Let's Make Life Showtime! (I just binged all of Kamen Rider Wizard and Fourze again.)
Mind now made up, you made your way to the elevator that connected the floors of the Den together, keeping aware as to not bump into as many people as you could. The last thing you wanted was puke or some other bodily liquid staining your perfectly black coat, you paid good money to have it fry cleaned regularly!
But that wasn't the point, as you swiftly found yourself in front of the elevator, along with some other people who were joking around with each other, and a couple who seemed a bit to woozy for you to feel comfortable standing near with, for a variety of reasons. Thankfully, the elevator came quickly, and you quickly pressed the button signaling it to head downward.
As you took the time to look at your surroundings, you took note of the fact that every one of the electronic dance pads seemed to use square shaped electrical grids for each area. Probably to prevent the entire dance floor from going dark in case of a power outage, so you just filed it away and continued to look around.
The elevator you were in was a very nice thing, with the side opposite the door being completely glassed, allowing those within to see all of the sights of the Den as the went, and visa versa. It also had what appeared to be a bronze finish lining the ends of the guardrail and doors, which you felt were a nice touch. It looked just as nice as gold railing, and was actually stronger than the previously mentioned metal. If YOU had a club or anything that really needed an elevator, you could easily see yourself making something similar. Darker of course, but similar.
Any thoughts of interior design left your mind however, as the elevator completed its short journey and let you out at your destination.
Comparing the floor in front of you to the one above it would be like night and day. While above had heart pumping music of every kind and wild energy brimming in the air, here there was only the quiet resonance of drawing notes clinging to the air, combining with the sounds of meals being eaten and hundreds of people talking about their own things, it made for an atmosphere more suited for a high-end ballroom or political meeting than the bottom floor of a nightclub it was.
Luckily, you had plenty of experience with this kind of environment, so you wasted no time drawing yourself up, flaring your coat out, and walking as sure as you could up to the desk where they were checking who could go in.
"Ah, hello good Sir. Are you wishing to partake of our services this evening? If so, may I have your name?" The Host inquired, no sign of any kind of accent as he spoke to you in flawless English despite his generally Eastern appearance. Spoiler: Good Evening, and Welcome
Seeing him open in English, you decided to reply in kind.
"Yes, I would. If you look under 'Spicer', you should see me." You replied confidently. And honestly, it was with good reason. For the most part, Spicer was becoming a household name due to your inventions and innovations, and you were not afraid to admit that a lot of your family... maybe like clubbing a bit TOO much. You knew for a fact that at least seven of your cousins were conceived in clubs, and you wanted the reason why you knew that to stay with you to your grave.
You did not dwell on your thoughts for long, as you saw the Host's eyes show a flash of recognition, before quickly returning to calm.
"Of course, Sir. We have you on our list. Please, come in." You knew this was probably Bulls*it, what with he fact that he had his eyes locked with your own for all of those three minutes, and did in fact not even glance at the list on his desk, but you didn't really care enough to question it. So, you simple moved ahead as the host moved to the side, allowing you entry into the VIP sections, and full view of the two terrifying bodyguards probably there to make sure nobody does something stupid. But, seeing as you were given the go ahead, you walked past with no problems.
'Alright, I'm in. Now all I have to do is...' Your train of thought ran right off a cliff as you realized you didn't actually plan much farther ahead than getting to the VIP area. What would you do? Ask all the other rich and important people in the room if they had any mystical artifacts of near unlimited energy? Yeah, that'd go over swell.
Thus, it was after only a a few moments of pointless wandering (during which, you had already found, taken, and finished three small cocktail weenies) that you remembered you had a convenient Ace in the Hole available. Or, rather, a Witch in your Breast Pocket. So, you went to the most secluded corner you could find, and carefully took out her mask.
When it was completely out, Wuya finally manifested herself fully once again, still muttering things in a language you could barely understand.
So, you quietly cleared your throat, drawing her from her mutterings, and again taking note of her surroundings.
"Ah. Good. We are away from both that Blasted Dragon, and that insufferable screeching of Gibberish you insist is music. Now, why have you summoned me without the Wu?" She finished harshly, while simultaneously grabbing a glass rimmed with cocktail shrimp, and then ghosting it through her mask one at a time.
"Ah, okay, first off? What are you doing with that shrimp? It looks really weird. And secondly, I Don't KNOW where the Wu is, that's why I need YOU too tell me if I'm getting closer or farther, instead of just giving me GIANT LOCATIONS AND SAYING 'ITS SOMEWHERE HERE!'" You finally finished, as harshly as you could without drawing attention.
Once more, your attempts at intimidation only resulted in Wuya looking at you with half closed eyes, all the while never stopping with ghosting shrimp through her masks maw.
"Hmph. A fair point. I have forgotten that the methods you use are not related to Chi or Magic, and thus you have no way of feeling either... yet. That is indeed my failing. Until you DO gain a sense for it, I shall, Give you more Precise Directions. However, do not take that as a sign you can slack off in your training to come, as if you do, I assure you consequences shall follow." She finished with what you thought was a begrudging nod, but it could have easily just been her moving her wispy body in search for more food.
"THANK YOU. That makes this a thousand times easier. But, you still didn't answer my first question." You shot back.
She simply looked in your direction as her arms reached for a plate of small shrimp rolls.
"What does it Look like I am doing? I am eating, for he first time in a millennium. Is that not understandable?" She said to you in a slow voice, as if unable to believe it needed to be discussed.
"Well when you put it like that it sounds obvious... But, I meant more so in to the HOW of you... eating." You say hesitantly as you look towards the untouched looking pile of food located to the sides of Wuya, which was continuing to grow with each moment.
"Ka! Allow this One to use this as a Lesson then! Everything has a soul. EVERYTHING. From the smallest of ants, to the largest of Mountains and everything in between, it exists in some matter in our universe. However, just like the Physical World, some Souls are larger than others, and Hunt smaller Souls. That is what I am doing. I am devouring the 'Soul' of the piece of Shellfish in my grasp. Oh, don't look at me with such horror, every being that eats meat or changes its environment does the same thing. All they are doing s changing the Physical form of it, which amounts to the same thing. In fact, that is actually what causes the sensation of cold upon the meeting of Spiritual Entities, as they are 'chewing' on those that they cannot outright consume. Does that satisfy your Curiosity?" She finished with a giant grin, taking particular joy in taking a non-existent bite out of the shrimp hanging in her tendril, watching you flinch back of a moment.
"Y-yeah, I'm... Good. SO! We should probably continue searching for that Wu, right!" You abruptly shot up from the table you took a seat at during your small lecture, and remembered you were on a deadline.
"Hmph. Quite. Very well, I shall tell you when we approach a Shen Gong Wu." Wuya said as she floated away from her table full of untouched scraps.
"Alright! Let's Go!" You quickly turned around to start your search on the floor, before you were cut off at the first step.
"Jack! A Shen Gong Wu is Nearby!" Wuya yelled out in a panic.
This actually caused you to trip as you took in that sudden bit of news.
Which turned out to be the best thing to happen, as from over where your head had been came a giant hammer swing.
As you quickly scrambled to your feet, you got a look at your attacker. Spoiler: Guess Who's Here~
He was a tall man bulging with muscle and wearing a weird skin color mask with emphasized lips, a dorsal fin going along the back of his head, and a small tuft of brown hair slipping out of the front like some kind of reverse ponytail. Combined with this was a skin tight bodysuit in varying shades of blue with a yellow stripe going horizontally down the right side, and a pair of course brown gloves. Around his waist was a giant golden belt that looked like two arms gripping each other. Spoiler: Hoo Boy
If it weren't for the terror of suddenly being attacked, you probably would have found this guy's appearance hilarious, but as it was turned against you in a fighting stance outlining every muscle, you didn't feel much like laughing at the moment. His next words did NOTHING to help that feeling either.
"Hey there! I'm here to kill you!" The way he said it was so cheerful, as if he was doing me a favor, or it was no big deal.
So, facing the Masked Man, you did the only thing you could.
END OF CHAPTER
CHOICE: CHOOSE 1 BELOW
[] Stand and Fight Not enough Courage OR Strength
[] RUN AWAY!
[]Call for Help!
[] Sabotage!
[]Make a Tactical Retreat!
[]Write In
END OF CHOICE
Gained:
SOCIAL LINK UP!
Wuya: The Spirit of Vengeance and Sadness Now Rank 3!
Ability Unlocked!
Mystical Revelations!
When Wuya is With you, she will help guide you towards Shen Gong Wu in the Specified Area. This will only work for Active Wu, but can also be used to sense Claimed Wu at short range distances.
END OF GAINS
And there we have it. We walked into Literally the first Place Meathead thought to check. Congrats. But hey, it was either meet him this way, or get challenged by him to a Disco battle, so theirs that. I hope to see lots of votes and thoughts on how to beat this brute of a man who can suplex and planes and succeed at it. Also, below here is some extra stuff I thought I should either explain, or just thought of. Hope you enjoy!
This is the closest approximation I could find on what happened to Bob while we were away. Just imagine the tail was his two legs crushed in a single grip. Spoiler: Oh that Poor Robot
Next, it occurs to me that I should spell this out. The reason why Jack seems to go on so many random tangents and begins taking note of weird things like the electrical wiring of the dance club are due to his Short Attention Span Flaw. Due to it, if something isn't IMMINENTLY happening, he gets distracted by something in his line of sight, or with a random memory. Just wanted to get that out there, as I'm sure it's confused some people. Maybe. Possibly. I don't know, I'm doing it anyway.