#batton twirling

[carnivalism]

Some hibikis from two days ago... yes she is cosplaying cure sky on the second one...

Da Biki my fav delusional magical girl/ batton twirler

[hopefulidiocy]

Can you please write Aemond scaring away a lord who is trying to flirt with his betrothed.

My Girl

Authors’ note: thanks so much for your request! Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: fingering, SA

(images are not mine)

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“Well don’t you look stunning.” Aemond clapped his hands as he entered your chambers, half of his face covered with a black leather mask and a matching elegant suit to go with it. A ball for the betrothal was thrown, a masquerade thanks to your begging the King and Queen for one since you absolutely loved dancing with strangers and enjoying just the extravagance of it.

“Do you think?” You twirled around, you were wearing a gold gown where you couldn’t simply get through a door without going sideways first and the lace encrusted with diamonds, gifted from Aemond himself; topped with a beautiful white and gold mask that covered the top half of your face, leaving your pink lips out.

“Absolutely stunning.” He took your hands, bringing your fingers to his mouth and kissing them softly before lifting your arm for you to turn underneath. You felt so loved and adored under Aemond’s hot gaze that you felt yourself heat up in your abdomen. He noticed the hitch in your breathing and dragged you towards his body, colliding into him, he kissed you dramatically, his mouth gaping open, your tongues playing around with each other, your neck seizing up as he very, very slowly hitched up your heavy skirts and reaching for your heat.

“Ready for me already?” He teased, his thumb beginning to circle your clit, your back arched slightly, holding onto his shoulders as his thumb worked your bud. He smiled against your mouth as he inserted two fingers inside of you, you whined breathlessly… until someone came tumbling in.

“Helaena!” You shoved Aemond away from you, your legs trembling.

“Are you coming? They’re waiting for you.” Her face was bright and friendly.

Aemond chuckled at her ignorance, offering his arm to you and when you looped your arm in the crook of his elbow, his opposite hand held onto your fingers.

The grand hall was brimming with life and music, feet thudding against the wooden floor as they danced to the music. You walked in to many smiling faces, everyone seemed to be laughing until the music stopped and there they were staring at you, making an aisle way for you to the Iron Throne where King Viserys was hunched over. You smiled at the guests as you strolled towards the Royal Family, Helaena behind you, acting awkwardly as you and Aemond paraded through the aisle. Queen Alicent held her hands at her stomach in a deep green velvet gown, her mouth upturned in a smile.

“Please! Continue!” She announced and the hall was alive again. She turned to you. “You look beautiful.” She said, bringing you in for two kisses on the cheek. “You will make a wonderful pair.” Aemond smiled, pulling you to his side by your waist, kissing your temple as a servant came with a tray of wine. Both of you took one, sipping on it delicately. You longed to dance, to jump around the room and embrace the light of dancing. But Aemond didn’t enjoy dancing and definitely didn’t like the prying eyes on his betrothed.

“You want to dance, don’t you?” He asked, amused. You looked up to him, your eyes wide with wanting and he chuckled. “Lord Batton, will you take my betrothed for a dance?” Lord Batton was a fat little man but he would do, all you needed was music and to be able to move. His pudgy hand thrusted in front of you, as if this was not something he thought of doing tonight, you placed your elegant hand in his and he led you to the dance floor.

As you were dancing, his hands would slip around your waist a little too close for comfort, but you overlooked it because this was a simple dance and hands were bound to be everywhere. One can’t always be sure of where their hands will be during a dance. But then the music ends and his arms are around your waist like he was your lover, you tried to be cordial and step away, he was quick with his hands and basically gave you a squeeze.

“Just let me know if you want to call off the betrothal, yeah? I don’t think he can pleasure a woman like I can.” You almost laughed out loud, in his face and almost spat into it simultaneously. As you turned though, he pulled your arm forcefully towards him, basically forcing you into another dance with him. You looked over at Aemond, who was intensely watching now, his eye narrowed and his lips pursed and, scarily, his hand on his sword just waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. And it happened because Batton planted his fat lips on your cheek, in a lovers embrace. As quick as a flash, Aemond came in between you two, his arm on your elbow as you took shelter behind his warm frame.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Aemond growled.

“She was trying to be unfaithful to you, my Prince. I was trying to stop her.” Batton was nervously laughing, causing people to stop around him. This was your worst nightmare as the crowd backed up to create a circle around the little trio you had going on.

“I saw you, Lord Batton, put your hands on my betrothed. Would you dare to deny my claims?” He started to shout, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and frustration.

“N-No, My Prince. I have clearly… misjudged the situation.” Batton backed away, keeping his eyes on Aemond as he meandered out of the hall. The crowd began to murmur. Aemond turned around to you, his hands on your cheeks, rubbing the spot where Batton had kissed.

“Are you okay, y/n?” He asked, his voice quiet, his eye roaming your face.

“Yeah, yeah. I am. Thank you.” You said, forming a small smile as he brought your hand to his lips.

“I think you scared him away.” You laughed as he wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you back to the staged area with the Royal Family.

“Good.”

[milgram-tournament]

MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 2, Match 1 WEAKNESS vs. THE PURGE MARCH

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for WEAKNESS:

"This is definitely more of a personal anecdote. However, I’m neurodivergent (like Haruka) and struggle with knowing it causes quite a bit of disappointment for my mother. I cry about it a lot. But I find that putting on Weakness is soothing for me. Knowing that there’s a character out there with the same issues…. I don’t know. Just my experience."

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"why weakness should win over umbilical: - THE SINGING THE HIGH NOTES - this song set the tone to what to expect for the trial songs to come (or what we expected) - the part where the song gets all slow paced and then picks up louder at the end it just done beautifully - it's haruka. - the singing sounds like a mix between of course singing and crying. the 'AHahA' sounds like manic laughing until the end when he's crying and it almost feels like he's sobbing while laughing. - the guitar and the drums complement his soft/sad-ish voice perfectly, especially at the beginning - very emotional, even if you didn't see the music video you can tell he's crying and mentally unwell I'm bad a propaganda, but vote for WEAKNESS!!!!"

Propaganda for THE PURGE MARCH:

"Despite the shorter length, the Purge March has several distinct sections in its structure.

It starts with a rolloff, and then… they don’t follow it. Amane isn’t here to follow the beat.

There’s the spoken-word intro and the upbeat first verse listing the tenets. The prechorus (“dou shiyou mo nai…”) has an amen break. The most-sampled four-bar drum beat. Well, there’s half of it. Is it supposed to mean something? Can I get an amen?

The chorus is so, so cheerful… unless you’re actually listening to the lyrics (“I’ll crush your throat too”) or watching the video. And it’s super catchy. 

The second part of the verse dials things back. Now we’re in reality. This is how Amane breaks her tenets. All the while, those tenets are spoken into both ears over the singing. Get some good headphones. She sounds different in each ear.

The music picks up again with the amen break as Amane happily strolls back home, and then-

Oh.

The somber second chorus, with Amane’s lower singing voice and mournful spoken words, leads into the final chorus, with new lyrics and a more forceful tone. The once-meaningless chanting now has real words. “You’re sorry? I don’t care! Please go ahead and die already.” You can hear Amane’s anger despite the cheerful melody. She harmonizes in the final phrase, as if to say “we’re in this together, me and my little color guard troop.” And finally, it’s just her. Speaking. "Oboetemasuka?" Accompanied by only a single drum.

She is both Amane Momose and not. She upholds the doctrines that she was raised with, but she can’t."

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"Purge March is geniunaly one of my favorite pieces of fiction both in and out of the context of trauma. Its fantastically directed and composed. The batton twirling is spetacular and energetic, the set and character design of Amane conveys a lot about the world she’s in and the story she’s telling. Purge March contextulizes a lot of Magic in both expected and unexpected ways (insert the entire cat symbolism thesis here) Purge March casts Amane in the role of a scary child. The glowing eyes, the framing of Amane as Above the viewer, the brutality and catharsis of it all. It seems tailored made to make you Scared of her. It’s a continuation of the cycle of abuse that we the audience repeated in T1 when we gave her that verdict. A red flashing warning sign about the Inhumanity and Monsterous qualities of Amane Momose. But Amane as a monster is fufilling and freeing. Again, its deeply cathartic. I would write more if I wasnt so sleepy at the moment but its just some Fantastic work overall. Purge March is also just fantasitic vocally and also hids electricity sounds in the instrumental which I think is evil and awesome."

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-Amane’s vocals and how they slowly get more and more off the deep end is both really sad and cool to watch.

-The symbolism of the marching band and the flags. Ifykyk

-The beginning where it sounds like a propaganda TV show… really shows just how far Amane’s thinking is rooted in her cult and how that’s shaped her perception.

-The LYRICS. They work so well but it’s also creepy AF considering it’s a child who’s singing it.

-“So there is no second time, I’ll give back the judgment that you gave to me!”

-The overlapping part… gives me chills everytime.

-Building off the last point, the last “I’ll crush your throat too.” Ouch.

-“Remember MY cries, MY repents, MY words of “I’m sorry” that I said to you?”

-The song also does a great job of showing how much the guilty verdict messed with her.

[misty79]

☘️ Marichat May 🍓

Day 20: Dancing

Marinette sighs, crashing on the chaise phone in hand. “I don’t know Alya, a masquerade dance for Ladybug and Chat Noir?” She holds up an invitation. “Come on girl, the dance is in your honor. You should at least go say hi,” Alya says from the other end. Chat Noir opens the door and drops down, “I’ve gotta go, talk later.” Marinette hangs up and gets off the chaise to greet him. “Hi Chat,” She gives him a light peck, “What’s up?” Chat Noir pulls out his batton, “Uhm… Theres a masquerade ball for me and Ladybug tonight, I was wondering if you’d want to come.” She swallows nervously at the digital invitation, “I-I don’t know kitty…”

He takes her hands, “Please! You’re my girlfriend, and you’ll be wearing a mask, no one else will even know you’re there.” Marinette takes a deep breath, “I..” she starts hesitant but looks up into Chat Noir’s eyes, glowing with excitement, “Okay, I’ll go.” He pulls her in for a tight hug before placing a kiss on her cheek, “I better get my own ride there though. Having Chat Noir cary me across town isn’t exactly lowkey.”. He smiles down at her, “I’ll see you there then.”

Marinette walks in wearing her multimouse mask and a flowy pink dress with black lacing, sliver bracelets, a silver necklace and a black ribbon tying off the top half of her hair in a loose ponytail. She spots Chat, he kept his ears along side the mask and wore a green waistcoat alongside an otherwise all black outfit. “Princess you’re here!” He gives her a big hug, lifting her off her feet and twirling her around, “Kitty!” She says laughing, “I’m just so happy you’re here!” He sets her down and notices the mask, “How’d you do that?” Not understanding the question, she places her hand where his is, “Oh! Uhm, Alya can contact Ladybug through the Ladyblog so I asked her to help me out.” Chat takes her hand, “Well then, Multimouse, may I have this dance?” She curtsies, “You may.”

She takes his hand and the two dance in the middle of the room, nearly oblivious to the fact that all of Paris was watching them. Wondering who this mystery girl is and what her relationship is with the hero in black.

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@marichatmay

[charlesandmartine]

Wednesday 10th April 2024

Wednesday dawned with strong sunshine in the east and blue skies pushing across the vista from our apartment windows.

We had pre-booked a tour to Robben Island; a boat trip of some 11km taking 30 minutes. The girl at the ferry terminal yesterday wagged her finger at us and told us to be there by 10.30 for the 11am ferry or else. So it all relied upon Ivan the taxi turning up at our apartment at 10am as promised. Fat chance of that happening. Well he romped in at 10.15; very pleasant, but announced that we had to make a small detour to pick up some Americans somewhere downtown. We crossed the finish line at 10.45, so not too late I suppose. Ivan was unrepentant and accepted his tip with grace.

The actual trip was conducted at a pace completely outside of Ivan's understanding. The ferry docked on the Robben Island quayside and we were instructed to board buses in order to fulfil phase 1 of the prison tour. A small black child in the row in front of us on the crowded single deck bus wept, I don't want to go to prison! The old rickety bus clattered around the site and our cheery guide pointed out the little house where Robert Sobukwe lived for 6 years in silent solitary confinement with 4 guards outside and 2 inside with him. The bus slowed but did not stop; we were on a schedule. Next to Sobukwe's house were high risk political prisoner cells. We did not dwell. The bus carried on and pulled into a parking area with toilets and souvenirs. Despite the 13 minute queue for the toilets we were allowed 10 minutes before instructed to reboard for phase 2 of the tour; the main prison block. Once more the small child pleaded that he didn't want to go to prison.

Phase 2 was the thing. This time we were out and about, loose but with our guide, an ex political prisoner. We were lead through the virtual system that was in place from 1962 including being admitted, stripped, assessed, categorised, uniformed and assigned a cell; single, isolation or communal. The whole process designed to dehumanise and humiliate. The regime did all it could to make life hard or nigh on impossible for the prisoners; severe punishment, hard toil, restrictive communication and family visits and no parole. The prison complex is now a UNESCO world heritage site and the intention is to maintain its integrity and authenticity. Curiously although Nelson Mandela is mentioned a lot, the whole museum does not revolve around his story. Moreover, his cell was not even labelled; just the one with the red bucket. The reason given was that all prisoners were there because of political persecution and he would not be singled out as being more important than anyone else. We came away subdued but very much in awe of what these people were prepared to suffer for their cause. He might have had a long walk to freedom, but we had an exceedingly choppy sea to contend with on our return to Cape Town. Sick bags were provided!

We had hoped we could catch a cable car up Table Mountain after this adventure. The weather had improved enormously during the day, and there was only one cloud in the sky. Sadly this was over Table Mountain! It's closed the lady said. Come back tomorrow she said.

Instead we repaired to a nice bar on the waterfront where we could sup local beer in the sunshine whilst watching various street entertainers. Our closest artiste appeared to have been given a gold lame Darth Vader outfit for Christmas from his mum and the success of his act relied entirely upon twirling battons majorette style. It might have worked if he could stop dropping them. Still, it was entertaining.

Home after all that excitement to chicken and SB.

[babblable]

Spirit dances:

Fire Spirits: Involves their entire body equally. Lots of twirls, twisting, jumping and inconsistent movement. Fast, chaotic but beautiful and filled with a deep passion that can be felt in your heart.

Water Spirits: Involves mostly the lower body. Lots of fluid hip movements, bouncing, swaying like the waves of the water. Slow, soft and sweet or intimate and enticing. Can sometimes be fast, lively, youthful, high energy. Ever changing. You’ll feel the emotions within your soul.

Earth Spirits: Involves mostly the upper body. Harsh, steady, solid. Usually involves a batton like stick or hefty pounding on a surface. A dance that will make you fumble to your knees from the wonderful rumble of the earth beneath you.

Wind Spirits: Involves the entire body, varying on the dance. Stiff, classical, haunting, chilling. Like dancing with death with an added allure that’s horrifying, but thrilling. Your hair will stand on end and your skin will crawl with a terrific chill.

[grumpyhedgehogs]

Dreaming, Pt. 1

Summary: Virgil hates his dreams for showing him what could be. He avoids sleeping at any cost- until it becomes inescapable.

AO3, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Notes: This might be a long one in coming so bear with me. I wanted to do some Virgil angst and slow burn comfort. I promise the comfort is coming. Eventually. Part 1/7

Often, Virgil would love nothing more than to forget that he is not one of the group. Sometimes, he has dreams about it, about things he wishes, hopes, desperately yearns for and knows he will never receive.

One difference he'd do just about anything to forget is his lacking in the ability to sleep. He only ever manages an hour or two at best and most nights he is up, prowling the halls. He pauses outside every bedroom in the mindscape, sinks to the subconscious just to make sure Thomas is resting comfortably. He check the locks on the doors and windows. He listens to the soft sleeping breaths of the Light Sides. He waits for morning and as the first fingers of light unfurl across the mindscape Virgil slinks back to his room, silent as a grave. It's almost natural at this point.

But Virgil knows he's not looking for threats or doing this out is some messed up protective instinct, not really, He's doing what he does bast- running from his problems. Because if he sleeps he dreams. And Virgil can't stand to dream anymore. The dreams are too tantalizing, too tempting and truthful.

He dreams about having another debate with Logan, this one not antagonistic but warm and close and comfortable. In his dream, they spar back and forth like tennis players, the quips coming so fast it leaves his head spinning but the barbs are never sharp enough to catch on vulnerable flesh and the jabs are never hard enough to snap his head back. At the end, he doesn’t hiss, not even if Logan wins (in his dreams Logan always wins because why wouldn’t he? He’s Logic, and besides, how could anyone lose to Virgil?).

He dreams that he and Roman discuss Disney movies late into the night. His dreams are always soft and full of warm light and he even lets himself imagine a blanket falling across their laps as they sprawl on the couch, sides pressed snuggly together. It is always a kind laugh that falls from Roman's mouth, and in his dreams Virgil never sees Roman muttering about his dislike under his breath. In his dreams, Virgil imagines what Roman would be like if he actually cared about Virgil.

He dreams that Patton teaches him how to knit. It’s a strange thing to imagine, since he’s never actually seen the moral side engage in the activity, but in his dreams, anything is possible. In his dreams, Patton presses balls of yarn as soft as clouds into his arms and twirls the needles like battons. In his dreams Patton laughs when he makes something lopsided and calms him down when he drops a stitch. In his dreams Patton makes him a scarf of purple and black and flecks of white like stars in the midnight sky and Patton wraps it, warm and clinging, around Virgil’s neck.

But the worst (best) dreams are the ones Virgil has that start with him sitting alone on the stairs. He’s looking at his hands and they are always dirty and scuffed. He’s looking at his hands with the bitten down nails and the scraps and scratches from when he can’t keep the panic down. That is the most real thing his sleeping mind is capable of creating.

It hurts.

And then a hand lands on his shoulder and Virgil looks up. Thomas’s face is always open and softer than he’s ever seen it. He always smiles, just a little at the corners of his mouth and the corners of his eyes too.

“Hey,” Thomas says. “Whatcha doing?”

“Nothing,” Virgil grumbles, ducking his head. He goes to tuck his hands into the sleeves of his hoodie (the hoodie is two sizes too big and that’s on purpose because who wants to see the crescent marks where his nails dug in during the last panic attack? Who wants to see the smudges on his fingers and palms where he’d wiped his tears away and the eyeshadow had rubbed off too?).

Thomas always plops down next to him unceremoniously and tugs on his sleeve. “Hey now, that’s not true.”

And Virgil always watches, bewildered, as Thomas pulls his arm forward and pushes back the sleeve. Something always stops him then- maybe shock at being touched or wide-eyed fascination at Thomas’s willingness to touch him or maybe just plain curiosity- and he always ends up letting his host lace their fingers together.

“What am I doing, then?” Virgil asks, and in his dreams Thomas never snickers at the squeak in his voice. Instead, he smiles and the corners of his eyes crinkle and something loosens and settles in Virgil’s chest.

“You’re keeping me company,” Thomas tells him. Thomas tells him this every time and Virgil never gets tired of it.

And then he wakes up and there is no hand holding his. There is no scarf made specially for him wrapped around his shoulders. There is no one settled comfortably up against his side. There is no one quietly offering the chance to debate something they both care about.

Instead, Virgil is alone in his dark bedroom. He stays there, staring up at the blank, pockmarked ceiling until he feels the summons coming (never an invitation, and never kindly given) and then he puts his game face on.

“Oh, Anxiety! God, I can’t stand that guy.”

Most days, Virgil can’t either. He's tired down to his bones. Next time he sleeps (if he sleeps) he hopes he won't dream of impossibilities.

But maybe- maybe you're going about this all wrong, Virgil thinks to himself one morning while trying not to mourn the loss of Dream Patton's hands in his. Maybe you're not addressing the problem.

This new idea- this, this new method or course of action Virgil is considering, it's risky. He's never done anything like this and even though he's not human and doesn't have the same needs that, say Thomas does, there's no telling what it will do to him. But he's already got insomnia, Virgil reasons. It can't be that bad in comparison.

So he grins and he bears it and eventually he just stops sleeping altogether.

Sleep deprivation is better than breaking his own heart every goddamn night. One can be cured with coffee. The other gets worse every time he sees the others’ faces. And, God, he’s breaking his own heart on the daily without his unconscious mind picking up the slack.

So he stops sleeping and for a while, it seems like it might be working. The sorrow doesn’t well up in his throat every morning; it’s ever-present in the knot in his chest, but Virgil is used to that. That, he can handle. But his hope for the future cloying and clawing and pushing its way into his sleep every night? That’s something Virgil could never hope to fight against. No, best to just cut his sleep off before his hope gets the chance to strike.

And so he doesn’t sleep. The circles under his eyes grow darker, get deeper. He snaps more often. The coffee maker almost breaks he’s using it so often.

He never notices the looks the others give him; he never sees Logan’s knitted brow, or the worry in Patton’s eyes or the stiff tilt to Roman’s shoulders. And sure, maybe they’re going easy on him these days, like that one time Roman brushed off his jabs and asked him if he was getting enough rest. But that’s just because the others are Light Sides. They’re supposed to be nice, even to people they despise. Virgil might not be sleeping anymore, but that doesn’t mean he can’t think rationally. This isn’t sympathy- it’s good manners.

Besides, this is a good thing! The dreams have stopped and he’s got more time to make sure everyone is safe in the night and he’s more vigilant than ever, so really, Virgil’s got nothing to complain about. Life is good.

And so of course he has to go and ruin it.

[collective-of-the-dawn]

Sooo let me get this straight.

We can all;

Bake basic things with boxed mix, make soup from scratch, alfredo sauce, make butter, and cook so many different things.

We can, most of us, bake a few things from scratch, and make ice cream and many other things.

Hell! All of the littles can make themselves whole ass meals when needed,

But none of us know how canned soup works? Cool.

Also, we purposefully blow shit us, cause fires, and play in ashes, but gods forbid we use a gas stove.

We can go on 4 wheelers we have little control of in the middle of mud season with crappy tires and no power steering, but no elevators or school buses allowed.

We can do complex problem solving things, and our hand muscles are.strong from writing n typing, but none of us. Absolutely none of us know how use can openers.

Got it.

Also 5 of us are abnormally good at batton twirling and stuff of the sort and have wanted to do color gaurd for 3 1/2 years.

-Val, Nyx, Nyra co con

[eightfoldjourney]

Noelle managed to keep a fairly solid grip on her weapon, which was a good sign to Agnea. She did seem briefly distracted by the crowd, but quickly followed up with a counter-attack. The dancer deftly backed away, trying to step just out-of-reach from the batton.

Agnea truthfully wasn't the most adept at hand-to-hand fight. Certainly, she could deliver a mean kick, but her strengths lay in knifeplay and magic. Even then, she was more suited to supporting others in a fight rather than confronting enemies herself.

Thankfully, Agnea had managed to pick up on a few tips from Veronica. While Noelle's arm was still outstretched, Agnea tried to grab her arm and twirl her around. If successful, the dancer would try and throw her adversary to the ground... Not too roughly, of course!

"I-if you insist." Was that stage fright? Noelle wasn't used to fighting in front of an audience.

Still, she stpped forward, staff poises to strike. Her stance was clearly practiced. It held the confidence of someone who'd studied, but hadn't put it to use regularly.

Soon, the short woman swings, and the bout begins!

[megamanxfanfics]

S.V - Ep. 8: Conflicts of Interest

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INT. PLANETARIUM – Gateway - DAY

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Caption: 1:00 PM – Egyptian Time

X walks through a gateway toward Dark Necrobat’s Space Laboratory with a firm grimace on his face.

X: (v.o, thinking) Zero... Please be okay.

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INT. REPLIFORCE AIR BASE – Gateway Airlock - DAY

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Caption: 11:00 AM – UK Time

Zero walks through the Airlock towards Spiral Pegasus’ air fleet. When he opens the next shutter, he finds a fleet of green airships passing by.

ZERO: Hmph.  Looks like they’re on the move.  

He watches ship after ship pass by until one spots him and starts to fly closer.

ZERO: Oh no ya don’t!

Zero fearlessly dash-jumps on top of the airship and hitches a ride.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Zero!!  Are you crazy!!?

ZERO: (annoyed) Shut up, Alia.  I don’t have time for you…

He immediately cuts off the feed from his ear-piece.  Then, he notices Spiral Pegasus fly over to him with a discerning look on his face.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: I’ve wanted to see you, Zero…

The Skiver points at him with a grimace as he descends down to the airship.  Zero slowly rises to his feet and gives him a focused look.  

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Once the shutter opens, X enters a Space Laboratory and sees a series of mysterious incubation and fermentation tanks.  Above him, swaths of batton bones appear from the dark shadows of the ceiling.  They disperse to reveal their master, Dark Necrobat, who lets out a horrible wrenching squeak.

DARK NECROBAT: WHREEAAAA!!!!!! ��I’ve been waiting for you!

He flips in mid-air to an upright position.

X covers his ears in pain and looks up at him with displeasure.

X: HEY! Can’t you understand the urgency of our situation?

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Spiral Pegasus lands on the airship and folds his arms.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: I wanted to ask you something…  My thoughts always come back to the Colonel.  I wanted to ask you if the battle between you two was necessary…

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Dark Necrobat lets out another awful squeak.

DARK NECROBAT: GROOAAAAA.  Who cares?!  I don’t take orders from anyone!  The word ‘Sigma’ means nothing to me!

X gasps.

X: (desperate) Then, listen to me for a second.  This is no time for a fight.

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SPIRAL PEGASUS: (continuing) I’m not accusing you of anything. I just want to know.  That’s all…  

Zero closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

ZERO: (calm, upset) You of all people should already know… The whole Repliforce War was unnecessary…

Spiral Pegasus takes in a deep breath and nods in agreement with a crooked frown.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Well, it’s too late now…  The damage has already been done.

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X looks up at the Bat Maverick with pleading, respectful eyes.

X: Please… I need to borrow a Fuel Tank.

DARK NECROBAT: Grooooaaar!!!!  Not my problem.

X: It will be, if that Eurasia Colony crashes into the Earth and you didn’t help me stop it!!

Dark Necrobat sneers at X and shakes his head.

DARK NECROBAT: (piercing, foul) NREEEAAAAR!  This wretched Planet is already doomed.  I’ve been observing this World for the past 3 years…  Whether you are Maverick, Hunter or Human, we are all to blame for this Planet’s Destruction.

X: Noooo!  We can stop it and save Earth, if you’ll just help me!!!!

DARK NECROBAT: HYAAAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

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SPIRAL PEGASUS: (resigned) I’ve already been infected by the Virus.  I’m destined to be retired by you once I become a Maverick, so go ahead. Take me down…  I want to fight you for the Colonel and Iris… That’s what they would have wanted.

Zero closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, calmly nodding in agreement.

ZERO: (honorable) I understand. But I’ll fight you only because this is my mission.

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DARK NECROBAT: (laughing, continuing) Hahahah! –and what makes you think, I’m interested in Saving this World???  In situations like this, everybody dies – Mavericks and Hunters alike.  But since you came all the way here, I’ll just kill you myself!

X: (disturbed, aggravated) Hmph. I’ll destroy all Mavericks, like you!

DARK NECROBAT: RHEEAAAAARRRRR!!!!! I’m always ready!

X quickly picks up his buster and charges up.

X: Good!

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Zero slowly raises his saber and holds it up with two hands.

ZERO: Now… let’s do it!!

[Insert Title Card – Conflicts of Interest]

Zero runs towards Spiral Pegasus, who swiftly turns back into a loop to gain momentum. The winds accelerate Spiral Pegasus, who puts out two hands in a charging dive towards Zero.

ZERO: Whoa!!

He jumps up when Spiral Pegasus reaches him and manages to knick him in the back of the shoulder.  

SPIRAL PEGASUS & ZERO: Agh.

The high winds cut Zero as he lands, while Spiral Pegasus favors his shoulder.

The two turn around to face each other.

Zero takes a slash, but Spiral Pegasus uses a swift dashing afterimage of himself to knock Zero all the way to the end of the wing.

ZERO: Aughh.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Careful, Zero...  You don’t want to lose to the Repliforce like this.

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X: /Hyah!

X fires a piercing charge shot at a 45 degree angle, which catches Dark Necrobat in the chest.

X: Yaaaaaah!

X flies up to him and punches him in the face.

DARK NECROBAT: (hurt) NGRAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

He pushes out two arms and summons a swarm of bats to fly after X.

X: (surprised) Aughhh.

The swarm of bats try to cover X, but they are all destroyed by his protective aura.

DARK NECROBAT: Grrr/RAH!!!

He rushes over to X with his talons and forces him down to the floor.

X: Aghhh… You..

DARK NECROBAT: (squeaking) Skreeehehehehee!

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ZERO: Hmph.  I’ll never lose to you!

Zero regains his footing and runs after Spiral Pegasus again.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: So be it, Hunter.

Spiral Pegasus dives after Zero once again, but this time Zero anticipates his movements.  He blasts him with two half-charged Z-buster shots, then at the last moment, he performs an F-Splasher.  From mid-air-dash, he raises himself just above Spiral Pegasus’ shoulder, so as not to ram into him.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (hit) Urgghh..

He wavers back for a moment and shakes his head as Zero lands and /stabs him in the back.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: /Hooot!!!

With a gritty grin, Zero eagerly slashes Spiral Pegasus three times at his back.

ZERO: /Ha! /Hyah, /Haaah!!!  How do ya like that, Skiver?

He gives him a harsh kick in the back.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (hurt, annoyed) Huuurgh! Dishonorable /FOOL!!!!

He turns around and /fires a twirling Wing Spiral at him.

ZERO: Whoooaaaaaa!

The tornado takes hold of Zero and quickly throws him off of the Aircraft.

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Dark Necrobat holds X down to the ground with both feet planted on his arms.

X: Aggggkk.. Damn, you!!!

DARK NECROBAT: Rheeeeheeheeheehee!!!!!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Try using your Giga Attack, X.  It might be the only way out of this.

X’s eyes widen at the idea.  Then he closes them tightly, and unleashes the power from his core.

X: Hh/Yaaaaaah!!!!

Suddenly without warning, a stream of piercing laser charge shots emit from his body.  In his immediate vicinity, the lasers rise up and rain down upon Dark Necrobat at a 90 degree angle.

DARK NECROBAT: (damaged) Aaaaaaggghhhh!!!!!  What.. the.. Heeeelll was thaaaat!!!!!?

Dark Necrobat steps back and starts to float up in retreat as he hunches over and huddles his own chest.

X rises to his feet with a valiant look on his face.

X: If you’ve really been paying attention, you’d know that I am X – a reploid with Limitless Potential!!  Now take this!!!

X’s armor shifts into orange as he unleashes a Flash Laser, gained from Izzy Glow.  The firefly inspired missile has a long trail of laser-light, which X is actually able to direct with a Neural-link from the late doctor’s smart technology.

X wills for the laser missile to fly right into Dark Necrobat at a 45 degree angle.  The laser follows through and bursts right into his stomach.

DARK NECROBAT: (hurting) Urrrr-gg-gg-gg-gg-gghhH!!!!

The laser-light trail inserts itself within Dark Necrobat’s stomach, only affecting him more, after the fact.

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ZERO: (hurt, scared) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Spiral Pegasus narrows his eyes at Zero and swiftly flies over to him.

He rams against him in mid-air with an uppercut to the face.

ZERO: /Awh!!

Spiral Pegasus swiftly flies away and doubles back, as Zero falls again.  This time from the other angle, Spiral Pegasus dives downward and checks him with the shoulder, making Zero spin violently in mid- air, as he helplessly plummets downward.

At last, Spiral Pegasus takes pity upon Zero and falls at the same rate at him.  With an after-image Wind Shredder, Zero is knocked far back among the winds and shoved on top of another Aircraft.

He spins and topples along the wings, feeling damaged and dizzy upon his landing. He throws up almost immediately on the roof of the Aircraft.

ZERO: (vomiting, coughing) Euuooghhhhh!!!!! Ff-ughhhh. Huhh.. Haggghkk!

He tries to cough to clear up his throat as Spiral Pegasus folds his arms with a smirk.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (mocking) Ohhhh my, Zero…  Tisk, tisk!

He shakes his head and floats towards his position.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Come now… I thought you were better than this.

Zero grits his teeth and powers up a dark, purple hand.

ZERO: I AM!!

He plants his fist into the Aircraft and unleashes his Messenko Giga Attack.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: What the-!?

The Aircraft immediately erupts as the attack itself catches Spiral Pegasus directly in the front-section.

ZERO & SPIRAL PEGASUS: AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Zero attempts to double jump in the air and use an air-dash to reach another Aircraft, but to no avail.  This time he is falling further below.

Before long, suddenly everything goes red and he feels himself teleporting.  In an instant, he is back on top of another Aircraft; one that was not far from the explosion.

Zero looks around amazed and surprised.  He quickly turns his com-link back on.

ZERO: Alia, was that you!?

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) It sure was.  Now either calm down and focus, or next time I’m Force Teleporting you straight home.  You got that!?

Zero is surprised by her demeanor, but it actually makes him smile.

ZERO: (respectful) Yes ma’am!

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. SPACE LABORATORY – Dark Necrobat’s Lair - DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dark Necrobat hisses and floats further away from X into a high corner of the room.

DARK NECROBAT: How daaaare you disrespect me in my place of dwelling!

He takes a deep breath and unleashes a deafening sonic wave of power.

DARK NECROBAT: (shrieking) RHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

X: (hurt, affected) Awwwwhh…

X desperately covers his ears as three closely-knit rings of sonar waves near him.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Get out of there, X.

X: (hurt) AGH! Trying!!  Don’t talk, it Hurts!!!

X shakes his head and tries to dash away, from the sonar ring. He takes flight and manages to hover above it, but Dark Necrobat summons a second sonar ring, and then a third one.

X narrows his eyes, with his ears still covered tight.

X: (v.o, thinking) Damn, he got me good.  My only play is to fly around them and let my barrier do the work, but that won’t last! (aloud) Shoot!

X manages to get around the second one, but the third one covers him.

At once, X feels a sudden burst of pressure from within his ears, and then a heavy ringing slowly occurs.

X: (hurt) AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DARK NECROBAT: Aaahahahahah. AAAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! And now… You’re mine!!!!

He powers up to his fullest as he becomes surrounded in a dark aura of his own.

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. AIR FLEET – Spiral Pegasus’ Challenge - DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Spiral Pegasus lands on the new aircraft, where Zero has teleported.  He points at him from afar.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: That was a neat little trick you pulled, but don’t count on it happening again.

ZERO: Oh don’t worry. I learned my lesson. This time, my saber is all I need.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Hmph.  And this time, I’ll just let you fall.

ZERO: (smirking) Come on!

The two run after each other once again.  Spiral Pegasus performs a swift dash, while Zero retaliates with a brave Electric-Blade uppercut.

Spiral Pegasus gets cut across the chest and shocked from within as he rams into Zero.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (shocked) Aggggkkkk!!

Zero gets back up and tries to perform a fearless air-dash of his own to capitalize on the punishment. His F-Splasher is stopped short and overpowered by a spiral-covered fist, however.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Grrrhaa.. Not this time, Hunter!

ZERO: (grumbling) Urrgghh. Aghh.

Zero shakes his head and gets back up, while Spiral Pegasus cricks his neck.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: This time, I’m going to end you for all the pain you’ve caused my loved ones!!!

He makes a few whirlwind blasts at Zero, who does his best to dash away from them or double jump over them.  

Zero charges up and takes a few Z-Buster shots as he inches closer to him.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (hurt) Hurrrr!!

ZERO: /Aaaaaaah!

After double jumping above a cutting wing spiral, he lands in front of him.

ZERO: You killed some of my best men, too! We’re even!!

Zero takes a slash at him, but Spiral Pegasus grabs his wrist.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: No.

He uses the wind shredder after image to knock Zero far back, again.  He slides so far, he almost falls off the wing, but he holds on tight and struggles to get back onto the aircraft.

ZERO: Aaaaaagh!!!!

SPIRAL PEGASUS: On behalf of the Colonel, and Iris. It’s about time you died!

Flat down on the wing, Zero raises his neck with wide eyes of fear.

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. SPACE LABORATORY – Dark Necrobat’s Lair – DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

DARK NECROBAT: (intense) RRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

X tries to guard his face from the oncoming attack, when suddenly everything around him stops. The World seems inverted, now.

X: (v.o, thinking) What the..? What is this?  I CAN’T MOVE!!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) X? X??  What’s happening??? Why aren’t you moving????  Talk to me!!!!!

X: (v.o, thinking) I don’t know. Can’t you hear me??? (gasping) I’m frozen.

DARK NECROBAT: Hreeheeheeehee.  Do you like my Dark Hold, X?  This is my specialty.

While X is in a frozen state, Dark Necrobat slowly looms over to X and stands before him.  He gives him a good hard smack, just because he can.

X: (v.o, thinking) OW!

X’s suspended face takes the hit and seemingly does nothing as a sore swells up on his cheek.

DARK NECROBAT: Aaahahahah.  I forgot, how much I love this part.  I’m gonna treat you like any other  tourist that accidentally walks in here…

X: (v.o, thinking, worried)

What??

DARK NECROBAT: It’s just a few... One or two... Here and there...  Not enough to be in the papers, but just enough to cause people to wonder.

X stares at Dark Necrobat, helpless.

DARK NECROBAT:

You can’t move, but I can feel the fear in your eyes. They’re saying, ‘what’s he gonna do to me?’  ‘What has he done to those poor humans…’ Well, I’ll show ya..!  First, I’m gonna borrow some of your Life Energy.

X: (v.o, thinking) Hm???

Dark Necrobat immediately opens his mouth and sinks his fangs into X’s neck like a vampire.

X: (v.o, hurt, draining)

Aaaaah. N-nn..noo.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Oh no!  X.  Eeeeeex!!!

He sucks in three gulps of energen to the point where X’s Falcon Armor powers down to his normal base armor.  Alia can be heard gasping from X’s com-link.

DARK NECROBAT: Theeere. That should do it.  You’re much stronger than the others. Usually the humans just pass right out! Next, I’m gonna throw you into one of my vats!!!

He thumbs over behind him to the incubation and fermentation tanks.

X’s eyes twitch amidst his suspended animation.

DARK NECROBAT: Ahhh, there ya go.  The Dark Hold is wearing off, I see.  Good…  It’ll be amusing to see you try to fight me, now. I guess this’ll be a three-step process.

He playfully scratches his head and closes his eyes.

DARK NECROBAT: Noooow, what am I in the mood for? X soup? Or maybe X a la Mode?? Ground X, or perhaps chopped X on a stick???

Suddenly, the Dark Hold effect shatters like glass and X manages to punch him really hard in the face with a glowing fist.

DARK NECROBAT: (shocked) /Kauugh!! WHAT THE!!?  How do you still have so much power????

X: I told you, my power is LIMITLESS! Allow me to show you!!

X pulls in his hands and lets out a hadouken, which breaks a hole right through Dark Necrobat’s stomach.

X: (winded, panting) I don’t know what kind of sick antics you’ve been pulling in secret, under the radar…  But it stops here!  Right, NOW!!!!  /Force Armor!!!

X calls upon his fourth armor and shifts it into Izzly Glow’s power set once again as he charges up.

DARK NECROBAT: THERE��S NOTHING YOU CAN DO!!!!  KILLING ME WON’T STOP SIGMAAAAA!!!!!!!!

X: I /KNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

X /unleashes a fully charged F-Laser, which turns into a cannon blast of pure light.

DARK NECROBAT: (dying) AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The cannon blast destroys the rest of Dark Necrobat’s armor as he withers into a massive explosion.

Caption: 1:30 PM – Egypt Time

Feeling exhausted, X powers down into his blue armor and stands victorious over the fallen bat. He spots his weapon chip and grabs it from the rubble.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) You just received the Dark Hold, but do you mind if Zero borrows it?

X: Hm?  Yeah, sure. Is he in trouble…?

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Not for long. Give me oooone sec.

In a second, the Dark Hold weapon chip is teleported directly out of his hands.

X: Huuuh?

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Caption: 11:30 AM – London Time

Zero looks at Spiral Pegasus in fear as a weapon chip is suddenly teleported in his hand.

ZERO: Huh?

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Put this in your Z-Buster, quick!

ZERO: (confused) -but..

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Do it. Nooww!!!!

ZERO: (disoriented) Uhhh…

Spiral Pegasus flies after Zero, who scrambles to place the chip in his Z-Buster.  All at once, he stands up and unleashes the Dark Hold on Spiral Pegasus, which seems to freeze time itself in an inverted dimension.

ZERO: What the Hell is this??

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) It’s Dark Necrobat’s move.  Time is now frozen. Now finish your mission!

Zero closes his eyes in regret.  

ZERO: This feels wrong.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) The whole Repliforce War was wrong, but we need that Orbiter Wing, and you both are too stubborn to let go of the past. So this is the only way!

He lets out a short sigh.

ZERO: You’re right.  Besides… he was about to kill me, anyway…

He raises his saber andsharpens his eyes for the kill.With a few swift slashes and some spinning crescent slashes of the blade, he can already see the wounds separating from Spiral Pegasus’ armor.  With a final E-Blade uppercut, Zero knows that it is over.

ZERO: That’s it.  He’s done!

Caption: 11:32 AM

The World reverts itself to real-time as Spiral Pegasus looks at Zero with a confused, almost betrayed face.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (hurt, dying) Y-you won…  How did you win??

He immediately drops to the top of the aircraft as he can feel himself falling apart.

Zero crouches down and begins to feel guilty.

ZERO: It had to be this way…  I’m sorry about everything.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (arguing, repenting) It didn’t…  But, me too…

ZERO: Just tell me one thing.  Did Repliforce send the Colony down, or was it Sigma…?

Spiral Pegasus narrows his eyes at Zero, completely disgusted.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Ughh…  It was Sigma you fool…

ZERO: (shrugging) Hey man.  You were the one’s who created the Final Weapon in the first place… So at this point, anything’s fair game.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (admitting) We’ve had our faults, but it was Sigma who overtook our Colony... Years before trying to do this to us.

Zero gasps.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Look.  You’re all that’s left, now! My Air-Force is destined to go Maverick. I can’t let that happen.  ...I need you to take them out...

Zero’s eyes widen, surprised.  He has his blessing, now.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: D-don’t let this happen to anyone else…!

ZERO: Wow, Skiver.  I don’t know what to say…

SPIRAL PEGASUS: …Heheh…  Each of these Air-Crafts have an Orbiter Wing…  That’s what you came for right?  This Aircraft should be enough to give you what you need.

ZERO: …How did you know we needed that..??

SPIRAL PEGASUS: I overheard your navigator yelling at you, when you froze time.  You should listen to her more..  She’s a keeper!  Just like, Iris was…

Zero raises his eyes as he feels a cut at the heart.

ZERO: Hmph…  Well, I should get going.  I’ll respect your wishes.  When I’m done here, my next target is Burn Dino-Rex.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Hahah…  Finishing us all off, I see…  In that case, take this. Quick!

He pulls out his own weapon chip and holds it up in the air, as he struggles to hold on to his swelling core reactor.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: It’s his weakness…

Zero grabs it and notices that Spiral Pegasus is about to blow.

ZERO: Thanks, man. I won’t forget this.

Zero turns and runs as Spiral Pegasus gives him a dying look.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: You’d better get in that ship now...

Zero races over to the cockpit, narrows his eyes and uses the Dark Hold once again.  With time frozen, Zero opens up the cockpit of the inverted Air-Craft.  He throws the pilot outside and closes the cockpit door.

When he resets time, the pilot falls far down from mid-air.

PILOT: Hu-WHOOOAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

SPIRAL PEGASUS:

(wide-eyed) This is it…!

He throws himself into the wind and bursts into a wild explosion.  The heavy charred winds from the blast push the Air-Craft further ahead.

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. SPACE LABORATORY – Gateway – DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: 1:37 PM – Egypt Time

When the shutter gate re-opens X turns around with a concerned look.  

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Don’t worry about Zero. He’s fine, now.

He sighs with relief and walks back through the gates.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) With regards to Dark Necrobat…  He was a Maverick created three years ago by Sigma…

X: That’s scary, right? It makes me wonder what other surprises Sigma had in store for us, all these years…

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Well, you destroyed him… That’s all that matters.  

X: No it’s not, Alia.  You don’t get it, because this is still new to you.  If it’s not Necrobat, it’s the next guy.  The Cycle keeps repeating all because of Sigma. He keeps coming back! No matter, what I do…

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Since Sigma scattered a large amount of the Virus, he shouldn’t have any energy left to reproduce himself…

X: You think, so?

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) I hope, so…  By the way, we’ve found the Fuel Tank.

After completely switching gears in conversation, X does a double take and smiles at her bubbly tone.

X: (surprised, uplifted) Wait, what? Really!?

ALIA: (o.s, filtrered) Yeah.  Frostbite and Freeze Alopex sniffed it out.  Now the Shuttle will be able to fly to the Space Colony…

X: Wow.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Zero, also successfully completed his mission and is on his way to bringing us an Orbiter Wing.

X: (thrilled) Good!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Also, there's another Light Capsule, below you in the other room.

X: (ecstatic) What!??

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Ohh yeah.  Now that you have some time, you should check it out.

X: (smiling) Heh.

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. AIRCRAFT – Cockpit – DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zero focuses on the Repliforce Airfleet ahead while he patches a com-link into Alia from the plane.

ZERO: Hey, Alia!  Give this to X for me, will ya?  One, for one.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Hm? Oh, it’s a weapon chip. Alright.

In an instant, the weapon chip is teleported out of his hand.

ZERO: Heh… Sorry, for being rude to you before.  I got caught up in the mission and just lost myself for a minute there…

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) …I didn’t expect you to have to fight against the Repliforce again.  But since most of them became Mavericks… I guess that was inevitable… Fortunately, the devices for the Shuttle were not damaged… but the Air Force was not so lucky…  It won’t be safe there anymore.

ZERO: I know. And it’s not over yet!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Oh, God…  Before you do anything reckless, just make sure that Orbiter Wing stays in tact, okay??

ZERO: (smiling) I will.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered, regretful) I’m sending Rho and Frenzy in to bring some back, just in case you don’t...

ZERO: Huh?

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Do what you have to…  Over and out.

Zero looks at his com-link bewildered.

ZERO: Yeesh, that was a little harsh...  But I guess I deserved that.

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. PLANETARIUM – Secret Corridor - DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

From the gateway, X drops down into a narrow vertical corridor that he had bypassed, before.

X: (surprised) I can’t believe there’s another one, down here!!

He lands before a wall and tries to shoot it with his X-Buster, his charged shot, a few C-Shots, a Goo Shaver and some Tri-Thunder waves, but nothing works.

X: (gasping) Ah.. I’m so exhausted from before, I can't summon the Force Armor to charge my weapons any more! ALIA: (o.s, filtered) No, X. You're going about it all wrong.  In order to get passed this obstacle, you're going to need a weapon that you can remotely control.

X: Huh?? Suddenly she pulls up a vid-link screen for him from his gauntlet. The screen displays a blueprint layout of what lies behind the wall. ALIA: Its a maze, X!  You'll need to use the F-Laser again, for this!! X: Aw man! Alia, you're a genius!!! ALIA: I know...  I'll keep the vid-link up to guide you through it. X: Okay!

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. NEW MHHQ – Signas’ Office - NIGHT ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: 3:43 AM – Hexagon Time

In Signas’ private office, Lifesaver displays a wire-grid schematic analysis of the evolved Sigma Virus heads that X and Zero have been encountering.

ZERO: (filtered, audio) I’ve been fighting the Sigma Virus for a long time…  It is the virus that causes all Reploids to transform into Mavericks. The most dreadful virus to ever exist.  

A vid-link is attached, showing Zero woefully staring at his hands while on the Rail-lift at the Repliforce Air Base.

ZERO: (filtered, audio)

Why…?  Why am I not harmed?  Instead, I feel energy growing within my body..  What on earth is happening to me?? I have a bad feeling about this…

We pan out to see Signas with Lifesaver, viewing the footage of Zero’s private fears.

LIFESAVER PRIME: (reporting) …That’s all of the report on Zero.

Signas takes a deep breath before he speaks.

SIGNAS: (pensive) Zero has fought Sigma several times.  I believe he has the Virus antibodies.

LIFESAVER PRIME: It’s possible… He doesn’t react negatively to the Virus… His power-output is actually growing!  For the most part, the body systems of X and Zero remain mysteries.  I can’t predict what will happen.  I suggest you take measures…

Signas puts his hand to his chin and thinks for a moment.

SIGNAS: (calm, discreet) Keep this information secret.  I’ll think it over…

He pensively looks at his monitor.

LIFESAVER PRIME: His power is growing with the virus!  It’s too dangerous to keep them loose! Please… at least do something about Zero… before it’s too late!

SIGNAS: I’ll look into it…  Thank you, Lifesaver.

He continues to look at his monitor and calmly waves Lifesaver away.

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. REPLIFORCE AIR FLEET – Zero’s Ambush – DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: 11:44 AM – London Time

Without warning, Zero sneak attacks the aircrafts ahead of him. Aircrafts on his far right and left immediately veer off into a loop to get behind him, while Aircrafts at his immediate sides try to ram into him.

Zero brings his Aircraft down and fires missiles up at his opponents.

Aircrafts from behind him slow down to get a better lock on him and then fire their missiles upon him.

ZERO: Heeere we go.

He takes evasive maneuvers and spins around, dodging the missiles as other Aircrafts loop around towards his position.

-pan inside the cockpit-

ZERO: So it all comes down to this. A final dog-fight in the skies.  Well I’m gonna take you all down for Ren, Rayven and Burn Bishop!

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. PLANETARIUM – Secret Corridor – DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: 1:44 PM – Egypt Time

X had tried to use the F-Laser within the maze-like piping of the wall ahead of him multiple times.  Each missile had been caught in the ceiling, or the opposing wall on the other side.  The trickiest part is wrapping the missile around the bend, upside down and pointing it towards him.  Despite safely being on the other side of the wall, the directional inputs continue to unnerve him.

X: Ah man... I’ve been at this for almost 10 minutes! ALIA: (sighing) Yep.

-      cut to-

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. REPLIFORCE AIR FLEET – Zero’s Ambush – DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zero’s Aircraft accelerates and loops around in twists and bends, until he can get the advantage on some further Aircrafts.  After making an opening for himself, he

notices two other aircrafts fly closely at his sides.

-pan inside his Aircraft-

ZERO: You want some too, huh?

FRENZY FOX: (filtered) Whooaa, whoa, hold it Z. It’s me.

ZERO: (shocked) Frenzy??

FRENZY FOX: You bet.

RHO: (filtered) I’m here too, Zero.  Now let’s finish these bastards.

ZERO: Niiiiice, guys. Let’s go!

-cut to-

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. PLANETARIUM – Secret Corridor - DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

X: Alright. Finally! I got it!! He rushes toward the capsule with a dash. DR. LIGHT: Hello, X. Here I will give you another program for your armor…  This is an armor prototype that I created a long, long time ago…  I named it the Gaea Armor.

X: (gasping) Gaea Armor…

DR. LIGHT: Gaea Armor specializes in defense ability. It is very heavy and lacks mobility, however…  You won’t be able to use special weapons, I’m afraid.

X: (nodding) Alright.

DR. LIGHT: Still, I’m sure it will prove very useful to you once it’s complete. Analyze and upload this data for the head part of the Gaea Armor in a secure area. Once you upload all 4 programs, the Gaea Armor will be complete.

With that, he disappears.

X: Okay!

He steps inside the capsule and receives the data for his new Gaea helmet.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Wonderful.  I actually have one more place to send you.

X: Hm??

Suddenly he is teleported away.

-cut to-

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. REPLIFORCE AIR RAIL – Dr. Light’s Capsule – DAY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: 11:46 AM – London Time

X is taken to another Capsule on a small platform, high in the sky. Above him, he can notice aircrafts flying frantically and firing missiles in the air.

X: What the-!?  Where am I??

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) It’s kind of a Warzone now, but we need this.  You’re at the Repliforce Airbase.  Or… what’s left of it.

-      pan high up in the sky -

Zero, Rho and Frenzy Fox triple team a wave of Spiral Pegasus’ Air Force, until Zero decides to think outside of the box.

-      pan inside his cockpit -

ZERO: Hmm… Maybe this Dark Hold will come in handy, after all.

- pan far down below to X-

X’s eyes become wide as he tries to take a closer look. He notices a whole line of aircrafts completely stop short while another aircraft swoops in and shoots them all down.

X: What in the World??

ALIA:

(o.s, filtered) That’s Zero.  He’s eliminating the last of the Repliforce before they become Mavericks.

X immediately scowls.

X: HE CAN’T! THAT’S WHAT WE FOUGHT FOR THIS WHOLE TIME!! THE FACT THAT THEY STILL DESERVE A CHANCE!!!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Nooo, X. You don’t understand. It was Pegasus’ last wish.

X: Huh???

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) They’ve all been infected by the Sigma Virus.  

X: (calmer, concerned) Ohh..

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) You have no idea what Zero went through, here.  They were about to bomb the whole place and self-destruct.  It may not look like it, but he’s actually saving them from themselves!!

X looks down in awe.

X: Oh man! I never thought about it that way before.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) That’s what I’m here for.  One way or another, Sigma’s Infection could lead to something worse.  So Spiral Pegasus insisted that Zero made sure they died as Reploids rather than Mavericks.

X lets that thought sink in as he frowns.

X: ………I understand. I’d want the same to be done to me, if I ever turned…

She gasps over the coms.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Don’t talk like that. Positive thoughts! We’re gonna win this, man. That’s why I sent you here!!

X nods.

X: Alright.  The sooner we update this Shuttle, the better.

DR. LIGHT: This is the program for the body part of the Gaea Armor. With this equipped, you will receive less damage to your systems.

X nods and walks into the capsule, feeling graver than before. Despite the fact that they are winning the day, he can’t help but feel helpless to Sigma’s affect on the World. Emotional exhaustion and numbness has already taken it’s toll on him.

The fantastic rays of light flash and seep into his gem as he receives more data towards his Gaea Armor. X steps out of the Capsule with another data program received.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Please return to the Hunter Base quickly.

X: Alright. I’m ready!

In an instant, he is teleported out of there.

-      pan above X –

His teleportation light trail disappears.

The size of the Air Fleet has been dwindled down immensely.  With 5 Aircrafts left, Zero, Rho and Frenzy feel as if they have this Victory in the bag.

-      pan inside Zero’s cockpit –

ZERO: This is it, guys! We got ‘em!

-      pan outside of his cockpit –

The 3 Maverick Hunters chase the 5 Repliforce Aircrafts, and tail them down when suddenly, one ship cuts off it’s own engine source and sacrifices itself, for the greater good.

FRENZY FOX: (filtered) WHOOAAAAAAA. NNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His aircraft kamikazes into the one ahead of him causing a massive mid-air explosion.

RHO: (o.s, filtered) Frenzzzyyyyyy!!!!

Immediately the one near him uses the same tactic, turning directly on it’s side and /ramming directly into his wing.

RHO: (o.s, filtered) /GhhhaaaaaaaahhhhhH!!!

ZERO: (o.s, filtered) Nooo. You bastards!!!!!

With 3 aircrafts left, Zero circles and bends avoiding their fire.  Then, he maneuvers to a point where they are zooming towards him, ready for a head-on collision.

-pan inside his cockpit-

ZERO: (intense) DARK HOLD!!!!!!

He uses the last of the time-freezing weapon, having them all targeted in a line. With them locked on, he pulls the trigger and sends the missiles.

The Dark Hold breaks, completely drained of it’s use, as the missiles gained a 5 second headstart.

Now, the 3 Repliforce Aircrafts collide directly with their missiles, as Zero narrowly races through their explosion.

ZERO: (crazy, amazed) WWWWWHOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Caption: 12:00 Noon

After taking a moment to contain himself, Zero sobers up and falls back into a grimace, realizing that his colleagues are dead.  He presses a button to com-link with Alia.

ZERO: It’s done, Alia… But we lost Rho and Frenzy. I’m sorry…

He hears nothing on the other end of the receiver, but static.

ZERO: Aw come on…  I know you’re mad, but don’t give me the silent treatment…

The static continues.

ZERO: …Alia? ….Alia!

The static remains constant.

ZERO: …..What is going on over there?

-      cut to –

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. NEW MHHQ – Space Shuttle Dock – NIGHT ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: 4:00 AM – Hexagon Time

X bravely stands up to Dynamo, who has just killed Freeze Alopex.

At his feet lies the dead vixen. He has crushed her larynx.

Behind X, Alia and Douglas watch with worried faces.

SIGNAS: (o.s, loudspeaker) Emergency! Dynamo has come back here to attack! What on Earth does he want?!

-Freezeframe. Grainy Effect-

[sylvaniian]

Announcer: Now please welcome the Majorettes!

Me: Oh my god why are cishet people like th-

Majoette: *starts twirling her batton and bows in her really pretty short dress*

My gay ass: I changed my mind.

[trickstertime]

Yea I guess thats fair.

OK, tell ya what, a friend sent me a picture of the earwax fairy, I'll describe it and see how close you can imagine it.

The singer is in a red and black jester outfit with showband detailing. He's got a fun old timey 'showman' moustache.

The earwax fairy is wearing yellow pants and a stripey jacket, he's carrying a large cottenbud like the ones you clean your ear with and is twirling it like a batton. It's not visible in the photo but he's got a large magnifying glass to look into people's ears to see if there's earwax he can collect. He's also got a big ol' smile :)

OK, got an image in your mind?

I was at a pagan naming ceremony in a run down victorian mansion in the middle of nowhere over the weekend. At about 2am, after we were well into the homemade strawberry wine, and sitting in front of the roaring fire, someone did a remarkably catchy song called 'The Crabbit'. Which, naturally, was a song about the dangers and challenges of alcoholism and was accompanied by a man in a tight, white suit who was wearing crab claws and a rabbit mask and he forced the singer to down two pints of Guinness during the song.

Twas a pretty good weekend

[cadgedinlife-blog]

i honestly dont know

so at the weekend my best mate was round, they have seen all the cuts all the scars and knows my story just like i do theirs, im beginning to think im a little fucked up... and i dont think its the good kind, for example; 

ill sit in my form room hiding my hands in my sleeves, playing with a blade not cutting never gonna risk that in school ,  just tacking it apart and putting it together again time and time again...

back to the story.....

when my freind was round i was stood doing the washing up and we were laughing and joking, about random shit, in the washing up bowl there were two sharp long knifes and i picked them up one by one and started to batton twirl with the blades..... its not a good idea but i didnt get caught my dad saw me doing it and i  stopped doing it....

i dont think its healthy i have an obsession with playing with sharp objects and flames i dont really care if i get hurt and thats not good it just proves that i dont care about myself ..... which is true because i dont. 

all i can say is i need a safe new way to relapse that wont mean using cutting.....

i started not realising it would soon become an addiction and well it has but i dont know how to stop.......

shade XOX 

[mamamelly1978-blog]

Chops choice of clothes today... Star wars BB8 t-shirt.. gold star leggings and a captain America cape with a twirling batton. Perfick

[romansleftshoulderpad]

I’m highkey salty that I can’t bring my spinner rings (or my cube) to camp because those are my only subtle ways is stimming and I’m gonna die

Do you ever just...wanna stim and you cant and you d I e

Oh that was me the ENTIRETY of yesterday

Just walking around the city like “IF I DONT DANCE AND FLAP MY ARMS I’LL PERISH BUT PEOPLE ARE S T A R I N G-“

[rosytheacecat]

Bear batton twirling!