He was awarded a lit neon stamp of a smiley face on his wrist for his participation in the event. The DJ, seeing as the party attendants were enthralled by Ozwald’s mix, he decided to let him at it for a while longer. He was enjoying himself, mixing various songs the audience was enjoying. All was well until a wave of intense beat disharmonized his track, and it grew louder and irritating that the equipment broke, effectively shutting off the music.
The worried attendees faced the direction of a group of troublemakers responsible for this mess, one being a neon samurai being accompanied by a few slime creatures of unknown origins. The samurai obviously is incapable of producing these sounds as he wielded a pink flamed katana. The bulky one clad in cybertech armor was the obvious perpetrator of the whole mess. Lagging behind was a woman staring at her phone and she looked like she didn’t care about this whole ordeal.
One swing from the samurai’s sword was enough to strike one of the buildings down. The party goers fled for their lives as the chaos that ensued almost took innocent lives. Soon, it was only Ozwald and Cinna who was left at the now spacious park. “We are PL4GUE! The lot of you had the nerve to steal our plan of holding a street party and for that, you shall pay!”“Pay for what, you self absorbed holier-than-thou weeaboo with a goddamned anime blade!?“
Cinna retorted, clearly not having any of the samurai’s bullshit. The samurai obviously took it as an insult. Despite his well spokenness, he looks like he would be able to find the most appropriate vernaculars in the dictionary to deliver harsh roasts on Cinna. The only roasting that will be happening, however, is Cinna. Being on fire.
The samurai attacks and unleashes a wave of pink flames against Cinna. Thinking quickly, he tried to grab for his grimoire to defend him, only finding it to be missing. The only thing he brought with him was his pair of turntables. He popped the coin sized turntables and it grew as large as the ones that were destroyed. They levitated, with gears and mechanisms exposed from below them. He reached out to Cinna and hoped for a miracle, and it did. The flames that threatened to hurt his older step brother was met with an invisible force that protected Cinna.
The unflinching Cinna knew this would happen, but was not expecting to see the turntables instead of the standard grimoire. He knows his brother is capable of using magic, after all, and he did witness him practicing his magic. “I didn’t even need your help, Oz! I may be a crafter, but I am at least capable of fighting!”
Cinna says as he procured an oddly oversized paint brush that’s as tall as him.“You… you’re no ordinary citizens.”
The samurai was taken aback at the retaliation exhibited by the duo. “That’s right, my good sir. Ozwald Emeraude Morgan, adventurer extraordinaire and…”
he pauses and takes off his perfectly intact jacket and wraps it around his waist. “...guild wizard of Silver Wolf. Remember that.”
The discs on the turntable turn and a track was played from it, somehow acting as an epic combat music.“I am not wont to introduce myself to the dead, and you will be... by my hands!”
The insulted and agitated samurai lunged towards him, ignoring Cinna. He moved one of his turntables and casted a spell that projected a temporal barrier, absorbing the full brunt of the enemy’s attacks. Ozwald retaliates by connecting the gears of the two turntables and he deflected his enemy’s attacks by forcing the attack to miss him by bashing the katana with one of his turntables.
While the pair exchanged blows, Cinna was left with some of the plasma elementi and the cybernetic titan who interrupted the music. “I may be small, and you may be big,”
he says, and before he continues, he paints a magi circle on the ground, activating it and calling forth a frightening amalgamation of fluffy and wooly bear and razor sharp scissors, “...but my friend is bigger!”
The titanic bear, even bigger than the cyborg, raises his fists and slams them down, only to be dodged by the nimble cyborg. Anticipating his next move, the cyborg released sound waves that made it difficult for the huge bear to get near him. However, he failed to take into account Cinna’s magic as a whole and, in his hubris, was flanked by an even more frightening amalgamation of a fluffy lion and several saws. Clawed by the lion, the waves of sound ceased and the bear yeeted the cyborg, hitting one of the ruined buildings which ruined it even more. He then faces the plasma elementi that he thinks will be more difficult to get rid of.
Ozwald and the samurai were still at it and the two were near their limits and the fight is at a stalemate. THe PL4GUE leader’s fiery waves of flame was not enough to pierce through Ozwald’s defenses, and at the same time, Ozwald’s temporal barriers were shattered the moment the samurai sent a wave of pink flame on his way. He recalls one of the spells he used to practice a lot, and slipped to the time stream just as the enemy’s destructive flames almost touched him. While he perceived time normally in the time stream, as he exited, nary a second had passed. He tapped the shoulder of the samurai and, as he turned, he punched him in the guts so hard he passed out, a feat possible by physically strong individuals such as himself.
Meanwhile, Cinna had the idea of freezing the fast moving slimes altogether and conjured a pure white bird that has the ability to freeze anything with its freeze breath which has proven to be most effective against the slimes. All that’s left is the girl.
Unaware of the fight that ensued, the woman was swiping away on her phone probably looking at memes. She might not be interested to fight at all, but it doesn’t stop anyone from killing her… with kindness. The frightening bear was about to hit the uninterested girl, and she noticed it too late as she dropped her phone accidentally from swiping so much. Before the blow could connect, the bear stopped attacking, with the fist a few inches away from her face. The clenched fist opens to reveal a most stunning, luminous, and ‘lit’ bouquet of flowers, conjured by the magic craftsman. “If you’re not interested in hurting or being hurt, you should really reconsider your life decisions and choice of friends.”
The girl was both flustered and scared, but seeing a face as cute as Cinna, she can’t help but take it.
The battle concludes and the fight is won. The only thing standing between them and fun is the devastation that followed. Buildings were destroyed from the ordeal and the fun can’t continue with a broken DJ booth. Luckily for them, Ozwald is capable of reversing damage through his Chronicle Script, which would be useful if he only brought his grimoire with him. Cinna approached him, worried that this event will be remembered as the worst rave ever because of a few troublemakers “So… what do we do now? I’d wager that the Urban Nights will be concluded early in this town.”
He asks, “Can’t you do your timey wimey thing with your book?”“Not without it, I'm afraid. I left it at-”
before he could continue, he felt his hand grabbing something. He found his grimoire with him. “Well. That is convenient. I had no idea I could summon it.”
Skimming through the pages, he found the spell he needed to undo the damage caused by the members of the PL4GUE through his magic. He starts chanting, and a large golden magic circle appears beneath him. Shapes of gears and mechanisms could be seen, animated. The numbers 1 to 12 are etched unto the circle, followed by the hands of a clock, as if the magic circle was one big clock. Just as the clock hands move, so too does the hands inscribed move, a hushed ticking being heard with each passing second. “O Hands of Time, guide the flow of time to its rightful thread. O Brass Cogs, unwind the gears so that the flow of time shall move backwards. O Swift Seconds, move up thy momentum that the passage of time shall be swift. O Ancient Hourglass, unwind the wear and tear that has been and restore that has been worn out to be made new!.”
Slowly, the hands of time are moving so slowly as he chants the 4th verse of the spell. “Chronicle Script!”
As he concluded the chant, the hands stopped moving at exactly 12:00. “Flow Reversal!”
He finishes chanting the spell, and the hands inscribed in it slowly starts to move, this time going backwards, and eventually the hands move faster. Time rewinds and the damage dealt to the structures have been undone, and the structures that were felled by the fiery flames of the samurai was restored to its former glory. Finally, the once broken DJ booth was mended with the help of the spell.
Fatigue creeped in as he spent the rest of his magic power casting the spell, just as he did when he first used it back in the Tomb of the Brass Seraphs. He fell to his knees, exhausted at spending vast amounts of magic power. “Oz!”
Cinna yells out to his brother and quickly moves to his side, worried about him. “Don’t worry. I just need a little… rest…”
He says before he passes out.
The festivities have resumed and the cool and vibrant atmosphere returned to Magnolia thanks to Ozwald's Chronicle Script, though he did so at a cost of missing out on most of the fun. Cinna's bear helped carry him all the way to one of the inns to have him recuperate from the massive amount of magic power he spent.
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Crisis Averted! Combat Activity Complete! x2 Stamps Acquired