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Riku Asakura	The warpgate to Hoshiyama is a normal one.  Much like an airport and tourist destination that had opened up in Riku's world, the day the world joined with the Multiverse.  Fortunately, the AIB (Alien Investigating Bureau) had already expedited your travel and was waiting for you.  A young woman with long black hair waits for you.   She's about to say something when she gets a call over her Bluetooth headset and immediately frowns.  "Right..." she says, and looks up, a bit more modest and businesslike.  "If you'll follow me, I'm Moa Aizaki, and I'll be leading you to the meeting," she says, obviously wanting to be excited, but forced to be businesslike.  Eventually, she leads you to a limo, and inside is another man, older than the young woman, probably her superior.   "Thank you for your support in this matter. I'm Zennan," he speaks without his mouth moving at all.  In fact, his face does not reflect emotions at all; he sits there stonefaced the entire time, speaking without even his lips moving.  "Right now, we're attempting to prove that a writer has ties to a dangerous entity that nearly destroyed the world years ago." The younger woman hands out a docket, in which is a photo of a man in a business suit carrying a cane.  "He's been seen in the location of several devastating monster attacks, right as the said monster has disappeared or been defeated by Ultraman Geed.  Today we're hoping to actually acquire proof of this." "We have brought his manager into the investigation, and he'll be handling the talk with Kei Fukuide.  They'll be discussing things with Fukuide as if they were doing normal business, and we'll be monitoring the meeting as well as any signals from the area to see if we can find a connection to Ultraman Belial.  The meeting will be in an open cafe, with our agents acting as the staff and patrons." He continues after a minute, "What we need are people there to be ready to intervene in case anything goes wrong in the investigation, and be ready to stop him should he run, or hurt any of our people on the ground in the location set for the meeting.  We would ask that you be either nearby or even as patrons of the Cafe itself." The young woman speaks up, "I'll try to answer any questions you might have," she says, still upbeat and businesslike.  While this all happens, the vehicle is moving, probably to the cafe in question.  There is going to be some time before it arrives, so right now would be a good chance to ask any questions you might have.
Sarracenia	Sarracenia is happy to see Riku's world again! And Riku! And hopefully his friends! The princess arrives wearing her usual attire, a red royal gown with a wide skirt and a snug torso, her long black velvet gloves, and heeled red slippers barely visible beneath the hem of her dress.      She curtseys politely to Moa and follows after her to the limo. She curtseys to Zennan as well before entering the limo. Zennan's lack of...face movement is disconcerting to say the least. Sarra regards him a bit uncertainly as he briefs them.      Once he has laid out the plan, Sarra huffs softly. "Incognito is not one of my strong suits." says the 6 foot tall princess with shining copper hair in a bright red dress and a golden crown. "Perhaps I should be nearby and not at the cafe."      When asked about questions, Sarra considers a moment. "Belial is the...evil ultraman, yes? So, you think this man is helping the forces of evil?" She frowns lightly. "If so, we will bring him to justice."
Flamel Parsons	Psychonauts have a principle called 'field recovery', which is the need to do a small amount of lower-stress work in order to achieve a larger, cleaner healing. Compare it to something like physical therapy, where motion and activity are a critical part of a healthy recovery. "Flamel Parsons," He greets each new face he meets when he arrives at the AIB with a smile and a culturally-chauvanistic handshake. "Agent of a vague yet ominous organization."     They know about the Psychonauts. They have Google.     Settling into his seat in the limo, he reviews the dossier. "This should be straightforward." He says. "I *am* good at tailing and surveillance. But, want me to take a crack at his mind as well, or let your informant have room to work?" He gestures with the photo.     Either way, once they arrive, he'll post up in the cafe as a friendly patron. He's got a fake smartphone to look like he's attentively scrolling -- the real things are psychohazardous vices, he doesn't abide such a filthy habit -- rigged to actually act as a feed of nearby psychic energies so he can stay attentive. It's sort of the Psychonaut equivalent of a super-spy's trick cigarette.
UFO Gang	A normal concourse, with a normal portal, and two completely normal young women! One of them is notably south of five feet in height and has mouse ears. This one, NAZRIN, had been holding out dowsing rods which pivoted to one side once they emerged. After this, she had slid them into her jacket. For you see, she is wearing a perfectly normal office-lady outfit. In this case: gray jacket, gray skirt, white blouse. There's even a little tie. The other is a little north of five feet, and she is wearing a navy-blue blouse with white trousers, brown deck shoes, and... carrying a large metal anchor attached to her back, along with a rather nautical cap. Really, other than the anchor thing she's pretty normal. "Pleased to meet you!" MINAMITSU greets Moa. After that, there's some moving along. Nazrin adjusts her tie several times during the walk. She seems to be enjoying that tie. "Woah..." vocalizes Minamitsu at the sight of the limo. Nazrin's face becomes discernibly more put-upon. Then they're inside! The dossier gets handed around; Nazrin shuffles through it in a businesslike way as Minamitsu attends to Zennan's words. Her eyes slowly widen; it's likely sinking in that he's /somehow/ talking without moving his mouth. She has to get nudged to Actually Look when the data is passed to her. "So it's a stakeout," remarks Nazrin. Minamitsu glances at her, and Nazrin continues with a gesture, "They're monitoring this guy in a somewhat controlled location so they can get information. From then, they'll act one way or another. This Ultraman Belial sounds like bad news." (At this point Minamitsu passes things on.) Past this, there are only a couple more questions from them. One is from Nazrin, looking at Flamel. "You can read minds? How easily?" The other is from Minamitsu and actually on topic. "Should we do anything but keep an eye on him if he doesn't do anything weird or evil?" She scratches her chin with one fingernail. "If you're asking all of us for help, he's probably not just bad, but strong. Right? Or I guess Ultraman Belial is, anyway. Or is that part of what you're trying to figure out?" Once the limo gets close enough to the designated spot, the girls even take steps to be *more* incognito, or less cognito, depending on how you look at it. Minamitsu leaves her anchor in an alleyway behind a dumpster. Nazrin puts on a cloth cap that manages to completely hide her ears. The tail she can't do much about, but she may be planning to remain seated throughout. (The best kind of mission.)
Mag	It's a fortunate thing that guidance was provided-for, because Mag and the gang are still painfully unacclimated to large urban centers! Meeting with Moa, Mag himself has his Cyframe tactfully wrapped in a sports bag against his back, which he can finagle around to rest in his lap as he scoots his way into the limo. Chain, meanwhile, has been hassled into the closest equivalent she can manage with her admittedly quite bulky 'Griffin'; it can fold in on itself and compress a bit, but she's still had to hollow out a hiking pack to fit it inside at all. Not that either of them manages to look completely normal; Mag's headgear and goggles rest on his brow prominently and make his silhouette almost rabbit-like, while Chain has what looks like a stylized welding-slash-war mask strapped at an angle and squishing her bright red hair apart. Despite their efforts, Linear is the only one who passes for normal, because she doesn't have strange accessories or heavy luggage! She does have a plus-sized pink dinosaur hoodie on (with the little felt teeth around the hood-rim) though, and her little smile reads like she's just happy to be out with her pals.      "Okay, so, Miss Aizaki right? Good to meet you. And Mister Zennan, too!" Mag starts, stuffed into the limo and only free to sit up straight because he's a bit on the small side. An affably nervous laugh leaks out of him like he's embarrassed to be taking up so much space, and he plays off the way he's staring at Zennan's unmoving mouth like he's just trying to make professional eye contact. "I'm Mag, these are Linear and Chain." is what he slips in by way of introduction, clearing the conversational path for Zennan's further explaination.      "A writer..? Okay, I think I'm following. It's not a bad alias in theory anyway." he remarks, thinking about things like pen names and authorial anonymity, but not really jumping on the assumption of guilt yet either. Chain, a little squished by her lumpy, heavy backpack, effortfully observes (in a slightly complaining tone), "Ah, crud. So we're security then? Well... Alright. It's probably easier if I just like, sit on a roof nearby, or something." Not the worst thing, really.      Meanwhile, Linear quietly admits, "I'd like to see the cafe..." and Mag encouragingly says back, "Alright Linear, Chain can do overwatch, we can be nearby- I guess I'll hafta take some of my gear off, but nothing major... We'll look like tourists, right?" Linear contentedly nods.      As far as questions go, Mag is clearly double and triple checking in his head for any that might matter, scratching at his neck in the process. "I guess... If things go bad, I remember hearing the monsters here get huge sometimes, right? And evacuations go pretty quick, since you have it all planned for? Do you want us messing around with the monster if there ends up being one, or should we leave that to Mister Ultraman and focus on your suspect? I don't wanna trip anyone up."
Dysnomia	Dysnomia doesn't exactly have a 'business casual,' and she doesn't care enough for avoiding notice in this world that she feels the urge to go out and...acquire some. Instead, she grabbed a pair of distressed jeans she'd washed months ago and had not worn since, and a tank-top...But still wearing her usual jacket over it, with its rendition of a gas giant on the back.     Dysnomia's a little out of place, stepping into a limo, but if it bothers her, (she doesn't know what a limo is) she doesn't show it.     "Right now, we're attempting to prove that a writer has ties to a dangerous entity that nearly destroyed the world years ago."     That makes Dysnomia frown, turning the thought over in her mind. "Strange." She drummed her fingers on the armwrest of the car. "Do you think his power has scattered? Has he become a being similar to Reiblood?"     "I can't imagine Belial willingly letting go of it, unless he had no other choice." She remembered what he first said when he descended from the moon, saying he would have killed her and Hibiki, had they taken some of Reiblood's power for themselves.     She felt a little sad for the ultraman that had consumed Reiblood.     And angry at herself for so easily letting herself be convinced the creatures he captured could be trusted in his care.     "I can verify Agent Parson's mental readings, if you require it." She said, "And I suppose I could pass as a multiversal tourist."     "What's the ultimate objective with the target." She looks toward Moa, "Capture? Elimination? Parley?"
Calvin Nash	Calvin strides purposefully through the travel terminal with all the imagined authority of airport security. His Marshal uniform might even make him look the part, if not for the pentacle motif of his badge or the bulky computer on his wrist.     "Moa," he says upon meeting her. "Calvin Nash, Commonwealth Paladins." He bends the brim of his uniform's hat in greeting. The hat comes off when he enters the limousine, resting on its crown in his lap.     "Zenna," he repeats, nodding towards him in a stern greeting.     When passed the photo, he flips open the monitor on his wrist computer and snaps a lower-resolution, greenscale shot of it for his own reference.     Given the opportunity to ask questions, Calvin does have one for clarification, raising his hand casually. "Right *as* they went down, or right *after?*" he asks Moa, brow furrowed. Incognito is not one of my strong suits.     "Mine neither," Calvin admits. "Plus I don't figure y'all get many visitors from Georgia anyway. Drop me off 'bout a block or two away so I can duck in somewhere to change outta uniform, at least. Then I'll give y'all a minute or two and come in on my own."     He does exactly that--entering the cafe on a delay from the others, and in more casual clothes. It's an improvement, but not by leaps and bounds--blue jeans, a snap-button red-and-white western shirt with a vertical diamond stripe, square-toed beige cowboy boots, and a gold belt buckle scream 'American' even with a barn jacket to offset it, and the fit around the COMP is as snug as the fit of his jeans and his shirt.
Riku Asakura	'Perhaps I should be nearby and not at the cafe.' Moa is the first to speak up, "There are local shops nearby that you can go to, being near is good enough," She says with an upbeat tone.  When it comes to her question, Zenna answers.  "Yes, Belial is the name of the Ultraman that caused a great deal of strife across the universe, and nearly destroyed this world.  We have a suspicion that this man is helping the 'forces of evil' as you call them." 'But, want me to take a crack at his mind as well, or let your informant have room to work?' Moa, there to greet him, is unused to handshakes, but does at least take his arm.  She looks a BIT out of her depth when it comes to the handshake, as her natural response to greetings is simple bows.  In the limo, Zenna fields this question as well.  "If you think you can get the information from his mind, then I see no reason not to let you try.  Our informant is actually his current manager.  Fukuide is currently posing as a best-selling science fiction author." Moa doesn't know how the Psychonaut stuff works, but Zenna is a bit more read up than his younger student.   'So it's a stakeout,' Zenna nods at Nazrin.  "That's correct.  Ultraman Belial is quite a destructive force in this universe."  Minamitsu asks a very important question, to which Moa steps in this time.  "If he doesn't do anything weird or evil, then we really called you here for nothing, but we can't be too careful when it comes to those who associate with Ultraman Belial.  Yes, from what we know, Ultraman Belial doesn't abide weakness, so he is likely strong, but we do not know the breadth of his powers and abilities yet.  The only thing we know is that he's been appearing in places giant monsters have been, so there is the possibility he's capable of causing them." "As Zenna said earlier, we nearly faced destruction at Belial's hands, so if anything happens... please be careful!" Moa pleades. 'I'm Mag, these are Linear and Chain.' Zenna nods once, "A pleasure to work with you." Moa says nothing, but bows her head respectfully.  Zenna also nods to Chain, "Yes, security would be a good word for it.  We're going into this not knowing the extent of Fukuide's abilities, if he has them.  The only ones we can guess at are the giant monsters." Moa speaks up to answer Mag's questions about the area.  "Yes, we have the area under surveilance, and have picked a day where foot traffic is usually low.  If a giant monster appears, evacuations will no doubt start very quickly... but your presence there will be good.  As for Geed, we have no idea if he'll be there or not." Zenna speaks up for Moa here, "Our organization is still quite divided on Geed's intentions.  His appearance resembles Ultraman Belial, and many fear there might be a connection between him, despite the battles he has fought for us.  So I would be prepared to fight on your own, should a giant monster show up." 'Do you think his power has scattered? Has he become a being similar to Reiblood?' Zenna looks at Dysnomia, "I am unfamiliar with Reiblood; such a phenomenon hasn't happened in this universe.  Do you know more about Ultraman Belial?" It appears that she /does/ which seems to cause Zenna some pause.  "I would like to hear what you know about Ultraman Belial at another time. Sadly, we are pressed for time today."
Riku Asakura	For Dysnomia's other question, Moa answers, "Our goal is capture; should he be in league with Belial.  Typically, unauthorized aliens on Earth are simply deported back to their homes, but in this situation, he would be held as a criminal and someone in league with the universe's destruction.  He would also remain in our protection, because there are a lot of people in the universe who would want his head," She looks a bit concerned at this. 'Right *as* they went down, or right *after?*' Moa answers this one, "Right after.  It might be a coincidence if it was just once, but he has been sighted several times near the same disappearing and reappearing monster." She pulls another picture out; it's a giant monster with two red horns, as well as various spikes across its body, dangerous scales, and a dark purple core in the center of its chest.   Dysnomia would sort of see a familiarity between two monsters that Belial has captured.  Red King and Gomora, the first two monsters he had, in fact, captured.   Zenna nods to Calvin, "We will drop you off as requested.  If you need anything comped to blend in, please let Moa know, and we will reimburse you for the trouble."
Riku Asakura	------------------- The cafe is a very normal street cafe.  There are seats outside, around tables with umbrellas set in them.  It would be a hotspot of food traffic and couples having dates if not for it being used for the operation.  There are other businesses around the cafe itself: bookstores, clothing shops, and other places where foot traffic is common.   The staff of the cafe are all plants by the AIB, informed of your aid on the matter of trying to find anything out about Fukuide.  Whatever you decide to do, the business gets moving.  People are served tea, pastries, and other things you'd expect at a cafe.   Eventually, a man in a business suit sits down at a table, looking around, before pulling out a tablet and some papers.  He seems to be waiting for someone.  Over the radio, Zenna speaks up, "That's the manager for Fukuide, and our man on the inside," he says, "Which means Fukuide shouldn't be too far behind." Within a few moments, the man from the photo walks up with a walking cane.  He doesn't seem to NEED the cane, but seems to use it as a fashion accessory.  Those who pay close attention can notice that the bottom of the cane is actually well-sharpened.   The manager and Fukuide immediately greet each other and start talking.  Beyond the greeting, anyone listening in can hear them talking about the next book Fukuide is apparently writing.   "Isn't it quiet today?" Fukuide asks.
Riku Asakura	"Well... about your next project..." The manager asks. "First, a certain man will steal capsules from a certain land.  These capsules will contain incredible power." "You had a reference model for one at the lecture, right?" Fukuide seems to ignore the question and continues, "Activating the capsules requires a special energy.  It's spread throughout the universe, circulating with planets and lifeforms.  In order to gather this energy, the man creates a certain material." "Material?" the manager asks. "He names this material the Carellen element, but it's only able to stabilize within the bodies of living creatures." There is a buzz, and the manager picks up his phone.  After briefly looking over it, he stands up, excusing himself from the table.  Fukuide seems used to this; the man is an executive after all.  Once the manager is gone, Fukuide closes his eyes.  While he looks peaceful in the moment...
Riku Asakura	"We're detecting a signal from Fukuide.  He's communicating with something!  We're tracing the connection now," Zenna says over the radio.  "I'll be monitoring from here, just keep an eye on Fukuide in case something happens." While Fukuide seems peaceful, those who can either read minds or are telepaths can actually see what's happening in Fukuide's mind.  He seems to be talking to someone.  It's a powerful darkness, large, like an Ultraman.  The force has two large red eyes, very similar to Geed's, and a red-and-black body.   "Let's hear your report," Ultraman Belial says. "With the activation of the most recently Ultracapsule, we are only one away from the required number," Fukuide reports. "That boy of mine has done a good job," Belial replies. Which seems to get an unexpected response from Fukuide, who seems... jealous?  Troubled?  It's definitely something along those lines.   "Yes, he has," Fukuide eventually responds.  It's definitely falling on the jealous spectrum.   ------------- In the AIB tracing room, there seem to be some issues with the trace.   "We need eighty-four seconds for the trace to complete," One of the operators says.   "Just where are you sending these thoughts..." Zenna asks, musing.   ------------- "It seems someone's caught onto you, Alien Sturm," Belial says.  The presence of the dark Ultra is overwhelming at this point.  "I can sense their presence around you." This causes Fukuide to turn his head around, seemingly searching for the source of the presence.  This, of course, causes the communication to end.
Riku Asakura	Fukuide, in the real world, opens his eyes with a scowl on his face.  His eyes scan the cafe itself, searching for anyone who's been spying on him.  It is at this time that the manager comes back, messing with his phone and pocketing it.  "Thank you for waiting." "Shall we continue where we left off?" Fukuide says, though no longer in the same calm tone as before.   "Yes, of course," The manager says, grabbing his notebook and ready to take notes.   "The man dispurses the Carellen element about, which lets him use living things to cultivate high-density energy.  This energy, which tends to circulate planets and lifeforms, is known as childhood radiation," Fukuide continues, seemingly noticing something on the manager.  A bead of sweat was moving down the side of his face. Fukuide stands up and walks around the table, approaching the manager.  This puts the man on edge, "What are you doing..?" Fukuide pulls the flap of his coat to one side, revealing the tap that the AIB had put on the manager.  He takes the microphone from him and crushes it, causing a loud feedback sound to tear through the heads of every AIB agent on the scene.   This causes a chain reaction; the various agents on the ground fall to their knees, gripping their ears as the terrible sound rips through them.  Some even lose their human disguise, revealing their alien nature for all to see.  All of this happens while Fukuide looks around himself, a bit calmer now that he's revealed the deception. He grips the 'pen' in the manager's breast pocket and stares into it.  Revealing it to be a camera that Zenna and Moa were using to watch the whole thing go down.  Staring into it, he seems to send a mental energy through the camera.  Moa calls out for all agents to get clear before her and Zenna's frequency cut out.   One of the aliens who was knocked out of disguise runs up to the manager, trying to pull him away.  "Run for it!" she calls out, and the two run about ten steps before Fukuide is directly in front of them.  He swings the cane right into the shoulder of the alien, knocking her out.  He stands before his manager, who now has quite a fearful-looking expression on his face.   "I'm afraid I'll have to cancel my next project. Thank you for all you've done," He says, menacingly to the manager, with the sharpened cane in his hand. It would probably be a good idea to interfere with whatever Fukuide is about to do.  The proof that he's working with Belial is clear, and he's about to murder a man.  If this isn't enough evidence, then no court in the cosmos could convict him.
Flamel Parsons	Flamel continues his scrolling, sips at his coffee...     ---     Shadowy men, smoking in the Parsons Institute monitoring department, listen closely, watching the mental plane. Flickering images of Ultraman Belial's head, his red eyes... Their work is about apace with the AIB. No shortage of clogging on the line though. And it cuts long before more can be done. The lights go out in the monitoring center as the wire being crushed overloads the power.     ---     Flamel barely winces. He'd tuned into some things telepathically, but he knew how to localize it. "Oh," He mutters softly to himself. "The one time I don't talk about aliens being in the three-letter organizations..."     He does a rather convincing display of being more astounded, aghast, about the aliens here! "[Oh , my god !]" He exclaims in a stilted tone! "Real <monsters>!!" He tears himself away from the table, clutching his phone and looking as much as he can like a normal visiting american by moving it to seem like he's filming these creatures rather than doing anything helpful or useful.     He presses something firmly on the phone. Two prongs subtly emerge.     "[What's going on ?!]" He yelps, stumbling backwards from the aliens he's so "surprised" by and, coincidentally, in range of Fukuide, who has certainly kept himself free of nearby aliens, aside one thorough beating. And halfway amid his clumsy stumble, his entire posture changes. He's a super-spy, remember? Acting is part of espionage, which is how he goes directly from clumsy background extra exclaiming things in regionally-inappropriate tones to arcing his device straight for Fukuide's arm. His Confusion ability isn't just gas grenades and things like that. Other psychic "riot control" applies too, like a Confusion taser that he can try to plunge into Fukuide's shoulder and confuse all his motor nerves at once.     <It's getting violent! Moving to stun, get the civilian some safe distance!>
Mag	Mag at least makes the attempt to offer each of the other Elites- none of whom he's met in person before- a handshake, a smile or a nod between other bits of the conversation. Gotta be polite! Though, he does kind of wish he had a better idea of what polite might mean to a princess (or even to Moa, since he catches onto her awkwardness about Flamel's handshake), and right now he's just counting on plowing through on raw friendliness and momentum, tossing compliments around in the process. "Good to meetcha finally! Oh, nice computer! An anchor? Holy cow. A psychic too? Man, we're set."      Linear... Is less concerned with propriety, and Nazrin can probably feel the blonde girl's stare every time she's not looking... Those ears stand out, and it's a good thing that Linear is seated between Mag and Chain, to make it a little harder for the temptation to try and *pet* them to win.      Chain hears others fess up about being poor at blending in too, and reluctantly works her way up to offering, "Well... If it's just *one* of ya, I can carry someone, if one of you wants to do the rooftop thing too."      Mag gets his answer from Moa and softly thumps one gloved fist into the other palm, nodding confidently. "Gotcha. Monsters, we can do. We'll hope for the best 'til then, though; Geed seems like a nice guy, it'd be good to take a little off his back, yeah?" This of course flies in the face of Zenna's admitted wariness, but Mag's always inclined to trust his gut about people.      Mag and Chain both rubberneck at the picture Moa brings out, committing it to memory while they listen, but afterward there's nothing much to do for the rest of the drive; Team Launcher's prep begins after they're out of the limo again. Dropped off and filing out with the others, Mag pulls off his headgear and goggles, as well as his modified shooting gloves and stuffs them all into the bag his Cyframe is concealed inside, before sliding it onto his back again and securing the strap to look more innocuous. Linear might be eye-grabbingly colorfully dressed, but in the kind of way that passes easily as just a quirky tourist who saw a really cute hoodie in a store this morning, and hasn't taken it off since. Chain, though, throws a sarcastic-feeling casual salute of fingers-against-brow and trods her way off between some buildings to unpack the Griffin, getting the bulky jetpack Cyframe ready and lifting herself to a nice high rooftop within reasonable proximity of the cafe. She does so at low power, and the flameless jets of the device are even relatively quiet; no reason to rush if it means pissing someone off, after all.      Mag and Linear both approach on foot, giving everyone else a bit of a head start to settle in one at a time without grabbing attention. Mag effortlessly plays the part of the responsible, affable older brother who's just here to support his sister's whims, and spends a few moments pleasantly at the counter helping Linear while apologetically laughing along with the person taking their order, establishing them as mundane and well-meaning. It doubtlessly takes very little time to finish getting Linear a cute, foamy latte, and the both of them find a table together where they earnestly talk about how charming the decor here is, and how Linear's drink is- all without missing a word from Zenna over radio.      Staring is too attention-grabbing, so Mag settles for a quick three-point glance (face, clothes, cane) and doesn't give Fukuide another look from there, simply listening with the benefit of very little chatter from Linear to clutter the air. It's the declaration that Fukuide is communicating, somehow, that catches him slightly by surprise.
Mag	None of their team are privy to telepathic information, unfortunately. It's not until Mag hears footsteps and a small plastic crunch that he turns halfway in his seat to see what Fukuide is doing again. "Damnit!" The mental math of 'how bad is this' completes rapidly, and Mag only hesitates slightly before bounding out of his chair; he might still pass for a simple tourist with a vigilante streak at first, lunging closer until he can get his arms around the manager's waist and pull them aside, twisting his body to put the hidden Cyframe on his back in the path of Fukuide's cane. "Linear! Speed!" he calls, and the strangely calm girl slides out of her seat to gather energy in her palms, reaching out to gift both Mag and the poor manager with a gentle blue glow to make it easier to run away; though Mag's clearly angling to carry the manager out of the cafe over a shoulder, if the poor guy is too stunned to actually use his own legs.
Sarracenia	Not wanting to delay them, Sarra waits until the limo is moving before she makes her introduction. "Princess Sarracenia Sundew, Crown Princess of the Sundew Kingdom. I am pleased to assist in this matter."      'Mine neither.'      Sarra looks over at Calvin and offers a nod of greeting. "Mister Calvin. Good to see you." she says.      Sarra shakes Mag's hand with a smile when he offers a handshake. "Good you meet you! And your friends!" she says. 'There are local shops nearby that you can go to, being near is good enough.'      Sarra nods. "Excellent. Is there one you would suggest? I may as well do some proper shopping while I am here." she says with a smile to Moa.      Regardless of the answer, Sarra makes her way to something outdoor that is close. That way she won't have to destroy anything to get there and she can at least kind of hear what is being said.      The talk already sounds suspicious from Fukuide. Riku has told her quite a bit about how Ultramen work. When Fukuide looks around, Sarra is probably visible to some degree. She's tall, wearing a big poofy red dress, etc. But, she is doing a decent job of focusing on her shopping. "Do you have this scarf in red?"      Unfortunately, that seems not to matter when Fukuide apparently detects the situation. Sarra isn't psychic by any means, so she misses out on that part, but the piercing sound and the various agents going to a knee sends her into action. By the time Fukuide is raising that cane toward the manager...      There is a princess with a silver hammer as big as herself charging at him. "Stop right there!" she demands, a hand held out toward him. Her gloves are silver now for some reason, and Silver bolts shoot out to try and deflect that cane before she comes spinning in. She keeps the hammer close instead of swinging it hard, using it more to try and knock Fukuide over than actually harm him while simultaneously placing herself between Fukuide and the manager. "Surrender now! You are outnumbered and outmatched!" she declares, hammer ready to swing.
UFO Gang	The mention of 'Reiblood' gets curious looks from the two girls, but neither seems to be just butting in. They might be getting the context, at least. "If he does run, Nazrin can track him," Minamitsu offers. Nazrin grimaces a little but does not speak against this, perhaps because it would be foolish to. She's on record as having Dowsing But It Actually Works (Mouse Magic). No way she can beat that rap. Minamitsu also keeps talking because she is, despite a death some time ago, quite lively. "It's not a waste of time!" she says, papping one fist into the opposing hand's palm. "I'm super glad I can help out friends of Riku. And we bought these cool clothes! I feel totally different with long pants on." At Moa's comment on the appearance of Fukuide in the proximity of Ultraman Belial, Nazrin says dolefully, "Anything can happen once, even twice. If it's happened more than twice, something's up, even if it's just random karmas. Like being born in the same town as the evil warlord who dominated the nation." "Pleased to meet you!" Minamitsu echoes towards Mag, Chain, and Linear. "I'm Minamitsu, this is Nazrin..." ("Hi.") "Oh!! Forgive me for my manners, your highness," Minamitsu continues as she gazes on Sarracenia. But it's ultimately chatter, and it's a serious kind of day, so soon enough she quiets down. At the cafe... Nazrin puts her butt in a seat and threads her tail to be subtle. This means Minamitsu is on order collection duty: two hot teas and a pastry set! "We should talk so we don't look suspicious," Nazrin says as she gets a tea slid to her. "Oh, like about the submarine thing?" Minamitsu says. "Too suspicious," Nazrin says. "I don't think people talk about crush depths in public." "That was really clever with the contract rider you snuck past 'em, though," Minamitsu continues, with a slurp of her own tea. "That thing looked like a cheap prop with a paint job. I knew it was going to implode. Carbon fiber is just paper anyway." Nazrin takes a pastry and stares at it, before looking at Minamitsu with determination. "... Tell me about Don Shine." Nazrin is following Fukuide with her eyes, and is deliberately not listening to whatever is about to happen to her. Unfortunately, for all her mousy worth, Nazrin is not telepathic. At most she's getting some bad vibes from Fukuide, but she was also pre-primed to think that. "Oh! Well, Don Shine - now that I've completed all the davids, I mean DVDs - Don Shine is a hero of justice who fights for" and that's about when Nazrin checks out of the conversation. She's watching and listening to those local AIB updates. Her mouth is thin. All but frowning. But it seems like a whole lot of nothing to her... ... until things start happening. When the feedback hits, Nazrin suddenly twitches with a "gyah!!" as the cap starts falling off her head, which is nothing compared to several other suddenly-revealed aliens. This is enough to alert Mina, who whirls around in her seat and stares. Her eyes widen. Then they get wider. Then she does a spin around, briefly double-taking at Flamel before visibly remembering the operation... And those people with the cool machinery are surging inwards to cover the poor manager. Minamitsu is faced with a moment of decision. She remembers she has a cup of hot tea in her hand. And, as she looks down at it, also remembers that she can control water. And tea, by most accounts, is almost entirely water. "Leave him alone!" Minamitsu cries out, before whipping her tea at Fukuide's back/side -- the cup ruptures as it flies! And when Sarracenia moves to intercept, Minamitsu sweeps a hand upwards -- And the hot tea floats in the air about two meters above Fukuide! Mostly.
Calvin Nash	Mister Calvin. Good to see you.     "Back at you. Hope you're doin' alright."     Calvin's handshake is firm and affirming, Mag finds.      Once inside, Calvin takes a seat, ideally with a line of sight to Fukuide, but not within range of conversation and not at a table Fukuide is facing. Flamel frankly annoys Calvin, but if anyone is going to be picking apart the significance of conversational details, Calvin imagines it's going to be Flamel.      Flagging down a waiter for a menu, he uses it (poorly) as a screen to hide the fact that he's rolled up one sleeve of his jacket to get at his COMP. Flipping up the screen, he realizes that he's going to need both hands to type on it, swears under his breath and tries to awkwardly balance the menu against the table before just giving up and going without it. He's communicating with something!     "Shit fire and save matches," Calvin hisses, hurriedly tapping the command into the COMP. .load analyze Analyze v. 2.3.2 developed by Trina McElwain 'Fukuide' Affinity: Darkness Threat: Severe Notable Techniques: Forcefield, Reflect Energy, Absorb Energy Observations: Uses his sharpened cane like a sword.      By the time the readout finishes scrolling, it's too late for him to lift the menu and hide what he's doing--that wrist computer of his certainly looks like some kind of observation equipment, and he's probably the most conspicuously American person here except maybe Flamel. Should Fukuide turn around, he'll all but make eye contact with Calvin. .summon 3      Whether he does or not, it's hard to ignore the sudden growl of a motorcycle inside a cafe. A motorcyclist appears a few feet in front of Calvin, between him and Fukuide--his leathers have the kind of exaggerated profile of the seventies, complete with a flowing red scarf. More unusual than his sudden appearance is his bike--a chopper with shoulder-height handlebars, a heart shot through with a lightning bolt on the fuel tank, and wheels of pure, brilliant flame. Where his face ought to be, there's only bleached white bone set in a permanent death's head grin, eyeless sockets peering out with seeming malevolent amusement from beneath his helmet.      Hell Biker half-stands on the bike, one foot on the floor, the other on the peg. He takes a seat, staring Fukuide down, and revs the engine as the others move to clear out the manager. Weaving effortlessly through the tables )and staff) as though they're not even there with expertly timed leans, he pops a wheelie at the last minute, reaching out to grab Fukuide in a forced tokusatsu scene transition to Outside.
Riku Asakura	Moa answers Sarracenia, "Oh, there is a cute clothing store nearby.  It's got some great designs!" The upbeat agent seems to be familiar with the location.  In reality, she's shopped there a bit herself, because she was supposed to be scoping out the place for the sting.  Whoops! Moa also looks confused at Minamitsu, "You... know Riku?" Then, after a moment, "Oh, you must be members of the Don Shine fan club that Riku mentioned.  He said he met some people from off-world who he got into Don Shine!  What a coincidence!" ------------- Flamel's acting gets him close to Fukuide, and while Fukuide's attention was on the manager who had betrayed him, he wasn't unaware of those around him.  The taser glances his arm as he starts stepping backwards. The electrical energy flows into his body, causing Fukuide to spasm uncontrollably for a second.  However, something that was a bit unexpected happened: that same energy was converted into dark electrical energy, as he held his hand out towards Flamel, releasing a dark version of the same confusion taser right back at him. This causes the cane to drop, however, and of course, his grip on the Manager.  This causes the Manager to fall right into Mag's hands, especially with the cane dropped thanks to Flamel.  Mag can easily carry him out of the way, while Fukuide is forced to pick his cane off the ground and stare towards the retreating pair.   Before Fukuide can take a step towards the retreating Mag, Sarracenia charges in, hammer in hand.  The look on Fukuide's face turns from dismissive to annoyed.  The hammer swings, but Fukuide is far more adept at fighting hand-to-hand than he seems.  He ducks slightly, swinging the cane upwards, and attempting to knock it, and Sarracenia wide.   "I might be outnumbered, but I hardly think I am outmatched," he muses to the Princess, pulling the cane into a fencing stance.  This is when Minamitsu's hot tea attack comes from behind.  Right at this moment, a barrier forms behind him, made out of dark hexagons.  This protects his suit.  Of course, the rest of the tea is now floating above him.   "If you don't mind.  I am a fan of this suit," Fukuide says, with his annoyance growing.  However... The barrier was not pointed towards Hell Biker.  By the time the bike was close enough to him, Hell Biker had grabbed him by the shirt and knocked them from the cafe to somewhere on the street itself.  Fukuide wasn't content to sit in the man's arms and used his time to create a blade of darkness, which he used to slam into the hand of Hell Biker, aiming to break his grip.
Riku Asakura	Once freed, Fukuide rolls to the ground, standing up and brushing himself off.  Now cut off from his former Manager, and to him, betrayer Fukuide could only do one thing to level the playing field.  From his pocket he drew forth... A Fusion Riser.  It looks exactly like Riku's.  He also pulls out a capsule, but instead of an Ultraman on it, it's a monster.   "Galactron," he says when activating the capsule.  He also sides it into a holder similar to Riku's.  He scans the capsule with the Riser before holding it up into the air.  "Bring forth the end!" he calls out, before dark sparks start to form in the air.  They coalesce into a single figure, a large mechanical monster, with mostly white armor.  It has a long tail, a dragon-like head, and two claws.  On one claw, there is a shield, and on the other a blaster weapon.  Also, the thing was /huge/.  Easily taller than a skyscraper. "Kill the traitor," he commands the beast, and it immediately turns towards  Mag and the Manager, firing a blast from its blaster claw.  Whatever the beam hits, however, seems to be caught in a strange ring of symbols, before exploding into red fireballs.  The creature seems to have little regard for civilians, focused on its mission of destroying the manager.   Fukuide himself seems calm, putting the Riser away, he looked towards the rest of the people assembled.  "So what are you going to do, try and arrest me... and let the man die.  Or save him and let me go?  Decisions, decisions..." he says, almost mocking them.
Mag	All the intervention coinciding with Mag's grab for the manager is a welcome relief, and seeing as the so-called betrayer seems to be in no state of mind to run under his own power, Mag takes that upon himself. He might be short, but he manages a grown man's weight on his back with enough grace to sharply turn and run to the side, kick off of a wall and bolt right out the door, hopping a table in the process and yapping "Thanks! Thanks!! Thaaaanks- ack..!" at each of the people giving him cover as he goes by. The last of those 'thankses' was a little odd sounding, given the jumpscare provided by Hell Biker's appearance though...      Before he fully clears the doorway, Mag calls back inside, "Linear, free action! I'll be back ASAP!" Then, with less clutter and more space to move, he puts that speed boost from Linear's power to use by pounding boot-steel to pavement multiple times a second, buying himself some space to think by hauling ass down the street and swerving between cars and buildings to break line of sight.      Linear doesn't like the 'free action' instruction very much, but she knows what to do. With Hell Biker hauling Fukuide outside and most-everyone rushing out to follow, she puts together her own plan based on what Mag and Calvin had already said; no energy attacks, test the forcefield for limits. Hell Biker's obviously a Fire Type, so he's not the ideal lead attacker... But Sarracenia's there with a hammer, and she's moving like she's physically strong, right? More importantly, she's the most Mag-like person present.      Even throughout the transformation sequence, Linear is doing her own preparations, lifting her hands and sweeping them out to either side, down and around, drawing a circle of colorful orbs of energy, pulling them together to the center, and grasping them in her hands. The combined visible energies of the Super Spell are more substantial and a bit blinding compared to her Speed Spell from before, and it almost seems to have some weight to it when Linear wrenches back and *throws* it at Sarracenia. The light seeps into the princess's body on contact but remains as a vaguely rainbowy aura; the power makes her body feel light, her reactions crisp, her bones solid, her blood warm, and it even feels like there's simply no way anything could go wrong in some vague, hard to define sense. Maybe it's just the way her brain chemicals are adapting to the massive influx of energy!      That said, it's a bit winding to do this, and it doesn't seem like the same effort is forthcoming for anyone else just yet. Linear moves outside, but steps to a reasonable distance where she can react and hide if she's attacked.      Chain, of course, doesn't miss the opportunity to get involved. Her smug little snickers come through the radio along with the rustling of her battle-mask sliding down over her face. Reaching backward, she touches her fingertips to the center blade of the Griffin, coaxing out a pair of big, stupid, gripless cleaver-like red steel blades. "Alright alright! You don't gotta beg for my attention, Chain Gun is HEEERE!"
Mag	While it's unlikely anyone is looking up to see her step off the roof and start falling headfirst, her blades start to whistle, then screech in the air as she picks up speed. Long before she's close to the ground she's putting herself into a corkscrew twist, then as she's about to strike pavement she pulls almost straight up out of her precipitous dive, whirling and twisting like a drill to collide with the so-called Galactron's weapon barrel from below and grind it up and away from the street. Her cackling laughter sounds genuinely overjoyed at that first moment of impact, before she slides off the side of the weapon to swerve back around from the other side in a metallic screech, dragging her blades throughout every moment of contact. "Hahah~!! Come on, come on, lemme tear you down while your bossman watches! Let me try some things out, ya big freak~!"
Flamel Parsons	Hey, turnabout's fair play. Flamel's body convulses, raw Confusion surging along his limbs in shuddering, question-mark-shaped electrical arcs. It fully cuts his telepathy out for a time, and makes it impossible to focus! Slumping down after his long stumble, he recovers slowly...     There's the Fusion Riser. "Watch out, he's got a biokinetic totem!" Flamel shouts. "That evil Ultraman must be supplying...!"     The beast billows out. Huge, huge, *huge*! "Crap, crap, crap!!" Flamel shouts. "Oh, come on, come on..."     ---     "...Telling me, in such a clear situation, I *don't* have authority over the UPE-633 phenomenon?" The Director is gripping his phone, white-knuckled. Listening to a reply... He mutters tensely, "I've received plenty of prior authorization. And my plan would *clearly* work." Another reply. "What justifies a *review period* during *now* of all times?" ... "UPE-1929 has nothing to do with this." ... "There will never be *good timing*. You--" ... "Fine." He slams the receive of the phone down. "I will *figure something out*."     He picks the phone back up and contacts the local operator. "Get me Foresight and Planning. If I can't target Fukuide that way, then find a way to get what we *would* from him without sacrificing the informant."     ---     Flamel breaks out of his stumble, getting better footing. "Maybe I *can't* arrest you," He says, tensely. "But I'm not *here* to arrest you. I'm *here* for a vague yet benevolent *agenda*." He plants two fingers on both temples. "So, try and block this."     Calvin Nash helpfully provided intelligence about the forcefield. *And* the energy absorption and reflection. Which is perfect; Flamel instantly slams into the man's mind with a psychic projection! His astral energy ought to get "absorbed" cleanly despite any forcefield, and get him into Fukuide's mind. He can't go deep, not right now and not with so much carnage around him, but he ought to be able to drill into the outer ranges of the speech center. Precision-applied telepathy in that area can hopefully force the man to shout, "STAY!" At the giant! And allow him a secondary goal: Extracting old fragments of information about what Kei has spoken in the past, hopefully to Belial or others!     ---     "If I can't bring him to justice," The Director says, staring at the screens in his office. "Then I need to do what 'bringing him to justice' was supposed to accomplish. They wanted him, so that they could find clues about this phenomenon. I don't have to arrest him for that."
Sarracenia	BEFORE      'Oh, there is a cute clothing store nearby. It's got some great designs!'      Sarra is liking Moa more and more! "Wonderful! At least I shall not be bored while waiting~ Thank you!"      NOW      '...pace ourselves? But...he is just a writer.'      'e ain't *just* a writer. Whatever else he is, he can make forcefields, redirect energy and fight with that cane.'      "...how does he know that...?" Sarra wonders quietly just before all heck breaks loose.      And much to Sarra's chagrin, Calvin turns out to be right. The man is not only not just a writer, but apparently a skill combatant. It is pretty hard to stop such a big hammer, but the cane hit is enough to send the blow wide and Sarra stumbling off balance for a moment. She looks annoyed herself now as she follows Hell Rider and Fukuide into the street.      Her eyes widen as she sees the capsule. "No! You cannot do that here!" she exclaims before...giant monster. Even a mega mushroom wouldn't make her big enough to fight that!      'So what are you going to do, try and arrest me... and let the man die. Or save him and let me go? Decisions, decisions...'      Sarra's eye narrows at Fukuide. "You would endanger so many just to make your escape. Quite a cowardly, dishonorable, and embarrassingly weak move. It seems you were outmatched after all if you felt the need to call upon this thing." she says even as she is pulling out her phone. She makes a call. "Captain, bring it in now. All weapons ready. Load the ice flowers and fire with -extreme- prejudice."      Even as she is finishing the call, the roar of massive propellers can be heard as the Sundew Sovereign comes flying in. Dozens of cannons are visible along its broadsides, and beneath dangles a cannon large enough for a car to park inside. Poking out from it is a shark-faced projectile of such a size. "Aim for its head and fire the Banzai Bill!" she says into her phone.      She tries to stay close to Fukuide as she talks on the phone, but she can't effectively stop him while giving commands to her ship at the same time. While she is doing that, the Sundew Sovereign fires the Banzai Bill. The giant bullet makes its way toward the robotic monster's head, and once it reaches it there is a series of explosions, each slightly larger than the last in a steady staccato until one final explosion leaves a mushroom cloud in its wake.
Dysnomia	"I am unfamiliar with Reiblood; such a phenomenon hasn't happened in this universe. Do you know more about Ultraman Belial?"     "Curious." She frowned, "I suppose it's possible that this is another Ultraman Belial." Or...Maybe not. "We can discuss it later." She agrees--they were, after all, pressed very much for time.     Dysnomia learned a great deal about the organization's priorities. Containment and law enforcement. "This does remind me of Belial," she says, when shown the picture. "It's like two of the creatures he once stopped from attacking a city, mixed together." Maybe he'd visited this universe and terrorized it. But Dysnomia couldn't get a finger on why. "Interesting..."     The concidences, already piling up, were getting too much to brush aside.     Dysnomia settled in, 'browsing' a store on the opposite street, feathering a touch on the writer's mind. As he kept talking, she recognized more and more. The man was describing the same capsules that Belial had used to contain monsters...!     The real interest point, however, came when the Alien entered communion with...Belial. Was it the same Belial Dysnomia knew? Changed by time and universes? Dysnomia focused on sampling the taste of the man's psychic impression and comparing it to the one that she remembered, after he'd consumed Reiblood, some time ago.     Across the way as she was, Dysnomia wasn't quite close enough to rush in to save the manager--luckily, the others were. She gathered a spear of plasma in her hand, when she heard--     "He ain't *just* a writer. Whatever else he is, he can make forcefields, redirect energy and fight with that cane."     --"Shit," Dysnomia hissed. 'Redirect energy' accounted for almost everything that she could DO, dammit! While she was debating the best way to slam Alien Sturm into the ground and get him out of the way, he helpfully provided a new target...     Dysnomia dissolved into billowing smoke, coiling into a long, serpentine shape. While Chain did their best to grab the claw and force it out of the way, Dysnomia went after the other. Fangs burning plasma manifested at its point, under a pair of glowing eyes, she bite down on the other hand, trying to force it UP, as she coiled around Galactron like a snake.
UFO Gang	(Earlier, to Moa: "Yeah!" Minamitsu agreed about Don Shine. "He got me into it, and it really helped me understand society.") "Woah," Minamitsu says again at the appearance of the Hell Biker. This is a lot of why she keeps showing up here. You don't just see cool interzonal things: you see them *in action*. She has no comeback for Fukuide's conjured barrier. But he had to bring it up to block her tea blast WHICH ALSO MEANS that he's wide open to Hell Biker! When the man gets bodied, Minamitsu huffs, "Yeah!" Behind her, Nazrin staggers back to alertness. Minamitsu goes for the door, perhaps calculating that she might have to get the Hell Biker to chill his pills given that he seems quite demonic. Instead, she has a brief glimpse of something that looks an awful lot of the heck like Riku's awesome Riser... and a few moments later... Her head slowly turns up. It keeps turning up. Her hat starts falling off her head; she catches it, but it takes her nearly a full second to finally bring herself back together in the face of the manifestation of this GIANT MONSTER. Kaiju are real. And so is the power of 'Chain Gun.' Minamitsu's head swings and sees that woman step off of the high place and begin a supersonic assault dive *JUST* as that blast strikes home and Minamitsu is thrown into the air... ... and stays there, hovering about five stories up and goggling at the sheer scale of the kaiju and calling out to Chain, "Be careful!! It'll step on you or something!!" Nazrin emerges from the front door, looks up at the towering form of Galactron, turns right around and goes back into the cafe. Minamitsu flits down, nearer to the ground. Rummaging in her pockets, she produces a water ladle and pours out measure after measure, which swirls around her in a nervous orbit. She keeps looking from the sheer mammoth height of Galacticon to Flamel -- which means she can see Sarracenia *and* an airship that *isn't* hers. She keeps gathering the water, rising up again and watching the beast. And looking for a weak point or a visible fire or *something*. With a twist of her upper body and an emphatic gesture, she sends the accumulated barrage of high-pressure water at the space that was briefly bombed so hard as to form a mushrooming smoke cloud.
Calvin Nash	Fukuide's blade pierces Hell Biker's grip, drawing a snarl as he releases. "Shit!" Bring forth the end!     "I'm just now realizing this guy kicks ass." So what are you going to do, try and arrest me... and let the man die. Or save him and let me go?     Hell Biker scoffs, wringing his hand a little more than he really needs to as he leans back in the seat. "What, am I supposed to say 'I ride for Jesus,'" he says, affecting a condescendingly melodramatic heroic voice, "--And then peel out after him? Brother, I don't give a FUCK about '~the helpless civilians~'," he says in a mock-scandalized tone, "I'd rather kick somebody's GODDAMN head in than think right now, and I'm the only guy in this whole crowd who can admit it. Besides." His hands find their way back on the handlebars. The leather of his gloves creaks as if he were squeezing the life out of them. "You're way more FUN," he grits. "Aren'tcha." The bike revs twice.     "C'mon. C'MON, SUIT!" Peeling out with a spray of gravel, Hell Biker charges right for Fukuide, faking at the last second with a late break that sends the back end swinging out and the side rapidly approaching his opponent. Hell Biker's not completely truthful about using his brain--he does use it at least enough to stick with physical attacks, cautious of going for fire after having seen Flamel's electricity reversed. His boot, then, snaps outwards towards Fukuide's chest with superhuman strength, fully intent on testing either the forcefield or his ability to call it.     "Now you listen here, you son of a bitch," shouts Calvin, charging into the street. It'd be reasonable to assume that he's shouting at Fukuide, only if you don't know Calvin. Those who do know exactly who it's aimed at. Spell readied in his hand, he points the index of the opposite right at Hell Biker. "You got everything you need to get that poor bastard outta here, so you stop that 'everyone's a piece a' shit' act right-damn-now and GET AFTER HIM!"     "Makunda!" The sickly-dark green orb in his hand stretches into a bolt in an instant, flying not for Fukuide, but for Galactron. Hot on its heels is another, smoldering-dull orange: "Tarukunda!"      The spells headed for Galactron blunt its destructive power--the first one affecting its energy-based attacks, the second its physical power, represented to Calvin's allies as a pair of lightly shimmering overlays--one looks like a sickly green circuit board pathway that occasionally sparks and fizzles out, the other looks like stringy orange muscle fiber that routinely 'aches.'      Hell Biker sullenly peels out and turns the bike around to get after the manager as he's told, but that does involve turning his back on Fukuide.
Riku Asakura	Dysnomia's psychic contact connects with Fukuide, allowing her to briefly connect with the conversation.  The Belial she knew and this one were remarkably similar.  The taint of the Reiblood was still there, and if anything, he seems...older.  From Belial's point of view, ages have passed since the last time they communicated.   ------------ Galactron does not normally fight things this much smaller than it.  The cannon is knocked off course by the full force of Chain going nuts on it.  This spares both Mag and the Manager, who is now running on his own, but is still quite a bit slower than the rest.  One thing that Chain will notice right away is that Galactron is /tough/.  Almost impossibly so, and while the weapon is knocked away, the damage on it is not as much as Chain might have hoped.   Galactron is forced to try and deal with Chain first, and moves forward, aiming to use its size to its advantage and try to collide with the buildings around it, attempting to knock them over on the smaller Chain, so it could get back to blasting the Manager.   Back with Fukuide, Flamel tries a novel approach to dealing with both Galactron and Fukuide.  The psychic energy washes over him, and like before, he absorbs it.  This time, however, it turns against him.  He seems to struggle with his own mouth, reaching up to try to clamp it shut.  However, he can't.   "HALT!" he commands Galactron, which heeds his command and stops attacking.  It appears Fukuide has gotten too arrogant.  Inside Fukuide's mind, or at least the conversation version of it, he can draw out some... interesting fragments.   The first seems to be on a burning planet.  Fukuide seems to be a shell of his former self.  However, when things look like they're about to end, Belial manages to rescue him.  "I pledge myself to you, Lord Belial!" The next fragment seems to be some time later, talking on some planet.  Belial and Fukuide seem to be discussing something about 'The King's energy.'  Fukuide proposes a plan and asks for a genetic sample from Belial to create a creature that could gather up parts of the King's power for him. It's about at this point that Fukuide decides he's had enough of the psychic energy that Flamel had gifted him, and releases it right back at him again, this time converting it into darkness-based energy, trying to corrupt Flamel's mind in the process.
Riku Asakura	'You would endanger so many just to make your escape.' "I do not care one bit about these people.  Do not misrepresent me, 'Princess'.  However, if you care for them so much, you can simply surrender the traitor to me, and be on your way... or is it you who cares so little for the people around you?" The calm demeanor of this man turns into a bit of a dark smile.  He's also off his game because Flamel infiltrated his mind.   Galactron, however, can only weather the blasts from the Sundew Sovereign.  Even as the Mushroom cloud, Banzai Bill leaves dangerous-looking damage after taking such a blow.  Knocked to the ground, the creature rises again, seemingly an automatic response.  It remains passive, taking hits but not destroying anything thanks to Flamel.   Dysnomia jumps on this, snapping down on the hand of Galactron and forcing it up.  With Dysnomia's body wrapped around the monster, it has a harder time moving, if it could move.  Water blasts the monster, as it's kept in place by Minamitsu. It can only take these blasts, forcing it back and away from people, and also damaging it. It's tough, but enough of these shots are going to take it down, right? Hell Biker goes for Fukuide, and in that moment, Fukuide wonders just what motivates Hell Biker.  The demon isn't motivated by the things the others are.  He doesn't give a damn about the civilians; he's just trying to get at him.  This makes Hell Biker a capital T threat.  He raises the barrier again, as Hexigons interdict themselves between himself and Hellbiker.   "So why do you fight against me?  Thrills?  Unfortunately, you could have much more than that if you knew who to really follow," he, of course, means Belial.   They manage to block the bike and even the powerful kick from Hell Biker himself.  Which, thankfully for Fukuide, makes sure he doesn't taste his own blood today.  However, Calvin has directed the Hell Biker towards the civilian and directed his own magics towards trying to prevent the Galactron from devastating the city.   "Destroy anything that opposes you, Galactron," he commands, and this time starts to back away from the group still here.  He's also starting to fade away, teleporting away.  Fukuide knows a bad engagement when he sees one, and right now he's not full of himself enough to stay when a fight isn't going to go his way.   With new commands, Galactron starts defending itself.  It immediately rams itself into a building, attempting to scrape Dysnomia off of it.  It can't do anything about the debuff spells placed on it, but it CAN do something about the Soverign.  Its clawed hand reaches up, attempting to grip the airship and then drag it down, aiming to swing it around.  It doesn't matter what it hits... People, buildings, other elites.  Just as long as the thing stops hitting it with bombs.
Dysnomia	There was only so much Dysnomia could pick and choose her own solidity, while trying to hold the damn thing in place. She felt plaster and rebar breaking against her body--she was stronger than stone, but the people within the building very much were NOT. In a snap decision, she let go phasing out, THROUGH the building, before emerging from it again, from below, keeping low to the ground while people raised their voices and hands in alarm and ran scurrying away from the conflict.     She waited until the street was empty of people before picking her angle, From this low, the only thing behind the Galactron was open sky. Trusting Galactron to follow the exact words of its master, she doesn't engage, letting the fight continue. And then, somewhere in the swirling clouds of her body a light began to glow, until it turned agonizingly bright.     Her mouth opened, and a blazing line of plasma cut through the air, like a solar flare pushed from the depths of the sun, while the Sovereign was on the other side. The Galactron found itself hit by the full force of a fusion reaction across its chest and up to the arm that clung to Sundew's barge, fill the air with a sharp tint of Ozone.     And then, Dysnomia flees, trying to lead Galactron down roads out of the city, staying up in the air, so that its claw beams would hit either her or the nothing behind her, while trying to rekindle its interest whenever it threatened to wane with more--much smaller, less intense--lances of plasma breath to the face.
UFO Gang	"Wah!? Yeah! Stay down!" Minamitsu calls, high and thin in the air as her bullets find real purchase - she may be underestimating their force, tho' most assuredly did the great creature get knocked off balance by that primary barrage. But being off balance is a very perilous thing. Having managed this, the flitting girl ladles out more water with an increasing desperation. She can hear things, in the earpiece, even if she hasn't thought to check in. The others are harder to see with the wreckage and the general chaos of the immediate area. (OK, not Hell Biker. He's pretty easy to track.) They're talking about -- going somewhere. The coast! A forest. This city's probably on a coast, thinks Minamitsu, even as she hears Sarracenia and Calvin. OK. Plan. She takes a deep breath -- which halts when the incinerating fusion-bright flame of Dysnomia's wrath smashes down. This is so rad, thinks Minamitsu, on the level that isn't just kinda screaming. Then the air bubble from the fusion heat makes her bobble in the air. "Gwah!" After this she flits off in pursuit. If Galactron tries to veer away from the road Dysnomia is making, she aims streaks of high-velocity water at those still-hot fusion wounds, however superficial they might be. Maybe it feels pain. It is at least less horrifying than the residents of Lobotomy Corp, she concludes to herself. (So far!)
Mag	Chain might be small, but she's perfectly in her element against something that struggles to get a square hit in on her. She's just tough enough that catching a scuff from those massive limbs here and there won't give her much worse than a bloody nose, and she's keeping her blades in contact with Galactron's armor any time she's within reach; this gives her a better sense for when it starts shifting its weight, and lets her push off and control her movements better while evading mid-flight. All in all, even if she can't smoothly cut into that armor, she has the persistence and presence of a fruitfly; she keeps coming back every time she's shooed, and it's damn hard to actually swat her.      Of course, she has the good sense to make extra space when the Sundew Sovereign comes in for a bombardment, catching it in the corner of her mask-shielded eye during one of her cyclical swoops. Even after retreating back a fair bit the shockwave is broad enough for her to go tumbling head over heels for a few moments, but she finds her balance again before long. "Alriiiight! Hah, my ears are ringing; it's definitely cracked now, right?! Water-girl's got the right idea, let's pull it open like a crab!"      That said, Chain needs a bit more windup to land the kind of hit she obviously wants against the damaged armor; before the smoke cloud has cleared, Chain is rocketing straight up into the sky, preparing for another ridiculous dive-bombing attack like she and her flying Cyframe are a human missile. It begins to look like she's forgotten both Fukuide's presence and also to listen to the others at all, until she begins to swerve; rather than plunge straight down, she's flying sideways and looping back in, turning her plunging tackle into a less powerful but more immediately relevant sidelong crash, and an opportunity to flurry blade-strikes against the monster's face and neck. "Crap, fine then! Yah! Go on, get! Shoo, scram, RUN, ya bastard!!"      The fly analogy is more accurate than ever; Chain's just going to keep buzzing and slashing at anything that might inspire Galactron to shield itself or flinch away, and she throws in a few jet-powered ramming-and-twisting slashes at Galactron's arm when it reaches out to try and grab the Sovereign. Anything she can do to throw it off even a little bit while the others lead it away!      Mag is still well out of this fight for the time being. Even if he finds a relatively safe place to drop off the manager, or if Hell Biker reaches him to take over the escort, it'd still take him some time to get back to the scene, especially with the kaiju being lured further away bit by bit...      So, left to continue making her own decisions, Linear takes a breath to calm her nerves from behind the best cover she could find on short notice, and steps back out into the open. Jogging around the edge of the battle, she aims to give herself as much room away from the collateral damage as she can, but there's a very crucial condition she has to meet...      Reaching into the front pocket of her adorable dino hoodie, she produces a small, clearly kid-sized but lovingly cared for *Ocarina*. And once she's close enough that it seems like the monster would be able to hear her song...
Mag	Linear lifts it to her mouth, and begins to play. The song itself seems very simple at first, but she throws in notes that don't seem to belong to the original score, creating a peculiarly discordant melody that feels somehow familiar, but not, somehow ear-grabbing and grating at the same time, inspiring thoughts to shrug away nervously, to leave the scene, and making those feelings seem as if they're entirely natural. Her *Shivery Melody* acts on instinct, on a subverbal level suitable for even wild animals... And it's not clear if Galactron has those kinds of instincts, but it's worth a shot! If it works, it should lead to the kaiju subconsciously stepping and stumbling further away every time it gives ground, speeding up the luring substantially... Though she does also have to keep following close enough for the song to be heard.
Flamel Parsons	Alarms wail and scream throughout the Parsons Institute. A massive breach in one of the outer walls, horrible red light seared into concrete and metal and plant life. Agents, scientists, support staff caught in the blast, all instantly turn on their colleagues. Quarantine shutters slam shut, UPE-001 Censors in hazard gear come rushing in like white blood cells in an infected wound, but the mind fights against itself.     The Director removes a hefty magnetic tape cassette from a port, examining it critically. Everything he took from that mind. The AIB will want it. "Necessary sacrifice." He mutters, before beginning to make calls for containment.     ---     Flamel's psychic powers go haywire. With no directed, deliberate mind to direct the astral effects, the dark psychic energy just causes his brain to instantly discharge all of its focused aggression in every direction, punching holes through walls, carving grooves in the ground, smashing lights. His levitation bounces him up, then shuts down when he slams onto his back. Attempts to get up are blocked by his own shield, and he misfires Confusion into his own foot while dispersing it. His yell of pain is reflected five times in an omni-directional telepathic echo.     ---     The Director flips a glass cover, then slams a button under it. Emergency countermeasures. Corrupted and survivors alike burn in the contaminated departments when the air rapidly floods with flammable gasses, then lights before anyone can evade. Flash-seared into nothing. This, too, worth it.     ---     Flamel's body slumps as he forcibly shuts down his own psychic powers and begins mentally reconstructing them on the spot. What's the simplest? A single-target telepathic link. He fixes it on Galactron--     ---     --As the Director cuts and re-cuts the fragmented audio he has, to imitate the commands of Fukuide. Harvesting bits of wording from "energy", from "pledge", from "lord", from other words frequently said, he puts together, '<Go> <out> <from> <gather><ing> <go> <go> <a><way> <from> <gather><ing>', which he hopes will *mostly* be interpreted as a call to get away from anywhere populated and stay away from it. It's the only power he has online at the moment, at least!
Sarracenia	'I do not care one bit about these people. Do not misrepresent me, 'Princess'. However, if you care for them so much, you can simply surrender the traitor to me, and be on your way... or is it you who cares so little for the people around you?'      "I am glad you are not arguing the honorless and cowardly allegations." Sarra says, then hmphs. "He did not ask to be involved in your evil schemes! You have only yourself to blame thanks to your part in bringing harm to those of this world and perhaps others! Any ill-fortune that befalls you from this point forward is your own doing. Such is the fate of villains."      Sarra is caught off guard when Fukuide suddenly yells HALT! She halts for a moment herself such is her surprise! Hell Biker...is ordered away? Wait...no one stayed with the manager?! Sarra starts that way but...wait no, Mag has him.      She skids to a stop as the claw moves toward the Sovereign. "Uwak! C-captain! Get out of there!" she yells into her phone. The Sundew Sovereign is fairly fast, but agile it is not. The claw grabs onto it, and the engines start to strain as the captain increases power to try and break away from the grip.      Sarra nnngs. "Fire all Bullet Bill cannons! Aim at its arm and head!" she orders. The wood of the ship's deck and hull starts to creak even as cannons all over the ship fire again. Bob-ombs are peppered into it on the close side while on the far side Bullet Bills are launched. Like lazy missiles they arc up, down, and around, avoiding the ship and buildings to seek out their target before exploding along the Galactron's head and arm.      Once the Sundew Sovereign breaks the grip - as much because of damage to the Sovereign as damage to the creature - the airship starts moving away even while keeping the creature in its broadside sights and continuing to fire Bob-ombs and Bullet Bills. "Keep firing! Do not let up! Draw it away!" Sarra exclaims into the phone as she pulls out a Cloud power-up and hops on. She takes to the sky and follows after the Sovereign, just a princess on a cloud slowly flying up along the side of the creature. She takes the time to throw a few bob-ombs as she goes. She can't miss with a target this big!      The ocarina tune grabs Sarra's attention even if it is somewhere between ear-grabbing and grating. She looks around for the source only to find it is Linear. "Oooh. I see! Excellent!" Sarra says, even though the actual effects and its effectiveness have yet to be seen. She apparently just appreciates musical ability!
Calvin Nash	So why do you fight against me? Thrills?     Hell Biker looks over his shoulder, not fully looking at Fukuide, but neither fully away. "Now that's a fuckin' QUESTION! It's 'cause I'm *honest,*" he laughs. "I got a point to prove! One way or the other. Several of 'em. 'People are bastards,' is one. If I'm right, I get satisfaction. And if I'm wrong, the world's a little less fucked. There's somethin' ugly people just hide and lie about, and I'm fuckin' sick of it. I'm almost disappointed the rest of these idiots didn't drop the act and join in. That woulda proved it pretty good, don'tcha think? Dogpiling anybody that stands up a little too tall, that's about all the average '~Elite~' is good for. 'Villain,' 'bad guy,' 'tyrant,' that's like... 'outside,' or 'treat,' or 'car ride' for these guys. There's one, maybe two I think it might not be an act for, out of FUCK knows how many. I wonder if the moron who came up with that name knew how fuckin' APPROPRIATE it really is."     "Dunno what you got goin' on, but I know people with good lives, with all their screws attached, they don't do this kinda shit, yanno. This guy you 'serve,' he pulled you out of somethin', didn't he?" He utters a guttural 'heh.' "It's written all over you. It's hard to come by somebody that actually gives a shit, huh? Somebody that's loyal."     "GET--" A blast of wind flenses the asphalt in front-left of Hell Biker. "--AFTER MAG AND COVER 'EM!     "Adios."     The demon guns the throttle and runs interference for Mag, essentially playing a fucked up game of hot potato--the moment it seems like Galactron's attention shifts between one of them, he either scoops up the manager of tosses him (by the scruff of his neck, it is Hell Biker after all) towards Mag. When not carrying the 'ball,' he places himself in the line of fire, taking punishment rather than allowing it to potentially endanger the manager.     Calvin, meanwhile, sprints down the street after them, hurdling a gouged section of pavement caused by Galactron and rounding a corner to deposit his Marshal-issue light pickup from the storage in his COMP. The truck rocks on its suspension as it is dropped off from cyberspace, and he slides across the hood, hand on the mirror as he practically flies into the pickup to keep up with the others. Pulling up behind Linear, he slaps on the outside of the driver's side door. "Hop in!" he shouts, thumbing towards the truck bed and slowing up just enough to let her use the running board.
Riku Asakura	Fukuide looks absolutely uninterested in Sarracenia.  "I have nothing to prove; there is nothing I will not do for my master, but what do you even stand for?  Nobody and nothing.  Do you think I am blind to your actions throughout the Multiverse?  The petty and self-serving Princess Sarracenia?  Call me what you will... but you're not much different than I am, except I have loyalty in my heart for the one I serve...while you have nothing to look forward to other than a guillotine's blade when your people finally become sick of you." Towards Hell Biker, he seems more... understanding.  "You see the uglyness of the people of this multiverse." Though almost immediately, Hell Biker understands him.  "Ah, so you /do/ understand," Fukuide smiles towards Hell Biker, glad to have met someone, though opposed, who understands.  "I live my life to serve him.  I was hollow, and he gave me a new purpose."  However, their talk was short-lived: "Goodbye." With that, Fukuide fades completely, gone from the area and has teleported somewhere else.   -------- The Sovereign attempts to get its freedom by using more firepower.  This, of course, eventually, will work.  Powerful blows are exchanged between the two, with the claw of Galactron being damaged enough that the airship is released.  It's broadsided again, and as the creature moves, the fight between them continues.  Shots are traded between Sovereign and Galactron while the battle seems to be moving away from the City center.   With its body freed from Dysnomia, Galactron stopped attempting to ram itself into buildings to free itself from her.  However, with its new orders, everyone around it was a threat.  With the beam of agonizing bright light starting to form, it's forced to let go of the Sundew Sovereign and use its shield to try to brace itself from the attack The side effect of this is that energy splashes around it. Though Galactron's shield looks very damaged, it probably won't be able to block another attack of that force again, not without massive damage to its arm.  Despite its toughness, consistent heavy attacks will work.  It starts walking after Dysnomia, the source of its current mission.
Riku Asakura	This gives Minamitsu a clean shot at the shield, combining her efforts with  Dysnomia's.  High-velocity shots batter the shield more, and the rapid cooling causes cracks to form in the shield itself.  At this rate, it's not going to be able to block another shot at all, with how damaged the shield arm is.   Chain's relentless attacks take advantage of the various open armor damage it's suffered in this exchange.  Chain uses its size against it; each time Galactron swings, Chain is somewhere else.  Chain hits internal parts while also luring it farther away.  The strange melody from Linear is... less clear if it works or not.  It already seems to be on a course towards the less populated areas of the city, towards a coast, but it was already heading that way, chasing after Dysnomia.   Uh oh, it does seem to be catching up on Dysnomia, though, so the song is at least making the monster go faster. This time, Galactron receives another command.  It's disjointed, and if it were more intelligent, it probably wouldn't be listened to, but it's not intelligent in the same way a person is.  The words that it assumes are from Fukuide are registered.  It starts moving faster, but this time no longer aiming to attack Dysnomia, instead getting away from the population center and then standing there patiently.   This DOES make it less destructive while it's on the move, and gives everyone else a free shot at it.  It is also fortunate that Galactron is no longer singularly focused on the Manager.  Hell Biker and Mag can easily get him somewhere safe, while Calvin and Linear can ride in Calvin's truck to catch him. Once Galactron reaches an empty beach, it stops moving.  It doesn't attack either.  These were its last orders, and right now destroying it would be like shooting fish in a barrel.  World's largest fish, but a fish nonetheless!
Mag	Mag is, admittedly, not a very imposing guy at first glance. Even moving at ridiculous speeds and jumping over cars, the aviation jacket and cargo pants really don't do a lot to inspire instant confidence. As Hell Biker catches up to him, even his 'power', the Cyframe he's managed to untangle from its sports-bag disguise during the run, is just... Big Hand. White gloved like it's straight out of an old cartoon and all. But, it turns out, Big Hand is really, really good at Hot Potato.      "Oh! Uh, hey again!" he tries to merrily chirp in the flaming skeleton's direction, craning his neck back and watching the bike overtake him without letting off his own proverbial gas, breathing about as hard as you might expect for sprinting this hard, but not quite looking like he's going to gutter out. He's such a 'doing my best!' type that it probably hurts for Hell Biker to look at him, honestly.      Still, that mechanical arm craning from his shoulderblade makes playing catch with a full grown man look trivial. Mag picks up on the idea almost immediately, and when Hell Biker's taking his turn carrying the manager, Mag likewise takes his own turns to drop back a ways and intercept attacks; not with his body directly, but usually by using things like nearby dumpsters as improvised barricades. "Phew! Never worked with a skeleton before, this is kinda coo- Ack! ... Cool!"
Mag	Calvin's pickup-in-a-pickup makes Linear jump in surprise, but doesn't disrupt her song at least; she nods while she keeps playing, leap-stepping onto the ramp and then slinging herself hip-first into the truckbed and bracing her feet against one side and her back against the other. These kinds of things are always more complicated when your hands are busy... But at least if she did bruise something landing like that, she isn't letting it stop her. Like this, she doesn't have to mind as much where she stands, and the song gets louder once she doesn't have to multitask her breathing between playing and actually getting oxygen so much.      Whether the song itself is working or not, the plan overall does seem to be. Chain is starting to get winded from constantly attacking without taking the opportunity to build up speed first, but she holds out long enough that it becomes clear the monster isn't resisting anymore. Funnily, Chain seems more wary of it now than she had been at any point before, muttering through her mask, "What the hell? Is it waiting for something..?"      But what she had worried about doesn't come, strangely. She isn't clear on the details, but after a point it becomes apparent that Galactron isn't waiting for a counterattack or building up power, it just kind of looks dead in the water. "Well, screw it. Lemme peel that armor a bit more, and then we'll see how many pieces are left when you give it the boom again!"      She spends a few seconds rising, jetting higher up to give herself a nice, deep aerial dive. Not to commit to a full on finishing blow, as much as to extend her blades out to the side and rip into one of the weakened spots one more time, just to widen the gap and make sure the real coup-de-gras manages to hit something soft. She carries that momentum into a glide away from the monster, drifting lower until she can land right in the bed of Calvin's truck beside Linear.      "Damn dude. Nice ride." is said without a hint of sarcasm, as she slumps down on her ass next to Linear and peels her sweat-drenched battle mask up from her face to get a better view of the finishing shots from the others.
Sarracenia	'Fukuide looks absolutely uninterested in Sarracenia...'      Having skidded to a stop, Sarra has just enough time after giving orders to hear Fukuide. She is as much confused as insulted. And disheartened. She is finally famous enough that her name is known in other worlds...and despite her efforts that fame is actually infamy. She gets a somber look as she starts to float away on her cloud. "...Your information is out-dated. My people will not do that. Not now, if they ever would have. But, masters such as yours? They throw away their minions as soon as they are not useful or are too much trouble. You will surely meet a terrible end at the hands of the one you adore." she says, then pauses a moment before huffing in annoyance. "...though it sounds as though such an end would honor you."      The creature eventually stops its journey. Sarra almost feels bad for basically executing it, but it has shown no capacity for thought and could be turned back on the city at any time. She gives the order, and the Sovereign bombards until the Galactron is no more. Bob-bombs and Bullet Bills pepper it almost continuously, with the occasional Banzai Bill thrown in.      Sarra just watches silently up on her cloud, hair and dress fluttering in the wind created by the explosions.
Flamel Parsons	Flamel's going to need some help. He doesn't have most of his psychic abilities back online, so from here, there's not much more he can do. He staggers a little, gets his basic faculties back in order, and then...     Whirr-click-chunk.     ---     The Director hands something to--     ---     Flamel takes the offered cassette tape, blinking a bit blearily in confusion and looking around at nothing. He looks down at the tape, grips it a little tighter -- he'll go ahead and rejoin the AIB fairly quickly, with a full transcription of what he's pulled out of Fukuide's brain. They'll want this. No chance to arrest him, sure, but the proof linking him to the being they're after... that'll work quite well.     But, he'll need a minute, and maybe some help, to get his mind back to functioning just right. That one was a simpler issue, but a bit more thorough.
Riku Asakura	Chain's finishing attack strikes at the pieces of damaged armor across its body.  Blades dig in deeply, causing dangerous sparks while damage builds up before being knocked down to the ground again.  Collapsing into the ground, it slowly starts to rise again, but the damage is really starting to build, thanks to the fighting.   Sarracenia feels bad for Galactron, but to be fair, it's barely alive.  She commits to the order of destroying it, and the Sovereign rains hell on it.  Explosions and sparks wrack the creature, causing explosions to tear up the earth all around it.   With the help of everyone else, the creature finally collapses under its own weight and falls forward under explosive force.  Without any warning, it explodes in a huge fireball and leaves... Nothing but a crater behind.   Near Flamel, the recovering AIB agents are undergoing their own problems.  Disguises go back on, while others are trying to get the ringing in their ears to stop.  Several black vehicles pull up.  Some are there to evacuate the agents still recovering from Fukuide's attack on their listening equipment.   Moa and Zenna actually walk up to Flamel, but see that he's not in a good way.  They help guide him to some medical personnel for help.  Giving Flamel the chance to pass on his tapes to them once he's in a better frame of mind.   MISSION SUCCESSFUL Kei Fukuide exposed. Kei's Manager survived. Galactron defeated. City saved!