(GS3) Field: Regional Hall

[Golden Sage NovaRaizer]

Darren smiled at the match. Even though he lost, he pushed her farther than normal and tore through the enormous hand that she had made for herself. It was clear she was holding nothing back and he did well. It gave him confidence as well, making him feel like he really was getting better.

"It was a good one," he said to her as he put his deck away. "I still haven't caught up to you, but I feel like I'm getting better. That's enough to keep having fun with it." Darren always fought to grow and see how far he could go as a fighter. Seeing active improvement kept him going, win or lose. Now he had that.

[Hope]

"That's good." She nodded.

The fight was fun as always with Darobo. His units rely a lot on coming back and winning from the heat of the moment unlike hers which gradually wears the opponent down. Strange opposites, but the match up boils down always being closer than it is. After the fight, she decided to move around and try a few more booths around the area. After a bit, she would have to leave the festival and maybe call it a day.

[Golden Sage NovaRaizer]

Darren went in a different direction, going off on his own. He saw someone sitting at a table. He blinked as he seemed to be there alone with a Vanguard deck in hand. His face was covered so he couldn't tell who the person was. Feeling confident in his deck, he decided to challenge the person to a fight. He set his deck down with a grin.

"Wanna go a round?"

No words were spoken from the other side, just a unit set face down in the Vanguard circle on their side. Enough of an acceptance. Darren grinned as he was ready to fight.

In what seemed like an instant, Darren's damage was 6. He felt actual pain in his chest as the figure revealed a red blade that was on his back. It was covered by a cloak so Darren hadn't noticed before but now it was revealed. Darren held his chest as he fell to one knee. His body was engulfed in a black and red aura as he though, This feeling... Was this what Neo felt... It feels empty, but... strong... Darren kept himself from yelling out in pain. If anyone noticed this figure, they would feel what he was feeling now. He didn't want that.

Within moments, Darren stood, his red eyes had a slight glow for a moment as he gave a small grin. The figure was gone by the time Darren was back up. He looked at his deck, at Super Dimensional Robo, Goeagle. He held the two in his deck in his hand and ripped them right there. "There's no need for such heroes..." he muttered as he walked away.

[Jello]

He sits on the steps of the regional hall, shakily holding his cell phone.  A message quickly written and sent to Satoshi was sent for their meeting. He was the last target before he could finally find some rest; allow others to do some of his work for him. He was a weary soul, expending rapidly expanding amounts of life force, the original host's life force, in order to lock up the hearts of his comrades. Stabilize them, perhaps.

"Soon..." He rubs his thumb against the top knuckle of his hand, raggedly breathing. What was pale skin and white hair was now snow-leaden hair and skin void of melanin. The only reason he hasn't be instantly sunburned was due to the umbrella he brought to keep from rays.

[Beryl]

The message was received. Satoshi showed up, wearing a darker coat than usual. This was all prepartory. According to Cheru, today was the day, and he had to look the part for it. A pair of sunglasses adorned the top of his head despite this long coat. Sure, the sun was a little brighter today, but it was almost as though he was looking to become a shady figure.

His hand had started to burn as he passed by numerous creepy figures with red marks on their faces and an eerie glow in their eyes. Was this what it meant to be locked away? Even so, these people weren't necessarily violent against each other, but had a stronger passion for Vanguard...strange, given what it usually meant for an evil power to rise. It was definitely creepy to observe from the outside, though.

Noticing Haruka on the steps, he gave a short wave and walked up. His friend looked paler than usual, as though something was definitely the matter.

"You called?" he asked, regarding the text.

Inside, Cheru was rubbing her hands together. "Alright, just a few moments, and..."

[Jello]

"It is good to meet with you again." He reached out his hand, just barely out of the shade of the umbrella. The clouds were piling over so it was fine, he wasn't getting particularly damaged or anything. A small smile like normal appeared, the kind he had more often than not. According to the higher-ups, this is the last target remaining in the area for Japan. What a strange coincidence the host body already had relations to them.

"Do me a favor and help me up, won't you?" He nodded to his slightly trembling hand. He stared at Satoshi at first, then up to his eyes specifically. There wasn't much to see in them other than some longing, or a wanting. There were things he wanted to leave behind, and new things he wanted to achieve. An interesting yet general motive.

Good enough.

[Beryl]

"Sure." Satoshi gripped his hand with his own double-ringed marked one, pulling him up.

"Why exactly did you call me out, though?"

[Jello]

Gripping back, his smile formed largely. Not malevolently, if anything it was simply a friendly gesture. Saving somebody's innocence is a great deed after all, he should most definitely be commended for his efforts. Except there weren't many really to commend him other than himself in the end.

"Thank you for your help.. Ahhh." He stood up, shoulders relaxing.

"Allow me to return the favor."

Heart Lock.

The electricity that ran rampant the day before, twice, once was once again blowing through its circuits and blasting every nerve in his host's own body in order to achieve the goal he had set out from the beginning. If he wanted everything to be seen through perfectly, these are the bonds that had to be kept away from everybody. The red and black rings were steady signs of the mark, despite the others not having them. This was because the target system included reminders for him, should he have complete inability to remember his goal once infiltrating the host. He regained them rather quickly, now setting everything he had in mind, in motion.

"T-h-a-n-k y-o-u." The reverse shot out from his fingertips, travelling into Satoshi with exceeding speed. Several moments from now he'd easily be a pawn of the Lock. That's what he called it anyways, but it's not exactly like that. More of a free-willing agent, loyally doing the will of its master. Who is the master though? That's the real question.

He dropped back to his butt on the stairs, lying back for a moment as a slight giggle released from his lips. Then laughter. This was fun. It hurt. It made him exhausted. And he was already dozing off, falling asleep  to the stinging and burning of his own nervous system.

[Beryl]

Satoshi was suddenly blasted with strong electrical impulses from Haruka's body, as though the boy wasn't human, but pure energy. It flowed through his veins and made the rings burn brightly as he convulsed a bit to the touch.

Cheru spoke once. "It's okay, dear...take a break."

And then he was gone.

In his place stood a man with hair hiding his changed eyes. He slipped his sunglasses over them. No need for people to suspect much at first glance. The only strange thing that remained were the rings, glowing at a steady pace on his hand.

As lame as a name as it was, Cherushi had his directive now, as it was provided by the impulse. The plan was to lock, lock with Cheru's avatar.

Star-vader, Nebula Lord Dragon.

[Spectre Diamond]

Hikaru had come to regional hall in order to meet up with his generals. The slums were to obvious if anyone caught onto who they were, so it was decided that the regional hall was the best option. When he got into the hall, he discovered there were still some fighters left in the area. Naturally he added them to his growing empire. He's sitting on the ledge on the second floor where everything the hall's light touches is his empire. The doors of the regional hall opened as the wind rushed in.

The 4 generals of hell had arrived. They all stepped in as they looked for their king, Hikaru. Seeing as all four of them have arrived in one piece. Hikaru jumped from the ledge as he slowly descended and landing on his feet planted firmly on the floor.

"It seems you had managed to evade Neu. I take it that the operation wasn't a success." While he wasn't particularly angry, Hikaru is however disappointed on their rate of succession.

Ushio the most dangerous of the 4 kneeled in front of the Hikaru in failure. Accepting that they have failed on their mission on behalf of the empire.

"I'm deeply sorry for our failure King. I did not predict that Neu would be at New york." The other 3 went down on their knees, sprouting out forgiveness and regret. Hikaru sighed as he looked at his generals. "Just get up. I want you to go around the cities and look for any non reverse fighters are we clear." He turned to leave as the other stood up.

[OverDrive]

"...Redundant." said a voice in the echo of the hall.

The minute that voice was audible was the same moment that the lights went out, the voice was unrecognizable due to the voice changer but it sounded menacing nevertheless, the generals were able to hear the electric discharge sound as the lights disappeared. Now with the area completely blanketed in darkness the 4 generals tried to locate each other but to no immediate success, just then a slash of wind sent one of the general, Aoi, into a secluded area as the door slammed shut and locked behind him. As the lights reactivated the three generals regrouped and tried to make sure they were all present until they realized that Aoi was not with them.

"..Welcome young general.." said the voice.

The general Aoi regained his composure as he noticed the space around him. with the lights opened he could see everything around him, but he could not pinpoint where the voice was coming from. With a quick motion a black figure descended behind him, his aura driving fear into anyone near him, "Behind you.."

[Spectre Diamond]

Darkness blackened his vision. He felt an intense force that smashed him into the other room as it locked. He composed himself as he tried to open the door in front of him while trying to track the voice.

"Behind you.." He heard it again and Aoi instantly moved to the side. "So what business do you have with me? Must think that i'm the strongest out of the bunch." The dark glint never escaped from his eyes as he looked at the mysterious figure.

[OverDrive]

The mysterious figure stood motionless at his opponent, began trying to validate Diablo's choice of him, when in fact it was by luck, he just simply sent the blast to one of the 4 moving figures.

"I am not here to converse with you, all I am here to do is end that darkness you hold"he said, pulling out his deck and preparing for a fight.

It was simply slow work Diablo just wanted to save the 4 generals so they can assist him in bringing back Hikaru and restoring order to the sitaution at hand, he had tossed his ties aside leaving only that of the Shadow Paladins as he tries to restore order.

[Spectre Diamond]

"I see so you came here for a fight..." Aoi then summoned at the fields as he sets his starter.

[OverDrive]

The fight between the two was rather interesting, the two were interested in thinning out their decks to achieve a better check rate and reach certain units, regardless of how much Aoi pushed Diablo he was unable to push him to 6.

"It ends now!" said Diablo as he drew his card, sending a blast of wind throughout the area and pushing Aoi. "Blade of Phantasm, Break Ride,  Mordred Phantom!"

With Mordred and rukea columns he was able to push Aoi to the 6th damage without much trouble, "Not enough to force my best unit out...I hope you return to the righteous path general."

With that Diablo disappeared his sights aimed at the chaos happening at the shopping district, with Aoi unconscious and unreversed.