned. "Is there an army of lightning hawks nearby? We could set them up into fighting us and playing as if we are really weak and all, and have us be saved by those goody goodies."

Blazen nodded to the suggestion. It was getting dark, Blazen had a strong feeling they should get out of it, find a light. Blazen's clothes and hair returned to thier natural colors. He turned to the sun, it was nearly set. Time to find shelter. "We best find a place to rest, or we may be cursed with an eternal rest." Blazen warned.

The sun was giving its last bit of light and Blazen could vaugely here the flapping of wings. What they were was forgein to Blazen. He looked around to see destroyed buildings and such. Nothing that could help at the moment. Blazen walked forward calmly as to not draw attention to the ones that had these wings. Up ahead he could fainly make out a small house, it seemed together, still intact mostly. Could they head there? Maybe, the rest was unseen so maybe its half a house, only one way to find out.

Blazen turned toward it a bit and continued causiously. His eyes shifted to a manhole, the lid rumbled as if something was gathering under it. Again wings flapping caught Blazen's ears. He was nervous now, however being loud may not help. Keeping his heels up mostly, Blazen walked quickly to the house, hoping his companion senced his distress and would follow in such a manner.

"Very well!" Meta said. "Show me where they are!" She said to the Za-Fuzen who had told her were the good guys were. "And you," she turned to another, "go tell Shujou. We need him for the plan." She turned back to the first Za-Fuzen and nodded, signaling they were ready to go... when suddenly she heard a weird noise coming from... below her. Out of one of the saddlebags shot a small cat, flying straight into Meta's arms. She first cried out in surprise, but then spoke to the little kitten. "Ooh! So there you were! I was wondering were you had gone."

Meta nodded and followed the Za-Fuzen to where the army of Reaverbots and that of lightning hawks were.

Kalmar watched Blazen, noticing his cautiousness. He swore he heard the faint sound of flapping wings as he walked forward with his companion.

Probably just the wind, he thought, slightly jumpy with everything that had been happening. He stopped walking for a moment, noticing there was no wind before quickly resuming their trek.

"Yes, I may be tired but eternal rest sounds like overkill." He smirked, despite his nervousness at the whole situation. Kalmar noticed a small, almost untouched house in front of them, deciding that must be where they were heading.

"And just who might you two be?..." asked an Angel who soared above Kalmar.

The door seriously wouldn't budge-someone locked it up pretty good, probably from the inside.

"Well, this is wonderful," Hugo muttered. "Now how in the world are we supposed to interrupt a fight you all probably can't win?"

A voice cut off Matt's incoming interjection-"This way!"

Around the corner, a figure came:



The robed figure was followed by two more, immediately standing out as, surprisingly, the first humans the group had seen in this world:



The yellow-robed person noticed the Toads. "Oh! And who might you be?"

Edited by The Helldragon on January 11, 2007 at 20:39:06.

Meanwhile a brown haired man was walking through a hidden area of a temple,"I hope I can find the artifact to help the other people in time..."

"We're the fuckin' peanut gallery," R.D. said, growing further annoyed, "Couldn't you tell?"

"You'll have to excuse my friend," Matt said, turning on his business-like personality. "He's a bit irritated because he's having an out-of-body experience."

"Excuse me?" the robed person asked.

"We came in the castle to seek shelter from the army outside," Helena quickly added, covering up Matt's poor words. "And we came here to the throne room but the doors are locked."

"I know." The robed person looked at the other two behind her. "Prince Peasley is inside with Queen Bean. He's the only one fending off those two villians!"

"Villians?" Matt repeated.

"An evil witch named Cackletta, and her minion Fawful," the robed person explained. "We have no time to lose! We must help the prince!"

The one in red turned to face the taller one in green, and they confered briefly between themselves. The green one nodded, and both suddenly produced large hammers from behind them.

Hugo sidestepped. "Better get out of the way..."

Edited by The Helldragon on January 11, 2007 at 22:11:31.

R.D. rolled his eyes. "Be my guest," he muttered, "Any luck with your package, leader?"

"My package is just fine," Matt answered. "It's the Core I'm worried about."

Red and Green approached the door, and leaned backwards as their swung back their hammers. With tremendous force they brought the hammers down hard on the door frame, and blasted open a large hole with the impact. Amid the splinters, they could see two figures battling near the throne. One was green-skinned like the robed person, and he boldly wielded a rapier:



This one was engaged in battle with a red-cloaked creature:



Hiding near the throne was a tremendous individual:



"You shall not acquire the Beanstar!" the blond-haired warrior proclaimed, thrusting with his rapier at the other's large helmet.

The other just flew to the side to avoid the stab. "Your foolishness is like an egg on the road in winter when it is not hot at all! Cackletta will have the Beanstar, and then we will laugh with laughter that is funny!"

"I was talking about the Core, idiot," R.D. said, "I figured you wouldn't want strangers to know about it."

When the doors were smashed apart, and the group saw inside, R.D. sweatdropped.

"... you've got to be kidding me."

Kalmar looked upwards at the angel, his blood red eyes glowing in the dark, "I am a Demon Hunter." His eyes flared as he continued to stare at the angelic being.

"Fawful!" The robed person shuffled into the throne room, followed by Red and Green. "Stop this right now! You'll never get the Beanstar as long as we're here to protect it!"

"Ha! You have a dumb mouth that you are talking with!" The strange tube on top of Fawful's headgear developed a fanged mouth. "Now it will be talking of sadness when I shoot you!"

The mouth opened, and a volley of green balls of energy shot foward, launching in an arc. Red and Green promptly panicked, and ran full-speed from the blast, along with the robed person.

Matt grit his teeth. "Damn it, how do we deal with that?"

"Maybe you should've thought of that BEFORE you started this crap!" Hugo shouted. He readied his pickaxe. "I might as well save us!"

"We are so dead," R.D. said, gripping his makeshift weapon tightly.

"Now," Meta said as she jumped off Sleipnir's back, holding the cat in her arms, "we set up our trap. We must go a good bit away from here, perhaps a mile or two, and get into a fight with the lightning hawk army. I'd say about 24 of your Za-Fuzen knights should disguise themselves as pretty ordinairy humans, or perhaps a different sentient, non-demonic species."

"They don't have to believe we're human," Meta replied, "as long as they don't believe we're demons."

Meta nodded at Shujou to signal that she understood. After he and his knights had teleported away, she turned around and faced Gilgamesh. "Gilgamesh, my dear bodyguard." She said to him.
"Yes?" He replied, waiting for an order.
"Will you come with me?" Meta asked him.
Gilgamesh seemed to be thrown off guard by this. Was this an order or not? "I... my lady, yes!" He said, not really sure about the consequences of his answer.
Meta smiled. "Good."
She then turned to her horse. "I'm sorry Sleipnir," she spoke, "but you cannot come with us. Your appearance would arise too much suspicion." She smiled a little sadly. "Go forth, my noble steed. I will call out for you when times are better."
After these words, the steed turned and went forth, and Meta and Gilgamesh too, went forth, to meet up with Shujou and his knights.

Meta and Gilgamesh (and the little cat who had refused to leave, making it's statement by digging it's claws into Gilgamesh) soon arrived at the meeting point where they joined up with Shujou and his 24 disguised Za-Fuzen knights. Meta greeted Shujou by raised her hand up and smirking for a short moment. "Well then," She said, "now that we're all here, I'd like to ask you all a question: do you know what the plan is?"