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Green and gold. Enter...LADY TERROR!; Closed.
Topic Started: Mar 12 2009, 11:58 PM (141 Views)
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A club. A dance club. The kind that blared the same two beats over and over and over all night, hopped up and trendy teens breaking arms to get inside to listen to the same generic tunes that murder ears. Amongst the whores, the druggies, the adventurists and mindless, soulless masses of sweating, stinking mankind, there were two remotely normal beings inside. Remotely normal because, well. One was Diyu. The other was blatantly afraid of everything.

Diyu, obviously the most out going of them all was smiling, sunglasses pushed over his hair. Bending over talking to a pair of girls at a table. The one on the right had a star on her cheek, goggles on her head, and an ass that would not quit. Though it was hard to see now. The other, had her hair up in horns, swirling to the sky, and sucked on a pacifier. Not too many people ever think of the pacifier, not as it's used on drug addicts on the club and rave scene at least.

Madarame, the straight man, the scared nerd. In his little suit and tiny red bow tie, sat at a table, a dirty glass in front of him. He was afraid, really, really afraid. So afraid in fact, that he was wearing an extra pair of socks over his hands as mittens. Had you SEEN the girls that were moving all across the tables and floor? Ugh, they must have been carrying at least six diseases. Could probably catch polio from them. Damn druggy popular kids.

The DJ scratched the old LPs, pumping his fist in the air, lovely little glowsticks around his neck dangling through the flashing light. He paused for a moment, a cruel smile crossing his lips. His arms raised, the music softening for a bit. His head fell backwards, his eyes glowing a tint of red now. Before his head, like a puppet on a string, bobbed and faced the crowd.

"Ah my lovelies. You're the first to feel the sweet embrace of my mistress. Feel it in your ears, in your head, creeping even through your heart. Your will is no longer your own. From now on, you belong to Lady Terror. She will be the last mistress you know, until mistress death comes to take you!" The walls shake, a screech came through the speakers, all the guests rose, their eyes hazing over. The air around them glowed bright yellow, solidifying over their eyes into helmets of hard yellow with octant faceted eyes on the sides. They had become...drones? The music solidified around their bodies as well, seeming to become yellow and black armor. They were bees soldiers!

The bee soldiers stood and danced in perfect rank and file, their moves in perfect unison. Why was the DJ making them dance? Were you really looking for logic in a cheap dive rave DJ?

((More to come, I'm just tired.))
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The dancing continued. A large unending musical number that came with ear splitting beats. That came with a roar of electronic fake music that was said to change the world. Really though, it did nothing but provide sound tracks to drugs, to clubs to deafen, and to make people get closer while they dance. Which really just increased the birth rate, among druggies. Weird huh? No wait. There were two people not dancing. Two that resisted the siren wails of the digital era.

Diyu and Madarame. Of course, after all, this entire adventure was about them. Diyu first suspected something was wrong when the girl he was talking to went wide eyed, stood up and just walked away. Women did not simply walk away while he was talking, not without punching him first. Something very strange was going on, and the boy was determined to figure out what! However, the beat came harder, the drones danced and danced, the adventurist hero moving backwards across the floor through the glittering waves of light. He found his companion, who was staring in utter surprise and abandon at the events unfolding before them.

"Something is not right here!" With all his brilliant skills of deduction, of course that was what Diyu ended up saying, what he suspected and what he honestly brought to his friend. There was however, one blatant problem with this. The music was still too damn loud.

"WHAT?!" Came the shout from Madarame, confused at what his companion was saying. Well, obviously.

"I SAID! SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT HERE!"

"WHAT?"

"I SAID!" He had acquired a megaphone, we are not exactly sure where he got it from. But really, just using a megaphone was insane enough. However, it got worse when the music suddenly stopped. Without effort, without logic. It just stopped. Leaving Diyu shouting through a megaphone, at his friend. "SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT HERE!"

There was dead silence, Madarame's hair being blown back by the pure force of the voice. All the drones were staring, the DJ too had finally found them.

The DJ stood up, headphones dangling around his neck, his head cocked, the sunglasses hiding his face gleaming through a flash of light that illuminated the entire club like daybreak itself. He gave a smile. A smile of a lion about to eat a meal. "Ah ah ah. Two little interlopers are not dancing. That is not good at all. My mistress will be most displeased. That is, unless you become one of the hive. Go on my pets. Bring them to our mistress."

The drones stopped dancing, moving forward, a slow beat coming over the speakers, the DJ bringing back music for what was clearly a fight. The sound increased, the drum beats becoming more rapid, slamming harder as well. Ascending to a new plane of synthetic drum beats. At least it was the start of real music.

"AHH WE'RE IN TROUBLE!" Megaphone. Diyu did not remember he was still holding a megaphone until he said that. He looked down at the device and wondered why the hell he had it. Then threw it at the oncoming drones. Knowing it would do little but hey, at least he would not be holding it anymore. "Only one option here. HENSHIN!" His hand raised into the air, his other across his chest, Diyu Feng transformed out of humanity, his inner cyborg enhancements growing, whirling, turning him into the defender of justice kamen rider IRON!

"Awwe, just once I wish we could go somewhere that we were not immediately attacked by large groups of strangers." Madarame said this quite openly. He was truthful, everywhere they went seemed to be another fight. He removed the honeycomb structure from his pocket, the key to his transformation. Before slamming it into his belt, the power overtaking his body as the honeycomb structure expanded, the octangles covering him completely. "HENSHIN!"

Thus did they become the duo defenders of justice, in strange ways. Kamen rider STING and kamen rider IRON, standing in the middle of a bad rave while a hoard of drones came rushing at them. Well, a few well paced punches took the first wave of them.

Cracked hard light dissipated when taken away from the helmet. Thus did Diyu's fist discover after smashing through a helmet, that these people were still alive inside. Not just fake constructs, but real people. Also, star face chick was really ugly with the lights on. Glad he dodged that bullet! But there was more. The guitar of the music having arrived while they transformed with an angry wail, the DJ stood his fingers mixing the board to go with the fight. That is, until Madarame took flight, his feet wildly kicking as the scarf that trailed behind him gave him lift, traveling over the top of the crowd knocking drone after drone down.

The DJ stood mouth agape, the music stopping with a loud scratch. The drones halted their movement, Madarame landing hard on the platform to which the DJ still stood with his mixing board of power. Diyu on the other hand, was still holding one of the drones by the neck, punching it's body over and over for a few moments. Then he realized it wasn't moving. That no one was moving. He punched it one last time and looked for his friend to explain what was happening.

"The royal changer. You have it. Mistress lost it so long ago. Quickly! Give it to me! The queen form must be mine!" The DJ seemed obsessive, talking about how kamen rider STING was just the queen form of these drones? That was silly! Insane! Rather stupid and inane. Just the kind of logic the neigh omnipotent transuniversal being telling this tale might come up with! So it probably was true.

"Wait wait wait, let me get this straight." Diyu, oh god why was Diyu talking. Behind his helmet his face was hard in conversation. Outside of it the grasshopper visage just looked a little frightening, especially when it dropped the drone and pointed right across the room at Madarame. "You're a queen?"

"..." Both the DJ and Madarame did not know what to say.

"BWAHAHHAAHA! QUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" Diyu stopped the middle of fighting, seeming to laugh at something only he found humorous. He was bent over, slapping his knees laughing about all this. While the two on the platform just released a giant sweatdrop.

"Sooo. He does this often?" The DJ pointed down at the companion. Seemingly lost in the insanity of it all. Madarame hit his armored palm into his helmet in an impossible facepalm, obscuring his bee like helmet.

"All the frigging time."

"Well then um. Best be killing you both off so I can give your form back to mistress." The DJ seemed to remove a large gun from his own wrist. An enhanced weapon that was stored within his body, that was hard wired to his hand. Which extended out and pointed right at Madarame, the finger inching towards the trigger. Only to be stopped by...

Was the DJ having a seizure? No. Something was taking control of his body. He moved differently, more femininely, his features were unchanging, but his body held itself in a new way. His feet were firmly placed on the ground, his hips swerved to the side, and a palm went up under his chin, fingers brushing his lips.

"Now now now. Can't let my servants break new toys. Poor thing probably already bonded with it." A feminine voice was coming through the lips. It was a harder voice then expected, but definitely a woman, a more mature woman, probably a former smoker. She moved towards Madarame, who was not putting up a fight, her hand gliding across the dome of his helmet. The poor nerdlad was afraid and confused. As was Diyu who had seemingly gotten through the crowd and up on the stage. His armored hand taking the DJ's and pulling it off Madarame.

"Woah there. No touching my friend. Don't know what you can do." IRON was such a great disguise for caring. The woman in the DJ's body seemed to smile, to soften up and rub long fingers across IRON's chest. This was getting really weird.

"Now now. Lady Terror does not simply kill for no reason. You could be very useful to me."

"Useful to a freaky woman-man thing? Especially an evil one? Not going to happen." IRON snorted. Brilliant really. A snort. TAKE THAT SOCIETY!

"Oh please. I'm not actually in this body. Simply borrowed it through his enhancements. Could do the same to you dearies. But not. You're more useful to me doing what you normally do. Beating my competition, defending justice and all that. Keeps my people on their toes, keeps them from being soft." Well, that was not the dumbest plan ever.

"What? You don't think we can take your little henchmen? BITCH!" Iron threw a punch, only it was caught by the DJ body with one hand, the gun hand rising up and pointing right into Diyu's eye shield.

"Little boy. Do you really think you or your little band of mongrels is a threat to ME? Of course not. But you weeded out a rat nest of competition I would have had to waste time on anyways. Good show." She let IRON go and took a few hard steps forward. "Don't forget, I am watching."

The DJ shivered, turned around aghast, gun still in hand. Seemingly to have not known what just happened and wanting to deal with the two riders. Who promptly gave him a taste of double fist of justice! Madarame and Diyu both socking him one in the face!

He flew backwards, hitting a wall, falling unconscious. The drones too fell to the ground, useless without someone pulling their strings. Guess that makes this one a victory. Somehow.
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