Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20180806001050/@comment-26892768-20180809035956

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Skeleton King and Mandarin, of course, have abandoned the self-destroying planet, carrying with them the remaining dead. They fly up into a gray, jagged spaceship, where the dead are dropped off before Skeleton King and Mandarin return to the command center of the ship.

"Well, that..." Mandarin pauses when he notices Skeleton King glaring at him. "...was a complete success if I do say so myself, my liege! Now then, where are we going next?"

Skeleton King looks at Mandarin, about to answer, when he gets interrupted by laughter.

"Well, that's the question of the century, isn't it?" A man walks out from behind Skeleton King's throne in loud, floral-patterned clothing, a pair of sunglasses on his head as he casually leans against the throne.

Mandarin is flabbergasted. "Wh-how did you-well, it doesn't matter how you got here, all that matters is that I will end you here!"

He leaps at the man, who does absolutely nothing but watch...even when Mandarin ends up phasing through his body, tumbling to the floor.

"Cute pet." The man walks towards Skeleton King without a care, grinning. "Seems you still have a thing for monkeys, eh, Skeleton King?"

Mandarin looks up from the floor. "Who...what are you!?"

Skeleton King narrows his eyeholes. "I know very well who you are...a snake, trying to coil it's way around us..."

"Oi oi oi, why does everyone jump to the snake analogy?" The man groans. "Just call me Sagara, or Helheim at least! Also, you've got the wrong idea."

The Skeleton King raises a metaphorical eyebrow. "Explain."

"I know you guys all want to kill all life and leave everything a husk, but the thing is...people aren't gonna just sit there and let it happen. And if anyone wants to stand a chance against the Lich and his allies, they're going to have to adapt very quickly." DJ Sagara states. "And honestly, I don't have a leg to stand on considering what you're doing is ultimately just going to do what I've been trying to do my entire life. And besides, even if I wanted to oppose you...the Lich got his hands on that parasite. All he'd need to do is drop her off, and I'm done. There's a lot of forms of damage I can recover from, but that is not one of them."

"Then why are you ''here?" ''Skeleton King growls.

"Weeeeeell..." DJ Sagara. "I figured I'd give you a tip! Maybe give you a little ambition - honestly, you're a guy who knows he's just a pawn for greater forces, and yet you never try to, I dunno, cross that board and get a promotion? Really?"

"If the Dark Ones deem it necessary, I will attain greater power." The Skeleton King responds.

"Yeah, yeah, big whoop. Here's my little tip:" DJ Sagara looks at Skeleton King. "Don't follow the Lich. Head back to that world where you dropped that eye off earlier. It's not as defenseless as you assumed. If you lay back and observe, you might be able to make a plan for when those defenders start coming after you."

The Skeleton King is silent.

"Or, just tell the Lich what I said and bring him along for the ride! Your choice!" DJ Sagara turns around. "Not my problem. See ya."

And he disappears.

The Skeleton King thinks over what Sagara said., rubbing his bony chin.

Elsewhere...

A fat blonde man in one version of New Jersey sits back in a lounging chair, holding a styrofoam cup. "Ah, this is the life - no Glorft attacks in the past few days, it's not unbearably hot, and it's just hot enough to set the mood for a Mega Slush!"

The man's considerably thinner, black-haired friend - also in a lounging chair - nods, holding up a styrofoam cup holding said beverage. "I'm with you, man."

The two clink their cups together and take a sip from their drinks.

Behind the two, a red-haired woman in a blue and white futuristic suit is looking at some data, her eyes narrowing. "This doesn't feel right...they have to be planning something. The Glorft could attack at any moment..."

She sighs, turning to face the two. "And the only defenders would be sitting in beach chairs and drinking flavored ice..."

"Hey, lay off us a little, will ya, Kiva?" The black-haired man looks over at Kiva. "Coop's house is only a few blocks away, so if we really need to get goi...hey, this is changing the subject, but...is it just me, or does the sky have its fly open?"

He points to the sky, and the other two look and see an open rift in the sky - which does, in fact, look like an open zipper.

"...Huh. That's weird." Coop remarks, getting up. "Should it even have a fly?"

"No, it shouldn't." Kiva pulls up some tech and looks at the rift. "I'm analyzing it now - it appears to be some sort of rift in the fabric of-"

"Hey, some sort of glowing ball thing's coming through it!" Coop points, and sure enough, there is in fact a glowing ball coming out of the rift, which then heads...

"And it's heading for us ''fast!" ''Jamie promptly bolts, Kiva following his example. Coop gets up to follow, but being as corpous as he is, is having trouble getting far enough fast enough. Looking at the rapidly accelerating ball, Coop prepares to jump...

Only for the ball to stop before it can make impact.

The three turn around to see the glowing ball fade, and in its place stand a blonde man in silver armor, his right eye red and his left eye brown...only for said man to look himself over, and with a quick wave of his hand, change his appearance completely - swapping out the armor for more casual orange and blue clothes, his hair turning black, and his eyes now matching.

The man, better known as Kouta Kazuraba, waves to the three. "Hi! I, uh...was that a bit too dramatic?"

The three just stare in shock, before Jamie speaks up. "Okay, I have several questions..."