The door to Fawful's lair slid open, and the Beanish, returned to his usual self, hovered down to the ground level.
"I HAVE FURY! What interrution was for? I did not have finishing of my plans! The surly waitress of fate had taking away of my plate of victoey bwfore I had finishing of win!"
"Lord Fawful."
"....Midbus!?"
Fawful stared incredulously at the Boarmadillo in front of him.
"But you were.... Maybe we really are both game overed," he said, sounding disturbed.
Pretend there's something clever written here."As long as you're someone I can rely on, it won't be a problem."
The man exposed his waistbelt, showing his henshin belt
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"Heh, let's turn this place into hell..." Daido said, pressing onto the Eternal Memory.
ETERNAL!
"Henshin..." Daido said, inserting the memory into the driver and activating it.
ETERNAL!
Streams of blue and gold exit from the belt as a sphere appears, soon armor began to appear onto Daido, creating a white figure with a flowing black cape. On him was an ammo belt on his chest, arm, and leg.
Norman chuckles. "Well in my world I was also this man called the Green Goblin. I think the mask is in my quarters. Midbus you mind telling Fawful about our discussion while he was gone?"
He walks to his quarters. "Oh yeah my Game was Overed before I arrived here."
He starts mumbling to himself. "What backwards form of English is he speaking!?"
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Azula looked around from her seat, then glanced down, raising her hands. As she clenched her fists, they erupted into balls of dark blue flame, and she smiled faintly, obviously pleased that her power levels seemed to be back to normal. She spun her hands, creating a hoop of blue flame, and began to spin it, apparently as some sort of game.
Easing back into life one step at a time"What did you say?" Doom demanded, his voice, like his eyes, cold as flint.
The Doombot, seemingly heedless of its master's simmering anger, continued its report with a detached and synthetic tone. "The individuals known as Ikari Gendo and Sylvanas Windrunner are no longer present, Master; they have either left under their own power or, more likely, been removed by an outside force."
The Latverian monarch's grip tightened around his gauntlet, crumpling its steel form like tissue paper. Removed? His fledgling alliance undone, all because his erstwhile allies were no longer there? This could not be coincidence; his captors were deliberately trying to weaken him, to force Doom to acquiesce and kowtow to these unworthy others.
"Master?" the robot inquired. "Your pulse is fluctuating, presumably in anger. Did you truly need these two individuals?"
Doom's head whipped around in a flash, transfixing the robot with his gaze. "Need?" he echoed, his voice rising as eldritch energies began to churn and roil in response to his sudden rage.
The Doombot tried to respond, but all that came out was a wash of static; sparks began to gambol across its frame, and its armout began to warp and crumple as though caught in the crushing grip of a massive, invisible fist.
"Doctor Doom needs no one."
As if to punctuate these words, the machine then exploded. Doom leapt to his feet and hurled the crushed remains of his goblet to the ground, then threw his head back and swung his arms skyward. His next words, bellowed at the loudest possible volume, could doubtless be heard throughout this overly-complicated prison complex.
"CENTUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!!!"
The Danse Macabre CodexOne moment, a barbarian berserker attacked lord Egearn. The next, he was back at his apartment, back to his old self. He exited it, leaning on the wall and scrutinizing the others present.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.

"Hnph." The man snorted. "Not where I'm from. The only thing I know is of Kamen Rider. And the traitor Hongo Takeshi."