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The Magical Emperor has a grudge to settle. This annoying pest - this "TimeLord" - has managed to cause Ghaleon much grievance and humiliation seasons ago, in one of the most infamous Duelling League matches (which lead to the most infamous Duelling League fad) ever known. But fate is quite a capricious mistress, yes? Ghaleon finds himself, once again, face-to-face with this joking mongrel. And he will pay. For all the horrible anime bootlegs, the giggling murmur in the DL halls, the neverending innuendo! Oh, yes, he will pay. Like before, TimeLord is no match for the sheer power and durability Ghaleon sports, and... this time? TimeLord will suffer a beating so severe that he will be the one dressing up like a Sailor Scout and singing "Barbie Girl" under the scrutiny of a thousand cameras. Vengeance is a dish best served cold, after all. |
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Much has changed since the last time these two epic multiacting mages clashed in the arena. TimeLord went from an obscure Mystic Lord to perhaps the most infamous Godlike in DL in recent history, by humiliating the Magic Emperor and his minions on repeated occasions. Ghaleon will want nothing more than to slowly splatter TL all over the arena, OverDrive be damned. Too bad for the Magic Emperor that TimeLord's learned new... tricks since the last time they fought. With so many informed allies to help him, he's studied both his own skills and what the Duelling League laws allowed. He's found just the trick to spice up his magic, most especially his feared Overdrive. By the time the magics of Time fade and the fight's over, Ghaleon will long for the mere humiliation he got at the hands of the Master of Time last time they fought. |
Draco Ignifer It was the night of the longest-awaited rematch in RPGDL history, and Timelord once again paced in his home, unsure of what tomorrow would bring. At Ghaleon's... well, request would be a poor term for it... every person entering into the Arena would be searched carefully, including him. No sound equipment, no fasion equipment, and above all, no dresses would be permitted to enter. With no hope of humiliating his foe, all Timelord could do is either run like a coward, or fight to the death. But even if he assumed the full glory of his Boss Form, the fight was too close... and he only knew what fate awaited him if he should fail. Shuddering, the Mystic sighed. Maybe he should just give up. Better that then face Ghaleon's tender mercy. "Oh, you can't really be thinking that, can you? Not after the fun you had last time. The Great Timelord, driven off by that petty elf... how sad." The Mystic flipped his head to the side, towards the source of the sly, snide voice that oiled its way at him. There, standing in shadows that he honestly didn't think had existed, there stood a figure which he presumed was human, although it's never possible to be completely sure. As he took a step towards the figure, it held up a hand, shaking its head. "Ah ah ah! That's close enough." "Who are you?" "Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. For now, let's just call me... a friend... one who heard that you have a little bit of a problem, and no real idea how to fix it." Timelord glared towards the figure, then sighed and nodded. "A pity. You were so clever the last few times... But your foes have maneuvered quite well. It's a pity that they aren't quite as good as I am at this sort of thing. Now, I can't promise you victory in battle... I'm not sure what I'm proposing is exactly what you'd call legal... but if you listen to me, then you'll have fun, and our dear friend Ghaleon will not... and I'm sure that's enough for you." The Mystic glared warily, by now quite confused by this fortuitous occurance. "Just one question. Why are you helping me?" The figure then laughed, and shook its head. "We all have our secrets, my friend. And once again, I don't think you'd believe me if I told you." === Zidane, too, was up this night, although not because of worry. Through some careful finagling, he had wormed his way into the position of one of those responsible for searching entrants into the duelling arena tomorrow. All the girls of the arena, and every one of them would not just be subject to his hands, but subject to them as part of his official duty. Truth be told, the monkey-boy was just too excited to sleep. As he paced around the hallways, thoughts of groping and surprise cavity searches going through his head, he was completely unaware of the form following him... Until it reached out and grabbed him, hands burning crimson with the phantom image of a glove. He frantically turned, only to see the slightly apologetic face of Timelord behind him. "My apologies... I have no specific quarrel with you. But trust me... this is necessary. Thank you for your cooperation." And as the monkey began to crumble away into dust, rapidly absorbing itself into the Mystic's Glove, Timelord sighed, and looked over at the arena. His mysterious benefactor had better live up to his end of the bargain. === The next morning, the Arena was packed ot the gills with spectators, eager to see either the latest humiliation of Ghaleon, or Timelord's comuppitance. Either way, it would be a show to remember. Bloody vengeance on his mind, Ghaleon marched into the arena, a single glare silencing every cry of "I Feel Pretty!" before they could begin. His eyes burned hatefully towards his foe, who simply stood there, unperturbed... only enraging the Magic Emperor even more. "Before I am done, you will beg me for death, mystic. But you will pray for an end which will never come. The humiliation I have felt at your hands will pale in comparison to the agony you shall feel at mine!" Timelord simply yawned. "Taking speech lessons from DeathEvan?" The simple yawn, however, was slightly more than it seemed. The taunt was also a signal, pre-arranged with the shadowy friend from the night before, who then put his half of the plan into action. Up from the stadium, to the laughter of basically everyone involved, the voice of Ghaleon, digitally altered to say the infamous line once more, rang out, followed by the opening to the Magical Girl Ghaleon television theme. Ghaleon's face went absolutely crimson, both from rage and embarrasment, and the Magic Emperor screamed his fury as he charged at the Mystic. Spellcasting ability, blasts of death magic... it didn't matter. He was going to rip the mystic limb from limb. And yet, Timelord simply stood and smiled, right until the enraged Magic Emperor closed and began to deliver a punch. His gauntlet flared, and the Mystic expertly sidestepped the berserk strike, chanting forward an attack as his hand drove straight for Ghaleon's heart. "Perversion... GROPE!" And, red light sparkling around him, a very Zidanish aura flashing through his hand, the digit expertly squeezed the Emperor's chest, exactly as if fondling a woman's breasts. And then, all hell broke loose. Everything had been perfectly arranged. The mysterious disappearance of "Tuxedo" Zidane... the theme music, into which a clever magical signal to weaken will had been mixed... and the grope, enemy of all schoolgirls. As Ghaleon stood there in disbelief, something deep inside of him, something psychotherapy had tried to eliminate but had only been able to suppress, was called forth. Her true love was missing, her music was calling her, she was being molested, and Ghaleon's mind, weakened by rage and magic, was unable to hold her back from her duties. As Timelord released his grip, and stood back watching in bemusement, the naked transformation sequence began. A few seconds later, and Magical Girl Ghaleon stood in the Arena in his/her full glory. "In the name of Althena, you shall be punished!" And that's when Timelord went flying, the suddenly-appearing mallet sending him into orbit. He sort of wished he could have avoided this part, but his benefactor had warned him it was necessary. Familiar words entered his mind, and the mystic vanished, returning to his own realm... only to open a viewing window using his TimeRecord spell. He wasn't going to miss this. === "Royce! Xenobia!" "Er... master... what are you..." "There's no time for questions! The forces of Evil have been running rampant since my departure! Though we have won this day, the war against wickedness will still be lost unless we act now! For the good of all, evil must be punished! Now, transform, and let us go!" "But, sir..." "Are you questioning your princess!?" "..." "..." And in unison, they both replied, a look of resignation on their faces. "...No, sir." And, since then, Magical Girls Ghaleon, Royce, and Xenobia, joined soon after by Magical Girls Flonne and Jennifer (who were entirely unable to resist joining, much to Laharl's embarrasment, Etna's amusement, and Gordon's admiration) have been fighting for the forces of good, delivering justice to evildoers and pantyshots to the fanboys (and fangirls, for Ghaleon), of the world. And, of course, their antics are being carefully, erm, documented as the next season of Magical Girl Ghaleon - now Live-Action. And for the mysterious benefactor? === In a place that defies description, strange creatures similarly indescribable whirled around their great king, playing something called music only because no alternative exists. In their center, a creature with form so twisted and monstrous that to gaze upon it would drive a mortal mad did something which could only be called bowing before its lord before it. "It is done, Master. Magical Girl Ghaleon has been reborn, and Tuxedo Zidane disposed of. Everything is exactly as you requested. Are you satisfied, Master?" And with a burbling, twisted cry that could shatter worlds, the great Demon Sultan, the blind idiot God Azathoth idly shooed its servant from it, and returned its attention to the massive television screen, the size of a star, which it existed before and directed its attention at. Nyralathotep sighed, and travelled away from its lord, shaking portions of its being sadly. Meanwhile, a sound that could only be described as some monstrous coo came from the nuclear chaos, as the pipers and drummers surrounding it began to play something vaguely approximating the Magical Girl Ghaleon opening theme. And as the nightmarish being sat within the black throne in the center of chaos, focusing its attention lovingly as the titular character raised her wand and shouted a justice-invoking battle cry, Nyralathotep simply shuddered, and left back for the mortal realms, until called for once more. There are just some concepts too frightening for even the Great Old Ones. Ghaleon: 45 Barubary
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